This doubt is waving in my heart, but I can't ask it. After a while, I only heard the master say: "Your Senior Brother Ding himself should be able to understand that you don't have to worry about him like this. When you're studying, it's better to go a little slower. Han Yiming didn't know what to do, but the master repeatedly instructed him to keep it in mind.

That night, after dinner, Han Yiming saw that it was not early, so he came out of the meditation courtyard. I don't know if Ding Wu is in Yule or in his former hut, but he still walks along the path, and over the mountain beam, a hut has appeared in front of him. Han Yiming got closer, and saw that the door of the house was open, and the hazy light shot on the ground from the open door, and it turned out that Ding Wu was still waiting for him here. When he stepped forward, he saw a person standing up from the ground in front of the house, it was Ding Wu.

Ding Wu rubbed his hands together a few times: "Senior brother, you are here." It seemed that he had been waiting here for a while, and Han Yiming said, "Senior brother, are you waiting for me?" Ding Wudao: "Hmm." Oh, I loosen the soil by the way. Han Yiming was brought into the house, and there was a small oil lamp on the table in the room. Ding Wu's hands were full of mud, and he was holding a small shovel in his hand, which was also covered with mud. Ding Wudao: "Senior brother, please sit down for a while, I will come after washing my hands." ”

Han Yiming said: "Senior brother, please!" Sitting down at the table, Ding Wu went to wash his hands, although Han Yiming was not the first time to come to Ding Wu's house, but it was the first time to sit here at night, under the light, the room became more and more quiet. After a while, Ding Wu held a pot of tea, two teacups came over, sat down opposite him and said, "Senior brother, please drink tea." Han Yiming said: "Senior brother don't have to be polite, may I ask which book senior brother wants to listen to me read today?" Ding Wu "oh" said: "I don't know either." He stood up, walked to the bedside, took a booklet from the bedside and handed it over: "I won't pick it, I took the one I could get and asked my junior brother to show it for me." Han Yiming took it and saw that it was a copy of "The Legend of the Ram", and he couldn't help but be stunned. He raised his head and looked at Ding Wu.

Ding Wu looked at him with two eyes, and Han Yiming took another look at the "Legend of the Ram" in his hand. He had also read "The Legend of the Ram" before, but at this time he had forgotten nine times out of ten, this is one of the "Three Biography of Spring and Autumn". He used to listen to his husband's lectures, but he felt that it was difficult to understand, and he didn't understand many words, can Senior Brother Ding understand the meaning?

Just thinking about it, Ding Wu said: "Senior brother, is there anything wrong with this book?" Han Yiming said: "Senior brother, do you know what kind of book this is?" Ding Wu shook his head and said: "Where do I know what book it is, and I don't know how to read, which one is which one I get." There are so many books in the Baizhi Bookstore, and I can't read, so it doesn't make much difference which one I take. Han Yiming knew that it was completely useless to tell him the origin of this book, not to mention that he also knew nothing about this book, so it was better not to say it.

After pondering for a moment, he raised his head again, and saw Ding Wu looking at him with two eyes, so he said, "Then, senior brother, I will read it." Turning the first page, he suddenly remembered that he had taken the lead, and said, "Senior brother, wait a minute, I'll take a look at it first." I read a paragraph first, and then read it to Ding Wu. He read a little slower according to what the master said, and when he finished reading a sentence, he stopped. Ding Wu listened quietly, and after Han Yiming finished reading a sentence, he waited for him for a moment. Ding Wu also said after a while: "Okay, please read it down." Han Yiming didn't know if he understood, but he didn't ask, and read the next sentence.

After reading a paragraph, Ding Wu said: "Senior brother, please take a break, please take a sip of tea." After making him a cup of tea, Han Yiming took a sip of tea and couldn't help asking: "Senior brother, what am I reading, can you understand?" Ding Wudao: "Senior brother, I said I can understand, do you believe it?" He confessed with a frank expression, without a trace of falsification, although Han Yiming was a little puzzled, he said: "I believe it." Ding Wudao: "I can really understand it, and I can also listen to its text and know its meaning." If you let me speak to you clearly word by word, I can't. But I understand the implications. Han Yiming was a little surprised, he had never heard of such a person, he couldn't read big words, but he could understand the meaning of the difficult and difficult articles as soon as he heard them, it seemed that the master's vision was indeed sharp.

He was silent, and Ding Wu said: "Alas, I also know that I listen to my junior brother, and my junior brother can't believe it." Han Yiming shook his head and said, "Senior brother, it's not that I don't believe in senior brother, I'm surprised by the difference of senior brother." Mortals can't know what they mean if they can't read, but it's surprising that my brother can't read but can know what he means. ”

After drinking tea and sitting for a while, Han Yiming read another paragraph, this time it was different from the previous paragraph, he read it more easily, and he didn't deliberately read it very slowly. He read Ding Wu as he read it. Ding Wu sat opposite and listened carefully. He had a rough face, and when he listened carefully, he didn't look at a loss at all, which was really a little strange. After Han Yiming finished reading a paragraph, Ding Wu said: "Well, thank you, junior brother, I will read it here today." Han Yiming closed the book, Ding Wu took the book first, put it next to the pillow, poured another cup of tea and handed it over.

Han Yiming took the tea with both hands, and a question popped up in his heart, asking, "Senior brother, were you born to be able to listen to the text?" Ding Wudao: "Little junior brother, I wasn't born like this. Rather, ......" he paused before he said, "I don't know when it became like this." Well, yes, I was able to listen to the vegetables after the vegetables I grew spoke to me. Han Yiming said in surprise: "Did the senior brother grow the vegetables, what did those dishes say to the senior brother?"

Ding Wu was a little embarrassed: "Tell me their names, tell me what they like!" Han Yiming couldn't help but be interested, and said, "Senior brother, do you mean that they tell you their names?" Ding Wu said: "Yes." "I got up and got a booklet, and handed it over. Han Yiming took it and opened it, and the first few pages happened to be his unsightly ghost drawings. This is Ding Wu's picture booklet, and the name of the dish is inscribed next to each picture. When the name was inscribed, it was also Ding Wu who asked, and what Ding Wu said, the senior brothers naturally found homophones and wrote them. Ding Wu not only asked the senior brothers to indicate the shapes and peculiarities of these vegetables, but also told them their names one by one. At that time, Han Yiming only thought about it himself, but at this time he realized that this was not the case at all, but that the senior brother listened to the vegetables he planted.

Knowing this, I turned to this booklet again, and the more I realized the mystery, and said, "Senior brother, have you talked to you about these many dishes?" Ding Wudao: "These are all things that have been spoken." There were some before, but it's a pity that I couldn't draw them, and I don't know what their names were. ”

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