Junqiao looked at the pair of masters and apprentices at the door, Nan Yang was carefully untying the snow-proof hat on Shaoxiu's head, and intimately brushed out the hair stuck in her neck and smoothed it, she couldn't help but smile: "Nan Yang, it's rare that you have the leisure to play chess with me today, why did you bring your little apprentice?" ”

When Shaoxiu saw Junqiao, she called out sweetly: "Aunt Jun is good!" ”

"Heh, the little girl is so likeable, no wonder you have to take it with you." Junqiao smiled gently at Shao Xiu, and took out a mecha mouse and shook it at her, "Xiao Xiu'er, come." ”

Shao Xiu Deng ran in, took the mecha mouse and sat aside with a smile and played.

Nan Yang took off the snow-proof white crane feather fur on his body, also walked in, and sat on the other side of the chessboard: "You can tease children with those tricky gadgets." ”

Junqiao poured a cup of tea for Nan Yang and said with a smile: "Then back then, weren't you also teased by me?" Are you a child? ”

"Poof, ahem." Nan Yang choked on the tea in her mouth, and she frowned and wiped her chin.

Junqiao smiled and put the black chess pieces in Nanyang's hand, hesitated for a moment, and said sternly: "I heard that last night, I was happy with her...... It's back. ”

Nan Yang put down the teacup, took a sunspot and put it on the plate, and said in a faint voice: "Hmm." ”

Shaoxiu, who was playing on the side, suddenly asked, "Master, who is that sister?" Is that my sister? She also calls you Master. ”

Junqiao looked at Nanyang, waiting for her answer.

Nan Yang lowered his eyes, and there seemed to be something in his eyes that flowed slowly. After a while, she looked at Shao Xiu, and suddenly hooked the corners of her lips upward: "She is not your senior sister." ”

Shaoxiu's eyes widened: "Ah......hh

“…… She's your teacher. ”

When the words fell, Nan Yang's face naturally revealed a shallow and thin smile that he had not seen for a long time.

Junqiao was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly, but the bitter smile quickly disappeared.

She took a white piece, put it on the chessboard, and said, "...... I've heard that you are very cold to her, and she seemed so sad last night that the cowshed was torn down. ”

"I know, because I promised her that she would not accept any more apprentices, and I broke my promise."

"Why?"

"I thought, if she heard that I had taken on a new apprentice, would she be very angry? She's angry, will she just come to see me? Nan Yang muttered softly these words that were extremely humble.

Junqiao lowered his head, took a sip of tea to hide his sexuality, moistened his throat and asked, "She's back now, aren't you happy, why snub her and make her uncomfortable?" ”

Nan Yang dropped another son, and also picked up the teacup and took a sip of hot tea: "...... Ordinary couples in the world will be angry with each other when they encounter those things before. I was really happy when she came back, but I just wanted to gamble with her. Anyway, she's going to coax me. ”

"You believe her so much?"

"That's how I believe in her."

Junqiao fell silent and stopped talking, just staring intently at the chessboard.

Shaoxiu obediently stopped talking, she was a smart child, even if she understood something in her heart, she wouldn't say anything.

This game of chess has only been half a chessboard, and the tea has only been drunk less than a pot, and the sound of "knock, knock, knock" came from the door.

Nan Yang was closest to the door, she looked back, and consciously stood up to open the door.

As soon as the wooden door opened, the wind outside swept in the snow, almost blinding her.

Qing Huan stood outside the door, her hair covered with a layer of white velvet snow on her black robe, she carefully held a tray with a carefully covered bowl in it, and she was so nervous that her fingers dug into the wooden tray.

Nan Yang's gaze quietly swept over Qing Huan's reddened ears and cheekbones, and his expression was still faint.

"Master......" Qinghuan's expression was a little cramped and a little uneasy, and he didn't dare to look at Nan Yang, "I...... Yesterday it was my fault, I shouldn't have lost my temper and gave the cowshed to ...... I have repaired the barn overnight, and this morning I have milked a little milk, boiled it and brought it to you. ”

“…… Drink it yourself. ”

Qing Huan hurriedly pulled out a hand against the wooden door that Nan Yang was about to close, and explained: "There are three spoonfuls of sugar in the milk, which you are used to drinking. I didn't sleep much last night, I've been feeling guilty, I'm such a jerk, I'm sorry for you. Master, you ...... Drink it. ”

Nan Yang silently took the tray in Qinghuan's hand, didn't say anything more to her, just walked towards the house by himself.

Qinghuan stood at the door awkwardly, snorting from the cold east wind.

Junqiao looked at her, even if he looked at it himself, he couldn't bear it. She said loudly to Qinghuan: "Qinghuan, come in and sit down." ”

Qinghuan hummed, shook off the snow off his body at the door, and then walked in carefully.

