"Uncle Zilong, wait a minute."

When Wang Lei was about to send Zhao Yun away, Sima Yi, the little ghost, suddenly spoke.

Zhao Yun asked, "Little Sima, is there something wrong?" ”

Sima Yi puffed up his chest, looked serious, and said seriously: "I'm not small, don't call me Little Sima." When my father was young, he was a few years older than me and had already married his mother; The elder brother also married a wife at a young age, and Uncle Zilong could be called Sima. ”

Wang Lei was in a cold sweat in his heart, and said in his heart: "The big man who left his name in history was so demonic when he was young? ”

Zhao Yun walked up to Sima Yi and rubbed his little head: "Sima, is there something wrong?" ”

Sima Yi opened his clear eyes and said, "Uncle Zilong, can you wait a little longer?" ”

"Oh, why?" Zhao Yun said.

Sima Yi pointed at Tong Yuan, looking like a little adult, and said solemnly: "Grandpa Tong is old, with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, wrinkles on his face, gray hair, and sparse beard, how pitiful, you can accompany him more." ”

The words touched the softest place in Zhao Yun's heart.

Tong Yuan had no children in his life and only had three disciples.

The eldest apprentice Zhang Ren, a native of Shu County, Zhang Ren followed Tong Yuan to learn martial arts, and returned to Yizhou to develop after learning to go out of the mountains. Tong Yuan is in Jizhou, Zhang Ren is in Yizhou, and the distance between the two sides is not tens of thousands of miles, and it is difficult to meet; The second apprentice Zhang Xiu, a mighty man in Xiliang, Zhang Ren's uncle Zhang Ji is a small warlord and has an army, Zhang Xiu returned to the army to serve Zhang Ji after learning to go out of the mountain, and Zhang Xiu did not have time to come back to visit Tong Yuan.

Zhao Yun was a disciple of Tong Yuan in his later years, and after following Tong Yuan for so many years, he never met Zhang Xiu and Zhang Ren who came back to visit Tong Yuan.

After he left, Tong Yuan was alone again.

Zhao Yun looked at Tong Yuan, who had gray hair, and his eyes moistened.

"Teacher, disciple is not filial!"

Zhao Yun knelt down and choked up: "The disciple only cares about his own affairs, but he forgets that the teacher is alone. The disciple stayed for the time being and stayed with the teacher for a while. ”

Zhao Yun lowered his head, feeling guilty.

Tong Yuan's eyes were moist, he rubbed his sour eyes, and walked over to help Zhao Yun up.

He stretched out his thin and thick palm, patted Zhao Yun's shoulder, and comforted: "I'm used to being a teacher, it's not a big deal." You're still young, young people have to go out and have to make a career. You have been following your teacher to learn martial arts since you were a child, and the teacher still doesn't understand your temperament? For the teacher and your Uncle Du to go to Ye County, and now there is Uncle Wang as a companion, not alone. Don't worry, just let go and go for a while, just remember that there is an old man waiting for you to return safely. ”

Zhao Yun nodded again and again, and his heart was even more moved.

"Disciple will talk to the teacher again!"

Zhao Yun and Tong Yuan sat together, and the master and apprentice were like father and son.

Wang Lei beckoned, and Sima Yi ran over with a tiger's head and said, "Uncle Hutou, is there something wrong?" ”

Wang Lei said: "Uncle asks you a question, Sima is so smart, he must know." ”

Sima Yi held his little head high, looked like an adult, and said proudly: "You say, I know everything and say everything, and I will definitely solve the doubts in your heart." With me here, there is no problem that cannot be solved. ”

Wang Lei asked: "With your seniority, shouldn't you call Grandpa Tong and Uncle Zilong?" ”

Sima Yi smiled at the corner of his mouth, and replied with a smile: "Although I am a generation with Uncle Zilong, I am young, my mother said, I can eat well when I am young, I can be better, I can be taken care of by adults, and I am better to be a junior." ”

"You're smart, boy!"

Wang Lei shook his head in his heart, this kid is really a demon.

Time passed, it was already sunset, although it was early spring, the cold of the end of winter was still there, and the gusts of cold wind blew, making people can't help but tighten their clothes. The temperature plummeted, and white snowflakes fell in the sky, falling on the face, cold and cold.

The dusk sunset, white snowflakes, and cold winds blowing......

Wang Lei glanced at Zhao Yun and Tong Yuan, and sighed lightly in his heart, he couldn't keep Zhao Yun, so he could only take his time in this matter.

