After lunch, Zhu Ping'an carried a jar of champion red, tied a bag of new tea and a box of ejiao with red rope, carried them together, and walked slowly to Shanghe Village in a breeze carrying soil moisture.

Zhu Ping'an went to Shanghe Village to visit his teacher, Zhuangyuan Red and New Tea were brought to his teacher, and Ejiao was brought to his wife. Time flies so fast, it's been a long time since I left Xiahe last time.

Shanghe Village and Xiahe Village are just separated by a water, and soon they arrived at the teacher's house in Shanghe Village, and as usual, the teacher's house is not closed, and you can walk in directly.

Walking into the courtyard, Zhu Ping'an was about to inform his teacher softly, so that his teacher and his wife would know that someone was coming. Before he could speak, Zhu Ping'an found that his mentor Sun was napping on the stone table in the courtyard, and in front of the stone table was the green bamboo in the courtyard. The breeze stirred the bamboo leaves, dyed with bamboo fragrance, and brought a bit of nobility.

There is a pot of tea on the stone table, and a pair of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and on the rice paper is a picture of the wind bamboo that has not yet been completed, and the bamboo has been painted and has not yet been inscribed. The teacher has always liked bamboo, and he drew this picture of wind bamboo, but the person who has not yet inscribed fell asleep, and he fell asleep when he was thinking about the inscription.

The old master Sun was old, Zhu Ping'an couldn't bear to disturb the master's rest, and he didn't know whether the old master Sun was sleeping deep or shallow, for fear that the footsteps would also disturb the master's rest, so Zhu Ping'an stopped and stood quietly in the courtyard, quietly waiting for the old master Sun to wake up from a nap.

Standing in the courtyard, blowing the breeze of Hexi, quietly looking at Xiao Xi's teacher, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but think of the days when he was a child.

"You boy, would you like to learn with me?"

"It's okay, Master won't take your restraints."

"Why, don't you want to?"

Old Master Sun's words that day rang in his ears from time to time, and the scenes of Old Master Sun's admission to the school in the past couldn't help but come to mind.

It's easy to find a teacher, but it's hard to find a good teacher who is responsible and qualified. A good teacher can avoid many detours, and Mr. Sun is such a teacher, Mr. Sun is a teacher who is truly virtuous and talented, and a real teacher who preaches and teaches and solves doubts.

Some modern animal teachers who molest little girls at every turn, as well as those who tirelessly slap students in universities on the grounds of "changing papers", "exams, graduate school entrance examinations, doctoral examinations", "do you want to progress", "evaluating scholarships", "introducing jobs", etc., are completely incomparable with Old Master Sun.

Oh, and I think about it again, it seems that some of the people who defend these "beasts" say this: pay more attention to the academic work of the teachers and less to the private life of the teachers.

Fuck off! To be a teacher, to be a teacher, is to be an example for others to learn in terms of character and knowledge, this is the teacher! You are good at academics, you are not worthy of being a teacher!

Forget it, I won't digress much.

The breeze is blowing, the bamboo leaves are rustling, and I don't know how long the time has passed.

Crunch......

A slight sound of the door opening sounded, the door of the main house of the master's house opened, and the sleepy-eyed master came out of the room, carrying an iron kettle in her hand, about to fetch water in the yard to boil water.

After the master opened the door, she saw the old master Sun lying on the stone table and taking a nap, she was not surprised at all, the old man likes bamboo, and sometimes he likes to take a lunch break in front of this bush of bamboo, and he is used to it.

But in the next second, Shi Niang felt as if she was dazzled, how could she see the old man's beloved disciple standing in the courtyard.

rubbed his eyes, fixed his eyes and looked again, and then made sure that he was not dazzled, and it was Zhu Ping'an who was standing like a log in the courtyard.

Zhu Ping'an saw his wife go out, smiled honestly, and bowed to his wife from afar, and also signaled to his wife when he saluted.

At this time, the master understood that Zhu Ping'an was standing there like a log, worried about disturbing the old man's sleep. Judging by the fallen leaves on his shoulders and head, this silly boy must have been standing here for a long time.

This stupid boy, why is he so stupid, standing for so long, his legs are sore, what should I do if my standing is broken, really, the old man will not lose a piece of meat if he sleeps for a while.

Relieved, but more distressed.

So, without saying a word, the master and wife went to wake up Old Master Sun, "Old man, wake up quickly, Zihou is here." ”

Seeing this, Zhu Ping'an touched his nose and smiled helplessly.

"You stupid boy, why are you still standing stupidly, come and sit, you've been standing for so long." After the master called Old Master Sun, she beckoned to Zhu Ping'an and asked Zhu Ping'an to come over for a meeting.

"Well, it's coming."

After Old Master Sun was woken up by his wife, he shook his head slightly, and turned his head to look at Zhu Ping'an who was standing in the courtyard.

"What's coming, I've been here for a while, I'm afraid of waking you to sleep, so I'll stand there when I enter the yard." The master said angrily.

Thick, thick! Respect for the teacher, there are few such people, and there are no more than Chengmen Lixue.

After listening to his wife's words, Old Master Sun was deeply touched, first touched his beard and looked at Zhu Ping'an and nodded repeatedly, and praised Zhu Ping'an even more, then shook his head again, stretched out his hand and beckoned Zhu Ping'an to come and sit down, "Next time, just wake up the old man directly." ”

"Teacher, Master." Zhu Ping'an walked over and stood in front of Old Master Sun and his wife to salute again.

It is true that after standing for a long time, my legs are a little sore, and I don't feel much when I stand up, and I feel as if my legs are a little uncontrollable when I walk, but Zhu Ping'an still overcame it and didn't show it at all, so as not to think too much about the master and his wife, and there was always a sincere smile on his face.

"Alright, don't salute, sit down." The master pulled Zhu Ping'an's clothes and pulled Zhu Ping'an to sit down on the stone bench next to Old Master Sun.

"Thank you, Mrs." Zhu Ping'an sat down and thanked his wife.

"You kid, what's polite, sit down and talk, you master and apprentice talk slowly." The master shook her head with a smile, then got up with the kettle, ready to go to the water tank to get a pot of water and then put it on the charcoal stove to boil water.

"Sit, come, and see how the old man's bamboo is."

Seeing that Zhu Ping'an wanted to get up and help his wife pour water, Old Master Sun stretched out his hand and pressed down twice, signaling that Zhu Ping'an didn't need to go over to help, and asked Zhu Ping'an to sit down and see how the wind bamboo picture he drew before taking a break.

Zhu Ping'an fell his eyes on the wind bamboo map, and saw strange stones standing on the rice paper, the pond was shallow, and the wind bamboo was counting. Mr. Sun used thick ink and light ink to outline the number of poles and bamboo on the side of the pool, the branches are straight, the bamboo leaves are luxuriant, or up or down, interspersed before and after, the breeze blows, the wind and bamboo swaying and swaying on the paper. If you look closely, you will find that Old Master Sun also used pen and ink to sketch several clumps of bamboo shoots under the wind bamboo, and vigorous vitality gushed out from the rice paper. (To be continued.) )