Chu Yao was pleased. He gently stroked Lin Feng's hair.
His face beaming with relief, he said, "Good, good, good. What a good child."
Something seemed to cross his mind, and the corners of his eyes turned faintly red.
Once a teacher, a father for life.
For scholars of this era, taking on a student was an extremely serious matter. Chu Yao had agreed to accept Lin Feng as his female student not solely because of Shen Tang or the title of "the first remarkable woman to obtain a Literary Heart." To some degree, it was also because she reminded him of someone.
Lin Feng was still young, barely eight. If nothing had happened to Chu Yao back then, he would have started a family and had children of his own by now. He didn't know whether he would ever marry. If he didn't, Lin Feng would be half a daughter to him, the one to inherit his teachings.
"Teacher!"
Lin Feng's eyes quietly reddened too.
Compared with Mister Qi, whom she had spent less time with, Mr. Chu was kinder and more approachable, with a benevolent, kindly face that reminded her of her grandfather at home. If she hadn't still had her wits about her, "Grandpa" would have slipped right out.
"Keep quiet about your Literary Qi for now. Don't reveal it in front of anyone." Chu Yao's emotions came and went quickly. His reason soon prevailed, and he carefully reminded Lin Feng of the precautions she needed to take.
Lin Feng committed every instruction to memory.
"Mm. This student will remember."
Chu Yao said, "To be safe, dress as a boy from now on."
"But Wuhui, there's no way anyone would think little Lin Feng looks like a boy..." Shen Tang frantically hinted from the side. "Is she