Zhao Dong’s sudden exclamation made Sun i jump. She said irritably, "What’s wrong with you? Trying to scare to death?"
Zhao Dong chuckled and quickly soothed his wife, "Honey, don’t be angry. I just suddenly rembered sothing and got a bit excited."
Sun i tucked the mosquito net under the straw mat and asked, puzzled, "What did you rember?"
Zhao Dong then said, "I rembered who Mr. ng is. The original owner of this body once heard the na, but the mory was vague, so I didn’t recognize it until now."
He sighed and continued, "You know, Mr. ng is actually related to Scholar ng. And their relationship is quite close."
Sun i looked at Zhao Dong, who was playing coy, and said irritably, "What, could it be his son?"
Zhao Dong clapped his hands. "Hey, you’re right! It is indeed Scholar ng’s son."
Sun i exclaid, "Ah, I’ve never heard that Scholar ng had a child."
When Scholar ng ca to their place to live in seclusion, he was all alone, with no wife, children, or other family. Later, when he started teaching at the school, he never brought any family to live with him. She had assud he didn’t have any.
Seeing his wife’s surprised expression, Zhao Dong said, "A few years ago, when the original owner of this body went to work at Country Gentry Wei’s estate, he overheard so gossip. I don’t know if it’s true, though."
"The story goes that Scholar ng’s wife passed away young, leaving him with a son."
"Since Scholar ng repeatedly failed the imperial examinations, he pinned all his hopes on his son, dreaming he would achieve greatness. He had such high expectations for him. However, his son wasn’t interested in studying the Four Books and Five Classics. Instead, he loved practicing martial arts and dread of venturing out to explore all corners of the country."
"The two of them had many disagreents and frequent quarrels. After one particularly heated argunt, ng Fusheng felt that his father didn’t love him. So, in a fit of anger, he left ho to explore all corners of the country."
He left and never ca back.
After listening to Zhao Dong’s narration, Sun i sighed, "I guess Mr. ng ca back this ti to visit his father. But he was afraid that his father didn’t want to see him, so he hid."
Zhao Dong also sighed. "It seems that many fathers, throughout history, haven’t been good at expressing their feelings. Scholar ng must miss his son dearly. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have chosen to live in seclusion in Xiaoyi Village. I heard Xiaoyi Village was his deceased wife’s ho village."
Sun i nodded, "That’s true. There is no father who truly doesn’t love their child."
The couple lay in bed, chatting intermittently. They didn’t notice Zhao Zhitong, who had co looking for them, crouched by the door, listening to their entire conversation.
Not until the two of them started chatting about sothing else did Zhao Zhitong run in, shouting, "Mom, Mom!"
Sun i sat up in surprise. "Eh, why aren’t you sleeping in bed? What are you doing here?"
"Mom, I have sothing to tell you."
As Zhao Zhitong spoke, she had already crawled onto the bed, her little bottom in the air. "Mom, today I promised my classmates they could co to our house for a al during the school break. Do we have enough food?"
Sun i replied helplessly, "How can we not have food? Don’t we have piles of rice and wheat in your space? How many students are coming over?"
When Zhao Zhitong attended kindergarten in her previous life, she often brought classmates ho. Therefore, Sun i was very experienced at hosting them.
Zhao Zhitong thought for a while and said, "There should be six or seven classmates coming. They say they really miss your cooking."
Sun i nodded, "Okay, when the ti cos, let your dad set up a barbecue stand in the courtyard. We can barbecue and eat river snails. How’s that?"
"Great, great!" Zhao Zhitong’s eyes lit up imdiately, and she said excitedly, "Mom, I also want to eat Liuzhou river snails rice noodle!"
Sun i laughed. "You little scamp, you sure know what to ask for! Alright, no problem. It’s getting late. You should go to bed now; you have school tomorrow."
Zhao Zhitong nodded, then crawled down from the bed and scampered back to the west room.
The next day, Zhao Zhitong arrived at the school very early. She went to her Teacher’s study first, tidied up his desk, and cleaned the study.
When Scholar ng walked into his study, Zhao Zhitong was neatly stacking the scattered paper and books on his desk. He laughed, "Young girl, why did you co so early today?"
Seeing her Teacher approaching, Zhao Zhitong imdiately ran over to greet him, then hurriedly ran to pour so tea for him.
"Teacher, here is your tea."
Looking at the diligent and sensible little girl in front of him, Scholar ng took the tea contentedly.
This girl was truly sensible and intelligent; he was incredibly pleased with this student.
He was truly glad now that he had accepted her as his disciple back then. If he had been overly pedantic at the ti, he would surely have regretted it imnsely later on.
Seeing that her Teacher had finished his tea, Zhao Zhitong bit her lip, then asked with twinkling eyes, "Teacher, can Tongtong ask you a question?"
Scholar ng put the teacup on the table, straightened his posture, and nodded, "Go ahead."
Zhao Zhitong blinked. "Teacher, if a father scolds his child, and the child runs out of the house in anger, will the father be so furious that he’ll hate his child and never want to see them again?"
Hearing this question, Scholar ng was taken aback. He subconsciously assud Zhao Dong had scolded Zhao Zhitong that morning.
So, he asked anxiously, "What happened, young girl? Did your father scold you?"
Zhao Zhitong shook her head quickly, "No, no, Daddy didn’t scold Tongtong."
Only then did Scholar ng breathe a sigh of relief. He then patiently explained, "Young girl, sotis when parents scold their children, it’s because they’re disappointed, wishing they would live up to their potential. They might lose their temper in the heat of the mont and say things they don’t an. But usually, after scolding their children, parents feel guilty and regretful. They won’t hate their children because of it."
"If a child runs away from ho, the father would be very worried. So, young girl, if you ever have an argunt with your father, you must never run away from ho in anger, understand?"
After hearing her Teacher’s words, Zhao Zhitong nodded heavily, "Okay, Teacher, I get it."
After bidding farewell to her Teacher, she ran towards the classroom.
Upon reaching the classroom, she saw Qiao Muchen and Wei Shulan already sitting at their desks reading.
She ran over, called out to the two, then the little trio huddled their heads together under the desk and began whispering secretively.
Upon hearing Zhao Zhitong’s story, Qiao Muchen and Wei Shulan were both surprised.
Qiao Muchen spoke in disbelief, "Tongtong, are you saying that the man in the green robe we saw yesterday is the Teacher’s son?"
"Shhh!" Zhao Zhitong gestured for quiet. "Quieter, Qiao Jiaojiao! Don’t let anyone hear you."
Qiao Muchen hurriedly covered his mouth, looked around to see if any students were listening, and then asked quietly, "Is it true?"
Zhao Zhitong confird, "Of course, it’s true. The man in the green robe has the sa surna as the Teacher, ng. He must be the Teacher’s son."
At that mont, a small head suddenly stretched in, asking in a low voice, "What are you talking about? What about the Teacher’s son?"
As the little trio was currently embarking on a great plan, they were already on edge. Suddenly, the appearance of a head startled them all.
Once they saw who it was, they realized it was Zhao Yue.
At that mont, he was looking at them curiously. Then, he suddenly seed to realize sothing and said confidently, "Oh, I get it. You’re scheming sothing, aren’t you? I’m going to tell the Teacher."
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