Zhang Feili repeatedly said to himself, men should be generous, men should be generous, men should be generous, and important things should be said three times. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The relationship between himself and weaving and dyeing for more than ten years is there, sharing weal and woe, foaming with each other, love is higher than the mountain, deeper than the sea, how can Li Qingyuan, who is not a good person at first glance, be an outsider who can intervene?

But seeing Li Yuanhao and Weaving Dye getting closer and closer, Weaving and Dyeing did not reject the intimate actions of that Li Dagongzi, Zhang Feili's chest and lungs were burning, and he scratched his heart with a hundred claws, and he was annoyed.

He once saw with his own eyes that Li Yuanhao peeled an apple and fed it to the weaving and dyeing, the weaving and dyeing shook his head shyly, Li Yuanhao was coquettish, and finally the weaving and dyeing had to take a bite gently, and the stinky and shameless Li Qingyuan also asked: "Is it delicious, sweet or not?" ”

I'm a sweet fart, I don't see you eating the apples I peeled, but I am intimate with that Li Qingyuan, and I am still fed to eat apples, so I am not ashamed, hum.

Zhang Feili thought about it, it seems that he has never cut apples for weaving and dyeing, they are all peeled apples for him by a blind girl, and the apples are placed in front of him, Zhang Feili is still a little reluctant to eat, which is troublesome.

Sitting at the desk in the small shop, Zhang Feili picked up a copy of "General Examination of Literature", read a page or two, full of restlessness, studied the ink twice, only to find that the water in the inkstone had dried up, and shouted two sentences at the alley: "Weaving and dyeing, weaving and dyeing, bring water to the son, the water for grinding ink is gone." ”

The alley was quiet, there was no sound at all, and there was no sound from Qing Lingling's voice: "Childe, wait a minute, I'll come right away." ”

A gust of wind blew through the shop, rolling up a puff of dust, and there was no more movement.

Zhang Feili was furious, his eyes were bloodshot, he dropped the ink ingot, raised the inkstone with both hands, and was about to fall to the ground above his head.

After a long time, he was reluctant, and held the inkstone in his arms, this small inkstone was ground by him and the weaving and dyeing two together, and he was reluctant to fall.

Just exiled to Yuelu Academy, the two of them used all their belongings to buy this small sewing shop, there is no half copper plate on their bodies, relying on the help of Niu Fugui next door, Zhang Feili wants to go to the academy to study, pen, ink and paper are indispensable, pen and ink paper can't afford to buy good ones, you can buy bad ones, but this inkstone has become a problem. In the alley, where there is only starlight and no candle light, the two of them put their heads together and make their own inkstones.

The next day, the two got up early and walked to the foot of Yuelu Mountain, in the faint mist of the early morning, Zhang Feili held the cold little hand of weaving and dyeing, and searched for suitable stones all over the mountains.

A good inkstone needs to be selected, designed, made, carved, polished, with boxes and other steps, the two can not be so particular, just to be able to find a suitable size, solid and dense stone stone, in the small shop on the big stone pier grinding out the prototype, can hold ink and water.

From morning to night, the two picked up a whole bag of stones, Zhang Feili complained while carrying the stones home, the two tossed in the alley for most of the night, picked out a stone that roughly met the requirements, and put it on the table, Zhang Feili Meimei stretched a lazy waist, lucky, and found a high-quality stone, if you let the master of Kung Fu Shen carve a little, you should be able to have the quality of the high-grade inkstone, now in such a situation, there are not so many requirements, greeting the weaving and dyeing on the side, the two fell asleep.

The next day, after a busy day, Zhang Feili got up lazily, heard the sound of hissing in the alley, he went out to see, weaving and dyeing a sweaty face, polishing the stone, a small inkstone has a shape.

I was about to go up the mountain to study, and I was afraid of delaying the young master's homework, so I got up to polish the inkstone before dawn.

Zhang Feili looked at the bleeding weaving and dyeing of his hands, his throat was dry, and weaving and dyeing asked with a smile: "Childe is up?" Zhang Feili hummed tepidly, but he had already burst into tears.

Weaving and dyeing got up and touched the kitchen: "Weaving and dyeing will be polished immediately, and I can't miss my son to go to school." Zhang Feili hummed tepidly again, picked up the bloodstained inkstone, a little red on it, like a stone shedding tears, he sat down and grinded the inkstone fiercely, and the sound of stones hitting in the backyard of the whole shop, ping pong, also covered his whining cry.

In the kitchen, weaving and dyeing heard the sound outside: "The son is still powerful, much stronger than weaving and dyeing." ”

"That's nature, who am I, Childe, you can fight tigers when you go up the mountain, and you can catch dragons when you go down to the sea. Zhang Feili said in a nonchalant tone while crying.

After the inkstone is polished, the blood penetrates along the fine texture of the stone, and the thin hairspring never disappears.

Zhang Feili used a knife to carve two words on the inkstone - weaving red.

At that time, there was nothing, but Zhang Feili felt that it was the first time he had found a home after his family was ruined and displaced for many years.

However, now everything seems to have changed, and it is all to blame for that Li Qingyuan, who suddenly appeared so immortal, and wanted to rob the weaving and dyeing, the weaving and dyeing is my Zhang Feili's, and it can only be my Zhang Feili's.

Wiping the tears on his face, Zhang Feili put down the inkstone, came to the kitchen, touched a knife, wiped it on the big stone pier, tried the blade with two fingers, and rushed out of the shop angrily, without saying a word, he rushed towards the rouge shop opposite, see if I don't cut you.

Coming to the front of the rouge shop, it was bustling inside, since Li Yuanhao came, the front of the rouge shop was surrounded by female students from the academy, it was already overcrowded, and from time to time there were exclamations.

"Get out of the way!" Zhang Feili roared, angry and anxious, if he was like Brother Da Niu, a strong man should be generous, and if he couldn't weave and dye, he wouldn't be his own weaving and dyeing the next day.

The crowded crowd turned around one after another, and saw Zhang Feili who was glaring angrily, an old acquaintance, and a senior brother who was studying together, and he didn't know why Senior Brother Zhang was so annoyed and got out of the way.

On the other side of the road, Li Yuanhao's twin knives kept wandering between his fingers, dazzling, like a flying butterfly, which was very good-looking.

The exclamations that erupted in the crowd just now were caused by Li Yuanhao's knife dance.

Oops, Zhang Feili's heart trembled, the young boy brother was popular with a sword and a knife to swagger through the market, he originally thought that Li Yuanhao's waist double knife was decorative, but he didn't expect that the other party was a martial artist with two brushes, he couldn't see the level of Li Yuanhao's martial arts, but he knew that it was definitely above himself, maybe ten Zhang Feili was not Li Qingyuan's opponent.

"Brother Zhang, what's the matter?" Li Yuanhao looked at Zhang Feili who was holding a kitchen knife with a smile on his face, and the knives in his hands kept stopping, like an obedient kite, as if there was a thread entangled.