When He Yan was young, she was not as smart as she is now. If she were asked to look at her past self from her current perspective, she would feel that it was too dull.
At that time, she was not very good at civil and military affairs. She was similar to Cheng Lisu now, and she was considered a "waste son", but unlike Cheng Lisu who had a powerful uncle, the family background of the He family was not considered in the Xianchang Pavilion. What, therefore, it is not as pleasing as Cheng Lisu.
What's more, she still wore a mask all day long when she was young, and she always looked out of tune with everyone. And because there is a ghost in his heart, he has never dared to communicate with the teenagers, and he was rejected by the other students of Xianchang Hall.
The rejection of the teenagers came directly. At first, they just didn't play with her, and they didn't call her when they were kicking. Later, it got worse. The reason was not a big deal, but because she worked too hard.
When He Yan was a child, he grasped the principle of "stupid birds fly first", so he really started from stupid birds. The worse the civil and military subjects, the more they have to learn, and they are more serious than anyone else. Even though the gentlemen of Xianchang Pavilion felt that this child was indeed not a material for reading and practicing martial arts, they were often moved by He Yan's persistent learning spirit. So he often praised He Yan in class.
"Diligence is like the seedlings that spring up, and it doesn't see any growth, and it grows every day. You all look at He Rufei, and learn from others!"
They are all fourteen-five-year-old young men. They have always liked to fight and win, so it's just a matter of learning from others. What should I learn from He Yan? Learn from him, study hard and practice hard every day, and still always be the first from the bottom? Are you afraid your brain is broken
But several gentlemen seem to like He Yan very much by coincidence.
The teenagers were angry from the bottom of their hearts, and their hatred turned to their courage. When jealousy and disdain were mixed together, they became more and more disliked by the boy wearing a mask, and they gave He Yan some trouble every now and then.
She deliberately slashed He Yan's clothes during a knife match today, and tomorrow she will feed her horse sneeze grass. When He Yan got up from the ground in embarrassment, the teenagers hid together and pointed at her to make fun of her.
When he was young, He Yan had a stupid brain and a stupid mouth, so he couldn't do anything to complain to her husband, and the gentlemen didn't know these little things the students did in private. He Yan had a very difficult time.
One day, it was winter, and the weather was very cold. When the teenagers were practicing swordsmanship in the academy, they didn't know who had poured a basin of water on the ground, and the water quickly froze on the ground. , hurry up, hurry up, sir is calling you!"
He Yan hurried out, slipped under his feet, and fell on his horse.
The fall was so heavy that she only felt that her head was getting gold stars, and she didn't get up for a long time. The teenagers hid in the corner and laughed, only saying: "He really fell for it!"
He Yan sat on the spot for a long time before standing up, pursed her lips, and said nothing. The students of Xianchang Hall go home once a month, and the clothes she brought this month are no longer clean. Every time they make fun of them, the immortals don't have so many clothes. In this weather, the sun has not been seen for a long time, and it is difficult to dry them.
He Yan spent the whole day wearing half-wet clothes. At night, she got up from the bed, instead of practicing swordsmanship, she ran to the hall where she taught at the academy.
The clay figurine also has a three-point earthiness, not to mention that she is also the eldest young master of the He family, so she has a bit of temperament. However, she still knows how to judge the situation. Those young people are tall and strong, and their skills are much better than hers, and they can't beat them. Is that the case? Impossible.
How can I get out of this nasty breath
Fourteen-year-old He Yan thought for a long time and finally came up with a solution.
It snowed at night. She wore clothes that were not dry yet, braved the wind and snow, went to the backyard well to draw a bucket of water, and ran to the hall with this bucket of water.
She remembered where each of the group of teenagers sat during the day. She found their copybooks from under their desks. This month, Mr.'s homework is to copy "Xingli Zixun" five times. Tomorrow is the time to hand in homework at the end of the month.
He Yan poured the whole bucket of water on it.
The water instantly soaked the handwriting, and it became a large blur. He Yan let out a breath, and his heart was filled with happiness. After the happiness, a trace of tension appeared.
She hurriedly put the copybook back in its original position, and hurried out with an empty bucket, but this was the first time she had done such a thing, and she was inevitably apprehensive. The threshold, with a "pop" sound, fell firmly.
She gasped in pain and fell twice in one day, and this time it was even worse. Her elbow touched the wooden thorn on the threshold, and she made a cut, and blood flowed out. He Yan sat up laboriously, holding up that arm, thinking to himself, does this mean that he will kill himself if he does too much injustice
She only did it once, okay? God treats her too harshly!
Anyway, hurry up and return the bucket, bucket, by the way, where's her bucket? She just remembered that it had just fallen so hard, the bucket fell to the ground, it should have made a loud noise and woke everyone up, why is it still quiet now
He Yan looked up dumbfounded, stood up and took two steps forward, only to see someone standing outside the door at some point. He leaned lazily against the wooden door, with his back to He Yan, with an iron bucket in his hand.
It was actually Xiao Jue.
For a moment, He Yan didn't dare to say anything nervous.
Did he see it? Did he not see it? Impossible, he must have seen it, and he was still holding the bucket in his hand. But if he didn't see it, how should he explain it? Watering flowers here in the middle of the night
He Yan was thinking wildly, and the young man raised his eyebrows when he saw her standing there dumbfounded, "Don't you hurt?"
He Yan: "Huh?"
His gaze fell on He Yan's elbow. Because she was about to fetch water, she rolled up her sleeves. Between the white and tender elbows, there was a bloodstain like an ugly embroidery, which was particularly conspicuous in the weak light of the lantern.
He Yan subconsciously wanted to hide his hands behind his back.
The young man glanced at her impatiently, and said coldly, "Come with me."
He Yan himself didn't know why he wanted to listen to him. He was probably scared and confused, so he followed up.
Xiao Jue first put the iron bucket back to the well, and when she looked back, she was still holding her arms in a daze, sneered, and said with a meaningful expression: "You are so timid and learn to do bad things."
He Yan clenched her fists and didn't speak, she was very nervous. On weekdays, Xiao Jue only walks with his good boys, and the other boys in the class hall are not very close, and He Yan does not know what this person thinks. If he goes to inform himself...
A cold pot was thrown into his arms.
He Yan looked down and saw that it was a mandarin duck pot with a delicate body and intricate carvings.
She heard her own voice, as small as a gnat: "What is this?"
"I can't use it?" The young man turned his head and said with a lazy expression, "Medicine."