Chapter 13: There's still a smile in his eyes, like he's saying goodnight.

This was Lin Jian's first time to enter Shen Ke's study. He originally thought that the biggest room in the whole villa should be Shen Ke's bedroom, but he did not expect it to be here.

The décor of the study was simple to the extreme, a desk with a laptop, a chair, a single bed under the window, and no other furniture, not even a book in the whole room.

Lin Jian was a bit curious, but didn't ask too many questions, he stood in front of the desk and listened to Shen Ke ask again, "Not going to bed so late?"

Lin Jian opened his mouth, but answered in the negative, simply saying, "You're back."

Shen Ke replied with an "uh-huh" and, seeing the book he was carrying in his arms, asked, "What's that?"

Lin Jian The corners of his mouth tightened, and he hung his eyes and hesitated for a long time before slowly turning the writing over to him.

Shen Ke After seeing the striking 'Side by side' on the back cover, a smile gradually floated under his eyes, "An English book."

"Uh-huh." Lin Jian finally made a sound, and then, as if finally summoning up the courage, asked softly, "Do you ...... you read this?"

Shen Ke: "......"

The young master of the Shen family, who scored 8.5 in IELTS speaking back then and had already taken the First Class Interpreter and Translator Qualification Certificate a few years ago, didn't know what to make of his expression for a while.

After a moment of silence, he replied with a complicated look, "...... That's still readable, right?"

Unexpectedly, Lin Jian's eyes suddenly lit up, followed by the question, "Then can you teach me?"

Shen Ke raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, suddenly realizing something.

From this child's transfer to do a good job he left, less than a month, from Europe to fly to Australia, more than a dozen countries overseas market one by one, he floated in the foreign country, there is bound to be no time and opportunity to ask about his new school, for the curriculum can keep up with, the environment can adapt to these details, know nothing.

Right now he just entered the home, jet lag has not yet been reversed, let the child blocked in the study, with this English textbook begging for tutoring, can be imagined to be ...... adapted to the less than ideal.

If you put it in a normal family, perhaps this is what is often referred to as - parental failure?

Shen Ke pinched his brow and said, "Now? Maybe it can wait--"

Lin Jian shook his head quickly and interrupted, "There's a test in class tomorrow."

"......" was silent for a few seconds before Shen Ke compromised, "OK, come with me."

Before Lin Jian could ask "Where are you going?", he saw Shen Ke walk to the wall behind the desk and push the wall with his hand--- he said "Where are you going?

The next moment, Lin Jian's eyes widened in disbelief.

Originally closed wall with Shen Ke gently pushed, straight inward open - did not realize that the study is actually inside a dry place.

The inner room was many times larger than the outer room, Lin Jian held his breath and followed Shen Ke into the room, his steps too light for him.

Into the eye is a row of tall and broad mahogany bookshelves, warm color, wood fragrance mellow and elegant, a closer look, each bookshelf side is inlaid with a nameplate, marked the book on the secretary of the type of books and into the shelves time, probably to facilitate the search. Lin Jian hurriedly glanced at the heart of a simple estimate, the inner room of the book at least more than 10,000 books.

The room paved wooden floor and bookshelves of the same color, against the wall of the open space set a long case, above the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, a long scrolls spread on the desk, Lin Jian could not help but approach to measure, although I can not read the pen between the square inches of the degree of pursuit of rhyme, but also can appreciate the writing of the person who started and ended the momentum of the bones of Angren.

The flower is empty of consciousness and the moon is full of knowledge of the mind.

Lin Jian unconsciously whispered the words on the scroll and turned to ask Shen Ke, "Did you write this?"

Shen Ke turned back and just scanned it lightly, "Writing for fun."

There were no chairs in the large bookstore, but there were several lazy sofas randomly placed on the floor, and Shen Ke picked a light blue one to nestle into, casually yanking the white one beside him and patting it, "Sit here, kid."

