When I opened my eyes again, it was already the red sun setting in the west, and it was afternoon. He slept very well and was full of energy. The house was quiet, Shen Ruofu was not there, and Gu Qingquan seemed to have gone out. Han Yiming was a little afraid that Shen Ruofu would come to inquire about Chenxi Mountain, and not a single word that Yuan Hui said could be leaked. But I was afraid that Shen Ruofu would be pestering and asking endlessly, and a little bit would appear in his words and between the lines. While they were away, they quickly got up, repaired for a while, and walked out of the courtyard.

He walked forward, and in a blink of an eye, he had walked out of the meditation courtyard, crossed the path, and headed towards the Phantom Mirror Lake. He walked for a while, and Ding Wu's hut was close in front of him. Han Yiming couldn't help but think of the little girl, I don't know where it went, but it returned to the Phantom Mirror Lake? He originally intended to avoid Shen Ruofu's inquiry, but when he arrived here, he couldn't help but want to visit the little girl. Knowing that the little boy was no longer in the lake, he couldn't help but go to that side.

Walking through Ding Wu's hut, I suddenly remembered the "dry vegetables" that Ding Wu said, and couldn't help but glance at the vegetable field in front of the house. Suddenly, I heard Ding Wu's voice say, "Senior brother, this is the plant!" A thick arm stretched out, and a finger as rough as a branch pointed at the center of the vegetable patch. Han Yiming looked back and saw that Ding Wu was standing beside him at some point!

Ding Wu smiled at him: "Senior brother, are you going to the lake again? The little boy hasn't come back yet!" Han Yiming was a little disappointed, and Ding Wu said, "If you're okay, come and sit in my room." Han Yiming was worried that he had nowhere to go: "Thank you, senior brother." The two walked into Ding Wu's house, Ding Wu casually put something on the table, Han Yiming's eyes were sharp, and Huo Ran saw that it was an old book!

He clearly remembered that Gu Qingquan had told him that Ding Wu "couldn't read books", how could he see him holding an old book at this time? Han Yiming was strange in his heart, and looked at the old book twice, the book rolled up a few pages, the pages were slightly yellow, and it looked like it had been many years. couldn't help but glance at Ding Wu twice. Ding Wu lifted a pot of boiling water and poured it into the teapot, and after a while, he had already taken a teapot and two teacups: "Senior brother, drink a cup of tea." ”

Han Yiming just stared at him, Ding Wu took the teacup and raised his head, and when he saw him staring at himself, he turned his head to look, looked left and right, and asked, "Senior brother, what are you looking at? Me, what's wrong with me?" Han Yiming turned to look at the book and said, "What book does Senior Brother read?" Ding Wu's face flushed: "Senior brother, I don't know a single big character, what book do I read?" Han Yiming became more and more strange, he was illiterate, what was he reading with a book?

Ding Wu looked at him, suddenly understood, and said with a smile: "Alas, junior brother, that's not a book, it's a stack of blank paper, I went to Master's place today, and I saw some loose papers piled up on Master's desk, and there were no words on them, so I asked Master for it." I see that I have raised a lot of strange dishes, which others have never heard of or seen, so I think it is better to write them down or draw them. Anyway, I can't read or draw, so if my brothers and sisters are willing to help me, they will help me draw and write. I can't, but if others are literate, others will read. Han Yiming obviously saw that it was an old book, but he said that it was a stack of blank paper, so he said: "Senior brother, can I take a look at it?" Ding Wu smiled and said: "Alas, what can't you do?" As he spoke, he walked over and picked up the book and handed it over.

Han Yiming took it in his hand and looked at it, it was really a stack of white paper, there was nothing on it, but the paper was not so fine. When I turned it over, I saw that two pieces of coarse paper had sandwiched the stack of white paper in the middle, and one side had been nailed with thread. At first glance, it looks like a book. I flipped through it casually, and saw that there were all kinds of paper in it, either rough or delicate, and of different thicknesses, but it was all white paper, and there was neither handwriting nor pictures on the paper. He didn't read much, but he had never seen a book made of such messy paper.

Ding Wudao: "Senior brother, don't laugh at me!" Han Yiming put the stack of blank paper aside: "What did the senior brother say!" Ding Wudao: "If the junior brother has free time, please also ask the junior brother to come and help me!" Han Yiming said: "Senior brother doesn't have to be polite, I will come when I am free." It's just that I don't know how to draw, and my handwriting is sloppy. The two talked for a while, Ding Wu stood up, looked out the window, and said, "Senior brother, sit down for a while, I won't talk to you, I'm going to cook." ”

Han Yiming said: "Senior brother, what can I do to help my senior brother?" Since he was a child, he has stretched out his hands for clothes and opened his mouth for food, he does not distinguish between grains and grains, and he does not know housework, but he is afraid that he will help more and more, but he has blurted out, and his face can't help but redden. Ding Wu smiled and said, "No need, I'll do it all by myself!" Han Yiming was afraid that he would be on the side and hinder him from busy, so he hurriedly stood up: "Senior brother, I'll go out for a walk, and I'll come back when you're done." Ding Wu rolled up his sleeves and said, "Well, it's okay, you can come and eat with us later." ”

Han Yiming climbed over the ridge and walked to the edge of the Phantom Mirror Lake. Phantom Mirror Lake is as flat as a mirror, little girl, really not there. I don't know where it went? Han Yiming was really a little worried, if it was here, the green dragon wouldn't dare to do anything to it? Leaving here, I was afraid that the green dragon would not let it go? Standing by the lake for a while, he looked at the swimming fish by the lake for a while, and sighed. The little boy is in the sun, this is its world, and the fish are hiding without a trace! Watching it behave indiscriminately, doing all kinds of evil, I really feel that it is too presumptuous. At this time, it was gone, and it was immediately deserted from my heart.

He stood by the lake for a while before turning back. He climbed over the mountain beam, and the sky was already dragging a long red glow, and Ding Wu stood in front of the door and beckoned to him. The room behind him was lit with an oil lamp, and the light was warm and reassuring.

After that day, Han Yiming had leisure and went to Ding Wuwu. At first, he was the only one to help Ding Wu draw his baby. Han Yiming's handwriting is okay, and he has studied for a few years, although he can't write a dragon and snake, but he can still see a handwriting. As for drawing, it's a shame. I started drawing a few pages, and I couldn't read it. Even he himself was embarrassed, ashamed of the blank paper, ashamed of Ding Wu, and ashamed of the strangely beautiful baby.

Ding Wu has always been a silent contributor and never asks for help. The news that he wanted to draw all the special vegetables he planted spread the word, and the disciples of Lingshan came more. From time to time, disciples came to help, and when Han Yiming came back after coming twice, he saw that other senior brothers also came to sit on the edge of the field and draw pictures of Ding Wu's precious vegetables and vegetables. There were a lot of people coming, but in just a few days, eight or nine times out of ten were painted.