The Second Volume of Case after Case, The Granary of Heaven Chapter 4: Chess, Painting and Calligraphy also Daydream

  The days of eating and drinking were soon broken, and according to Lian's plan, they began to enter compulsory study.

  That day early in the morning, apart from the person who came to take my measurements for making clothes, two old men also came, one taught me piano and chess, the other taught me calligraphy and painting. From then on, my daily schedule was packed.

  Translated to English:

  Converting it to a 24-hour clock, I wake up at 5:00 AM to practice my breath control. This breathing exercise is the foundation of singing, dancing, and calligraphy. So every morning, you can hear me making "Hmm... Ah..." sounds for an hour, with a woman named Mei (also known as Charisma) supervising me. She will also be my future song and dance teacher.

  6:00-6:30 is breakfast time, 6:30-7:00 is dressing time.

  Seven o'clock marks the beginning of all my courses. Morning for calligraphy and painting, afternoon for piano and chess.

  It's called a zither, but it's actually a substitute name, because the zither, chess, books and paintings are always mentioned together. Lian Po Po let me choose an instrument myself, I took one look at the guqin and saw that it had many strings so I gave up, otherwise after a month I still wouldn't be able to distinguish which sound was where.

  Then Lian's aunt took out the guqin, but I thought it was painful to play because of the strings, so I eliminated all the stringed instruments. In the end, I picked up the yuxiao flute, which had only a few holes, and since I had some foundation in elementary school, I picked it up quickly. As a result, Lian's aunt teased me, saying that I was indeed born to be an actress, loving to play the flute.

  Speaking of which, I forgot that the word "blowing sheng" has a long history and deep cultural connotations.

  Two teachers are extremely strict, when practicing calligraphy, if the force is not enough, they hit; if the length and shortness are not enough, they hit; if the thickness and thinness are not enough, they hit. If the shape is not beautiful, they hit! Good grief, is this practicing calligraphy or playing some kind of game... Of course, writing wrong characters will also get you hit. Ignorant! I clearly wrote in simplified characters, okay?! Idiot!

  When painting, the brush is too dry, hit; too wet, hit. The humidity is just right but used in an unsuitable place, still hit! Too thick hit, too thin hit, color not correct still hit! Carelessly, I YY to a romantic scene again. Indeed, YY is everywhere. But if I don't YY, I think I won't be able to persist. If the two teachers were handsome guys, I think I would learn faster.

  When I played the flute, it was even more impossible. Because my fingers had been swollen for a whole morning and couldn't align with those holes accurately, so the sound went who-knows-where. Fortunately, the old man knew it was because of my finger condition, so he didn't hit me but taught me some common sense about music theory instead.

  Playing chess is the simplest part of all courses. The teacher said that you can't not play, but you can't win against guests, it's rare to win two games in order to attract guests, however if you often win, you will offend the guests, so others playing chess is for leisure, our playing chess is an art, even if you lose, you can't let the opponent notice.

  I like this. Among the four arts of qin, qi, shu and hua, chess is the only thing that interests me. When someone becomes interested in something, they learn it very quickly.

  Every night, Yueyue would apply medicine to my red and swollen hands with tears in her eyes. I didn't mind at all; people say that the fingers are connected to the heart, maybe it's just numb from the pain, I don't feel anything, it's just that they look a bit ugly, like salted pig hands.

  The days of being beaten up started just a few days ago, I learned things quickly. After 7 or 8 days, the beating basically stopped, and new courses followed. It was also learning songs and dances with Meibabu at night.

  The beautiful woman said, singing is an art. I said I know, she despised me and said you know nothing, this singing is just your way to attract customers, but what really keeps customers is the song of the bed at night, I was shocked, my eyes wide with wonder, I didn't prepare for a wild cry in bed.

  The beautiful woman also said that if you call out too loudly, it's fake; if you call out too softly, it's not enough; if you shout hoarsely, it will make the guests feel uncomfortable; if you call out weakly and gently, it will make the guests wonder if they are not good enough, thereby severely damaging their confidence and self-esteem, which is a great taboo.

  She screamed as if she had obtained the greatest satisfaction, she screamed as if pain was accompanied by extreme pleasure, she screamed professionally, this is the integrity of a professional female performer! Then, Mei Baobao screamed at me for an entire night, listening to her made my whole body hot and sweaty, almost turning into a lily.

  Regarding dancing, Meibei said that this is also a superficial skill, the main function of which is to maintain the flexibility of the body, so as to easily pose in various postures required by customers. I was shocked and amazed after hearing this. Meibei didn't brag - she showed me fifty postures in just one night, which was only one-third of what she knew. It was too awesome! I liked this course very much, it's fun to see different postures every night. This is really an extraordinary subject!

