But soon Mei Shoushan collected the surprise in his eyes, and said businesslikely:

"Why are you here this time?"

"If you go back to Meishan, although Yong'er is no longer a student of Sihai Academy since then, Yong'er has been taken care of by Sihai Academy a lot over the years."

Hearing Mei Shoushan's words that he was afraid that his family would come to the door, Ye Hanxuan laughed instead of being angry, and his attitude was excellent:

"For this reason, I specially brought Yong'er to thank the mountain chief."

Now that others don't look down on her, it doesn't matter, she is not in a hurry, there will be times when these people regret it in the future!

"Thanks? Not really. ”

Hearing the word "Xie", Mei Shoushan shook his head, he didn't want to accept Ye Hanyong as a student at all.

What's more, accepting Ye Hanyong as a disciple was the most wrong decision he had made in his life, and Ye Hanyong's stupidity was even more shameful to Sihai Academy.

To put it bluntly, Mei Shoushan wished that Ye Hanyong would leave Sihai Academy quickly, where did he want to see Ye Hanyong again.

"Who did you ask to write this post?"

Mei Shoushan refused to accept Ye Hanxuan's thanks, but he was extremely curious about the content of the worship sticker.

Mei Shoushan has no other hobbies in his life, his favorite is bamboo, and he believes that "it is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo".

For this reason, there is a large dense bamboo forest behind the house, and there is a small kind of Jingzhu living in front of the house.

There are also many varieties of bamboo, including light bamboo, cinnamon bamboo, Xiangfei bamboo, arrow bamboo and square bamboo.

Not only is there bamboo outside the house, but there are also many bamboo paintings painted by Mei Shoushan himself, asked for by others, and even left by the ancients.

It can be seen that Mei Shoushan's bamboo is simply a kind of mirror land that goes crazy.

Mei Shoushan originally saw that the legendary Ye Hanxuan still knew politeness, but he glanced at the sticker out of curiosity.

It's just that when Mei Shoushan saw a few green bamboos on the worship sticker, his attitude immediately changed.

It can be said that the reason why Mei Shoushan is willing to see Ye Hanyong's rotten wood again is because of the bamboos on the sticker seal.

Hearing Mei Shoushan's conclusive words, Ye Hanxuan smiled, he was really a bamboo idiot, for the sake of bamboo, Mei Shoushan really worked hard!

"If you go back to Meishan, the bamboo on this worship sticker was drawn by the little girl herself."

Ye Hanxuan replied to Mei Shoushan with a smile, Ye Hanxuan was not surprised at all that Mei Shoushan said that he had asked someone to write the prayer post.

Listening to Ye Hanxuan's answer, Mei Shoushan straightened his lips unhappily:

"People are valuable and self-aware, and it is not a good habit for women to lie repeatedly."

Meishan said seriously, this worship post is indeed written by the little girl herself, there is nothing to lie about.

After all, a lie like this is not very valuable, and if it is false, isn't it too easy to be exposed? ”

Ye Hanxuan took out her own upbringing to speak, and didn't reply to Mei Shoushan directly, she disdained to lie such a retarded lie.

"yes, then you can draw it."

Mei Shoushan's eyes sank, and after glancing at Ye Hanxuan, he hurriedly unfolded the rice paper, took the pen and put it in Ye Hanxuan's hand, and said stubbornly.

Ye Hanxuan smiled, did not shirk, and stood very simply in front of Mei Shoushan's exclusive table, holding the pen and dipping the pen into ink.

Mei Shoushan stood beside Ye Hanxuan, watching Ye Hanxuan's wrist turn lightly, his fingertips were smart, the tip of the pen was lively and light, and the bamboo knots were displayed.

Seeing Ye Hanxuan pressing and mentioning, the bamboo joints were distinct, Mei Shoushan nodded secretly, but he did have some ability.

"Mei Shanchang, do you mind if I change the ink?"

After mentioning a few strokes, Ye Hanxuan stopped and said that he wanted to change the ink.