Zhao Yun put on a robe for Tong Yuan and said, "Teacher, the disciple is leaving, take care of your body." ”

Tong Yuan smiled and waved his hand: "Let's go, let's go!" ”

Sima Yi looked at Zhao Yun without blinking, and said, "Uncle Zilong, wait a minute!" ”

Zhao Yun smiled and said, "What's the matter with Sima?" ”

Sima Yi pointed to Hu Zhao, who was immersed in calligraphy, with a sly look in his eyes, and said: "When the teacher and friends get together, when the friends leave, the teacher will write a poem or something to give to the friends who left." You are about to leave, and Uncle Hutou is the master of Jizhou, so simply let Uncle Hutou follow the teacher's example and give you a poem or something. ”

Sima Yi crossed his hands on his hips, did not allow Zhao Yun to refute, and said loudly: "Teacher, get out of the way, Uncle Hutou is going to write a poem to Uncle Zilong, and you can see Uncle Hutou writing again." ”

Hu Zhao came to his senses in an instant, and quickly got up and stood beside him.

Sima Yi said: "Teacher, am I smart? ”

Hu Zhao rubbed Sima Yi's head, the corners of his mouth were hooked, with an expectant look, and said, "Count you kid smart!" ”

Sima Yi said with a blank eye: "Can you not copy books at night?" ”

"Nian did a good deed in you, excuse me!" Hu Zhao rubbed his hands and looked excited.

Wang Lei took it upon himself and said: "Zilong is about to leave, I will be ugly again!" ”

Zhao Yun did not refuse, he was familiar with military books, both civil and military, and he was quite greedy for Wang Lei's words. It is also very good to be able to collect a pair of words written by Wang Lei, and copy them from time to time after I go back.

Wang Lei picked up his robe and sat down, picked up the pen, but did not rush to put down the pen and think carefully.

This time, it really has to be the right time.

At the end of winter and early spring, the sunset is vast as far as the eye can see, with dusky clouds covering the sky, and a faint drift of snow......

Half an hour, quickly slipping through the fingertips.

No one bothered Wang Lei, the riverside was quiet, and the cold wind was blowing and whirring. Hu Zhao looked at Wang Lei in front of him, the state of mind that was like water was like water for the first time, there should be no surprises for this kid, right?

Pregnant!

Wang Lei's eyes lit up, and he had a draft in his heart.

Wang Lei laid out the Caihou paper on the desk, the pen was dipped in ink, and the pen was like the wind.

Don't Zilong thousands of miles of yellow clouds and daylight, and the north wind blows geese and snow.

Don't worry about the road ahead without knowing yourself, who in the world doesn't know you?

Stopping the pen, Wang Lei dried the ink and handed the painting to Zhao Yun's hand.

Hu Zhao's eyes widened, his hands were itching, his heart was itching, and he couldn't wait to receive this character into his arms, but this was a gift from Wang Lei to Zhao Yun, obviously not his share. After Zhao Yun took it, he read it carefully, and his expression was pleasantly surprised, and the momentum and artistic conception of the whole poem made Zhao Yun moved.

In the last two sentences, Zhao Yun was even more excited.

Don't worry about the road ahead without knowing yourself, who in the world doesn't know you?

Zhao Yun calmed down his excited heart, put away the painting, looked at the person in front of him who seemed to be a confidant, a friend, and an enemy, and hugged his fists and said: "It's getting late, Lord Wang doesn't have to send him off, say goodbye." ”

Without hesitation, turning around, Zhao Yun walked briskly, rode the prepared horse and left.

The horses' hooves fluttered, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

Hu Zhao stared at Wang Lei, his eyes were hot, he rubbed his hands and said, "Tiger head, your kid's poems are also first-class." This poem is different from the current popular poetry pattern, but it is concise and concise, and the momentum and artistic conception can be called a swan song for the ages.

Han Mengyu frowned, thinking of a poem written by Wang Lei in the State Pastoral Mansion, which is also in this pattern.

At that time, Wang Lei said that it was an excerpt and borrowed from others. But Wang Lei wrote such a poem again, Han Mengyu had some doubts in his heart, these two poems are first-class, and it is impossible for no one to know after they are made, the only possibility is that Wang Lei made it.

Thinking of this, Han Mengyu was excited, but he didn't break it.

The weather was getting colder, and after Zhao Yun left, Wang Lei instructed the soldiers to clean up and prepare to spend the night in the surrounding villages.