听到他开口跟她说话，陆含宜立马就跟得了赦一样，她左看右看，看着李守业带回来的东西，“守业，这些又是你舅舅给你的？”                                                                                她伸出手要去翻陆宽给的书籍和陆令筠送的笔砚盒子，李守业连忙一躲。                                                                                “你这是作甚，娘就是看看你带回来的都是什么！”                                                                                “这些全是书还有笔和砚，你要看什么！”李守业瞪着她道。                                                                                陆含宜脸色一顿，她委顿着，“行行行，娘不翻你东西了，娘只盼着你好。”                                                                                李守业听她这么说，心又软了一些，“这些都是舅舅给我弄来的押题，是王先生给的。”                                                                                “是那个王先生给的呀？”                                                                                “对呀，本来我可以拜他为师的。”李守业失落着。                                                                                陆含宜一听到这里，“守业，你不用这么想，没收你做徒弟是他没福气！我儿子文曲星下凡，天赋异禀，他那个眼瞎的错过了你，往后有的他后悔的！”                                                                                “你只管好好考，考中个状元，叫那个姓王的就得在家捶胸顿足，后悔不己！到时候就是过来求着你做他徒弟，咱们也不去！”                                                                                李守业：“”                                                                                他一把推开他娘，快步进去，砰的一声又把房门给摔上。                                                                                “守业！守业！”                                                                                陆含宜看着她把房门重新紧闭起来的儿子，她急急捶了两下过后，生气的在屋外咒骂，“我这好好的儿