Misty Rain of the Old Times

Chapter 60 Read More

After Geng Hong and the others left, only Chen Xuan and the other two were left in the room.

Gao Jingming was like a frost-bitten eggplant next to Mr. Yushan, extremely well-behaved. Occasionally he would glance at Mr. Yushan cautiously, with a look of fear and gratitude on his face. He was no longer as lively as before. No one knew what Mr. Yushan had communicated with him before, or whether he had been scolded or punished.

Chen Xuan would not mindlessly inquire about the matters between the master and the disciple. Now that there were only three of them left, Mr. Yushan turned his gaze to Chen Xuan.

Facing his warm gaze, Chen Xuan felt a little uncomfortable for some reason. It was not because he felt pressured, but because he was unfamiliar with him and found it difficult to adapt.

After a slight hesitation, seeing his empty hands, Chen Xuan consciously went to the side, took the thermos and poured two cups of boiling water.

While Xiao Cai and the others were busy running around, they had already gone to the water room to fetch some boiled water. It was just a good opportunity for him to do something good. From now on, he would have to fetch the water needed for daily life. He couldn't let Chen Xuan, the young master, do it.

Chen Xuan brought two cups of boiling water on a wooden tray and said, "Sir, please drink some water. Young Master, please drink some water."

After he broke the silence, Gao Jingming seemed to be relieved. He looked at Mr. Yushan's face and was in no mood to drink water. Besides, he couldn't drink boiled water. So he shook his head and said, "I'm not thirsty. Ah Xuan, put it aside."

Mr. Yushan reached out and picked up a cup, put it to his lips and blew twice, then took a sip.

Chen Xuan didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to feel that after Mr. Yushan blew twice, the boiling water in his hand was not so hot anymore.

After taking a sip of water, Mr. Yushan put the teacup aside, looked at Chen Xuan and said with a smile: "Thank you very much. When you have time, come to my place to get some tea leaves. Usually, when you and Ming'er are not studying, drinking a cup of tea will help you relieve fatigue and refresh your mind."

"I don't deserve a word of thanks, sir. This is all what I should do," Chen Xuan said quickly, thinking that Gao Jingming really treated him as a family member.

"Remember to come to my place and get some tea when you have time. Just ask and you'll know where I live," Mr. Yushan said with a smile. He then looked at Chen Xuan and said gently, "Listen to Ming'er, is your name Chen Xuan?"

"Yes, sir, I am honored to be able to study with you, young master, thanks to your madam's kindness."

Nodding, Mr. Yushan said: "Not bad"

Unable to understand what he meant by "not bad", Chen Xuan saw him rummaging in his sleeves, pulling out a small wooden box and handing it over to him, encouraging him: "Please take care of me tomorrow. This pen is a gift to you since we first met. Study hard and don't waste your precious time."

Can you accept gifts here? Obviously, you came prepared.

Surprised, Chen Xuan didn't answer the call, but looked at Gao Jingming beside him.

Before Gao Jingming could say anything, Mr. Yushan laughed and said, "Why are you looking at him? Just give it to you. The relationship between him and me is like that between father and son. You are also half of my junior. You must know that the gift from the elder cannot be refused. Don't let me down."

"Since it's a gift from Master, just take it, Xuan. Master has a lot of good things," Gao Jingming also said at this time.

In this case, Chen Xuan took it with both hands and said, "Thank you, sir, thank you, young master."

Seeing this, Mr. Yushan nodded in satisfaction, then suddenly smiled at Chen Xuan and said, "I'll call you Ah Xuan too. Seeing that you are precocious, I think you can distinguish the important from the unimportant. Just understand what happened before, and don't tell anyone. Although it's not a big deal, it will still be troublesome if it is used by someone with ulterior motives."

"Huh?" Chen Xuan was stunned. Was he pointing at me? The question was, how did he know I knew about what happened before? Where did he reveal the flaw?
Seeing his reaction, Mr. Yushan just smiled dumbly and said directly, "Yes, it's about Ming'er secretly bringing something out of the house." At this point, he paused and pointed to his eyes and said, "I can see that you still have some confidence and rarely make mistakes. You, you're still a little bit behind."

"Want to know how I figured that out? Haha, read more and study hard. There's a saying that goes, 'A well-read mind is naturally elegant, and a discerning eye can see through people's hearts.' Books can teach people a lot, and if you can grasp even a little of the wisdom contained in them, you'll benefit endlessly."

Facing Mr. Yushan's gentle smile at this moment, Chen Xuan always felt that he was like a transparent person in his eyes, but he felt relaxed instead. He was worthy of being Mr. Yushan. With just a few words, he could make people let down their guard and get closer to each other.

He has figured out the way to deal with people. First, he gave a greeting gift, then pointed out the things that everyone wanted to cover up, and finally did not forget to preach, progressing step by step. It was amazing.

But Chen Xuan had to admit that Mr. Yushan was undoubtedly a good teacher. Even when he was talking about serious matters, he did not forget to give instructions in person and explained the importance of reading from a practical perspective.

At this point, if nothing had happened to Mr. Yushan, he really believed that the other party might have won three prizes in a row!

Anyway, Chen Xuan didn't answer, and still had a confused expression as if he didn't know what I was talking about, sir.

Mr. Yushan stopped talking, as if he had understood Chen Xuan's mentality of not spreading the news. He picked up the water cup and took a sip, saying, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. I have classes tomorrow, so don't play around too much."

He put down his teacup, nodded, and turned his wheelchair around.

Gao Jingming quickly followed and said, "Master, I'll take you there."

"No, I know that you are not thinking about me. Go ahead. I am not at the point where I cannot move. You should not be too naughty." He shook his head and smiled, rejecting Gao Jingming's kindness.

Gao Jingming stopped only after sending him out. After he left, he went back to the house with a gloomy face and sighed, as if he had survived a disaster. It was probably about the time.

There were only two of them left. Chen Xuan hesitated and asked curiously, "Master, what happened after you were taken away by the master?"

Hearing this, Gao Jingming seemed extremely alert. He relaxed again when he saw Chen Xuan. He shook his head and said, "Don't tell me, don't tell me. Master has warned me not to reveal a single word. Ah Xuan, it's not that I don't trust you. Master has repeatedly warned me not to tell anyone except my mother."

"I'm sorry, young master. I didn't know the seriousness of the matter," Chen Xuan quickly said, and he didn't intend to ask any more questions about the matter.

He waved his hand and said, "It's okay. If it weren't for Master's repeated warnings, there's nothing I can't tell you. Anyway, it's all in the past."

Tsk, this guy is so tight-lipped. I wonder how Mr. Yushan disciplined him before.

But Gao Jingming soon recovered and put the previous things behind him. He ran to rummage through the boxes and found a well-made sepak takraw ball. He bounced it skillfully without dropping it. He walked to the door and said, "A Xuan, let's go find Linzi and the others to play Cuju. Come on, let's play together."

"Master, I don't know how to play, so I'll just go watch from the side and cheer you on," Chen Xuan followed and closed and locked the door, thinking to himself, did you see that, this seven or eight-year-old kid's juggling skills are already so amazing.

Gao Jingming was in a playful mood, but he didn't care. He said, "You don't know how to play? Well, you're too young. Just watch from the side so I don't knock you over. You can learn slowly in the future. We can play together. And the word 'refueling' is interesting. Does refueling the oil lamp make it brighter? Yes, that's quite appropriate. Look, if I don't refuel, I'll blind their eyes..."

(End of this chapter)