Don't worry, mother, the child must remember it." The uncle quickly replied respectfully. Seeing that his grandmother suddenly turned from a kind-hearted old woman to a strict mother, I secretly felt sorry for her. Jiang is so hot.

I accompanied my grandmother for a while, and after my mother and aunt helped her move around the house, I saw my uncle wink at me, and knew that my uncle had something to come to me, so I dismissed him from the room.

After a while, my uncle also quit the door and waved to me who was waiting not far away, and walked towards my uncle's study.

"I haven't been able to do anything about my studies these days, right?" I sat down in my uncle's study. After the servant made tea and left, my uncle asked, stroking his beard and martyrdom.

"No, these days, Wuji has been practicing calligraphy for one hour every day, and studying for about one hour." I sat opposite my uncle and replied respectfully.

My uncle nodded. "It's so good. Although you have successful calligraphy, you must also strive for excellence and must not slack off. As for the Four Books and Five Classics, you cannot be depressed. In normal times, don't be involved in too many common things."

"Wuji knows, please don't worry, uncle." This young master pretended to be kind and kind, and agreed without any worries. After all, my uncle is for my own good. As for what I do, it is my own business. As long as I don't delay the serious business, I believe my uncle will also pay attention to my painstaking efforts.

"Well, today I have time, so I will take your studies." My uncle continued to have a serious expression.

"Ah?" Hearing this, I couldn't help but be stunned. I stared at my old uncle with a serious face, and a huge wave of Taotian was stirred up in my heart. Buddha who sells cakes, what is my uncle trying to do? Is he trying to teach me the knowledge... The question is whether he is preparing to teach me English or mathematics, or physics or chemistry?

"What kind of expression do you have? You have lived in my husband's mansion. Your studies have been taught by me." My uncle was startled by my expression, and he suddenly bulged his eyes and said angrily.

Before I could tell, my uncle started to come up with the question after coughing twice. The question was one of the five classics that ancient scholars most admired by scholars in ancient times.

When I heard the words "Book of Changes", my young master suddenly looked scared, but his uncle closed his eyes and lowered his eyebrows, shook his head and continued: "Gao Jiu: Qianxiao, sell it above. Little animal: Heng. Miyun does not rain, and I am in the western suburbs... How can I explain this?"

Damn, in the 21st century, "The Book of Changes" was regarded as a holy book by the charlatans. Not to mention that I have never read the Book of Changes, even if I have read it, I will use it as a fortune telling book. Isn't my uncle's life? At this moment, I am very talented, extremely talented, and possessing the essence of ideological and cultural condensed for more than a thousand years in this era. I was completely confused in the wind...

"Hmm? Why don't you solve it quickly?" My uncle saw my dull expression and couldn't help but groan, with a hint of color.

"This, um, uncle wait a moment, that means, this is the ninth hexagram in Zhouyi, Qian is lower than Xun, Qian represents yang, and below Yang, and of course there is yin on it. This little beast should refer to a little beast, uh, it is a little animal..." Seeing my uncle's expression, I could only explain tremblingly.

It would be fine if I didn't explain it. In this explanation, my uncle's eyes suddenly became bigger than cow's eyes, and his mouth was grinning, and he was about to catch up with the hippo to be treated. His throat clattered and he raised his hand to point at me, not knowing what he was trembling.

"Nonsense!" In the end, my uncle broke out! His hair and beard were wide open, his thick eyebrows were full of anger, his roar was like thunder, and he slapped the table with a big slap. He was so scared that he moved one third of his butt. He didn't care, so he should confess his guilt honestly, and at least he could lose half of his surrender. "Uncle, don't be upset first, it's not too late to get angry after listening to Wuji's explanation."

"You! You guy, are you here to bury me on purpose today?" My uncle is worthy of being a gentleman. Although he is very angry and glaring at the beard, he can at least remain rational. He sat down with hatred and pointed at me like a sword. "If you can't give me a reasonable explanation, you will kneel here tonight and think about your mistakes."

"...Uncle, uncle, actually, Wuji wanted to tell you very early..." In order to avoid the bad luck of kneeling in the study tonight, I decided to fight. The voice was filled with a faint choking, a painful expression and sadness, and a heavy and sad look, as if with an extremely contradictory mood, full of boundless depression and indescribable feelings. If a camera now expresses my vivid emotions, it is definitely no less than the masterpiece in the hand of the great sculptor August Rodin: the thinker.

It seems that my husband's body and expressions and words were full of strong infectiousness that moved his uncle. At least when he saw that the face of me, a boy who was under sixteen, showed such shocking sadness and contradictions, his uncle calmed down.

Taking a deep breath, my uncle's expression turned: "Wuji, is there really something wrong with you, which makes you today..."

"That's right!" Hearing this, I nodded slowly and heavily, imagining that I was a patient with spinal strain, and each action was disassembled into three to four nodes. "I believe you know that Wuji had a serious illness a few days ago and almost lost his life."

"Would you leave some disease behind? Wuji, tell me quickly." It seems that my uncle is still very concerned about my nephew. When he heard what I said, he couldn't help but be anxious. He didn't care about the elder's dignity, walked up to me and squatted, with a look of worry and anxiety.

"Uncle, you should know that Wuji suffered from amnesia due to illness." Uh, this sentence has a grammatical problem, but don't worry, the key point is on the word amnesia.

"Did you forget all the things you learned in the past?!" When my uncle heard this, his face changed drastically and he exclaimed. His big hand grabbed my thin arm tightly. My mother, the force was so strong that I almost cried out. It seems that my uncle is not a simple literary talent. In this era, civil and military can be regarded as inseparable from family. Like my uncle's grandfather is a military general, and my deceased grandfather is also a master of both civil and military. It seems that although my uncle usually wears makeup, he still has the courage of a military man in his bones.

He nodded sadly and painfully (well, it was really painful), and his voice deliberately seemed a little hoarse and sad. "Wuji didn't expect that in addition to forgetting a lot of previous events, he even forgot all the things Wuji learned throughout his life. It's really. Wuji's illness has made you too worried, uncle, why should Wuji be so embarrassed to make his uncle worry about me again?"

My uncle finally let go of his powerful hand and patted me comfortably on my shoulder. He felt a little regretful and comforted. "Good child, no wonder you even have a different style of calligraphy and writing than in the past. It seems that I am too careless. Alas... I almost blamed you for your mistake."

"Uncle, it was Wuji's fault. Wuji didn't expect that such a thing would happen. Not to mention the "Book of Changes", I almost forgot all the Five Classics. Alas..." My secret joyful expression continued to exude a deep sadness. I secretly cheered for finding a wonderful reason. In this way, I found an explanation for not understanding the classical Chinese.

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Chapter completed!