The unchanged life continued, and after that, Lu Tao had no chance to test what Li Xiuzhu made the puppy fear.

After all, since then, Li Xiuzhu has never approached that litter of puppies.

The puppies grew into big dogs, most of them were given away, and the chickens in the yard were changed again, and the pheasants and hares were encircled, which were already empty.

600...... How many days?

Lu Tao can't remember clearly, and he doesn't bother to remember, anyway, this dream probably won't take a week or two, so that the boundary of one or two years has changed, Lu Tao feels that if he uses the standards of Zen Buddhism, he has probably reached the realm of "Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing originally, where to stir up dust".

Well, you just can't do anything, and being idle is also a realm of idleness.

In the middle, looking at the interaction between Li Xiuzhu and Wang Yuyan, who are growing up, makes Lu Tao feel quite interesting.

Ah yes, the little girl Wang Yuyan is a year older, and her figure is getting taller and taller, and she is even a little about to catch up with Li Xiuzhu's height.

The little girl who has changed from a pink carving to a slim one still likes to follow behind Li Xiuzhu, but she has become a little quieter, and hearing Wang Yuyan's sweet voice after studying every day is already the most anticipated repertoire for Lu Tao every day.

Just when Lu Tao thought that this kind of life would last forever, Lu Tao ushered in a new day.

The sky in the morning was full of haze, this season happened to be the rainy season, even if it would rain in the next moment, Lu Tao would not be surprised, so when Li Xiuzhu went out, he carried an umbrella in his hand.

When he arrived at the school, the atmosphere was different from before, the classroom was full of noise, and before Lu Tao could pay attention to the noisy voices, the teacher, or Mr. Wang Yanbin, walked in as usual, causing the spread of noise and noise to come to an abrupt end.

The morning class was about "The Mean", and "The Mean", which did not have many words, was studied for almost a year, and Lu Tao was also influenced by the people who did it every day, even if he memorized it backwards.

At noon, Wang Yanbin stopped teaching, and just when Lu Tao thought that the next day would be the same as his daily life, he was ready to have lunch and continue to listen to Wang Yuyan's little girl, but Wang Yanbin did not do it.

He put down the book in his hand and said, "You should have heard that today is the last day of my lesson for you, the war in the north is unfavorable, and I am going south with my family." You can go back in the afternoon, I hope you will not forget your original intention and continue to work hard in your studies. ”

Lu Tao: "???"

The originally lethargic spirit suddenly woke up, why hadn't he heard of this?

Since Lu Tao himself has not heard of this matter, that is to say, no one has told Li Xiuzhu about this matter, if it is other news, Lu Tao will feel quite normal, after all, here, everyone in this class has no reason to reveal more news to Li Xiuzhu.

However, Wang Yuyan didn't say anything, if the little girl said something, Lu Tao wouldn't have heard it, the time when he listened to the little girl every day was when Lu Tao was the most serious.

Sure enough, Li Xiuzhu's wrist paused, and a large ball of ink soaked in the tip of the pen spilled on the paper, staining a large piece of neatly written small characters. Then, Li Xiuzhu put down the pen in his hand and looked out of the open window with some distraction, from this angle, he could see the Xiangfei bamboo blooming in a corner of the courtyard.

A little bit of white sticks out from the gap between the bamboo leaves, hanging upside down, like a white jade hanging bell.

After saying the above words, Mr. Wang Yanbin left, and rarely, Li Xiuzhu did not continue to sit in his seat to read and write, but stood up and walked out as well.

The destination is the stone table under the bamboo of Xiangfei.

The stone benches and stone tables were spotless, and the wind howled in the haze, blowing away the dust, and at the same time blowing off the small white flowers overhead.

Li Xiuzhu touched the smooth surface of the stone bench, and then sat down, the smooth stone bench that had been polished by Li Xiuzhu for many years was exactly the same as the two horns on the top of his head.

At least that's what Lu Tao thinks.

