"Haha, Lao Tzu won!"

Deng Changnian's ears were buzzing and roaring, as if he heard someone not far behind him happily saying: "As long as it is a newcomer, there can be a few who don't vomit!" You see how brave he was when he cut people, and he still had to vomit when he was relieved! ”

"You guys didn't throw up when you went to the battlefield for the first time! Take this to gamble, tsk, it's strange that the genius of the crotch dynasty who doesn't lose is a strange thing! Give money! ”

"Lao Tzu *his* the! Give money, give money! Another person said: "Haha, Lao Tzu didn't die today!" Survived again! He's s**! When Lao Tzu goes back, when he encounters the bull's nose that told Lao Tzu's fortune back then, he must tear off his arm! Phew! Say what Lao Tzu is a short-lived ghost! I don't believe it! I'm going to go back alive! ”

"Go back alive? Who doesn't want to go back alive! In the future, you will be able to survive some battles, and then you will be able to do it! ”

"Hey, how many people have you cut in a few days? Looks like we followed that kid and didn't catch any heads! When I remember people's heads for a while, I'm afraid it's going to be ugly! ”

"Anyway, this kid is really good, he looks as thin as a monkey, I didn't expect it to be so fierce!"

"He's down in this battle, at least five heads! The squad leader has arrived! ”

Deng Changnian heard these people buzzing behind him in thick voices, but he didn't hear what they were saying at all. Until a thick palm slapped him on the shoulder, almost slapping him into the blood, and shouted to him, "Hey, boy! Get up and count the heads! ”

"I've got a head, so I can go back and have a hot meal! Won the battle. The food is definitely good! There are big meat tubes full! ”

Deng Changnian listened to it and couldn't help but vomit loudly. There was another burst of laughter behind him.

He finally couldn't eat this big meal.

When he returned to the camp, he asked the scribe to borrow pen and ink with a white face, and listened to the noise outside, and Tibi wrote down a piece of paper, but he stood there stunned for a long time, and when the tip of the pen dripped ink, he came back to his senses and put down the pen, picked up the paper and looked at it for a while, and a wry smile appeared on his emaciated cheeks. Then he brought the piece of paper close to the candle. It burned.

I could vaguely see the words "A Ning, seeing words like meeting", but with the flash of firelight, it was soon gone.

……

Shen Rouning sat in front of the window. He was concentrating on writing a letter.

The bright autumn sun shines on the snow-white stationery. The ink that fell on it dries quickly.

on the balcony. A few pots of chrysanthemums are blooming beautifully.

Shen Duanrong was wearing a royal blue brocade robe, and was sitting on the table on the side to paint red.

Outside, under the hallway, a teapot was bubbling and bubbling. Bi Dong looked at the tea. While teasing the thrush birds in the golden wire cage under the porch, listen to their gentle and low chirp from time to time.

Shen Rouning returned to her home in Zhoushan and was writing a letter to Chen Gong in the capital.

“…… After a little gain, he made a painting, and although he was still dissatisfied, the color was much better than before, so he presented it to his grandfather for guidance...... I am worried that the color will not last long, and I feel that the paper is not satisfactory......"

Reading between the lines, there are many troubles that only a boudoir girl who has no worries about food and clothing, which makes people want to smile when they see it.

Shen Rou pondered for a long time before she made up her mind and wrote such a letter to Old Man Chen in the capital. She vaguely felt that if she told the old man about her little troubles and troubles, the old man should feel very relieved.

In the letter to Mrs. Shen, she did not write these contents.

Mrs. Shen Si would never put down her body and write to the Chen family. Shen Rou thought that as a daughter, it was always a comfort for her to write instead of her mother.

“…… If you have the opportunity, please ask my grandfather to transfer my father to a similar place in Yueyang, Hunan......"

Attached to the letter is a scene of a maple forest painted by her in heavy colors, as well as some simple small paintings that depict some scenes of their family's daily life. Although it is a small painting, it was painted by her heart.

She didn't want to go back to Beijing, she just thought that she could use this method to relieve the old man's pain of thinking about her daughter......

"Brother Rong, pick the big characters that you are satisfied with today, and send them to my grandfather to see, so that I can give some advice." Shen Rouning packed up the things she was going to send out, and said to Shen Duanrong.

Shen Duanrong hurriedly said: "Okay, sister, you wait, I will definitely write a few with my heart." ”

This nervousness, on the contrary, he did not write very well, wrote several photos, but he was not satisfied, he was sweating profusely and was very depressed.

"If you write calligraphy all at once, and give it to your grandfather, it will be a commentary, not a pointer." Shen Rouning walked over, personally picked out a few of the big characters he had written, and said, "That's it." If you don't write very well, your grandfather can guide you to improve. Don't understand this truth? ”

Shen Duanrong nodded and was taught, but he didn't want to show his unsatisfactory words to his grandfather, and he didn't dare to object to Shen Rouning's words, so he could only have a bitter face and a blank eye, and he was very unwilling to watch Shen Rouning fold a few of his big characters together, put them in a cowhide envelope, and sealed them with fire paint.

Shen Rouning's mood became extremely happy.

While the two sisters were talking, they saw a little boy come to the gate of the courtyard and said, "Girl, young master, young master cousin is here!" The lord told you to go out and meet you quickly! ”

"Young Master Cousin, which Young Master?" Shen Rouning asked.

If it is Chen Houji...... He is no longer a rare guest in the Shen family, most of them walked to the door and entered the inner courtyard without going through, where did he use Shen Si to specially send a small servant to invite them out.

"It's Young Master Chen!" The little guy hurriedly replied.

Has the legendary cousin Yun really arrived? Shen Rouning's eyes were shining, and she said with a smile: "I know, let's go over!" ”

The little guy ran away.

Shen Rouning put the envelope in the dark compartment and put it away, asked people to fetch water and wash her hands and face with Shen Duanrong, combed her hair again, saw that her clothes did not need to be changed, and walked to the main courtyard with Shen Duanrong.

"I don't know what kind of person Cousin Yun is?" Along the way, Shen Duanrong kept asking Shen Rouning: "I heard that the current text he made when he was eight years old was praised by many great Confucians, vying to include him in the door wall...... He must be very powerful, right? Will it give cousin Ji a good look? ”

Shen Rouning also wanted to know.

For this cousin Yun, they have really been famous for a long time.

"I heard Cousin Qi say that Cousin Yun Danqing is also very powerful, especially the flower and bird paintings, which are like the real ......" Shen Duanrong looked up at Shen Rouning, and there was almost no writing in his eyes: I don't know which one is better at painting than Cousin Yun's sister?

Shen Rouning couldn't help but pat his little head and said, "How powerful is Cousin Yun, will we not see each other soon?" What else to ask now! (To be continued......)