Farmhouse Green Plum

The rhyme is mixed?

Daya scratched her head. Why couldn’t she understand what Yuan Qing said?

Yuan Qing could tell at a glance that she didn't understand, so he explained it to her in plain language: "During the Taiyuan period of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, there was a fisherman in Wuling County. Once, he was rowing along the stream. After rowing for an unknown period of time, he suddenly came across a peach blossom forest..."

After hearing the story, Daya felt that the paradise the fisherman encountered was similar to their village. The biggest difference was that there was no government supervision and they did not have to pay taxes or serve in the military. So she was not very interested in it.

After thinking for a while, she asked again: "What does 落花彩粉 mean?"

After listening to the whole article, she was most impressed by these four words. She felt that when she pronounced these four words, there was a special feeling between her lips and teeth.

Yuan Qing turned his head and glanced around, then walked to a peach tree nearby, hugged the trunk and shook it vigorously a few times, and the petals fell like rain.

He pointed to the falling peach blossoms and said, "It means the beautiful scene of flowers falling, just like it is now."

Daya looked up and saw the light pink and white petals swaying and falling in the gentle breeze, like a dream.

"It's beautiful."

She stared at the falling flowers for a long time, then suddenly said, "I've decided on my name. It's Song Ying, the Ying that means falling flowers."

Yuan Qing was stunned for a moment, then remembered their conversation behind the tree that day, and instantly understood what she meant.

"Song Ying," he repeated softly and slowly, looked up at the rustling flowers, and nodded, "Very good, very beautiful, very suitable for you!"

The curve of Daya's lips became bigger and bigger, "Yes, such a beautiful name suits me."

Yuan Qing couldn't describe her smile at this moment. She only felt that it was more joyful than the night of the Lantern Festival. It had a lot more complex elements, such as spirit, determination, and relief...

These complex things constitute a subtle beauty and expectation, and he subconsciously wants to prolong this beautiful expectation.

"Let me teach you how to write your new name."

As he spoke, Yuan Qing squatted down, picked up a branch, found a slightly flat ground, and wrote the two words "Song Ying" on it stroke by stroke.

Looking at the branches drawing lines on the ground, forming two slender, neat symbols, Daya stood there in a daze for a long while before asking in disbelief, "Is this my name?"

"Yes!" Yuan Qing used the branch to point at two characters from top to bottom, "This is Song, and this is Ying."

Daya squatted down in a daze, stretched out her hand and touched the two words, "Is this the word 'Song Ying'?"

"That's right!"

Daya, no, now it should be Song Ying.

Song Ying was overjoyed. Isn't this what people often say, 'You try hard to plant flowers but they don't bloom, but you plant willows by accident and they grow into a shade'?

Isn't that just two characters I learned? And it's my new name!

She quickly picked up a branch and pointed at the words on it, confirming again: "Is this the word Song?"

Yuan Qing thought her reaction was a little strange, but he didn't think much about it and nodded.

Song Ying then used a branch to trace the word next to it, trying to write down the word "Song".

She had just written two strokes when Yuan Qing said, "Your order is wrong. You should write the top dot first."

“Does writing have to be done in order?”

"Of course, you read it carefully and I will write it again."

Song Ying nodded quickly and stared at him as he wrote without making any mistakes.

Soon, Yuan Qing finished writing the word "Song" and said, "Try again."

Song Ying excitedly took the branch and wrote it out stroke by stroke according to his order.

After writing, she looked at the words of varying thickness and frowned: "Did I write it correctly? Why is it so ugly?"

Yuan Qing was happy, "That's right, you just didn't control the strength well, just practice more in the future."

"Really?" Song Ying couldn't believe it. This was his first time writing.

"Really? Your memory is better than many people. Many people in the school have to repeat a word over and over again before they can remember it."

Song Ying was so excited that he looked at the word "Song" written by Yuan Qing and wrote it several times next to it.

Her handwriting got better with each one, and by the fifth one it was already legible.

"Wow, you've made rapid progress!" Yuan Qing was amazed.

Song Ying was so happy that his mouth was about to split to his ears. "I just copied the thickness of each of your strokes."

"What a careful observation!"

"I have memorized the word 'Song'. Please teach me the order of the word 'Ying'."

Every teacher likes smart students. Yuan Qing was also very interested and said cheerfully, "Okay, watch it!"

With previous experience, this time Song Ying not only remembered the order, but also observed the thickness of each stroke before starting to write.

After some observation and thinking, the word "英" written was much more correct than the original "宋".

Looking at the sacred words written by her own hands, Song Ying felt both happy and sad. Her hands could now be used to write, and she was going to become a scholar!

Seeing that she could write the word "Song Ying" fluently, Yuan Qing became more excited and said, "I will teach you two more words. Well, just write my name."

As he spoke, he quickly wrote the words "Yuan Qing" on the ground.

Song Ying recalled briefly and finished writing it in one go without any pause, which made Yuan Qing praise her highly. She then enthusiastically taught her to write the other three characters of "落英色彩芬".

Song Ying still wrote it in one go.

Yuan Qing's mind moved, and he reached out to erase all the words, and then said: "Try to write it again, um, just write it in the order you learned it."

Song Ying looked up at him and felt that he was quite similar to the old man just now as he assigned tasks in a methodical manner.

He seems to enjoy teaching others.

Song Ying's heart moved slightly. Yuan Qing was the best student in the school and there would be no problem for him to teach him to read. Wasn't he a ready-made candidate for a teacher?

As the thought flashed through her mind, she wrote every stroke with extreme care.

As she wrote out all the words, Yuan Qing became excited again, "You really have a talent for reading!"

Song Ying's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Can you teach me how to read? My family would never send me to school."

"This..." Yuan Qing hesitated for a moment, and immediately said: "No problem, but there is a condition, you can't tell anyone else, especially not my grandma.

She was worried that I would be distracted, so when I wanted to teach my sister to read, she wouldn’t allow it and only taught her some common words in secret.”

Song Ying naturally wanted it more than anything. They were getting older and had too much private contact. If others knew about it, they would gossip.

Unlike the gossip that she was too eager to get married and had no shame, which had no specific target, this kind of gossip could be fatal, and this was also the reason why she did not think of looking for Yuan Qing in the first place.

Now, there is only this one way, even if it involves mountains of swords and seas of fire, she must learn!

"I'm with Lai Di and Xiao Xiang every day, so it's a little hard to hide it from them, but I promise that I won't let anyone else know, especially your grandma!"

As she said this, she raised three fingers as if swearing.

Yuan Qing thought of her relationship with Lai Di Xiao Xiang, so she agreed immediately without being demanding. "We finish school at this time almost every day. If you want to learn new characters or if you don't understand something, just wait for me behind the paulownia tree at the foot of Dongsheng Mountain. I'll pass by there on my way home."