Misty Rain of the Old Times

Chapter 69 Turnaround?

Mr. Yushan's residence was in a corner of the school, where there was a small courtyard surrounded by a bamboo forest, and the courtyard was hidden in the bamboo forest.

I wonder if there is a saying here that one would rather eat without meat than live without bamboo. The small courtyard in the bamboo forest has a quiet and elegant feeling.

Carrying their school supplies, Chen Xuan and Gao Jingming walked through the bamboo forest one after the other. Before they set foot in the courtyard, they smelled the refreshing fragrance of flowers.

After stepping into the courtyard, you will see a scene of blooming flowers. Various flowers fill the courtyard, and only the three-foot bluestone path is passable.

Camellia, orchid, rose, chrysanthemum, peony...

What surprised Chen Xuan was that all kinds of flowers were in full bloom at this time of year, including some varieties he could not recognize.

Most flowers do not bloom in this season. Is it a problem with the variety or is Mr. Yushan's flower-growing skills amazing?
Chen Xuan didn't know, but what Xiao Cai and the others said was true: Mr. Yushan was a flower lover. This was not just a love for flowers, it was simply an obsession.

I just don’t know if Mr. Yushan’s love for flowers to this extent is really related to the fact that he had a beloved woman.

When Chen Xuan and his companions arrived, Mr. Yushan was weeding and pruning on the path.

"Master, I'm here"

"Meet Mr.

Chen Xuan and the other person bowed and greeted each other.

Mr. Yushan slowly trimmed a few dead leaves and put them into the small basket beside him. Then he turned around and said with a gentle smile: "You will be here tomorrow. Come on, follow me to the study."

"Yes," Gao Jingming replied, and hurried forward to help push the wheelchair. He also took the bamboo basket filled with dead leaves and branches and hung it on the wheelchair, as if he had experienced this many times.

There was no one else in the entire courtyard except Chen Xuan and his friends. Mr. Yushan had difficulty walking, so why was there no one to serve him?

Chen Xuan followed silently without asking any questions that he shouldn't ask.

The study is quite large, with seven or eight two-meter-high bookcases filled to the brim. There are flower pots on the tables under the windows, with flowers blooming, covering up the smell of ink.

Chen Xuan hesitated whether to go in. The study was a relatively private place for scholars, but this was not Gao Jingming's study.

"What are you doing standing there, Xuan? Come here quickly," Gao Jingming said, turning around.

Mr. Yushan also said gently: "Chen Xuan, you come in too."

After receiving permission to step into the house, Mr. Yushan signaled Gao Jingming that he didn't need to push him anymore. He turned his wheelchair and came to the window. He went to light the incense burner on the table and asked, "Ming'er, how much did you harvest today?"

Gao Jingming said nervously, "Master, I remember all the more than ten characters you taught me today. However, I still don't remember all the parts of the article I learned today, and I'm still a little confused about math. I did make some progress in chess, but it was a close call against A Xuan."

Chen Xuan thought to himself, is that what we call playing chess? It's like playing a snake game, and there's no winner...

Upon hearing this, Mr. Yushan did not blame me. Instead, he pointed to the desk and said, "Well, finish your homework first. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. After you finish, I will check it and then memorize it."

"Yes"

Chen Xuan silently performed his duties and began to spread paper and grind ink. Of course, he also had his own share, as he was going to study together with Gao Jingming.

After the two of them started studying, Mr. Yushan stopped talking and made tea and drank it by himself, picked up a book to read, and occasionally glanced at Chen Xuan and the others, but did not say anything to disturb them.

Time passed slowly as Chen Xuan and the others finished their assignments and took them to Mr. Yushan for review. He pointed out any shortcomings, called for corrections, and urged them not to repeat them next time. The whole process was completed with considerable ease, not feeling at all oppressive; it seemed as if Mr. Yushan's presence alone could calm them down.

After finishing the homework on the book, Chen Xuan and the other person began to recite the article they had talked about today, reminding each other of the parts they had not remembered. At this time, Mr. Yushan closed his eyes slightly, and when the two of them really couldn't remember something, he would remind them.