Shaoxiu ran over with a very eye-catching gaze, and took the robe that Qinghuan took off: "I'll help you get it, ...... teacher"

Nan Yang glanced at the back of Shao Xiu's head, Shao Xiu felt a chill on the back of his neck, and couldn't help shrinking his neck: "Master...... Sister! I'll get it for you! ”

Qinghuan was silent, in fact, Shaoxiu was really a likable little girl, but she was still a little awkward in her heart.

Nanyang began to pack up the pieces on the chessboard and put them in the basket. Junqiao was puzzled: "Nanyang, don't you want to go down?" It's only halfway down. ”

"I don't want to go down."

Junqiao glanced at Qinghuan, who was a little at a loss next to him, and said, "Then what do you want to do?" ”

"What can be done?"

"That ......" Junqiao frowned a little embarrassed, racking his brains, "Ah, don't you like to practice calligraphy, come and write calligraphy for a while, it's time to kill time." ”

Nan Yang raised his eyes to look at her and nodded: "It's okay." ”

Junqiao had to walk to the desk with Nanyang and lay out the paper and ink.

Shaoxiu secretly looked at Qing Huan's somewhat frustrated expression on the side, and casually pulled up a topic: "Senior sister, have you seen it?" There's a move in there that I don't know very well. ”

"It's been so long that I've forgotten about it." Qinghuan whispered.

"That'...... This? There's a lot of it that I can't read. ”

“…… Senior Brother Zi should have copied it many times, you can ask him. ”

"Oh......" Shaoxiu puffed out her cheeks, it seemed that the master's eyes were already glued to the master, and she couldn't pick it off, so don't talk to her and talk nonsense. She picked up the mecha mouse again and concentrated on playing, quietly entertaining herself.

Junqiao watched Nanyang write, and couldn't help but praise on the side: "Your handwriting is still as beautiful as before." Do you know that your calligraphy on the rivers and lakes is as famous as Yu Xiu's alchemy and Rong Huai's sword-casting skills? It's a pity that there are not a few authentic paintings of you that have been circulated in the world. ”

"If you like it, I'll write you a picture." Nan Yang said softly.

"Really? Others say that it is more difficult to ask you for a word than to ask Rong Huai for a sword. ”

"We have a different relationship with others, so why not write one for you."

Junqiao couldn't help but smile: "Heh, you finally think that our relationship is not ordinary." We've known each other for more than ten years since Yushuiguan back then, and it's really hard for you to treat me as a friend. ”

Qinghuan looked at Junqiao, gritted his teeth faintly, and the hand resting on his knee slowly clenched into a fist.

"I don't have many friends who can be taken to heart, originally there was only Cangmin, and now I have one more of you." Nan Yang dipped the brush in the ink inkstone and continued to write on the white paper, "It is a blessing for me to have a friend like you. ”

Junqiao couldn't help but smile, but there was a trace of bitterness in his heart.

Qinghuan looked at Nan Yang, who was writing with his head down, and said softly: "Master, I still have some things to do in the Central Plains, and I may not be able to stay for a long time in the North Punishment." Are you really ...... Ignore me? ”

Nan Yang paused for a moment at the tip of the pen on the paper, and then replied, "If you have something to do, just leave." ”

"You really don't want to see me at all." said softly and muffledly, this sentence was in a flat tone, not a question sentence.

"You broke off the relationship with me, and now you blame me?" Nan Yang just wrote with a leisurely expression, and did not raise his eyes to look at Qinghuan.

"Yes...... I'm here to give you a ...... Gu solution," Qing Huan struggled.

"I'd rather you tell me the truth at that time, but you hide it from me, do you want me to share your weal and woe? Or do you think that I am such an unbearable person that I am not qualified to know about you at all? ”

"......" Qinghuan lowered her head and pursed her lips, then turned her face sideways and quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. She stood up a little crampedly and left without saying a word.

She was, indeed, at a loss for what to answer.

It turns out that this qiē blames himself. But indeed, she should also blame herself, all along, she was self-righteous. What things did she do, wishful thinking, how fair could she talk about Nanyang?

Junqiao and Shaoxiu watched Qinghuan leave in a hurry, and they didn't know whether to keep it or not, so they both looked at Nanyang.

Nan Yang finally raised her eyes to look at the back of Qinghuan leaving, her eyes seemed to be distracted, and the corners of her lips were very tight. A piece of writing on the paper is about to be completed, and it is a passage from a wind and rain in the Book of Songs.

The wind and rain are like obscurity, and the roosters are crowing. Seeing a gentleman, don't you like it?

She let out a long sigh and put down the pen in her hand, her fingertips caressing the undried ink.