Canghai wrapped his sleeve in his left hand, stretched out his right arm slightly, and licked the pen on the inkstone.

The little guy was excited, and hurriedly called: "Childe." ”

Canghai didn't look up, and said in a low and clear voice: "Found it?"

“...... Uh-huh. The little guy couldn't come back to his senses, "That, the master is ......"

Canghai said: "Have you ever studied?"

"Huh......? I can read two words, but I can't manage the accounts, and I can't do learning. The little guy clutched the corners of his clothes with both hands.

Canghai wrote two words, and then said slowly: "Stand closer." ”

The little guy blushed for some reason. Two steps forward. Seeing that Canghai didn't speak, he took a few steps forward and stood behind the case. Just stared at him, and didn't even dare to take a breath.

Canghai said: "Then have you heard of Zhuge Wuhou in the Three Kingdoms?"

“...... Yes, yes," said the little man, squeezing his eyes, "I used to hear that I admired him!, but I hadn't heard of him for a long time since I arrived at the villa. ”

Canghai said: "Do you worship Wuhou, or do you worship that storyteller?"

"Dang, of course it's Wuhou!" the little guy waited and smiled. "Childe, you're funny. Busy and stopped, seeing that he didn't seem to be angry, and happy. "What's that, Childe, aren't you looking for our master, he's ......"

"Nope. I don't want to look for it now. ”

“...... Huh? What about you......"

"I'm sorry, I'm tired of you. ”

"Ah no! absolutely not!" the little guy waved his hand, "For you, I don't even say a word about going up the knife mountain and going down to the sea of fire!"

Canghai finally looked up at him and pursed his lips and smiled. The little guys are stupid. Canghai pinched the pen and said with a smile: "Do you know Hengchuan?"

The little guy was stunned for a moment, pulled his head and said, "...... I don't know. Who's that?"

"One of my scholars. If I hadn't sent him out to do something, I would have thought you were disguised by him. "Laughs.

The little guy was stunned for a while, and then laughed.

Canghai said: "You don't need to use the sword mountain and the sea of fire, you can help me sharpen the ink." ”

"Hey!" the little guy happily replied, rubbing his hand on the hem of his clothes and picking up the ink block. After thinking about it, "Oh no, Childe, our master is still waiting for you?"

"I know what to say. ”

"Then you ......"

"I'm not in a hurry. ”

"But ......"

"Don't worry, I'll go to him when I'm done. ”

"And when are you going to finish it?"

"I don't know what to do. I'm writing Zhuge Wuhou's "Teacher Table", which is divided into two parts, and I haven't finished the first part yet. In fact, I also admire Zhuge Wuhou. ”

The little guy was sweating a little.

Canghai suddenly raised his head again, "Are you in a hurry? Then go and get busy, you don't need to grind the ink for me." ”

"No, no, no," the little guy hurriedly shook his head, "I'm with you, I'm willing to accompany you." "Then what should we do over there...... Look at the door.

Canghai glanced at him and smiled in his heart.

An hour and a half later.

Canghai smiled: "Ah, it's almost good, it's just one word." ”

The little guy was immediately in good spirits.

After writing, Canghai suddenly frowned and said: "Oh, it's a good piece of calligraphy, but it's a pity that the last word is broken, no, I want to rewrite it." "As he spoke, he was about to put the paper ball.

"Hey don't!" the little guy hurriedly grabbed him, looked at it, and said, "It's good, what's wrong?"

"Alas, you don't understand, the structure of this word is not good-looking, and the pen is not fine. It's better to rewrite it. "I want to make a bunch of paper again.

"Hey, hey, Childe!" the little guy was about to cry, "Our lord has been waiting for you for more than an hour and a half!"

"Ah," Canghai was stunned, "Oh, I almost forgot." Put a large piece of rice paper that had just been written into the little girl's hand, "Then you can frame this for me." Picking up the tea can, he was about to leave, and then turned back and asked, "Where did you just say your grandfather?"

“...... Backyard. ”

"Thank you. ”

The little guy wiped his sweat.

Backyard.

The doctor was furious, "Why haven't you come yet?!" pacing back and forth on the ground.

A servant beside him bowed his head and said, "I haven't finished writing yet." ”

"What are you writing about?!"

"Before and after the "Teacher Table". ”

“...... I'll go. The doctor sat down again, clutching his head. "Revisit. ”

"Master...... It's the thirteenth trip......"

"Go!"

“...... Be. This time, he didn't walk for a while before he ran back, "Master, master, here." ”

Suddenly hearing the good news, the divine doctor was stunned. Teng stood up, "Coming, coming, what should I do?" Walking back and forth two steps, seeing that the servant was still on the side, he hurriedly said: "You go down quickly, go down, go down, go down! Don't let him see you......! Go through the back door!",

Canghai held his gold-inlaid pot-bellied ceramic tea canist, and jumped all the way from the verandah leisurely. Turning a moon gate, the scenery suddenly changed. The backyard of the villa is actually the back of the valley, and the two gravel roads on the left and right lead to the front of the valley, but because the houses are separated by each other, it is called the backyard.

Spring and summer are in front of the valley, but autumn and winter are in the back of the valley. On the side of the road in the distance, there are five red leaf maples six or seven zhang high, bright red leaves that spread like burning clouds, densely sleeping in the wind under the sun, with smooth and gentle lip grease reflecting the golden crow, and occasionally a few orange and yellow leaves are exposed together with the backlit black branches, like the ghost of the leaves that can only be seen when Mei Mei is dizzy in a dream, shading the small cornices of the roof paved with cypress bark, and the lattice door under the eaves, only revealing a corner of the blue sky. An orange tree is planted on the left side of the house, and a cherry tree is planted on the right side.

The divine doctor sat on the back of the yellow leaf maple tree hugged by several people one or two zhang outside the corridor, the chair of the tree vine, the gall of the tree, the handle of the old yellow pear, and the bowl of red sandalwood. The leaves on the tree were the same apricot color, without the patches of veins and stems, and the divine doctor leaned in the rattan chair, supporting his forehead, far away towards the vermilion torii gate opposite. Next to it was an unmanned swing, and the mahogany pedal board was tied to the trunk of the maple tree with two long red silks.

The moist land is irregularly littered with fallen leaves.

Canghai stood in the corridor, slightly pursed his lips, looking at the corner of the sky. Hang your head. There was no danger in the backyard, and I walked gently behind him with confidence, holding my breath slightly rapid from jumping. The ground is soft under foot and the courtyard is shady. Stand to the left of the wicker chair and lower your eyes. The first thing that catches the eye is the long black hair that is over the waist, tied in front of the shirt. A silver-gray shirt like himself. On it was a hand with long fingers with round fingertips. Straight up, strong arms, broad shoulders, a small section of the collarbone, neck. Sleeping faces. It's been five years, no, since before, I've never had a good look at him. Because he is always wrapped around himself with a dead face, he has become the "sun". Does the sun appear redundant during the day, or is it sunny because of the sun?

The divine doctor's long eyelashes trembled slightly, slowly rising. The deep phoenix eyes were accurately fixed on his face, looking at the rare expression of confusion and intoxication, as if smiling but not smiling. Sleepy eyes are clear, not worried. "You're here?" put down his right hand, "Sit." ”