I just wrote a love poem, how did that make me so powerful?

Xiao Mingyuan was stunned for a moment: "Huh? What's that?"

"You can't remember those dry, abstract principles, but you remember things that are visual... actions, images, emotions, and so on, very quickly."

Xu Qing pointed to the finger that had just tapped on the windowsill.

"That move you just did, I didn't teach you, did I? You added it yourself."

Xiao Mingyuan looked down at his hands and scratched the back of his head: "I... I don't know either. I just felt that when I read that sentence, my hand wanted to move, it was just a matter of instinct."

"That's right." Xu Qing smiled. "This isn't about rote memorization. You have your own method; it's just that no one helped you find it before."

"Really...really? You're not kidding me, are you?" Xiao Mingyuan was stunned.

Xu Qing said solemnly, "In this world, everyone has their own special talents, but some people may not be able to discover them even after a lifetime of hard work."

Xiao Mingyuan was stunned for a moment, then grinned, a silly grin, but his eyes were very bright.

"I knew it! My dad always called me a good-for-nothing. See, he just never discovered my talent."

Xu Qing: "Yeah, it's his fault."

Xiao Mingyuan stroked his double chin: "Yes, it's all his fault! The old man never discovered my talent before, and he still criticized me, hahaha!"

Xu Qing laughed along, "So, are you confident you can do well now?"

Xiao Mingyuan patted his ample chest: "Got it, all of it! Come on, let's practice. Today, let's practice these until we're completely fluent!"

"It's second nature..."

"Ah, yes, yes, I know it by heart!"

Following Xu Qing's advice, Xiao Mingyuan first practiced reciting poems to gain confidence in his ability to memorize them.

His efficiency in memorizing by combining actions was indeed very high, and after repeated practice, he has mastered them all.

"Xu Qing, you're amazing! You're so awesome! I've memorized all of that perfectly."

"Heh, it's just that you're naturally talented..."

"No, it's because you taught me well, haha..."

As the two were talking, Xiao Liu's voice came from outside the door.

"Young master, the master requests your presence."

"Okay, got it." Xiao Mingyuan replied, turning to look at Xu Qing.

"Am I...is it okay now?"

Xu Qingchong nodded to him: "Of course, go ahead. Your dad might want to ask you something, just answer as you practiced today. Remember... you have to act until you believe it yourself before others will believe it."

"Okay, understood!"

Xiao Mingyuan took a deep breath, patted his chubby face to encourage himself, and then pushed open the door and went out.

Xu Qing sat in the study, listening to his footsteps gradually fade away, and picked up the book "A Compilation of County Examination Questions" on the table.

He turned to the first page, the ink still wet. He had just taken the opportunity while Xiao Mingyuan was reciting to make an outline for a policy essay.

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In the front hall, Xiao Wanjin stood with his hands behind his back, facing away from the door.

His shadow stretched long, reflected on the screen behind him.

Hearing footsteps, he didn't turn around, but said in a deep voice, "Recite your 'Pipa Xing' for me again."

Xiao Mingyuan originally wanted to proceed directly with the rehearsal...

He walked to the window, stood with his hands behind his back, gazed blankly, and began to recite with great emotion.

But he suddenly changed his mind.

He recalled what Xu Qing had said: "If you overact, it becomes fake."

So he casually picked up a piece of fruit from the table, sat down in a chair with a nonchalant air, crossed his legs, took a bite of the fruit, and chewed it with a smacking sound.

Then, he mumbled, "I thought it was something important. What are you listening to? Can you even understand me?"

Xiao Wanjin turned around and glared at him: "You little brat, there's no poetry at all. What trick are you playing? Are you trying to fool your father?"

Xiao Mingyuan munched on some fruit, smacking his lips, without even lifting his eyelids: "So what if I lied to you? It's not like I've lied to you once, twice, or three times."

"You..." Xiao Wanjin was so angry his mustache stood on end. "You little brat! You used to at least pretend, but now you've completely given up, haven't you!"

He glanced around, grabbed a feather duster from the corner of the wall, and rushed over.

Xiao Mingyuan's bulky body sprang up from the chair with a "whoosh," displaying an agility that was extremely disproportionate to his physique.

Like a fat cat being chased by a dog, it darted to the window in three quick steps.

Xiao Wanjin took two steps after him, then raised the feather duster to strike.

Just then, Xiao Mingyuan suddenly stopped.

He placed the fruit on the table, put his hands behind his back, tilted his head slightly back, his gaze unfocused, and spoke in a low, calm voice...

"At night, seeing off a guest by the Hengyang River, maple leaves and reeds rustle in the autumn breeze. The host dismounts, the guest remains on the boat, raising a cup to drink, but there is no music..."

Xiao Wanjin was stunned, his hand holding the feather duster frozen in mid-air.

Xiao Mingyuan didn't look at him and continued reciting.

His voice was unhurried, pausing occasionally at crucial points, his gaze drifting slightly into the distance, as if reliving the scene.

The repetitive training throughout the day allowed him to remain calm and composed, forming muscle memory so that he would never stumble or fall.

He can now recite those poems off the top of his head.

When he recited the lines "The large strings clang like a sudden rain, the small strings whisper like a private conversation," his fingers unconsciously tapped lightly twice on the windowsill, as if he were plucking the strings.

When he recited the line "We are all fellow sufferers in this world, why should we need to have known each other before?", he turned his head slightly, his eyes filled with a sense of melancholy that did not belong to someone his age and status.

After reciting the entire "Pipa Ballad," the room was quiet for a long time.

The feather duster in Xiao Wanjin's hand had fallen to the ground at some point.

His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were fixed on Xiao Mingyuan.

For a moment, it felt like looking at a complete stranger.

After reciting the poem, Xiao Mingyuan slowly stopped, turned around, and faced his father's shocked and speechless face.

He was overjoyed inside, but remained calm on the surface.

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"Dad, I've asked and tried. Go to sleep early, I'm tired from studying every day. See you later."

After saying that, he hummed a little tune and sauntered out of the front hall with measured steps.

Xiao Wanjin stood there, stunned, for a long time without moving.

"Master...Master, the young master has already gone far away."

Xiao Liu called out several times before Xiao Wanjin finally responded.

He slowly bent down, picked up the feather duster from the ground, looked at it, put it down again, and turned to Xiao Liu beside him, saying, "Liu Zi."

"This old servant is here."

"Quick, slap me."

"Huh?" Xiao Liu was taken aback. "Master, this..."

"Hurry up, aren't you going to listen to me?"

Xiao Liu reluctantly raised his hand and gently patted Xiao Wanjin's face.

Xiao Wanjin glared at him: "Didn't you eat? Go for it! I told you to hit me, so hit me! What are you afraid of!"

Xiao Liu had no choice but to grit his teeth and swing his arm in full force...

Snapped!

A slap landed squarely on Xiao Wanjin's face.

It feels like there's a bit of personal resentment in it.

Xiao Wanjin winced and gasped, touching the reddened area where he had been slapped. He nodded, "Ugh...it hurts. It's not a dream."

Seeing this, Xiao Liu breathed a sigh of relief and muttered under his breath, "You scared me. I thought Master had lost his mind. Thank goodness..."

Xiao Wanjin frowned. "What are you muttering about?"

Xiao Liu quickly waved his hand: "No...it's nothing..."

Xiao Wanjin then sat down in the chair, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest, and he frowned and thought for a long time.

"That's strange. This kid is very skilled, not missing a single word, and his movements are quite professional..."

Xiao Liu tentatively asked, "Master, perhaps the young master has truly come to his senses?"

Xiao Wanjin frowned: "No... something's not right..."