The Pearl Diver and the Princess6

Qinghe! There you are. Tianmiao smiled and beckoned to Li Qinghe. At this moment, Tianmiao looks like she is about ten years old, wearing coarse cloth clothes and piercing her head, and she looks like an ordinary peasant girl. It's just that the extravagance of the whole body is very abrupt, but where can the young Li Qinghe see this. Just if she was an ordinary fisherman's daughter.

Li Qinghe grinned, nodded vigorously, rushed forward, and hugged Tianmiao.

"Come on, after eating today, we will learn to draw, and then practice calligraphy for a while, and we will also learn the piano." Tian Miao snapped his fingers and said, "We have to hurry." ”

Li Qinghe pouted and looked at Tianmiao accusatory. She wants to learn those things, but she also wants to play with Tianmiao, and she has no time to play after learning so much.

"Then, the time for practicing calligraphy will be cut in half, and we will use this time to make kites." Tianmiao looked at Li Qinghe's stunned appearance, and finally gave in.

Li Qinghe clapped his hands happily and nodded.

Li Qinghe has been studying here for two years. When he was six years old, Li Qinghe met Tianmiao, who was barefoot and collecting shells on the beach.

She had never seen such a good-looking child, with snow-white skin, dark hair, white teeth, and two small dimples when she smiled. When Tianmiao greeted her, she was still a little scared, afraid that the other party would not want to play with her after knowing that she was a mute.

As a result, Tianmiao gave her the shell in his hand and invited her to play with her. Li Qinghe happily dived that day and caught a baby turtle and gave it to Tianmiao. Now this little turtle has grown into a big sea turtle, she and Tianmiao have released it, but this guy is unwilling to go, and has been eating, sleeping and eating here. Occasionally crawling around in the yard.

Then Tianmiao made an appointment with her, and came to her when she was free, and she taught Qinghe to read and write.

Literate? Her father also knew how to read, but sometimes his words seemed to lack strokes. But Dad couldn't draw or play the piano. When Li Qinghe first came into contact with the piano, his eyes widened in shock. It's such a strange thing that makes such a nice sound.

When Tian Miao asked her if she wanted to study, she nodded again and again.

"I'm your master, that is, your teacher, understand? You're my student, you have to respect the teacher, you know? Tian Miao said with a straight face.

Li Qinghe nodded.

Pedant! Teacher! Of course she does. The masters are very powerful people, they know everything, they can teach those children to read and write, memorize ancient poems, and those boys can also take the imperial examination and become officials in the future!

The people in the village can respect the master when they talk about it.

Tianmiao taught her so many things, that is, her master, and she would respect her master very much.

However, Tianmiao is her master and her good friend.

Because every time Tianmiao teaches her something, she will play with her.

She likes Tianmiao, she loves it!

After learning what should be learned, I made a kite with Tianmiao. Li Qinghe was about to go back, and she reluctantly said goodbye to Tianmiao.

After returning home, Li Anqing had already arrived home and brought back two strings of sugar gourds for her.

Li Qinghe sat under the window, eating sugar gourds and looking outside, thinking that there was still a string of sugar gourds to bring to Tianmiao tomorrow.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and after a while it rained heavily.

"Linglan, when I went to the town today, I heard that there was a new doctor with good medical skills. Let's take Qinghe to see it tomorrow. Li Anqing said.

Wang Linglan paused, turned her head to look at Li Qinghe who was sitting by the window. Regarding Qinghe's inability to speak, her husband has never given up. I found a lot of doctors and spent a lot of money, but there was still no improvement. As soon as she thought of this, Wang Linglan's heart was full of bitterness.

(End of chapter)