Sunlight shines through the vine trellises into the pavilion and shines on the people's bodies and chessboards. The young master and Martin killed plate after plate, and brought lunch to the stone table.

The two of them were very happy to kill, and they drank wine, and they said high and low, which sounded like they were happy, and when the two of them sang foreign songs together, they were so happy that the fool was a little scared.

In the afternoon, Wu's mother accompanied the young grandmother into the corridor pavilion. Leather cushions were laid on the stone bench, and the young grandmother sat down between her husband and the foreigner. The grandmother is still the same, staring at the chessboard, her face is white like a big flower, and her eyes are like butterflies on a flower.

She stayed until they finished their last game of chess. The two sides of the chess game have not retreated, and they have always been happy, but the style of chess is very different from the past. It seems that the second young master started first, Martin was stunned for a moment, and then followed.

Every time they captured a piece, they threw it hard and threw it into a pond several feet away. Throw it once and laugh once. The chess pieces floated among the lotus leaves one by one, like a school of small fish. After the chess game was over, they were also tired, and the young grandmother who was resting quietly in the porch pavilion had a whiter face, staring at the empty chessboard and refusing to look up.

The fool walked out of the ear room and used the net that he usually fished for sundries to catch chess pieces. The young master saw it, smiled, and didn't speak. Martin also saw it, and when he saw that his arms were too short, he rushed to help. The young master muttered something, and Martin sighed, snatching the bamboo handle of the net, his face, neck, and nose flushed.

The young master said, "Mother Wu, go into the house and get a comb."

Mother Wu brought the comb box.

The young master wore his hair scattered, and the young grandmother buried her head deeply.

The young master said, "Shuping, can you comb it for me?"

"Do you want braids?"

"Yes, there should be a person."

"Hair is still short"

"Short is short, whatever you want to comb"

The eldest young grandmother stood behind the young master, and her big belly almost touched his spine. The young grandmother combed very carefully, asking if it hurts or not, whether it is tight. The young master said that it doesn't hurt, it's not tight, it's fine. The whole yard could only hear the sound of the wooden comb scraping the hair, and the sound of the wire net stirring the water in the pond.

Martin didn't look at the pavilion, didn't look at it, stared intently at the chess pieces in the water, as if they were really small fish that would run away if they were accidental.

The young grandmother combed a braid for the young master, the braid was not long, but it was very beautiful. The fool stumbled upon two people with tears in their eyes.

Wu's mother hid far away from the porch. The fool also hid in the distance, wanting to look that way, but he didn't dare to look that way. He placed the pieces that Martin had fished up on the stone steps under the window of the transept, and Martin was not satisfied, so he came over and lined them up in two teams according to their colors. He did this tedious thing for a long time.

At night, the fool helped the young master use a small funnel to sprinkle medicinal noodles on the brick floor of the corridor. The medicine surface is sprinkled as thin as the line, twisted and curved, and has been drilled out of the corridor pavilion on the rockery. The people in Meifu saw that the lively people had arrived, and the young master drew a match and lit the dragon. The sparks flew forward, spewing out different colors, and when they burned out of the pavilion, it seemed that the entire rockery was on fire.

Like a young master and child, he ran forward behind the sparks until he reached the bottom of the rockery. He just ran along, and didn't make a sound, and the shadow dangled in the firelight, which made people feel very uncomfortable. But the people who watched the excitement cheered loudly.

The old lady was very happy to see it, and when she was leaving, she asked the fool to fill the water tank in the side room, and said that she was careful of the fire, and that it was really good. When the fire was lit, the fool saw the face of the young grandmother and the face of Martin, and the faces of many others.

As soon as the fire was extinguished, the faces were gone. The fool carried a bucket to fill the tank, and after carrying it twice, he found that there was only one person left in the courtyard.

The young master said in the house, "Fool, come in. ”

The fool stepped on wet shoes and went in and stood at the door. The young master sat on the chair, his face flushed. He took off his coat, his white cloth coat was like a filial piety dress, and a wide blue cloth belt was wrapped around his waist, and the belt was tied with a beautiful knot at the navel, which was very particular in the eyes of the gang's own people. Of course, the fool had long thought of him as a leader in the gang.

"Okay?"

"Good!"

"I always want to sprinkle the medicinal powder on the Qiongshi cliff of Qinglong Mountain, so that the whole basin will light up. I can't do this in this life. ”

"The young master is a strong man, he can do whatever he wants"

"Am I strong? I'm the least useful person. Fool, you help me pull out the cotton out of this piece of cotton. ”

The shoulders were spread out on the table, and a slit was torn at the neckline, revealing snow-white cotton. The fool put the iron hook that picked up the brazier from there, and pulled it out little by little. The shoulder is made of foreign cloth, and the double-layered surface is double-layered, and it is very strong.

While doing this inexplicable thing, the fool pondered what the second young master wanted to do. The prepared medicine noodles burned out in the courtyard, and the windowsill on the ground was filled with empty glass bottles. The young master looked like he had done a great job. He grabbed the cotton that the fool had taken out, kneaded it into a ball, and wiped his hands with it, and wiped the sides of his nose, the handles of his chairs and the lampshades.

The sound of a buzzing gong came from the town street.

The young master suddenly said, "What should they do?"

"Who?"

"Them"

The fool blushed, and the cat ran out to catch mice again.

"You answer honestly, what are they going to do?"

"There's only one way. Don't blame you for saying the wrong thing, young master."

"What's the solution?"

"Run"

"Where are you going?"

"The farther the better!"

"How do you run?"

"I don't know!"

The young master frowned and smiled. The fool felt that he had been caught again, and his heart was not happy.

"Young master, who hit Martin with a cold gun?

"What do you say?"

The fool had the audacity to ask, "Is that you?"

Mei Renhou's face shuddered. ”

"What do you say? Do you think I'm not?

"It's not."

"You should tell the shooter about that."

"The people of the town are also blind to the nonsense they talk about."

"Let the family say go."

"Young Master, you have to be careful when you do things"

"Ear, go back to sleep"