Of course, the vase of flowers is also really distressing, and Master was alone during the Chinese New Year last year. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

So I went over early to accompany Master.

When Wang Husheng learned that the vase of flowers was going to come over to accompany him for the New Year, his happy face turned into a flower.

I went to the station early and waited.

Also bought a bunch of vegetables at home.

There is no way to be alone at home, and he can only burn the small vase of flowers, but he is fast, so he will bring his beloved little apprentice back first, and then it will be too late to burn the delicious one.

At this time, Chen Pan called to the house of the flower vase: "Hey? Hello Auntie, I'll look for a vase of flowers. ”

"Oh, the vase of flowers, she went out to play, yes, she left yesterday, well, I'm not at home for the New Year, yes, I'll be back when school starts." The mother of the vase heard that it was Chen Fan, and replied with a smile.

Chen Pan hung up the phone in disappointment: "Oh, that's it, thank you, Auntie." ”

The vase of flowers that had just left the station seemed to sense someone's strong concern, and she sneezed coldly, which made everyone look over, so she covered her eyes embarrassedly with her hands on the pergola.

After a while, no one looked at it, rubbed his nose, and the vase found the figure of the master, waved his hand happily to the master, and shouted loudly: "Master, where is it!" ”

Wang Husheng smiled and narrowed his eyes. Walk briskly.

"Let's go, let's go home with Master. Master will cook something delicious for you. Wang Husheng is in a very good mood. There is no appearance of a strict teacher at all, as if he is a kind father.

"By the way, Master, can you tell me about that cheat, where did you get it? Why didn't the senior brothers know, and you didn't let me tell it? The vase of flowers was puzzled.

"Let's talk about it when we get home." Wang Husheng's tone was very tight, after all, people often passed by them on the road, and it would not be good if they said something shocking and were heard.

The vase nodded knowingly, and immediately changed the topic obediently.

Finally home.

Wang Husheng immediately went to the kitchen to cook a small bottle of flowers: "Hungry, wait here, Master will go and give you a bowl of noodles to eat first, I'm hungry." ”

"Hmm." The vase nodded obediently, and as soon as the master went to the kitchen, he picked up the broom and cleaned it inside and out. Although the master loves to be clean, the floor looks like it has been specially cleaned today, but men should always be careless. Inevitably, there will be forgotten horns.

Wang Husheng came in with two bowls of noodles with eggs, looking at the way the flower vase was sweeping inside and out, remembering that when she lived here when she was a child, she also swept the floor like this every day, tears appeared in the corners of her eyes, and her heart was warm.

"Hurry up and eat, come to Chang Master's craftsmanship, see if Master's craftsmanship has regressed, eat and eat to see if this noodle is still the best noodle in the world?" Wang Husheng quipped.

When I was a child, Hua Xiaohua's favorite thing to eat was noodles, and it happened that Wang Husheng was also very good at noodles, so Hua Xiaohua often said that the noodles cooked by the master were the best noodles in the world, and Wang Husheng laughed and was very relieved.

"Of course, you don't have to eat it, as soon as you smell it, it's the best noodle in the world!" The vase of flowers does not blink and pats the fart, without any psychological burden.

Wang Husheng laughed: "You little girl, hahaha, you will fool me, an old man!" ”

The two of them happily swept away the noodles.

In the evening, the villagers in the village below the mountain lit up the lights sporadically, and after a while it was time to wash and sleep.

There is no entertainment at night in the countryside, and at most a few people who really can't sleep get together to play mahjong to kill time.

Wang Husheng is the only one in the mountain here, so now they are completely at ease to speak without worrying about being overheard.

When I got home before, after all, it was daytime, and maybe a thirsty village name passing by would come in and ask for a glass of water.

"Master, now you can talk about it, where did the secret book come from?" The flower vase cuts the theme.

"What's the matter, have you practiced?" Wang Husheng looked at the vase with a smile, and with a very loving look, the vase felt that he had seen it in his grandfather's eyes.

"I've practiced it, there's no moves, but it's amazing, the more I practice, the more I want to practice, although I don't look at a very thick book, but I read it almost every day, but I haven't finished reading it yet. What's going on? The vase of flowers was puzzled.

"Actually, I don't know what's going on with this cheat, this cheat was given to me by my master." Wang Husheng was silent for a while and spoke.

"Master? Master, do you still have a master? I don't have a teacher. The vase muttered. Obviously, the attention is off again, is this the time to care about who has a teacher and who doesn't?

Wang Husheng directly ignored the muttering of the vase, and then continued: "My master is a very legendary woman, and it is my master's blessing to be able to marry my master. ”

The vase of flowers was directly stunned. Is this the tone of talking about one's own master? The normal plot is not good or not, shouldn't the master be a very good person, and it is a blessing for the master to be able to marry the master? Isn't that how it should be?

"Actually, I'm an orphan, and I've been wandering on the streets until I met my teacher." Wang Husheng said, "Yes, you are right, the person I met first was Shi Niang, and Shi Niang picked me up." ”

The vase of flowers said secretly, no wonder the senior brothers' backgrounds are so pitiful, it turns out that the master himself is a poor person. Immediately, I felt sorry for Master.

"Shiniang's martial arts are much higher than Master's, but I don't know why, I just refuse to teach me martial arts. I didn't understand that until later. But I didn't understand it very much at the time, and even resented my sister for a while. ”

The vase of flowers said secretly, it turns out that the master is not born a saint, but also grew up from a little boy with emotions. Such a master is more flesh and blood.

"But even if I resent Shi Niang a little bit in my heart, Shi Niang still didn't mind being as good to me as before, just like a mother was to a son. Later, I learned that Shi Niang's martial arts are passed on to women and not to men.

That is to say, men are not allowed to practice the martial arts of their masters, and there is great harm in practicing them. Only women can practice the martial arts practiced by their mothers. But I didn't listen to my master's advice, and I was determined to practice with my master. The master had no choice, so she taught me a little bit of entry, and usually asked me to practice with the master. ”

The vase of flowers secretly said, is there really any kung fu in the world that men can practice, women can't practice, women can practice, but men can't practice? I originally thought it was all nonsense from martial arts novels.