After three rounds of drinking, the white-headed old man swayed down the Qingchuan Pavilion, shook his hand and refused Ji Yanxiang's send-off, and he gradually walked away in the night with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The time is just right, not early or late, and the sky shines in the middle of the moon.

The old man's residence is in the depths of the Dayi Forest next to the Lotus Lake, an old house, a low fence, and next to it is an old warehouse that stores the examination papers and articles of the scholars of the academy, but the age is really old and in disrepair, and the inventory is full, it has not been opened for a long time.

This is the most remote corner of Qingcheng Academy, even when the day is empty, it is inaccessible and desolate.

Pushing the door into the house, the old man sat on a chair, propped up Erlang's legs, and struggled to take off his boots.

The boots were tight, and the old man blushed and panted, and finally pulled a set of tea sets on the table next to the chair to the floor.

"It's really not good!" The old man laughed.

"Why do you drink so much again?" A young girl came out of the room with a frown, her face full of complaints, and her high ponytail was warped with her steps, pure and lovely.

The old man's laughter turned into a sneer, like a thief who had been caught.

"Haven't slept yet? It's so late, I'm afraid that the old man woke you up? ”

"You know it's so late? How old are you and still patronizing and drinking, how many times have you been talking? The girl, whose face was covered with frost, came and squatted down to help the old man take off his boots.

Feeling the secret strength of the girl's hand, the old man grinned and didn't dare to pit.

This is said to be a maid, but the feelings are more like a granddaughter's general little girl has great strength, and the control of the meridians and acupoints is excellent, whenever the old man is wrong, she can always find the right time to pinch the old man like a needle into the body, and also known as "Shu meridian activity is good for your body".

I don't know if it was secretly taught to her by her uninhibited senior brother in private.

"Yes, yes, I drank two glasses less with Brother Ji Yan, you see how much the old man didn't drink." The old man endured the numbness in half of his legs, and laughed softly.

"Not much! I can't take my shoes off! The girl wrinkled her beautiful nose and gritted her teeth.

"It's all persuaded by Ji Yan's kid, I have to say that I am greedy, and I won't let the old man go!" The old man had no righteousness and pushed it all away.

"Hmph." The girl finally showed mercy, snorted heavily, stood up, put her boots neatly in the doorway, and brought another basin of hot water.

The water temperature is just right, neither lukewarm nor hot.

The girl squatted on the ground and rolled up her sleeves to wash the feet of the old man.

She knew that the old man had suffered a severe injury to his lower limbs when he was young, and he had already fallen to the root of the disease, and his feet were as cold as frost no matter how hot or cold it was.

So no matter how late the old man came back, the girl would prepare a basin of hot water that had been warmed up several times.

Year after year, day after day, nothing is missed.

He's her only relative.

"Ying'er, in the future, you will go to sleep by yourself at such a late hour, you don't have to wait for the old man, the old man of this huge Qingcheng Academy only has such a friend to talk to, it's really boring." The old man cooperated with the girl's movements and took the initiative to raise his feet and rub them, with a fatherly love and pity.

It's just that the wine in his mouth is smoking, and his words are stumbling.

The girl named Ying'er didn't raise her head, but was still angry: "If you are bored, you have to drink?" You see Grandpa Cheng playing chess, playing the piano and writing when they are fine, isn't it good! ”

The old man snorted coldly and sneered: "Their stinky chess baskets, after a hundred moves, they have no enterprising spirit, and they are not interesting to play chess!" ”

"Yes, you're amazing!" Ying'er said yes again and again, and the perfunctory meaning in her mouth was obvious.

"Hey, it's not the old man who is boasting, there are three factions in the chess world in the world, and they can ...... with the old man's chess strength."

Before she finished speaking, Ying'er deliberately sighed, raised her head impatiently with a frown, and stared at the old man with a pair of bright eyes.

She has heard this since she was a child, and she can almost recite it backwards.

In the second half of the old man's words, several names that pierced his forehead and ears were swallowed alive, and he laughed awkwardly.

