Traveling through the starry sky just for you, I was a koi in ancient times

Chapter 137 The Tea is Too Bitter

"Jin'er, brother is back. Are you asleep?" Wang Jinyi quickly jumped off the big chair, ran out the door, and asked curiously:

"Is it crowded? Is it fun? Is the food delicious? Is the Baoqing Building beautiful? ..."

Seeing her brother's annoyed look, Wang Jinyi gave up her enthusiasm to continue asking questions. She took her brother's hand and sent him back to the east room. When they reached the door, Wang Wendong looked at his sister with concern:

"Jin'er, it's too late. Write it tomorrow! What are you busy with?"

"I just said a few words, Qingyu, please write them down. We are..."

Wang Jinyi lightly passed the buck, but before she could finish, Qingyu ran out from the west room with paper and pen.

"Sir, Miss, I now remember it. It should be like this..."

Wang Wendong was feeling bored after listening to a whole night of social events, but after listening to Wang Jinyi's nonsense, he suddenly perked up.

He took the poem that Qingyu had just recalled and asked:

"Qingyu, is this Jin'er's new poem?"

"Master, there are two poems. Wait for me to get which one."

Without waiting for Wang Jinyi's instructions, he turned around and went back to the west room.

"This isn't a new poem. I wrote the opening lines of "The Knight-errant" when I was writing it. I want Qingyu to write it down.

Wang Wendong read it repeatedly.

"It's not very harmonious, but it still has some rhyme. The momentum of this poem, well, I want to let my father take a look."

Qingyu walked out of the west room holding a piece of paper and saw the young lady pulling the young man backwards, while the young man was pulling the young lady to the front yard.

Qingyu's joy was still on her face, but her steps had stopped. She didn't know what she had missed by not being here.

Wang Jinyi was afraid that her brother would disturb her parents, so she pulled her brother to sit back.

"Brother, wait a moment."

The nurse was just getting back some hot water from the courtyard, preparing to give the young lady a bath. When she saw the brother and sister pulling and tugging at each other, she quickly put down the wooden bucket, hurried over, and advised:

"Miss, Miss, we are good children. We can't do this. We can't make such a fuss. It's against the rules."

"Jin'er, I'm home and I should go meet my parents."

Wang Wendong held up the poem about the "steed" in his hand, raising it higher and higher, as if he was afraid that his sister would snatch it away.

"Let Dad take a look too."

Wang Jinyi was really afraid of disturbing her parents' precious time together. She could see her father holding a lantern at the second door, leading her mother to the back house, so Wang Jinyi did not argue.

My parents came back to the backyard, they must have something to say, my brother can tell my father if he wants to, it's just a jingle anyway, how can such a thing be compared with poetry? My father won't make such a fuss like my brother.

"Why are you all outside?"

My father asked gently, and my mother's warm face looked even gentler in the dim lantern.

Wang Wendong ran over to greet his parents.

"Father, mother, I'm back."

Wang Jinyi threw herself on her mother, and her mother took her daughter into her room. After the family sat down in the living room, the mother poured tea for her father and asked her son:

"Who did you meet tonight? Did you learn anything new?"

Wang Wendong answered them one by one, and then asked:

"Dad, why is the young clan leader in the same generation as grandpa?"

"We are of the same generation! Naturally, we should be ranked in the same generation."

"They are all about my age, how could they be grandfathers?"

"Oh, that's not true. For example, in our family, you are the eldest brother. If 10 years later, you have a brother, and when he is two or three years old, you are ready to get married and have children. When your child grows up, his uncle will only be two or three years older than him, right?

This accumulates over generations, and there are particularly young clan leaders and particularly old clan members."

My father held the teahouse bowl and took a sip gently.

“The tea is too weak.”

The mother looked at the father with pity:

"The tea is too bitter, and you are too bitter too."

Wang Jinyi pretended to be deaf and sat next to his parents, pretending that he didn't understand or hear anything, and joked and chatted with his brother.

The elder brother just understood his father's explanation of the young clan leader's age, and finally had the opportunity to report his sister to his father. He held up the paper in his hand to show his father:

"Look, Jin'er, I wrote another poem at night."

Wang Jinyi muttered:

"This is not poetry, this is just nonsense."

The father looked at the manuscript in his hand and asked his daughter:

"What do you think can be called poetry?"

Wang Jinyi didn't even think about it and spoke:

"One day the great roc soars up with the wind, and reaches up to 90,000 miles." This visual effect is both majestic and profound, as well as poetic.

The father asked in surprise:

"Jin'er, where did you see this? Whose poem is this?"

Wang Jinyi looked at his father curiously, his head full of question marks.

"I forgot, I just saw it casually."

"You read it to her?"

My father put the tea on the tea table and looked at my mother with gentle eyes.

"No, every day, my mother and I are busy with our own things except for reciting and reviewing the ancient zither music in the morning. I guess he read it somewhere by himself."

The father rubbed his daughter's fluffy hair out of habit, and then pulled his son to sit beside him:

"You come and read it!"

Wang Wendong picked up the poem that Wang Jinyi had just written and began to perform it with great emotion and vigor.

The parents listened with great interest, but Wang Jinyi took it lightly. After listening, his father folded the paper he had read and said:

"When we get together as a family, we have two things to say."

Wang Jinyi looked at his father and said formally:

"First, the clan leader sent the clan matron to teach Jin'er the clan etiquette. She will stay at home for a few days.

Second, the family must have a material craftsman living in the cross-courtyard, and they must manage their respective servants and give them good advice. "

Several pairs of eyes in the house were looking at my father. He looked around and his eyes fell on Wang Jinyi.

"Jin'er, you have signed a contract with the clan, so don't be self-righteous. You should know that the whole clan knows that you are not good at calligraphy. You must work hard and not bring shame to the Xunyang Wang Clan!"

Wang Jinyi, who was quite happy just now, immediately had a picture in his mind when he heard about his writing again. He was pulling an arrow and sinking down. On the arrow was written "Wang's Writing Ability". The arrow went straight to the Atlantic Ocean and flew very fast, as if there was a rocket behind the arrow.

Wang Jinyi thought viciously: This damned writing ability! It made me want to cry but I couldn't. I was so angry that my tears evaporated.

Seeing his daughter gritting her teeth in grievance, the father glanced at his wife and smiled.

"I have read the contract you signed, and I just want to remind Jin'er that you should remember your promise. When you get the money, you must not break your promise and take advantage of it."

The father looked at his daughter's face very seriously and said these words almost word by word. Fearing that the child did not take it seriously enough, he put his hand on his daughter's small shoulder and patted her gently.