Lin Jian hugged the book and leaned over, originally he sat down with not much force, who knows that the lazy sofa is stuffed with what seems to be foam particles or something like that, the small Lin Jian spine has not yet leaned on the solid, the back of the unexpected soft collapse, his whole person swished and sank into it.

Lin Jian was still in a daze until he was pulled out by Shen Ke's quick hands.

Shen Ke took Lin Jian by one hand and pulled a slightly harder cushion from behind him and placed it on Lin Jian's sofa, saying with a smile, "Okay, sit down."

When he let go of Lin Jian's wrist, he couldn't help but whisper, "Hurry up and eat more to grow taller."

There was a very faint hint of a smile under his eyes as he said this.

Lin Jian could only sit back in fear.

Luckily, Shen Ke didn't mean to tease him any further, Lin Jian turned the English textbook to the designated page and handed it to Shen Ke: "Tomorrow, we have to do the speaking practice, we have to memorize it.

Shen Ke asked him to read it first.

Lin Jian gave a "hmmm", still pointing his finger at the words and popping them out one by one.

The night was deep, the surroundings were quiet, and only the boy's tender, pure voice lingered in the room.

"My sister Anita is practicing tennis. She practices tennis every day after school......"

Although it was a bit better than when Lin Jian practiced on his own, he still stumbled and stuttered, but to the child's surprise, even though his pronunciation was not pure, Shen Ke's expression remained calm and serene all the way through, and there was no hint of holding back a smile.

This, for no reason at all, made Lin Jian feel much more at ease, and his voice relaxed a little.

After reading a text, Lin Jian's gaze was still tainted with a bit of anxiety, from a quiet snow doll to a quiet and helpless snow doll.

Shen Ke said, "Uh-huh," and blurted out, "It's okay." Thinking about it, I asked him, "Did you bring a pen?"

Lin Jian froze and shook his head.

Shen Ke lifted his chin at the desk over there and commanded, "Go get one."

On Shen Ke's desk was an original bamboo pencil holder, in which stood several brushes of different sizes and thicknesses, and in addition to that, there was actually a pencil mixed in.

Lin Jian brought a pen back, Shen Ke took it and casually circled a few words in his English book, Lin Jian stared at them and saw that they were the same ones he had stumbled over so badly just now.

After circling the words, Shen Ke asked, "Are there any you don't know?"

Lin Jian thought for a moment, then turned the English book back to the first page, and Shen Ke looked down and realized that there were a few circled words on almost every page.

Lin Jian explains softly, "I didn't learn any of this earlier."

"Okay, we'll catch up on what came before sometime." Shen Ke flipped the book back and told him one by one, starting with the words he had circled.

Lin Jian slightly widened his eyes, he did not expect Shen Ke's English pronunciation to sound so good, and his usual voice was not quite the same, the tone was not as low as usual, and the timbre added a bit of cold texture.

Shen Ke reads a word and Lin Jian follows.

"excellent, an adjective denoting outstanding, exceptional ......"

"Professional, denoting specialized, occupational."

Lin Jian asks, "Is professional also an adjective?"

"It is important to distinguish between situation and context, and can be used as an adjective or a noun."

Lin Jian nodded his head and whispered it to himself twice more to show that he had memorized it.

"This word appeared at the beginning of the text, practice, practicing, practicing, and here it is followed by an 's' for third person singular."

The night was quiet, and the late-night tutoring went better than expected. Lin Jian originally thought that although Shen Ke had promised to teach him, he would probably only give him a few brief pointers, and if he could give him a general idea of what he wanted to understand, Lin Jian would already be satisfied.

However, Shen Ke's attitude towards learning was so serious that it was unbelievable. Starting from the words of an English text, Shen Ke first explained the usage of the words and corrected the pronunciation, and then led him to link the words one by one, and when it came to memorization, Shen Ke asked him to translate the words into Chinese sentence by sentence, write down the meaning of the Chinese words, and then translate the meaning of the Chinese words into English from his memory when he memorized them.