After they both memorized it, he opened his eyes and nodded, saying, "Well, not bad, that's all for today. We'll come back tomorrow. Don't slack off, and don't play around when you go back."

The moment he opened his eyes, Chen Xuan didn't know if it was an illusion, but it seemed as if the entire study was brighter, and his calm eyes were like a lighting board!
This made Chen Xuan startled, and Mr. Yushan's image was suddenly shrouded in mystery.

Geng Hong said that some of the teachers in the school made him feel unfathomable, and he thought Mr. Yushan was one of them.

"Yes, Master," Gao Jingming nodded. He didn't seem to notice the abnormality at that moment, or maybe he had already gotten used to it. Instead, he was a little impatient to leave because he could play soon and it was not yet evening.

After all, their identities were different. Although Chen Xuan could also get guidance from Mr. Yushan along with Gao Jingming, he had no right to interrupt here. He silently performed his duties and packed up the manuscripts and tools. However, the moment when Mr. Yushan opened his eyes lingered in his mind.

"A Xuan"

When they were packing up and about to leave, Mr. Yushan unexpectedly called Chen Xuan.

Under Gao Jingming's curious gaze, Chen Xuan quickly asked, "What do you want, sir?"

He didn't say anything, but looked at Chen Xuan quietly. After a moment, he said, "Xuan, when you were studying with Ming'er just now, I saw that your mind was not calm. If your mind is not calm, your mind will not be at peace, and your recitation will be disorderly. If your mind is not at peace, your hand will not be steady, and your writing will not be focused. This is a big taboo. If this continues, you will not learn anything."

Chen Xuan paused when he heard this. He was indeed distracted before. Although he forced himself not to think too much and concentrate on studying, after seeing the human traffickers in the school, many messy thoughts kept popping up in his mind, such as whether they would do something disadvantageous to him after recognizing him, how to deal with those human traffickers, but it seemed that human trafficking was legal to a certain extent in Jingguo, etc. He never thought that Mr. Yushan, who seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, noticed all this.

It is equivalent to a student doing something naughty, thinking that no one can notice, but in fact it is obvious to the teacher.

"Sir, I will pay attention next time and follow your instructions," Chen Xuan said hurriedly.

Gao Jingming asked curiously, "Ah Xuan, were you distracted just now? Why didn't I notice? What were you thinking about?"

Chen Xuan smiled and said it was nothing, and Gao Jingming immediately looked bored.

However, Mr. Yushan still looked at Chen Xuan calmly and said, "You are a teachable boy, but what are you worried about? I even feel that you seem to be afraid. At your age, you shouldn't have such heavy worries."

Chen Xuan's emotions were suddenly in turmoil, and he was afraid to look Mr. Yushan in the eye. This was undoubtedly an opportunity that had come right to him, but how would Mr. Yushan react if he revealed the truth? After all, human trafficking had a certain legality, and if he didn't know the details, rashly revealing the truth could backfire.

Just as Chen Xuan was hesitating, Mr. Yushan knocked on the table gently and said, "Your worries are too heavy, which is detrimental to your studies. Although you and Ming'er are master and servant, you are better than close friends. I am also half your elder. Can you talk to me? I may be able to relieve your worries."

Although he was asking himself, Chen Xuan could tell that he was actually worried that he would affect Gao Jingming, and the so-called possibility of helping him relieve his worries was just a side effect.

In his heart, Gao Jingming is the most important, and he himself may be dispensable.

The sound of him knocking on the table made Chen Xuan subconsciously look up at him. Facing those calm eyes, Chen Xuan seemed to be possessed. Without any time to think, he blurted out: "Sir, at noon, I saw the human traffickers at the entrance of the cafeteria..."

At this point, Chen Xuan was shocked. What was going on? Was he hypnotized? Or was Mr. Yushan really that terrifying?
However, upon hearing Chen Xuan's words, Mr. Yushan, who had been calm and composed just a moment ago, suddenly became calm again. He looked at Chen Xuan calmly and said, "Tell me in detail!"

These four words carried an unquestionable tone, and Chen Xuan felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, unable to raise the slightest thought of disobeying!

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(End of this chapter)