Meng Shaoqing didn't seem to hear it, his energy was still on the book in his hand, his expression was happy and sad, but he didn't turn a page for a long time. It turned out that he was not reading.

I stood there stunned, looking at him quietly, with mixed feelings in my heart, and I couldn't tell what I could say. The warm sunlight poured in, and the air was filled with a fragrance of agarwood, books, and ink.

A little girl appeared in front of me, the little girl was surrounded by a bunch of children, scolding "The wild child is really bad, there is a mother who has no father to love ......" The little girl angrily pushed the little boy who screamed the most fiercely to the ground, the little boy got up and pushed down the little girl, "The wild child is not educated!" The little girl got up and didn't cry, she ran out of the group of children fiercely, found a corner where no one was there and cried for a while, then wiped her tears, and went home as if it was fine, and when she got home her mother was going to beat her because of the dirt all over her body, she didn't say a word......

My vision slowly blurred.

Meng Shaoqing suddenly raised his head at this time, looked up at me, and saw that it was me who seemed to be startled, and the books in his hand fell on the table, he stood up in a panic, his face was a little sneering, "Why are you here?" When did it come? ”

I didn't expect him to see me at this time, so I lowered my head in panic to hide my emotions, "I...... Just...... Come! ”

He also seemed a little embarrassed, was silent for a while, and said with a smile: "Are you still used to living?" ”

I casually responded, "Hmm! ”

"Are you still used to eating?"

"Hmm!"

He smiled, "That's good, tell me if there's anything you're not used to." ”

I let out an "oh" and didn't know what to say for a while. I couldn't help but scold myself, when I first came in, I was still proud and ambitious to do a big job, how could I be timid when I came in! No, you must not be soft-hearted!

I took a breath, squeezed out a smirk, and pointed to a brush on the desk, "Can I write if I want?" ”

Meng Shaoqing listened and said hurriedly: "Of course you can!" Of course! "I hurriedly went to spread out a piece of rice paper, took pine, bamboo, plum, and stone inkstones, and studied the ink for me. He prepared the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and then beckoned to me, "Okay, come and write!" ”

I walked over, sat down, picked up the brush, and wrote the words "one, two, three, four, five" on the snow-white paper, one by one, crooked, how ugly and ugly.

Meng Shaoqing looked at the words I wrote on the side, and instead of criticizing, he smiled and said, "It's okay, if you write more, you will be able to write." Come, I'll teach you! ”

As he spoke, he walked behind me, held my right hand, and wrote the word "one" hand in hand, and said while writing: "Writing, first of all, the pen must be upright and not crooked, the hand must be steady and not shaking, and the heart must be quiet and not have distracting thoughts......

However, at the moment my mind was not at all writing, and I did not listen to what he said, but quietly looked at the old hand that held my hand.

Once upon a time, I longed so much for a father who would stand up and protect me when I was being bullied. Once upon a time, I wished that there was a father who could be like a big umbrella, behind me, sheltering me from the wind, frost, rain and snow. How ironic it is that my wish was fulfilled when I no longer needed it.

I glanced back at him, and although his face looked calm, his eyes were full of surprise and satisfaction, and his breathing seemed to be a little shorter, not like a deliberate pretence, but really happy.

I couldn't help but feel a little shaken in my heart, was it really not him? Did he really know that he was wrong and wanted to make amends to me?

No, there are some things that you can't forgive if you do it, you can't be soft-hearted, have you forgotten what your mother has suffered all these years? Just give you a good look and forget?

My heart slowly cooled. Pulled his hand out of his hand suddenly, "I don't need you to teach, I'll write it myself!" ”

Meng Shaoqing's smile froze on his face, and he walked away a few steps awkwardly, "Okay, you write it yourself!" ”

I thought about it for a while, and wrote a few more words: the bridge is in the shade of the willows, and the smoke surrounds the green water.

Meng Shaoqing was a little surprised when he saw it, "How do you know this poem?" ”

Sure enough, it has something to do with him. I was suddenly a little scared in my heart, why do you remember, why do you force me to read. Are you? No, it must have been overthinking.

I lowered my eyes and said, "My mother told me." ”

Meng Shaoqing was stunned for a moment and sighed, "She actually remembers." I remember that time, it was the first time we came to Tengcheng......" he said as his voice slowly lowered, as if recalling something.

I sneered in my heart, are you embarrassed to say this, aren't you ashamed?

I did not hesitate any longer, and while he was deep in thought, my hand quietly reached over, and as if it was not small, I touched the inkstone to the ground, and it fell on the stone slab and broke in half. It's a pity that this quality is so good that it only broke in half.

The ink spilled, and I pretended to be frightened, "I didn't mean to!" In a panic, he bent down to pick up the broken inkstone, and when he picked it up, he deliberately dipped his hand in the ink, making his hands full of black ink.

Meng Shaoqing glanced at the inkstone, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!" You don't pick it up, just leave it there. As he spoke, he pulled me up.

I pretended to be scared and kept waving my hands, "I didn't mean to!" Not on purpose! He said that his hand accidentally touched his clothes and wiped him again. I was even more scared and yelled and took two steps back, "I really didn't mean to!" ”

Meng Shaoqing looked at his clothes and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay!" Don't be afraid! ”

I seemed to be frightened, staggered back a few steps, and accidentally hit my back against the wall, I turned around in panic, and a pair of black hands happened to press on the "Spring Tour", and there was immediately a pair of black palm prints on the painting. I panicked even more, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" What to do? What to do? ”

As I spoke, I was so frightened that I wanted to wipe the palm prints off the painting, but the more I wiped them, I exclaimed, "How can this be?" ”

Meng Shaoqing pulled me away, looked at the painting distressedly, and said to me, "It's okay! Never mind! Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! Go wash up. ”

"Then I'll go!" As he spoke, he turned around and left, walked a few steps and then turned back and said, "I really didn't mean to!" ”

Meng Shaoqing said helplessly, "I know you didn't mean it, go quickly!" Although his face was a little unsightly, he was not angry, but a little helpless and distressed. He wasn't angry!

Did he not see that I was doing it on purpose, or did he see it and not get angry? Is he really not angry, or is he pretending not to be angry?