After a while, it rained in the sky, hitting the bamboo leaves above his head and on the ground, making two completely different sounds, Lu Tao felt a chill above his head, and one or two raindrops that leaked between the bamboo leaves fell on Li Xiuzhu's head.

Lu Tao: "......"

This sorrow, Lu Tao doesn't know if it comes from Li Xiuzhu's reluctance to Wang Yuyan's little girl, or his reluctance to his teacher Wang Yanbin, or both?

Wang Yanbin is the only scholar in this town who can teach Li Xiuzhu and is willing to teach Li Xiuzhu, and on the other hand, Lu Tao really doesn't know Li Xiuzhu's feelings for Wang Yuyan, after all, the most words Li Xiuzhu said for so long are "um" and "ah", Lu Tao doesn't even understand where Wang Yuyan's little girl got such a lot of perseverance, and she can run over and talk to Li Xiuzhu every day and every day.

Just when the rain was getting heavier and the wind was getting stronger, an oil-paper umbrella was propped up on top of Li Xiuzhu's head.

"Brother Xiuzhu!"

It was Wang Yuyan who came, he opened a pair of black and white eyes, put one hand behind his back, and looked at Li Xiuzhu quietly.

"Brother Xiuzhu, I'm leaving tomorrow, will you still remember me?"

The little girl looked like she was dripping, and her mood was probably like the weather now.

"Yes. Li Xiuzhu looked at Wang Yuyan who was holding an umbrella: "I will remember you." ”

"Great!" Listening to Li Xiuzhu's words, Wang Yuyan's face instantly turned cloudy and clear, she took out her left hand from behind her and stuffed it to Li Xiuzhu with a soft thing: "This is the sachet that my mother taught me to make, Brother Xiuzhu, you must remember me!"

After stuffing the sachet to Li Xiuzhu, Wang Yuyan turned around and ran back to the house, Li Xiuzhu opened his hand, and a small blue sachet was lying quietly in his palm, embroidered with an ugly peach blossom, and the stitches were not fine enough.

Lu Tao: "???"

At least leave the umbrella behind, okay?

The rain became heavier and heavier, and soon, the sound of the raindrops became the golden river in May, and the dense drumbeats on the dragon boats. Li Xiuzhu carefully put away the sachet in his hand and returned to the hall where the class was held, not knowing the news that Wang Yanbin was leaving in advance, and the carriage would only come to pick him up when he got out of school in the afternoon.

There were still a few people left in the hall, they were all teenagers who forgot to bring their umbrellas and couldn't go back, waiting for the rain to stop, Li Xiuzhu didn't care about them, but just took out paper, ink, pen and inkstone, and began to practice words silently and copy the content of the textbook.

Although the content taught in this hall probably exceeds the scope of Mengxue, in the past two years, he has only read through the four books that are missing one, and as for whether there are professors such as Bagu Wen and poetry in the back, Lu Tao does not know.

In the afternoon, until the coachman drove the car to pick up Li Xiuzhu back, Wang Yuyan never appeared again, and the absent-minded Li Xiuzhu could only see the Xiangfei bamboo washed by the rain and dropped flowers from the window.

The next day, Li Xiuzhu did not tell his mother or the coachman that he had left, but still rode in a carriage to the place where he usually went.

Yesterday's rain stopped in the evening, and the unpaved streets were washed out a little muddy, I don't know if it was because the roads were not easy to walk, and there were a lot fewer pedestrians on the streets, and everyone had some anxiety on their faces.

The coachman drove the car through the streets and alleys with great difficulty, and finally came to the teacher's quarters.

Some old courtyard doors were locked, and in Lu Tao's impression, this door had never been closed.

The coachman stopped at the door, looked around with some hesitation, and then approached the fence outside the courtyard and looked in, and after a moment, he turned back to the carriage: "Young master...... Looks like there's no one in there?"

“...... I see, let's go back. Li Xiuzhu glanced at the open window, glanced south, and said to the driver.

So the carriage turned around and drove in the direction it had begun.

Lu Tao also sighed, as a result, didn't he see the last one?