"My name is Zhuang Si, and I don't have a word yet."

That's why the Orchid Temple came about.

"Yes." Qiu Yi didn't say much, and after drinking the medicine, he lay down to rest.

Second Young Master Zhuang took care of the loss and left with the medicine bowl.

Just a few days after it was warm, a cold spring made the people of the capital wrap their jackets again.

Second Young Master Zhuang even set up a stove and spent his days in the house with charcoals.

But as soon as I heard that the lake on Nanzheng Mountain was frozen, and I could skate on it, someone couldn't sit still, and after class, I spread my head and went to Nanzheng Lake.

Nanzheng Lake is on the top of the mountain, and the natural mountains and rivers converge to form it, with clear water quality and elegant environment.

The ice was light and thin, and it seemed that it could not carry the weight of an adult, so the second young master Zhuang took a cautious step on it, and was pulled back to the shore by the little guy.

"Young master, it's too dangerous, let's wait until the end of the year to come back."

Second Young Master Zhuang glanced at the little guy, quite displeased.

The little guy was flustered, looking left and right to find relief.

Vaguely, I saw a figure shaking on the side of the mountain, walked over to check, and said in surprise: "Young master, there seems to be someone there." ”

"Oh, who?" Second Young Master Zhuang dragged his shoes, swaggered away, walked to the lake, and through the branches of the shrubs, he saw Master Qiu in the distance dressed in a plain shirt and picking camellias.

The white and flawless camellia flowers are hidden among the dark green tea trees, crystal clear, chic and elegant.

"Master Qiu!" Second Young Master Zhuang screamed violently, waking up Master Qiu, who was immersed in his own world.

Qiu Yi turned around, and after seeing the visitor, a little displeasure swept between his indifferent eyebrows, as if he was disturbed, after picking the flowers at hand, he walked down the mountain with a bamboo basket.

Second Young Master Zhuang was like a bomb at one point, and when he saw that he was being ignored, his temper came up, and he hummed and followed Master Qiu.

Halfway up the mountain, there is a flat land in the mountain forest, and a bamboo house stands quietly.

"Young Master...... Don't skate anymore? ”

"I don't want to play anymore." Zhuang Xiaoling put on his coat again and got into the bamboo house.

As if he didn't see anyone in the house, Qiu Yi went to the window by himself, washed the camellia and poured boiling water.

For a while, the fragrance of tea lingered and spread all around.

Second Young Master Zhuang smelled the smell, cleared his throat, and said, "I want to drink it too." ”

"Pick it yourself."

The little guy looked at the two of them and hurriedly said, "Young master, wait a minute, I'll get the little one." ”

The little guy slipped out, and in less than a stick of incense, he came in with a bunch of camellia flowers and put them in front of Qiu Yi, "Please also ask Master Qiu to do it, make a bubble for the young master, the little hands are clumsy and stupid, and they won't do this delicate work." ”

Qiu Yi looked out the window for a long time, finally got up and picked up the camellia, and went into the side room to boil water and tinker.

Second Young Master Zhuang immediately jumped up from the chair and walked to the place where Shi Cai Qiu was sitting: "What is she looking at, so fascinated?" ”

Outside the wooden window are three or two plum trees, still very short, it is estimated that they were planted, and the branches are dotted with scattered white flowers.

Second Young Master Zhuang lowered his head and sniffed, and there was still a faint fragrance after three feet.

The three friends of the cold year, Ling Han shows his coldness and style, it is true.

In this cold day, especially on the mountain, only the green pine and thin snow, white plum and green bamboo are a little interesting.

Pick up the teacup on the table and sniff it lightly.

It is said that flowers are the essence of plants and trees, and countless hours have been poured into it, and you can know one or two from its fragrance.

Life is always magical.

The twelve-year-old Second Young Master Zhuang suddenly calmed down in his heart for a few seconds.

But it was only a few seconds, and he tumbled out of the small wooden window, and used brute force to pull up all three plum blossoms.

By the time the little guy reacted, a certain young master was already out of breath, leaning against the window and laughing.

"Young master, what are you doing with them?" The little girl was nervous and flustered, and looked towards the side room from time to time, for fear that Master Qiu would suddenly come in through the door.

"Young master, hurry up and plant it back, and when Master Qiu comes to see it, I won't be angry with you!"