"Move fast."

Mei Shoushan's original satisfaction suddenly disappeared, and there was impatience in his eyes, painting, Mei Shoushan preferred to achieve it overnight, and the momentum was rendered.

Like Ye Hanxuan, his painting stopped, and even proposed to change the ink, Mei Shoushan only felt that his inspiration was interrupted and he was very irritable.

"Yong'er, grind the ink."

The more impatient Mei Shoushan was, the deeper the smile in Ye Hanxuan's eyes, and then waited for Ye Hanyong to sharpen the ink.

Feeling Mei Shoushan's impatience, Ye Hanyong glanced at Ye Hanxuan, who had been smiling all the time, took a breath, and kept his mind quietly grinding ink.

"Huh?"

When Ye Hanyong polished the ink and Ye Hanxuan picked up the pen again and continued to paint, Mei Shoushan, who had been staring at the painting, moved his nose, wondering if there was something wrong with his nose.

It's just that when there are more and more bamboo leaves in Ye Hanxuan's pen and the bamboo is completely formed, the faint and clear, seemingly nonexistent bamboo fragrance that lingers in front of Meishou Mountain's nose seems to be a little heavier.

Without waiting for Mei Shoushan to react, Ye Hanxuan's bamboo painting was completed:

"Meishan Chang, more than two months ago, I fell off the cliff, although Yong'er is worried about Fu Da's life, but the old injury has not healed.

So the following inscription, can I ask Yong'er to write it? ”

After completing the bamboo painting, Ye Hanxuan did not wait for Mei Shoushan to answer, and completely handed over the pen to Ye Hanyong's hands.

It wasn't until Ye Hanyong held the pen with Ye Hanxuan's residual warmth in his hand that he suddenly came back to his senses.

It turned out that when I was in Bezhuang before, the eldest sister practiced bamboo painting day and night for today.

"It's a pity ......"

Seeing Ye Hanxuan just stuffing the pen into Ye Hanyong's hand, Mei Shoushan's eyes were full of pity, and he looked like he couldn't take the painting from Ye Hanyong's pen.

Mei Shoushan has to admit that Ye Hanxuan, a little girl, paints bamboo well, and is really good, even better than herself.

Such a good bamboo painting, but it is going to be destroyed on Ye Hanyong's inscription, Mei Shoushan's distress can be imagined.

Originally, Mei Shoushan had thought about it, and no matter what, he had to leave this painting behind.

But once this painting is touched by Ye Hanyong, then no matter how good the work is, it will become a waste product.

Hearing the words "it's a pity", Ye Hanyong's hand holding the pen trembled.

Seeing Ye Hanyong's nervous concern for Mei Shoushan, Ye Hanxuan touched Ye Hanyong's head and calmed Ye Hanyong.

Didn't they do it many times when they were in Beshang?

Looking at the encouragement in Ye Hanxuan's eyes, Ye Hanyong took a deep breath, raised his pen a little, and wrote a poem:

Bamboo is born in the wilderness, and the clouds are towering. No one appreciates the high festival, and he holds his own chastity in vain.

"Good poetry!"

Originally, he thought that Ye Hanyong would definitely spoil Ye Hanxuan's painting, but when Mei Shoushan saw the poem written by Ye Hanyong, his eyes lit up, and he held the painting that had not yet dried and exclaimed:

"Good painting, good poetry. Good painting, good poetry! ”

Hearing Mei Shoushan's words, Ye Hanxuan was happy, can this word be bad?

Although she can't do it, she can copy it, Liu Xiaoxian's "Bamboo" she is very familiar with "memorization"!

"Sure enough, it smells!"

It wasn't until Mei Shoushan held the painting that he was sure that he didn't have an illusion before, and this painting not only had a bamboo god, a spirit, but even a bamboo spirit:

"Why, why is this so, why can I smell bamboo in this painting?!"

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Thank you for the tip, Momoda.