Chapter Eighty-Four: We Are Not Thieves
Zilian raised her eyes and glanced ahead.
"Ah!!h
Several bursts of women's screams sounded, and the women who had frequently turned back to him in front of them to secretly send Qiu Bo, after getting a glance from Zilian, suddenly became no longer calm, and began to blush and scream.
It's really unreserved, looking at those women, it can't help but make me shake my head and sigh, why are they all women, but they are so ignorant of self-respect and self-love?
"It's not far away, and it's still a little while." Zilian said.
"Oh! It's a little while! ”
I said with a sullen voice. I don't know if it's the first one he's given me. Having said all this, the answer to me now is still 'for a while', really.
"Hmm!"
He nodded slowly, and his steps became more and more rapid.
At this time, it was May in the world, and the acacia flowers were blooming all over the street, and when she walked to the gate of a courtyard with red walls and green tiles, Zilian stopped.
Raising my head and glancing at the golden plaque above the gate of the courtyard, I asked him, "Master, this is the home of the god of ancient ink!" ”
"Well, isn't there the word 'Linxian Ju' written on the plaque? A sucker. As he spoke, he reached out and stroked my head as if he were caressing Edamame's head.
"Let's go!"
With that, he approached the courtyard gate.
Just as I thought he was going to knock on the door, he put one hand around my waist, and then both of them flew up and jumped into the courtyard.
"Master, are we here to be thieves?"
Seeing that I didn't knock on the door and sneaked in, I became very excited all of a sudden. Worried that the voice was too loud, the owner of this house found that two people had sneaked into his yard uninvited, so I deliberately lowered my voice and asked him in a low voice.
"A thief?" He turned his head, his two beautiful eyebrows suddenly turned into caterpillar-like again, and said to me in a serious tone: "Apprentice, you don't have to think about everything in the past, now that you have a teacher, you don't have to worry about anything." It's not a glorious thing to be a thief, the little boy is determined to do something serious, and don't be greedy for small profits and get ruined. ”
"Oh!"
I answered in a long voice, thinking to myself that he had misunderstood me again this time. I meant that we would be like thieves by burying them in someone's yard, and he thought I wanted to be a thief.
"Master, when you brought Xiaoyu to jump over the wall, didn't you just want to come in and steal something?" I said to him in a huff. It means that I want to tell him, Master, that you are taking Xiaoyu to be a thief now, not Xiaoyu himself who wants to be a thief.
"Stealing, where is this stealing." Zilian looked at me with a sad expression, "In Xiaoyu's heart, is this kind of immortal for the teacher?" ”
"No, it's not."
Afraid of angering him, I shook my head at him.
"Really?"
Not very trusting of my expression, he stared at me.
"Master is not a thief, these are all Xiaoyu's mistakes." I bowed my head and confessed my mistake to him with sincerity.
"Hmm." He bowed his head and said, "The reason why the teacher is doing this is just because he doesn't want this knock to disturb the silence of the people in the courtyard." Gu Mo Shangshen and the teacher have been friends for 10,000 years, and they are very familiar with each other, knocking on the door and calling people, it seems even more rusty, wouldn't it be better to jump in directly, and you don't have to trouble others, and you are also relaxed. ”
"Oh!" I didn't seem to understand, but I still nodded, "It turns out that Master and Gu Mo Shangshen are acquaintances!" The knock seems to be an omission. ”
"That's right! Small fish. ”
As he spoke, he took me by the hand and walked towards the large pear forest.
In the summer, the pear trees have begun to bear some small green fruits, shiny, hanging one by one on the branches. The breeze blew, and the little green fruit also danced gently with the wind. Unfortunately, now is not the right time, and if it is a few days late, I think I will be able to eat a good pear that causes freshness.
The pear orchard walked by, pushed open the courtyard door and walked to the inner courtyard, and what greeted me was a pear forest, however, the pear forest inside was very different from the outside, if the outside was a portrayal of summer, then the trees were full of snow white and the courtyard was full of fragrance is the poetry of spring.
Suddenly, there was a woman's chuckle in the pear forest.