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After a while, Butler Lu walked out of the door and said, "Master, let you go in."

Luo Xin said to Mr. Lu: "Thank you, Uncle Lu."

Then he pulled the eldest brother's hand, but the eldest brother pulled it a little, turned his head and looked over, and saw a hint of fear in his eyes, and he whispered:

"Brother, you can go in by yourself!"

Luo Xin knew in his heart that people in this era had a natural fear of scholars, and he and his elder brother were also countrymen, and he also had a little fear of the city people. Under these double fears, the elder brother kept his feet away. But how could Luo Xin let his elder brother stay outside alone and get frozen? Moreover, he didn't want his elder brother to stay in Shanglin Village all his life, breaking his elder brother's psychological barrier from now on. Luo Xin firmly held the elder brother's hand and walked towards the study. Luo Qing felt the strength in his younger brother's hand, and finally gritted his teeth and followed his younger brother's pace.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a letter hanging on the wall opposite, with four big words "Quiet and Far" written on it. These four words are written very elegantly, as if they can ride the wind at any time. Below is a table, and a Taishi chair is behind the table. At this time, a man in his fifties was sitting there. On one side, there was a row of bookshelf, filled with various books.

The man was dressed casually, his whole body exuded a bookish atmosphere, his eyes were like two stars, and he just stared at Luo Xin lightly, and Luo Xin felt like he was seen through.

Luo Xin is very familiar with this aura. He has seen many officials in his previous life and also seen several high-ranking officials. This aura is a kind of official power. Although the other party did not deliberately show it, it was still keenly captured by Luo Xin.

This man is the real owner of the Lu Mansion, Lu Tingfang. He once served as a fifth-rank official, but now he is unemployed at home. In theory, no matter how idle he is, he will not be interested in a child. There are more people who want to borrow books from him. No matter whether those people are really borrowing books or using the reasons for borrowing books, he never sees him and does not lend them.

But he was interested in Luo Xin because of the painting he drew for Daier. He had never seen the style of the painting before. Although it lacked artistic conception, it was a little more realistic, which made him very interested. Moreover, after his younger brother saw this painting, he was even more interested than him. He shouted that Luo Xin was a treasure and would definitely notify him next time Luo Xin came. This made Lu Tingfang have the idea of ​​seeing Luo Xin.

Just as he was thinking about what kind of child Luo Xin was, he saw two young men, one older and one younger men, walking in. One was about eleven or twelve years old, and the other was about seven or eight years old. Needless to ask, the young men, who were seven or eight years old, should have been Luo Xin. His eyes ignored Luo Qing and turned his eyes on Luo Xin.

He was dressed in coarse clothes and patches, and his face and clothes were covered with dust. He looked like he was coming from afar. But those eyes...

Those eyes...

A strange idea emerged in Lu Tingfang's mind, that eyes should not grow on the face of an eight-year-old child.

Clear, wisdom, experience...

It’s okay to say that it’s clear, but it means that this child is pure and wise... How can an eight-year-old child have eyes full of wisdom?

In particular, I have also seen experience, a kind of precipitation of experience, how is this possible?

At this time, Luo Xin had let go of his elder brother's hand, with dignified and generous steps, and his behavior was moderate, and the temperament of a scholar was undoubtedly revealed. If Lu Tingfang had not known that the child in front of him came from a farmer, he would have intuitively believed that Luo Xin was born in a scholarly family.

Luo Xin bowed to Lu Tingfang and said aloud:

"Sister Luo Xin has met Mr. Lu!"

Luo Xin did not kneel down. He and Lu Tingfang were not close to each other, and Lu Tingfang did not wear official robes, so Luo Xin did not need to kneel down. Even so, Lu Tingfang's face also showed a smile. The more he looked at him, he liked the young man in front of him, and he smiled and said:

"No need to be polite!"

"Thank you Mr. Lu." Luo Xin straightened up, Lu Tingfang looked at Luo Xin up and down, and said with a smile on his face:

"Have you entered school?"

"Well, the teacher of the Mengcun Academy was accepted as a disciple."

"Oh?" Lu Tingfang said with a clear look of amazement: "I remember the butler said you hadn't entered school when you came last time?"

"yes!"

Li Tingfang frowned slightly and said in his heart, "So, this boy is going to school after the New Year, and now he has only been planning to go to school for half a month. In only half a month, he was accepted as a disciple by the school teacher. Is this boy extremely smart?"

“What are you learning now?”

"I just started learning the Analects of Confucius. I would like to thank Uncle Lu for the volume of Analects of Confucius given to me, which has benefited a lot from the younger generation."

"The Analects of Confucius..." Lu Tingfang almost bit his tongue: "You are starting to learn the Analects of Confucius now?"

"Yes, the teacher thinks that the younger generation can start learning the Analects of Confucius."

Lu Tingfang's expression was stagnant, but he did not continue to ask. If he wanted to know someone, he would easily learn the details and did not need to get them from the person involved.

But I felt a little disdainful of Luo Xin's enlightenment teacher. An eight-year-old child just entered the school for half a month and asked him to learn the Analects of Confucius. Isn't this a joke?

I'm afraid I haven't even recognized a few words yet?

But when I think about my second brother's affairs, I'm afraid I'll have some relationship with this young man in the future, so I couldn't help asking:

"Can the hundred surnames be finished?"

"yes!"

"Come on your back."

Luo Xin knew that this was Lu Tingfang's assessment of himself. If he could satisfy him, he would allow him to borrow books. So Luo Xin became very energetic and recited the hundreds of families fluently.

Lu Tingfang's eyes showed satisfaction. He was about to ask Luo Xin to recite the Three Character Classic again, but he saw his second brother walking in quickly and followed Butler Lu behind him. At first glance, he was notified by Butler Lu.

"Brother!"

As soon as Lu Tingjiang entered the study, he first greeted his elder brother, and then turned his eyes to Luo Xin.

That gaze...

It’s like a hungry wolf seeing a little sheep! It’s like a hooligan seeing a big girl!

Luo Xin's scalp was numb when he saw him. He was a little uncomfortable for two lifetimes. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the man step forward and slapped Luo Xin on the shoulder and said:

"Youngsheng, are you the one who paints for Dai'er?"

Luo Xin looked stunned, but he nodded and said, "Yes!"

"Can you draw anything other than portraits?"

"meeting!"

At this time, Luo Xinxi's words were like gold. He felt that the person in front of him seemed to be for his paintings. But he asked if he could draw something else? This shows that he did not want to draw a portrait of him himself, but for his own use.

"This may be my chance!"

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