Lin Jian tried it twice, and it was really half the work with half the effort.

But Shen Ke says, "It's just an emergency solution, it's not exactly a shortcut, and it's not something I'd really recommend when you're learning English."

"Why?" Lin Jian asks, "I think it works."

Shen Ke replied, "Although all language studies are similar, Chinese and English are still different, you can't learn English the same way you learn a language, especially when you wait until later when you start to learn more difficult clauses, this half-assed approach, not only won't help, but will confuse you with the concepts."

Lin Jian froze for a moment and nodded "hmm".

Shen Ke thought it was interesting to see the kid's old-fashioned look, who usually talked so little that a small frown obscured a few moments of youthfulness.

"Besides English, are there any other classes that you can't keep up with?" Shen Ke asked.

Lin Jian raised his eyes from his textbook and shook his head with great certainty, "No more."

Shen Ke raised his eyebrows slightly, unilaterally assuming the child was embarrassed, and said, "That's okay, if there's--"

"Really no more." Lin Jian's voice is not big, but it's sure and calm, "I don't learn English well because I haven't been exposed to it before, and I learned other subjects in my old school, too, and although the content is different, the basics are pretty much the same."

It was rare for him to say so much in one breath, so Shen Ke, with a smile creeping into his eyes, deliberately asked, "So?"

Lin Jian glanced at him and then quickly looked away, her expression a little embarrassed, as if she was embarrassed that she had complimented herself, but she still told the truth: "I'm doing very well in other subjects, and on the math test last week, I was the only one in the whole class who did the last extension question."

"Then you're really good." Shen Ke smiled and nodded, raising his hand to rub the top of his head, "Then today's little classroom with Mr. Shen is over, hurry back to bed."

When he finished, he lifted his arms and stretched upward, his entire body nestling back into the couch cushions in a completely relaxed stance.

Lin Jian got up from the lazy couch and was about to go out the door with his English book when he thought about it, then stopped and turned around to ask, "Are you still going?"

It was an abrupt question, and Shen Ke froze for a moment and asked him, "What?"

Lin Jian pursed the corners of her lips and said, "If there's anything I don't know how to do in the future, I can still ......"

Lin Jian seldom asked for anything like other children did when he was growing up, and now he had something to ask for, but he was afraid that he would be disturbed, so he had to make a detour before he could even say what he was asking for.

Shen Ke looked at him for two seconds, understood, and smiled, "I don't have any foreign trips scheduled in the near future, so the time and frequency of my visits home should still be somewhat guaranteed, so feel free to come back anytime you have questions."

It turned out that this month did not see, he was out of the country. Lin Jian nodded his head, half a boulder in his heart fell to the ground, hesitated for a moment, stretched out his finger and pointed to the rows and rows of bookcases at the back, and asked, "Then ...... can I come in and read books later?"

A few words later, his volume faded, as if he was prepared to be disallowed.

I didn't realize Shen Ke was just quiet for a few seconds and asked, "Like to read?"

Lin Jian lifted his head, leveled his gaze at him, and nodded heavily.

Shen Ke shows a little smile that borders on relief and says in a slow voice, "Yes." Thinking of the habits of the staff around him, he adds, "Whether I'm home or not."

Then he saw the child in front of him, his eyes curved up little by little, revealing one of the brightest and most genuine smiles since they met.

A child's smile is clear and pure, the most contagious, the days of the boat seems to have disappeared with this smile in front of the nightmare, Shen Ke spaced out pointing to the innermost shelves, said with a smile: "But the books on those shelves can not touch, are ancient books, paper brittle to touch the crumbs, I usually do not dare to mess with the turn over. "

Lin Jian nodded and said he remembered.

It was already past twelve o'clock when the two of them came out of the study, and Shen Ke stood at the second-floor foyer and watched Lin Jian go downstairs to his room.

At the bedroom door, Lin Jian suddenly thought of something and turned to wave at him.

There was still a smile in his eyes, like he was saying goodnight.