"Teacher...... How's it going? ”

After leaving the teacher for so many years and never contacting the teacher, Qiu Shuangliang felt a little guilty in his heart.

In the next five years, it is reasonable to say that he is in trouble, and others avoid him, and he also avoids others.

It's just that the first three years really can't be said, others have joined the army and sent letters to their families, and he hasn't greeted his teacher once since he left, but this doesn't mean that he has a cold temperament.

"The teacher is okay, in recent years, I have accepted some little brothers and sisters, and I feel comfortable with those little guys every day, since I came, I will go with my brother to meet the teacher."

With that, Yi Yunhe took Qiu Shuangliang to Bi Zhongjie's residence.

It was in a small courtyard not far from the Fengya Palace.

Although Bi Zhongjie has no official position, he has been in the palace for many years and has trained many servants for the imperial court.

The small courtyard is well decorated, and it is also good in this palace, the material layout is quite compatible with the Fengya Palace, and Bi Zhongjie also gave his small courtyard a small name Fengya House.

The courtyard is not large, but it is not easy to find a place to live in the palace with a private courtyard.

As far as Yi Yunhe beside Qiu Shuangliang is concerned, there is only an independent room, and several brothers are crowded together in a courtyard.

In Bi Zhongjie's yard, several eleven or twelve-year-old children are training, their bodies and movements are quite presentable, which is not much cooler than the original autumn frost.

Bi Zhongjie was guiding a child by hand, this child should not be ten years old, but he behaved much more than the other disciples.

Bi Zhongjie also attached great importance to this disciple of his, and even accepted him as a closed disciple.

It's just that although this kid is talented and capable, he has stage fright and can't get on the stage, which makes Bi Zhongjie very anxious.

The servants always have to come to power, and this stage fright is undoubtedly fatal to them, just like Zhao Kuo in the army, who only knows how to talk about soldiers on paper, and has killed hundreds of thousands of soldiers in vain.

Bi Zhongjie has been guiding the little girl, Qiu Shuangliang and Yi Yunhe have been standing aside and watching quietly, waiting, as if they have returned to the scene when Bi Zhongjie instructed them, the posture is wrong, the teacher came to help them adjust, and the singing was out of tune, and the teacher came to teach them sentence by sentence.

Yi Yunhe entered the small courtyard, Bi Zhongjie didn't see it, but those junior brothers and sisters did.

Studying all the time is not only hard but also tiring, for these eleven or twelve-year-old children, how to calm down, a little wind and grass will be distracted.

Those children all gathered around Yi Yunhe, looking at the autumn frost and cold curiously, the entire Fengya Hall was just those people, and they didn't know this new big brother.

It is not time that makes people grow, but experience, and these years of life have long added the taste of vicissitudes to the autumn frost.

The prosperity falls to see the world, but the world is a rainy day. Drive to Hongchen, Hongchen is a difficult road.

His eyes were very deep, and the children were stunned, which of these children didn't have a talent for opera, and which one didn't like to sing?

What they can see is the depth in their eyes, and what they can't see is the story in their hearts.

Bi Zhongjie felt the silence around him, straightened up, and saw the autumn frost, and there was a gust of wind blowing through the valley, and the lake was rippling at this moment.

"Teacher."

Qiu Shuangliang shouted, he hadn't seen him again for eight years, even if the current Bi Zhongjie was close to his sixtieth birthday and his hair was gray, Qiu Shuangliang recognized it at a glance.

Qiu Shuangliang took a few steps forward and rushed to Bi Zhongjie's side, remembering that he was also a tall person at the beginning, but now he is a little rickety, and he is a head shorter than Qiu Shuangliang.

"The teacher is above, and the autumn frost is cool to meet the teacher."

Qiu Shuangliang bowed to Bi Zhongjie dignifiedly.

"Hello, take a break."

Bi Zhongjie patted the little girl lightly, and then looked at Qiu Shuangliang.

"Come in with me."

As he spoke, Bi Zhongjie walked towards the house with Qiu Shuangliang, and Yi Yunhe also followed.

"Yunhe, the frost hasn't been here for a long time, go make a pot of tea, remember, use the best tea."

Bi Zhongjie stopped Yi Yunhe and only went into the house with Qiu Shuangliang.

"Whoa."

After entering the house, Bi Zhongjie instructed Qiu Shuangliang to close the door, and the group of children outside the room suddenly whispered like birds in flight.

"Is this the son of General Weiyuan? It's amazing! ”

A little girl said with a nymphomaniac look in her eyes.

"What's amazing, I used to be so glamorous, but I became like this, and I don't know how it happened."

Seeing the girl's eyes full of stars, the little boy next to him was immediately unhappy, and said sarcastically to Qiu Shuangliang.

"Hmph, even if others are down, they can still meet Kyoto with the song "Yellow Bridge Flying Sand", and it is regarded as a classic of the new era, the existence of such a person has nothing to do with his status, he will always be a big hero, you know how to talk about others, do you have the ability to do this?"

The little girl couldn't get used to hearing the boy say that her idol was not, and immediately retorted.

"Okay, don't talk about it, do you remember what the teacher said about him?"

Seeing that the two were arguing, the other persuaded him.

Ignoring the crowd, Nan Nan recalled the scene when he first saw the autumn frost, is that what the real Lingren looks like?

Confident, upright, even if he is choked by the throat of fate, he is so calm, like a walk in the middle of the lake, boating and slightly boiling, the fragrance of tea is not dispersed, and the reeds are the house.

A direction of progress in her heart gradually took shape, and it was this time that he saw the direction, and later, he became another well-known servant in the capital, which became a memory in history.

"Hey, why is there no sound?"

Outside the door, a group of children lined up neatly, all with their ears pressed against the wall.

Inside the door, Bi Zhongjie sat on the high seat and watched Qiu Shuangliang without saying a word, Qiu Shuangliang knelt down and sat down, with his head down, without making a sound.

The scent of flowers and tea remains faintly in the house.

I don't know how long it took, but a soft shout sounded outside the house: "What are you all doing there?" Walk around, do whatever you have to do. ”

Yi Yunhe dispersed the group of junior brothers and sisters, the door was pushed open, Yi Yunhe brought the tea in, and the fragrance of tea diffused, detonating the original residual tea fragrance in the house.

Yi Yunhe put down the tea and was about to turn around and leave, but this time he was stopped by Bi Zhongjie.

"Since you're here, let's sit down together, you brothers haven't seen each other for a long time."

"Teacher, drink tea."

Qiu Shuangliang stepped forward and poured a cup of tea for Bi Zhongjie and handed it to him.

Bi Zhongjie took the tea, took a sip of tea and put the teacup down.

"I want to ...... Hey, how did you end up in such a field? ”