Second Young Master Zhuang was puzzled, and asked suspiciously: "Why is he angry with me, I will plant trees in the Zhuangfu Silan Courtyard for him, so that he doesn't have to come all the way to take care of them." ”

Although Nanzheng Mountain is not far from Zhuang's Mansion, in the cognition of Second Young Master Zhuang, it is absolutely wise to get the tree back.

The little guy was in a hurry and wanted to jump out of the window to replant the tree.

Second Young Master Zhuang stopped, the two of you pushed me to grab it, and forcibly broke a plum tree.

"What are you doing?"

Master Qiu came, holding a tray with two teacups on it.

After seeing the situation outside the window, Qiu Fuzi's face became more and more indifferent, and he said in a cold voice: "Go out." ”

Second Young Master Zhuang was stunned and wanted to say something, but was finally dragged around the bamboo house by the little maid and went out.

When I walked to the door, I saw Qiu Fuzi carrying a small hoe and walking unhurriedly to the back of the bamboo house.

Looking through the wooden window through the gate, you can see the low figure of Qiu Fuzi, who is replanting the tree.

Second Young Master Zhuang and Xiao Wei were guarding outside the door, and after a while, they saw Qiu Fuzi holding a small hoe in his hand, which was stained with mud, and a broken plum tree in his other hand, obviously unable to survive.

Master Qiu was dripping with sweat on his forehead, pursed his lips and said nothing.

The broken tree was carried up the mountain by Qiu Fuzi and buried by the Nanzheng Lake.

Second Young Master Zhuang and the little maid followed all the way.

It wasn't until Master Qiu finished his work that Second Young Master Zhuang spoke, "When will you come back?" ”

Qiu Fuzi raised his eyes and glanced at the person in front of him, and said lightly: "It has nothing to do with you." ”

"Me!"

Second Young Master Zhuang was treated coldly again, his psychology was unbalanced, he kicked the soil under his feet, and tossed out the buried plum tree again.

When Master Qiu caught a glimpse, he didn't speak, picked up his hoe and left, returned to the bamboo house, and locked the door.

Second Young Master Zhuang was blocked from entering the door, complaining, and began to babble outside, but no one responded.

He turned back to the mountain, pulled up the plum tree, and wrapped it in his clothes: "It's warm under the mountain, and I can live if I bring it back." ”

After all, Zhuangfu itself has a mountain forest, and there are many trees to cultivate talents.

The little servant returned to the wooden house and explained to Master Qiu the behavior of his young master: "Master Qiu, the young master is reckless, and without consulting you, he thought of pulling out the plum seedlings and bringing them back to the mansion to serve, so as not to let you go around and waste the journey." Please also ask Master Qiu to take care of me, young master, he has been ...... since he was a child"

"Why don't you leave?"

Outside the bamboo house, Second Young Master Zhuang frowned and shouted, urging his own little servant, and finally glanced at the bamboo house, and went down the mountain with a snort.

On the second day, I went to the study as usual for class, but I didn't see anyone from Master Qiu.

Second Young Master Zhuang was happy in his heart, he finally caught this person's pigtails, and ran to the study to find Zhuang Wanyun and said.

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Wanyun found a clue in the words of Second Young Master Zhuang: "Did you make Master Qiu angry?" ”

"What's the matter, I'm obviously kind enough to help him. If you don't appreciate it, forget it, you still have a cold face, who has to teach him, hum! ”

"You kid, don't you know the principle of respecting teachers! Master Qiu temporarily lives on Nanzheng Mountain, so you will invite her back to the house for me! ”

As soon as Second Young Master Zhuang wanted to refute, he saw his father raise the ancestral abacus and was about to smash it, "If you don't invite you back, give me this month's account clearly!" ”

"Please! Please, can't you do it yet! ”

Second Young Master Zhuang felt the fear of settling accounts, and reluctantly took the carriage to Nanzheng Mountain.

The bamboo house is still there, and the door is slightly hidden.

Knocking on the door and no one responded, as if entering his own yard, Second Young Master Zhuang pushed it open and walked inside.

There is nothing left except the wooden window and the desk I saw yesterday, and there is a bed in it.

Akifuko is not in the bamboo house.

Approaching the desk, there were two plain pieces of paper on them, like letters.

