Wei Zhiyi knew from a young age that she was the eldest grandson of the Wei family and would have to shoulder great responsibilities in the future.
Although he still doesn't know exactly what this significant responsibility means.
Every time he asked this question, his mother would always smile and tell him that he was still a child and didn't need to know so much; he should just be happy.
The father wholeheartedly agreed with this.
Of course, Wei Zhiyi knew that his father had no objection to his upbringing, and he would wholeheartedly agree with anything his mother said.
He didn't care about that.
Father loves Mother very much, and he loves Mother very much too, so he is willing to give in to Father a little. Although Father always takes him and his sister away from Mother when they are asleep at night.
When Wei Zhiyi turned four, it was time for him to start school.
He didn't actually like reading at all, but his mother seemed to like him reading, so he had no choice but to reluctantly go to Qinyuan with his sister every day to listen to the teacher's lessons.
Oh, by the way, he really likes his little sister, but she doesn't seem to like him much and they rarely play together.
Of course, sometimes Wei Zhiyi felt that his younger sister definitely liked him; the fact that she would secretly eat the oil paper from the candied fruit and hide it under his pillow was proof enough. Otherwise, why wouldn't she hide it under someone else's pillow?
Wei Zhiyi rolled over in bed, his mind wandering to all sorts of things. One moment he thought about the straw puppy his mother had mentioned, the next he thought about his father saying he would bring him and his sister some treats when he got back from work today, and then he thought about how Yu's older brother had held his sister's hand yesterday...
Despite having so many things on his mind, he didn't feel bored or overwhelmed; on the contrary, he was extremely happy.
Since we don't have to go to school today, the teacher who teaches us took sick leave yesterday and can't come to Qinyuan today!
In the past, he wouldn't have had time to think about these things, but today, he didn't have to get up early to wash and change, nor did he have to rush to finish the homework he hadn't completed yesterday.
This is something he should be very happy about!
He was happily rolling around on the bed when a panicked cry suddenly came from outside the door: "Young master! Young master! Young master! Something terrible has happened!"
He looked up, his round face framed by a pair of dark, grape-like eyes staring blankly at Jingzhu, who was rushing back from outside. He stammered, "Wh...what's wrong? Don't worry, tell me slowly."
Jingzhu stopped and paused for a while before looking at him with a very compassionate gaze: "Mr. Fu said that he only had a headache yesterday, but he feels much better today. If he were to miss a day of school, it would be a disservice to the tuition fees given to him by the master and madam. So he sent his page to inform me and Qingliu, who serves Miss, to quickly pack your writing materials and go to Qinyuan to attend the lecture."
Wei Zhiyi's mouth gradually opened wide: "Ah..."
He let out a painful cry.
"Jingzhu, tell me, is life just like this, made up of endless suffering? Yesterday after school, I went fishing with Chu San, and he said he envied me. But I don't understand why he would envy someone who has to go to school every day. I really can't study for another day!"
Jingzhu scratched her head and looked at him with a silly smile: "Young master, you'd better hurry up and pack. If you delay and the master finds out, he'll spank your hands again."
Wei Zhiyi sighed.
He knew Jingzhu couldn't understand his pain. And indeed, how could Jingzhu possibly understand him?
Jingzhu didn't need to go to school; he only needed to learn martial arts from Master Qiu. Master Qiu was thirty years old and still unmarried. He treated Jingzhu like a son, teaching him martial arts and then taking him to the river to catch fish.
While they returned home laden with their loot, he was still listening to the teacher's lecture.
He wrapped himself in the blanket, peeking out his small head, gazing at the top of the tent, solemnly counting on his fingers, opening and closing them repeatedly until he had finally counted the days. He let out a long sigh, his voice heavy:
"It's been twenty-one days. I've been reading this book for twenty-one days. Twenty-one days is enough time for a hen to hatch its chicks from its eggs, and I still can't take a break."
He suddenly kicked off the blanket and sat up in bed with a somersault: "Aunt Zheng comes to see me every day to see if I've been good and gone to Qin Garden. So, Jingzhu, we'll go out together later, and then you go to Mr. Fu's place to ask for sick leave for me. Just say... say that I ate too much lychee shaved ice yesterday because I was too cold, and I have diarrhea today, so I can't go to class. Remember to tell him not to tell Mom and Dad, because as their son, I'm afraid they'll worry."
As he spoke, he took out a wicker book box, poured all the books out onto the table, and stuffed in a plate of snacks, two plates of fruit, and a money bag full of money.
He patted Jingzhu's shoulder very seriously: "Whether I can be happy or not depends entirely on your performance!"
Caught off guard by the unexpected entrustment of such an important task by his young master, Jingzhu felt very uneasy. His intuition and past experience told him that his young master would definitely not succeed this time.
Before she could finish her advice, Wei Zhiyi pretended to get angry: "If you don't agree, I'll go tell Zhang Mazi that you asked his daughter if she wanted to marry you when she grew up! Do you believe me? Zhang Mazi will beat you to death before you even marry his daughter!"
Jingzhu choked for a moment, then immediately said decisively, "I'll go and ask Mr. Fu for leave on your behalf!"
Wei Zhiyi led Jingzhu out of the courtyard with satisfaction. Sure enough, he saw Aunt Zheng outside the courtyard. He sweetly called out "Aunt Zheng" and asked her to give his regards to his mother. He also said that he was going to Qinyuan to attend classes.
Luzheng watched him go to Qin Garden with great surprise. When she returned to her courtyard, she told her mistress about it: "Usually, as you instructed, every time I went to check with the young master to see if he had gone to Qin Garden on time, he always looked sullen. I don't know why he was so happy today?"
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