follow my heart

Meng Buqing: "..."

Her attitude changed all too quickly.Meng Buqing stared at her vigilantly, wondering if she was deliberately speaking ironically.

"Really," Ji Wan smiled helplessly and softly, "It's her strength that you like her."

It is also an honor.

The second half of the sentence she said was in her heart.

Meng Buqing softened his tone, shook his head, and did not continue this topic.

Instead, he asked, "How did you teach Cui Youran to write just now? Can you teach me?"

I didn't want to learn characters, I just wanted to be taught by her.

"I just told her about the simple structure of characters," Ji Wan said without changing her expression, "I guess she doesn't write by hand very often, there is too much space between her gestures, and she is also a little stiff, like a primary school student who has just practiced some characters." , I can teach casually."

Meng Buqing followed her metaphor and thought for a while, then frowned and wanted to laugh: "Is her handwriting so ugly?"

He is also an author who has signed many books.

"It's not very pretty, and it's not ugly." Ji Wan stared at her with a serious tone, "If you want to learn everything, it's half-hearted. Are you ready to learn Go?"

"..."

Meng Buqing fell silent.

He puffed up his face and looked at her.

It was thought that this would result in a verbal answer, at least coping.

Quiet for a few seconds.

"I really can't teach you." Ji Wan paused before saying, "Calligraphy and piano... can't teach others."

Meng Buqing noticed something strange in her tone, but it was fleeting.

She had no choice but to ask: "Are you good at playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?"

"I never learned to draw."

"Oh, so he is good at everything in piano, chess and books." Meng Buqing nodded.

Ji Wan's face was calm, her long eyelashes drooped, and there was a shadow in her eyes under the light above her head.

Involuntarily distracted for a moment.

In her memory, she saw a little girl who had just returned home from kindergarten, took off her schoolbag, and immediately stood in front of the desk, practicing calligraphy with her wrists hanging.

In front of him was a white wall without even a single window. Looking up, there was nothing but a wall, and it was still a wall.

But deliberately light footsteps could be heard.

The little girl shrank her shoulders, then corrected her standing posture.She wrote on the third sheet of paper, and her pen was soft, and the last stroke was not full enough.She closed her eyes numbly.

Someone behind him raised his hand, and the long thorns waved in the air, making a slight "snack" sound, and slapped her heavily.Her back throbbed instantly.

The man never lost his temper, just said calmly: "Rewrite."

"..."

Meng Buqing frowned and pondered for a long time, then asked tentatively: "Why can't you teach others, because is there any secret not to pass on?"

She had heard that some well-known masters accept apprentices. Except for a few direct disciples, others must promise not to borrow the name of the teacher before they become teachers, and they must also promise not to accept apprentices outside privately after they leave the teacher.

"Where are there so many questions, curiosity should be kept where you can improve yourself," Ji Wan regained consciousness, with a very shallow smile on her lips, "Practice your Go first, and I'll talk if you beat me."

"Wow..." Meng Buqing muttered to himself, "The difficulty of clearing the first level is so high."

Ji Wan didn't speak.

Meng Buqing looked down at the phone, swiped into Cui Youran's space again and said, "Do you think this is referring to her mentor?"

[Recently, I have been able to insist on getting up early, the secret is: think about important people when you are lazy.There is such an object in my heart, going through the ice and snow at six o'clock in the morning to go to the library until dark is exhausting, just like going to an amusement park to play all day is so insignificant. ]

Ji Wan looked at it, and said without much thought: "I don't know."

Meng Buqing thinks it should be. At that time, about three months after Cui Youran enrolled as a graduate student, it turns out that he had a good impression of his supervisor so early?

Now she is in her second year of graduate school and is about to graduate.

Meng Buqing said seriously, and Ji Wan listened.Will respond, but don't have any opinions of my own.

We talked a few more words.

Meng Buqing noticed that she was a little out of breath.

Obviously just now, when the two of them were gossiping together, they were secretly interested.

She didn't know why Ji Wan was suddenly in a bad mood.

It seems to be, why can't I teach others calligraphy and piano before and after.

Meng Buqing felt that he had said the wrong thing.

She tried to remedy it: "Do you want to play chess now?"

"No, it's getting late," Ji Wan said softly, "Go to bed early today."

"..."

A moment of silence.

Ji Wan looked at her, but she was actually thinking about her question just now.

Why not teach?

She had taught others before.

Since Ji Wan was in high school, the living expenses provided by her family were quite tight, so she had to find a way to earn some textbook fees by herself.She worked part-time as a tutor in a cram school and took children to do their homework.

It was recommended to go to the Children's Palace during the holidays, and it was also to teach children. The students were all five- and six-year-old children.

It was a small class with a high fee, and the teacher's salary was relatively high.

Ji Wan originally wanted to do well.

But on the first day she taught a little boy to write, she pointed out that his strokes were not strong enough, and asked him to write again.The little boy was very unconvinced, the next word, his tick almost reached the sky.

Written like this on purpose.

The little boy laughed. He raised his chin and looked at her with a proud expression.

The stroke was actually very funny, like some kind of artistic font, the teacher next to him chuckled when he saw it.Their work is originally of a relatively strong nature of accompanying and supervising, and professionalism is second.

He kept saying that he was so naughty.

Only Ji Wan remained expressionless.

