12dz Chapter 189: No One Can Be Perfect
Chapter 189: No One Can Be Perfect
The mother originally wanted to wait for her daughter's answer, but she never expected that the child would ask her a realistic question.
My daughter's train of thought is so unique and unconventional, so I turned around and smiled at her, and replied:
"You little money-grubber, are you doing this because you're afraid that mom won't pay you, or do you think it's weird that mom is paying for you?!"
The mother reached out and stroked her daughter's forehead.
"Don't worry, mother will make you the bookcase you like, but..."
Wang Jinyi suddenly thought: her parents were discussing that her mother and father should go to see the ancestral forest together. If her mother did not go and stayed in Xunyang City, then she would have to move back to the Wang family's old house with her brother and herself.
There is a ready-made study in the old house, so there is no need to make a new bookcase. I’m afraid this design is meaningless!
Mother was thinking. Zhu Yu woke up and stood up, about to salute the lady, but was stopped by her mother with a gesture.
The mother sat opposite her daughter and asked seriously:
"Jin'er, mother wants to ask you something. You tell stories and write poems, and you persuaded your grandparents not to separate us, but do you know?
After the autumn hunting, your father will go to visit the ancestral forest. There are continuous mountains and forests there, and there are no people at all. If your mother accompanies your father, she won’t be able to take you and your brother with her.”
"Mother, why did father go?"
"We, the Xunyang Wang clan, have just branched out. As long as we set up a separate ancestral hall and a cemetery, we will have to send people to guard the ancestral forest for a few years."
After hearing this, Wang Jinyi understood that such a thing could not be done by the eldest son and grandson, and it could only be the sons who came later who chose the right person.
My grandfather had only three sons. Since my eldest uncle was not suitable, the only choice was between my father and my third uncle. However, my third uncle was a rare talent with a great reputation.
The family can only choose my father to go to see Zulin! It seems that my father is the only choice.
But Wang Jinyi always felt sorry for her father. She didn't know why, but this feeling started from the first time her mother turned around while holding the table and looked at her in surprise. She always felt sorry for her father.
I always felt that there was something wrong with going to the mountains to see the ancestral forest, but I couldn't tell what was wrong.
My mother's question interrupted my inspiration, and I thought about my father going away to the mountains after the autumn imperial examination and then returning to the old house.
There is no point in not designing the bookcase myself. Besides, the spiral bookcase I designed is difficult to carry.
As soon as this thought came to mind, Wang Jinyi felt inexplicably reluctant.
I have lived at No. 5 Yongxing Lane for more than five months. Although the conditions here are poor, there is one advantage: I have considerable freedom. I can communicate with Wen Bai and Wang Jinlai, assign different servants to go out and do things that I cannot do myself.
My own search for people is basically on the right track, I just need to continue to roll it out. The book I wrote and the clan’s cooperation are basically complete, I just need to wait for the dividends. Back at the old house, it is even more difficult for me to go out!
I originally wanted to spread the name "Stars in the Night Sky" to every state, city, prefecture, and city in the Daqi Dynasty, and I have to start as soon as possible.
The mother watched her daughter silently lower her head, thinking about something, so she put her daughter on the bed and urged her to rest quickly.
Before leaving, the mother leaned over and whispered in her daughter's ear:
"Jin'er, think about what to do."
Wang Jinyi didn't understand at first. What did her mother mean by "what to do"? She blinked her crow-feather eyelashes and watched her mother close the door and leave. She was ready to rest, but when she turned over, she realized that her mother was in a dilemma, whether to choose her husband or her child.
The mother was in a dilemma. She was worried that her husband was suffering and had no one to accompany him, and she was also worried that she would not be able to accompany her children to grow up. For a young mother, it was difficult to make that decision.
However, this time Wang Jinyi thought of a way to persuade his mother to accompany the person he deeply loved.
Because Wang Jinyi is able to take good care of her brother, she is an adult soul and is not at the age where she needs her parents' company.
Wang Jinyi was thinking silently. He could see the dawn light faintly through the west window. When he listened carefully, he heard the fourth watch drum was beating.
Wang Jinyi pushed away his thoughts, took a few deep breaths, and gradually fell asleep.
At dawn of another autumn day, Wang Jinyi followed her daily routine, dressed and went out. Seeing her brother calling her excitedly, Wang Jinyi happily jumped and ran towards her brother. The nanny walked past the young lady in two steps, wiped the stone bench with a handkerchief, and then stepped aside. Zhu Yu watched the nanny's operation in front of her.
Wang Wendong, holding the peach wood sword, looked down at his sister trying to climb onto the stone bench.
Qingyu stayed in the room and copied the design concept that the young lady had just written yesterday, as well as the instructions for making the bookcase, in regular script.
Qingyu was having a headache as he struggled to decipher the crooked words written by the young lady.
What did the lady write? Not only did the lady write a lot of unfinished words, but there were also some words that she didn't know if she copied correctly. What is a spiral? What is the Pythagorean theorem? What is the circular method?
The more Qingyu looked, the more she realized that her young lady was a little uncanny in her intelligence. She would often understand things she had seen before, and she would always have sudden inspirations.
I have to ask the young lady about the words I am unsure about. Qingyu went out with the instructions written by the young lady and saw Wang Jinyi and his brother whispering in their ears.
Wang Wendong signaled to his sister that there was someone behind her. Wang Jinyi turned around and saw Qingyu coming over with her design concept description.
What I wrote before going to bed yesterday was too hasty, so it probably doesn’t flow very smoothly?
Qingyu pointed at the characters with missing arms, legs and strokes and asked:
"Miss, what are these written on? Can you read them to me?"
Wang Jinyi thought that in order to quickly write down the inspiration in his head, he used the simple characters of his previous life and even wrote them in cursive characters. No wonder Qingyu came to find him.
Perhaps this is like a heavenly book to Qingyu!
So he held it in his hand and slowly identified it. Wang Wendong walked to his sister and helped her guess the word.
When Wang Wendong saw it, he was stunned. His sister's handwriting was really hopeless. Not only was it disorganized, but it was also full of typos. In short, it was not only wrong but also messy!
After carefully examining it for a long time, I still couldn't recognize a single word. I couldn't help but touch my sister's head and feel sorry for her in my heart.
Jin'er is good in every way and is smart, but her handwriting is indeed her weakness...
Wang Jinyi didn't think too much about it. He pointed to half of the word and read it to Qingyu carefully. Qingyu quickly completed the missing words and wrote the connected strokes into neat regular script.
The brother listened to his sister writing again. What are these? What is a spiral line, what is a bellows? What are these words that he has never heard of?
I felt even more sorry for my sister. It seemed that what the clan leader said was right. I really should have watched my sister practice calligraphy, otherwise her calligraphy would be too bad!