Ying'er squinted at the old man with disdain, and lowered her head again: "Grandpa Cheng came here again just now, and seeing that you were not there, I left a sub-post for you." ”

The old man snorted in his nose and said, "This old thing wants to invite me to the Daode Hall to listen again, it's really annoying!" ”

"Then go ahead." Ying'er agreed casually.

"Don't go! Over the years, the debates at the top of each session have been clichés, and most of them are rhetorical and exaggerated, with empty tongues but no definite talents, such as scratching their boots, and listening to them is uncomfortable. ”

"Oh." Ying'er took a towel to wipe her feet, what kind of debate in this Qingcheng Academy, what kind of vertical and horizontal games, she is not a student, and she doesn't care about these.

The old man shook his head and said coldly: "Hmph, I don't know when this Qingcheng Academy has also been infected with the bad habit of having to talk clearly, occasionally a few people who dare to talk about current affairs are suppressed early by those old stubborn people can't raise their heads, the old man sees that this Qingcheng Academy is more and more singing praises and virtues, and there is no arrogant and outspoken scholar of my generation, but it is stained with copper stench, and if it goes on like this, the old man in this place will not be able to stay anymore, and we will have to move again." ”

"Huh? Are you moving again? We've only been here for a long time, and no one recognizes us except Grandpa Cheng and Grandpa Huo. The old man's words of emotion were stinky and long, Ying'er didn't listen to a word, only noticed that he said that he was going to move again, and he didn't have to worry about what he said just now, and suddenly became anxious.

The old man saw it in his eyes, laughed, and his exclamation was swept away: "Little girl, you are reluctant to Ji Yan's kid." ”

"What nonsense, disrespect for the old!" Ying'er snorted.

"Hahaha, the old man saw that you didn't sleep so late today, are you still waiting for that kid to send me back?"

"You still say! Don't you want to eat tomorrow! "Ying'er is in a hurry.

The old man laughed, how could the girl hide this little bit of caution from this old guy who was nearly 100 years old and vicious, and wanted to laugh a few words, seeing that the girl picked up the footcloth and was about to throw it over, he hurriedly waved his hand and smiled: "Don't say it, don't say it, hahaha, you young people can't take care of it, look at it yourself!" Hahaha! Go, bring Cheng Hao's post, this old thing, seeing that I'm not passing on a word, it's over, and I still leave a post for the old man, don't you just want to deceive the old man a few words, what kind of caution! That's it, the old man is in a good mood today, and a few words of reward him will be a congratulatory gift for his 80th birthday! ”

The girl's face was red, and she stood up and ran away quickly.

After a while, he took out Cheng Hao's post and the four treasures of the study, and grinded and added candles with his hands.

She hates to see the old man drink the most, and she loves to watch the old man write.

The white-headed old man stretched his chest and raised his arms, held his long hair in his hands, and stood on the ground barefoot, drunk but complacent, and suddenly he was as wild and uninhibited as the poet Li Bai who asked Gao Lishi to take off his boots and robe.

The pen is full of ink, and it does not stop.

Four simple words, but like a flying dragon and a phoenix.

"The old man doesn't go"

Ying'er stretched out her head to look, and couldn't help but sneer: "That's it?" ”

"What else?" The old man laughed and threw the pen away, splashing ink all over the table.

Seeing Ying'er glaring angrily, the old man's arrogance suddenly dissipated, and he smiled and said, "It's good to make another payment." ”

It's a straight down again, hearty.

"Drunken Eight Bucket Gift"

Just four words, every word is worth ten thousand gold!

Everyone in the world knows Wang Yizhi, called Badou.

Ying'er deliberately and obviously straightened her face, pursed her lips and blamed: "I finally studied ink, and you wrote such a few words, you are stingy!" ”

After many years of escapism, Wang Yizhi, a genius who has passed away, laughed: "When Xun Yin returns from trying his sword, the old man will write a thousand words to make a martial arts comment!" ”