Her eyes fell on the steel ruler next to her, and she really wanted to reach out to pick it up and beat him on his hands, neck, and shoulders.The beating made him scared, he saw blood, and he sat down timidly to practice calligraphy seriously.

She was silent, restraining this extraordinarily strong and real desire.Actually not angry.

Silent for the next half of class.

Before leaving, he directly sent a text message asking for resignation to the interest class.

In her whole life, she never thought of being a good person, but she also didn't want to become someone who would beat a child with a steel ruler or a thorn.If you stay in that interest class, beating people with a steel ruler is inevitable.

Ji Wan thinks so.

So take this as your own taboo and hide it in your heart.Easily untouchable.

"..."

—

Meng Buqing was silent for a while, puffed her cheeks, reached out and shook her sleeves coquettishly: "Then can you put me to sleep?"

Ji Wan frowned, her tone felt absurd, "Why do you want me to coax you to sleep?"

Because I feel that she is in a bad mood, but I can't guess why.If you open your mouth to ask, it is certain that you will not be able to ask, and it may make her even worse.So I really want to cling to her, at least to see her smile.

Meng Buqing said: "Because I'm in a bad mood, I want you to spend more time with me."

"..."

"is it not OK?"

Ji Wan looked at her, and something soft flashed across her eyes.

But he didn't let go: "Are you three years old? Only when you are three years old do you need someone to coax you to sleep."

"Then I'm not a human, why not?" Meng Buqing's eyes rolled, her cheeks were shy, and dimples appeared on her lips. "A human's 20 years old is less than three years old when converted into a dog. Wo... woof woof woof !"

The last few acoustics come alive.

There is also a tone, as if it is a puppy staring at a can of meat.His dark innocent eyes stared at her.

Ji Wan was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

With an expression of being defeated by her, he said helplessly and amusedly: "...All right."

She raised her hand to press the center of her eyebrows, paused for a while, her lips were still smiling.

I have to admit...it was so cute.

Meng Buqing followed behind her, gently pinching her own cheek, it was a little hot, but luckily her skin was thick enough.She quickly put down her hands and walked into the bedroom with a relaxed face.

"Wait, I haven't showered yet."

"..."

"You just sit there first," Meng Buqing pointed to the head of the bed, "wait until I finish taking a shower."

Ji Wan followed her gaze, showing some indescribable expressions, without any movement, just said: "I'll accompany you to the room, isn't it coaxing you to sleep?"

"What kind of coaxing me to sleep?" Meng Buqing said decisively with her face crooked, "at least sing me a song or tell me a story. You can get ready while I'm taking a shower."

After she finished speaking, without waiting for a response, she went straight into the bathroom next to her.

Ji Wan: "..."

Only Ji Wan was left in the room.

She looked around, and found that the little girl's bedroom was a bit cramped, without even a chair, but the bed was quite large, occupying more than half of the bedroom.If you want to sit down, you can only sit on the bed.

Or sit on the floor.

Ji Wan had a complex expression and chose to stand.

Listen to the sound of water flowing.

Things have come to this, Ji Wan can only think about what story to tell her.

Ten minutes passed.

Meng Buqing came out of the bathroom, untied her long hair with one hand, stared at her, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Ji, are you ready?"

Ji Wan said expressionlessly: "Lie down on the bed quickly."

"Tsk, why are you in such a hurry, shouldn't you chat a few more gossips before doing things to improve the relationship and atmosphere?" After Meng Buqing finished speaking, he felt that these words were strange.

Hastily lifted the quilt and got in.

"What story are you going to tell me?"

Ji Wan hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and said, "There is a song that is quite suitable...."

It is very suitable for her to sing for Meng Buqing.

So she chose to sing.

Meng Buqing's eyes lit up, she didn't expect that she would choose to sing, so she fumbled her phone under the quilt for a few times.Opened the voice memo with gestures and began to record secretly.

Ji Wan didn't know anything about it.

She walked to the head of the bed, squatted down, folded her hands on the bed, and looked at Meng Buqing.

The posture looked a little obedient.

Before singing, Meng Buqing's heart softened.

"It'snowornever, I'vebeenwaitingsolong," Ji Wan's expression was demure and flat, and her voice was not as ethereal as the original girl's, she sang softly and lowly, Triedforalifetime, ButIneverbelong.

Meng Buqing was amazed by her voice, she was able to sing English so flat and gentle.

"The goldensunsetsthrough, The cracks in my hand, Ithought Isawyou, Still, Idon'tunderstand..."

Meng Buqing was lying on her side, her eyes were full of Ji Wan's backlit face.

She could roughly understand the lyrics with her empty ears, but she couldn't remember them.The fluent voice and even the slightly paused breath are beautiful, making it impossible for people to pay attention to the meaning of the words.

"..."

Ji Wan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she sang the last line in a low voice: "I've always known you, since the story began." This sentence should be raised, but she deliberately lowered it.

Then it's over.

Pulling the quilt to cover her shoulders, she said, "The singing is over, you can go to sleep."

"OK," Meng Buqing looked at her steadily, "Givemeagoodnightkiss."

"..."

If you are ashamed to blurt out words, it will become so natural in English.

There is light in the little girl's eyes, curved and curved, as if reflecting the moon.She stared at Ji Wan with tender eyes containing the moon, with dimples on her cheeks, asking for a goodnight kiss.

"..."

Ji Wan's long eyelashes trembled, feeling that she shouldn't look at her anymore, but she still couldn't look away immediately.

Like falling in.

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