Zhao Qingyun would help Ji Xiaosi not because he felt sorry for him, nor because he wanted to do him a favor in exchange for something in return.
He simply thought that Ji Xiaosi was someone worth helping.
Being born in a family like that, with such unreliable parents, is like being stuck in a quagmire.
Ji Xiaosi did not sink into despair, but instead tried his best to climb up.
Zhao Qingyun respects those who work hard and is willing to help.
He believed that with just a little help, Ji Xiaosi would be able to escape from the quagmire and reach a higher position!
Ji Xiaosi's lips moved. He was a sensitive person and could feel the kindness emanating from Zhao Qingyun and his "respect" for himself.
Yes, respect!
Not pity.
Because of their grandparents' partiality and their parents' foolish filial piety, the third branch of the Ji family, who lived in the back street of the academy, was definitely the object of everyone's pity.
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But Ji Xiaosi doesn't want to be pitied all the time.
He knew that his neighbors pitied him out of kindness and without ill intention.
But being surrounded by such gazes all the time is also another kind of hurt for Ji Xiaosi, who is only ten years old!
Only in front of Madam Gu and Zhao Qingyun, he is not the poor Ji Xiaosi, but a hardworking and motivated young man.
Suppressing the bitterness and emotion in his heart, he silently bowed to Zhao Qingyun, then turned and left.
Zhao Qingyun also turned around and went back to the yard.
Zheng Wanjun, who was next door, heard the creaking sound of the door hinge turning and knew that Zhao Qingyun had closed the door.
She called out to Wan Niangzi, "Mother, I'm going to the street corner!"
Then he quickly walked out the door.
After a few quick steps, Zheng Wanjun caught up with Ji Xiaosi.
Ji Xiaosi heard the sound, turned his head and saw a beautiful scene that he would remember forever.
The sky was dimming, and with the afterglow of the setting sun, a fair and tight-fitting little girl walked towards him with a smile on her face on the bluestone street.
Her eyes are sparkling, like little stars in the sky.
She was so lively, so cheerful, and she exuded an aura from the inside out that made him want to get close to her but not dare.
"Ms. Zheng, Miss Zheng, you called me?"
Ji Xiaosi's speech became a little incoherent, and he tried desperately to put his hands into his sleeves.
Miss Zheng is so delicate and beautiful, just like the white porcelain dolls sold at the New Year's market.
As for myself, I was covered in ink, smelly and dirty, like a piece of mud in a quagmire.
Just standing in front of Miss Zheng, Ji Xiaosi couldn't help but feel ashamed of himself.
"Yes! Koshiro, is that a withering board in your hand?"
Zheng Wanjun asked with pretended innocence and curiosity, her childish and weak voice completely matched her physical age.
"...It's a carved plate! But I didn't steal it. The master carved it and broke it and then threw it away. I, I want to take it home to burn in the fire."
Ji Xiaosi waved his hands desperately.
Zhao Jia Dalang just said that we cannot steal it, even if we are returning it.
Therefore, Ji Xiaosi is particularly concerned about the word "steal".
In addition, he didn't want the porcelain doll-like Miss Zheng to misunderstand, so he tried his best to explain.
Zheng Wanjun: ...I don’t care whether you picked it up or stole it. I just want to use this withered plate as an excuse.
Although complaining in his heart, Zheng Wanjun continued to maintain his innocent appearance.
"Can I take a look? I have a lot of books at home, but I don't know how they are printed!"
"...Of course!"
Ji Xiaosi quickly held the broken withered plate in his hands in front of Zheng Wanjun.
"This is the withering plate! Why is it a whole piece?"
"Because the book is a whole page."
Perhaps because the distance was too close, Ji Xiaosi seemed to smell a pleasant scent.
It has the fragrance of osmanthus, which is not strong but penetrates into the heart.
Ji Xiaosi's ink-stained face turned red.
His heart was pounding even more, and he even stuttered when he spoke.
"But if one word on a whole engraving plate is engraved incorrectly, the entire engraving plate will be ruined!" Just like the one in Ji Xiaosi's hand.
Ji Xiaosi was stunned and stared at Zheng Wanjun blankly.
His brain raced, "Right! I can carve each character one by one, just like a separate seal!"
Zheng Wanjun quietly retracted his hand and hid his father's seal.
"Huh? This Ji Xiaosi is really smart! He understands everything right away!"
Zheng Wanjun looked for Ji Xiaosi only because he was a book printing apprentice in a bookstore, not because he was so outstanding.
At this moment, after a brief chat, Zheng Wanjun discovered that Ji Xiaosi had a very flexible mind.
Although Ji Xiaosi's name does not appear in the book, Zheng Wanjun feels that with Ji Xiaosi's cleverness, he may succeed if given the opportunity.
"Have I discovered a talent?"
Zheng Wanjun became excited.
In later generations, when reading novels, you will always see that the heroine can become the boss's male supporting role, the third male lead, or the fourth male lead by casually helping someone.
Zheng Wanjun complained about "Mary Sue" but was very envious in his heart.
Now she has become a member of the army of people who have traveled through books, and has also met Ji Xiaosi. Zheng Wanjun seems to have heard the sound of success.
Perhaps, she, Zheng Wanjun, can grow into the heroine even without the male lead Zhao Qingyun!
Zheng Wanjun was still lost in thought. Seeing that Zheng Wanjun didn't say anything, Ji Xiaosi felt a little uneasy.
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