Left hand? Right hand?
Ji Yunshu went to look for Teacher Yu.
What happened just now had left him in a state of confusion. He had already dismissed the students. After Mo Ruo returned the letter, Teacher Yu was the only one left in the room.
The records that were torn by Tang Si were scattered all over the floor. It was a complete mess.
No one was there to clean it up.
Ji Yunshu stood outside the door and did not go in. She saw Teacher Yu sitting at the table with his head lowered and his hand supporting his forehead.
His grizzled hair and long white beard blocked his view!
He must be feeling terrible.
She raised her hand and knocked on the door frame twice.
There was no response for a long time.
She was a resilient person, so she continued to knock on the door.
Teacher Yu slowly raised his head and glanced sideways at the young scholar standing at the door.
"Teacher Ji, is there anything else?"
That voice was weathered and powerless. It carried an indescribable sadness.
Ji Yunshu stepped in and raised her hand to bow.
Then she asked again. "I know that Teacher is sad about Guo He's death. Even so, I still want to understand more. I don't want to poke at Teacher Yu's heart."
Teacher Yu seemed to have accepted it. "As long as you can find out who the murderer is, ask away."
"I want to borrow a book of exercises written by Guo He when he was alive."
"What's the use?"
"To solve the confusion in my heart."
Since that was the case, Teacher Yu did not ask anymore. He stood up and entered the inner room. When he came out, he was holding Guo He's exercise book in his hand.
He handed it to Ji Yunshu.
"There are a few more. If you like them, I can give them to you."
"No need for now. I just need to flip through them."
She opened the thick exercise book. Her eyes were like a scanner as she quickly scanned through it. Even the speed at which she flipped the pages was extremely fast. When she flipped to a page, her movements stopped. The corners of her lips curled up without a change in expression. Then, she flipped again and stopped on another page.
Over and over again, he finished flipping through the book in his hand in a short while.
It was as if she had a sudden sense of comfort.
"Thank you, Teacher."
She returned the book.
But Teacher Yu was dumbfounded!
He was confused.
What kind of medicine does Teacher Ji have up his sleeve? If she wanted to investigate a case, she should investigate it properly. If she wanted to study, she could go to the school. There were plenty of books for her to read. Why did she want to flip through an extremely ordinary book?
He asked, "Is there anything related to Guo He in this novel?"
She nodded. "I've told you the gist of it. But there's one more thing I'd like to know. Did Guo He write with her left hand when she was alive? And with his right hand? "
Huh?
"Why do you ask?"
"This matter is related to his death."
Upon hearing this, Teacher Yu quickly replied, "He used his right hand."
"Then, could it be that he could also write with his left hand, but the Headmaster didn't know?"
"I've never seen him use his left hand. I don't think so. I watched him grow up. If he used his left hand to write, how could I not know?"
Teacher Ji had just left, and now he had returned. Although it was for the case, why would he ask such a boring question after reading Guo He's essay?
It was hard to fathom!
However, she continued to ask, "So, in the Academy, is there anyone who writes with their left hand?"
"No."
I'm sure there isn't anyone!
The knot in her heart seemed to have been resolved. The corners of her mouth curled into a faint smile, but it was a little mysterious and unfathomable.
Teacher Yu took a small step forward and asked, "Why did Teacher Ji suddenly ask about this matter?"
"It's not sudden!" She said, "It's because this matter is related to Guo He's death, so I'm a little stubborn. I hope the Headmaster won't mind."
"But how can the difference between writing with the left and right hand be related to his death?"
She raised her clear but complicated eyes, and her delicate brows slightly wrinkled. She said from her thin lips, "Because I feel that the letter that seemed to be left behind by Guo He before his death was, in fact, not written by him."
Ah!
Where did this come from?
Teacher Yu's weathered face turned pale. It was obvious that he was greatly shocked.
His lips trembled under his white beard. He questioned, "Not written by him? But the handwriting is clearly his. There's no mistake. "
"There's no mistake?" Ji Yunshu actually laughed at his words. "Then, Headmaster, have you heard of these three sentences: Chaos turns into silk, mixed with the rain, but falling silently."
The general meaning was that the thin silk mixed with the rain falling from the sky, but there was no sound of rain falling. To put it bluntly, it was to confuse the audience. To put it more clearly, it was to pass off the fake as the genuine and escape the public's eyes.
Teacher Yu's originally tightly knitted brows tightened. He asked in a low voice, "Just say it."
"Headmaster, please let me have a look at the letter that Guo He left behind."
He unhesitatingly took it out.
He handed it over.
Ji Yunshu carefully opened it, and the few lines of words on it rushed into her eyes again.
— — Unable to repay the teaching kindness, my heart does not return to the nest, hoping to fly back to the original land.
Her line of sight was fixated on one of the words on it — Hui.
She said, "No matter how hard the person who wrote this letter imitates, he will eventually reveal his flaws."
The faint smile at the corner of her lips deepened.
Teacher Yu did not see any clues in this letter, but he was certain that this letter was left behind by Guo He.
"There's nothing wrong with this letter. I've watched him write for more than ten years. It's impossible for me to make a mistake. If someone wrote it on his behalf, who would have the same handwriting as him?"
She wasn't in a hurry to answer. She looked around the room and her eyes finally fell on a painting hanging on the wall. She walked closer and stood under the painting. She looked up.
"This is Zhang Zhizhang's' Bamboo Forest '. The original work is kept in the palace. Although this is a fake, it is more lifelike than the original. It also lacks the cold arrogance of the bamboo in the original. It's even more endearing." After she finished speaking, her gaze fell on the bottom of the painting and saw a seal at the bottom. She couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Young Master Shang, who can copy all the calligraphy and paintings in the world, is really admirable. The 'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix' painting and this' Bamboo Forest 'painting are almost flawless in his hands. They are very lifelike."
She really admired Shang Zhuo. That person's copying ability could be compared to the modern photocopier.
Even the photocopier was not as good as him. After all, if it ran out of ink or leaked ink, the printed calligraphy would be missing a lot.
But —
Why did she bring up Shang Zhuo's painting for no reason?
Can we get back to the main point? What they were talking about now was Guo He's death.
However, it was precisely because of her words that suddenly awakened Teacher Yu's inflexible mind.
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