  Before sleep, I must read a book, don't get me wrong, it's not poetry

  It's not a poem, but a porn book. And then, on the second day of practicing Qi, I have to report my reading experience to beautiful auntie. My god, I'm not some naive little girl who doesn't know anything. Before, I was also someone who got married quickly, it's just that my fiancé ran away with his mistress. Now thinking about it, a big reason is that we didn't satisfy each other's physical needs every day.

  The weather is getting hotter and hotter, I've been practicing calligraphy for a long time and I'm sweating all over my head. Fortunately, Yuèyuè is fanning me.

  Long hair draped over her shoulders, just like a thick blanket covering her neck and back. A light-colored tunic with similarly light patterns on it. Thanks to Lian Po Po for not dressing me in bright red because I'm called Xi Yangyang.

  "Well, this character looks good now, let's start practicing." The old man who taught me calligraphy was surnamed Huo (Huo), and the old man who taught me chess and Go was surnamed Zhang.

  "Yes."

  The moon lays out rice paper for me again and again.

  "Girl, I've noticed that you're quite good at copying these past few days. However, when it comes to creating something on your own, you can't do it. Today, copy one piece and let me take a look."

  "Yes." I casually picked up a book "Sister-in-law Gets into the Wrong Bed", don't ask me why I have such a book, my room only has this kind of book, with pictures and text.

  The old man was also calm and composed, obviously having been through many battles. Turning the page, it just so happened to be a spring palace picture, and Moon's face instantly turned red. I calmly and composedly began to copy, putting the rice paper on the book when it wasn't right, re-outlining, feeling the texture of the brush. For someone like me who was just starting out, the old man didn't object to my doing so.

  With great difficulty, she finally finished copying the painting. The old man looked at it and nodded: "Well, girl, you've learned this much in just ten days, it's not easy. When I first taught you, I found that your calligraphy was poor, but your painting had shape, did you learn it when you were a child?"

  "Yes, I learned some when I was young, but forgot them as I grew up."

  "A young child can be taught, but it's a pity they've fallen into a place of debauchery."

  Just then, Old Zhang, who taught me chess and zither, arrived. Seeing Old He, he pulled him along: "Come on, come on, let's go see the excitement."

  "What's going on?"

  "Today, the Empress Dowager ordered a search of Secretary Jia's home. That Secretary Jia's family has quite a lot of valuables. Let's go take a look. Ah, yes, girl, come along and take a look too, don't always stay cooped up in the house." She also called me to go with them.

  Another pang of pain in my heart, the house is being demolished. I'm afraid to look at it, fearing that my heart can't take it, but not looking makes me feel anxious too. In the end, I'll bring Yueyue along to watch the commotion together.

  What a hassle! Such a troublesome task, it must be Xuan Yuan Yi Fei who specifically arranged for me to do it. He knows I'm the most greedy person.

  "The Baifang Palace" entrance is a must-pass route for officials and soldiers, and the girls also flocked to the entrance. Since I was still under surveillance, I couldn't go out, so I could only lean on the railing of the second floor and look down.

  In the distance, a copper gong cleared the way, and then I saw Feng Qingxue riding on a tall horse with an elegant and majestic demeanor. This was the first time I had admired this national protector from a bystander's perspective.

  That calm and composure is something I don't have, just by changing her soul, a huge change occurred from the inside out. She majestically rode on a tall horse, but in her eyes, there was a hint of melancholy that tugged at my heartstrings. That melancholy transformed her back into that elegant and refined wind with wings that couldn't unfold.

  Will she miss me? No, when she is refined and elegant, those little things that she could tolerate before, she will no longer tolerate them because she is refined and elegant. Once she finds out about me, she will only imprison me or even silence me. A wave of sorrow makes me feel lost, we used to be friends, but now, perhaps we are enemies.

  Not unexpectedly, behind Feng Qingya was Chu Yi. This man, I had almost no impression of him, he was always in a hurry, the person he served was Empress Wind Snow. A man, why would he be so devoted to another woman, even willing to marry Feng Qingya as his wife? There was only one possibility, that he deeply loved that woman.

  Since ancient times, infatuation has been the most boring. If Xuan Mingyu uses elegant and refined emotions to manipulate Feng Qingya, then isn't Feng Xueyin also using Chu Yue's emotions? Suddenly realizing that after being reborn again, some things are actually seen more clearly.

  By Chu Yi's side, however, was a man who looked extremely similar to Chun Yu Shan Shan. I noticed him because he too was looking at me. But from his body, I didn't find the same liveliness and playfulness as Shan Shan, but rather seriousness and stiffness. And in those fox-like eyes that were just like Shan Shan's, there wasn't any mischief, but rather coldness, and now as he looked at me, there was also a hint of suspicion.

  Alas... He let out a sigh in his heart, he was never Xanxan after all. Xanxan succeeded where I failed, making me remember him and still ache for him even if I were to be reborn again. It turns out that what can't be obtained is truly the best after all.