The night is still very long.

The lights in the Mo Family Ancestral Hall were very bright, and the boy's face looked very white against the lights.

There was still a little sweat on my forehead, which hurt.

The sweat oozing from behind was soaked with the swollen marks hit by the ruler, which was so painful that it was unbearable.

But he not only had to endure, but also had to kneel in front of the tablet of the Mo family's ancestors to reflect. What he knelt was not flat ground or soft cushions, but a square inch of land paved with pebbles - just enough to accommodate a piece of land that kneels on both knees.

This is a way of reflection tailored for him, which can magnify people's pain countless times, and other people in the Mohist school do not have this honor.

The place where you kneel, there is a long plan in front of you, with high-quality pen, ink, paper and inkstone, all of which are available.

Mo Hua is fourteen years old this year, and he is the same age as the Mo family. No, among the young children of the Mo family, he is excellent enough.

Smart, forbearing, humble, kind, both civil and military.

In the eyes of outsiders, the second young master of the Mo family is a noble young man with a bright and bright moon. He is elegant and gentle, gentle and humble, and has a modest approach, and never puts on airs. The noble background between his eyebrows and eyes is no less than that of the noble young man of aristocratic family that has been passed down for a hundred years. It is so perfect that many masters feel sorry for their sons every time they see their sons.

However, this is just the second young master of the Mo family in the eyes of outsiders.

No one knows Mo Hua, who is glorious in front of others, but he wants to be... he wants to be the one who has never come to this world.

In his opinion, his life like this cannot be described as misfortune - it is simply a kind of inability to see hope. Retreat is a cliff, and there is a thick dark haze in front of him, and I don’t know where the end is.

You can't advance or retreat, you can only endure it silently.

If you don’t want to endure, you have to endure it.

If you can't bear it, you still have to bear it.

He was so enduring in his fourteen years of life. When he was young, he was ignorant and would cry and make trouble when he was beaten and punished. However, crying was only exchanged for more ruthless beating and kneeling for longer.

As time goes by, gradually, he realized that tears don’t work, and weakness will only bring about more ruthless treatment.

So he stopped crying because no one would feel distressed.

Grind, lay paper, take pen, and dip ink.

Copy the right hand and write the small calligraphy of flowers in her hair.

I forgot to say that Mo Hua is a left-handed.

Many people say that left-handed people are smarter than ordinary people. Although they don’t know the truth or the false, Mo Hua is indeed a surprisingly smart boy.

When he was a child, his extraordinary intelligence made the Master praise him more than once. His classmates all took him as an example. At that time, the children were simple and had no intrigues. They only envy and were not jealous of his excellence.

Because he is so outstanding that he is not proficient in chanting poems and essays.

You can remember the reading without forgetting it. You can learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting with a little help, but it is better than many people who spend a lot of money to teach their masters.

But even so, he only studied in a private school for half a year.

Of course, excluding all the biased lessons that are just for cultivating the charm, Mo Hua is best at reading and planning.

Originally from the Mo family, he was the second young man in his direct line, so he naturally should learn to do business, plan for accounting, and check accounts.

Mo Hua started to get in touch with the business world at the age of ten and dealt with the old foxes in the shopping mall, but never lost.
Chapter completed!