The second young master Zhuang, who didn't know a few big characters, picked it up and took a look, and could see the word "Su Xia" and "Shao Shu".

Isn't that the name of the person on the letter that was burned last time?

Master Qiu is writing to that person again?

With doubts, Zhuang Xiaoling put the letter in his pocket and took the little girl up the mountain.

On the edge of Nanzheng Lake, the ice surface is slightly sealed, reflecting the faint sunlight, reflecting in all directions, reflecting the tranquility of the mountains and forests.

Master Qiu, dressed in plain clothes, sat in one place with a hat, knocked a hole in the ice, and hung a bamboo pole to fish.

From a distance, he looks like an old man, living the days of idle clouds and wild cranes, and the spring and autumn years outside the mountains have nothing to do with him.

Second Young Master Zhuang walked over and kicked the fish basket, which was empty.

"You've been sitting here all morning?"

Qiu Fuzi did not respond, and the fishing rod in his hand was as steady as a rock, not moving at all.

"Eh, the master asked you!" Second Young Master Zhuang pressed his knee on Master Qiu's shoulder.

Xu was not surprised, and the fishing rod in Qiu Fuzi's hand slipped out, and fell into the lake along the frozen hole.

"Ahem." Second Young Master Zhuang coughed uncomfortably, and squatted down to see Master Qiu's reaction.

But it is still indifferent, and there is no superfluous emotion.

This guy is really boring.

Bad thoughts suddenly germinated, Second Young Master Zhuang dragged Qiu Fuzi's collar and carried it to his side: "Qiu Fuzi is thin, do you want to go to the lake to strengthen your body and exercise?" ”

Qiu Fuzi stared at the hand in front of his neck, and the boy who was the same height as himself, and the two of them were squatting and sitting at the moment, as if they were snuggling together.

Qiu Fuzi frowned, stretched out his hand and landed on the back of Second Young Master Zhuang's hand, pulled it out, and said lightly: "Let go of me." ”

"What if the master doesn't let go?"

Qiu Fuzi frowned, got up suddenly, raised his hand lightly and quickly, and pressed his hand against the young man's abdomen, easily freeing himself from the restraints.

Master Qiu glanced faintly at the person lying on the ground and walked forward.

The person on the ground covered his stomach, rose up angrily, and stretched out his hand to drag Qiu Fuzi, but he only reached the headband, and the center of gravity did not know which direction to go, and the person was skewed, and retreated again and again to relax and balance.

But he didn't notice that there was a frozen lake behind him, and he fell down with a bang, smashing a big hole with his body.

"Ahh The screams startled the birds in the forest and broke a burst of spring.

Seeing this, the little guy ignored the autumn master in front of him, and hurriedly crawled to pick up his young master by the lake.

"Master Qiu, please help!"

Qiu Fuzi stood quietly beside a tree, watching the people inside flutter and struggle in the water.

It seemed that he had seen enough, so Master Qiu walked over, threw the fish basket into the lake, let the second young master Zhuang lie on it, and then dragged the person up with the rope on the fish basket.

Second Young Master Zhuang coughed and choked on the big tree, looked up with teary eyes, and looked at the indifferent master on the side.

I saw him covered with green silk, standing quietly, like a mountain elf, turning into a mortal form.

Second Young Master Zhuang's throat and heart were extremely uncomfortable, but he clearly knew that he was still holding a hairband tightly in his hand.

Zhuang Xiaoling was helped to the bamboo house, and Qiu Fuzi took out a set of clean clothes for him to change into.

As the little servant shook his wet clothes, a crumpled roll of paper fell out of it.

Autumn Master caught a glimpse, walked over and picked up the paper and unfolded it to see that the ink had already become a ball and had lost its original shape.

Glancing at the desk, Master Qiu frowned, and said coldly: "Go out, I don't want to see you." ”

"Master Qiu, young master, he ......"

"Get out!"

The person in front of him seemed to be really angry, and after yelling, he went to the side room and did not come out again.

Second Young Master Zhuang touched the hairband that had been dried in his arms, squatted beside the desk with his head drooped, and was silent for a long time.

It was almost dark, and the second young master Zhuang and the little maid went back.

At night, the village was brightly lit, and from time to time servants came in and out of the courtyard with hot water and charcoal.

A doctor was called to check the pulse overnight and administer medicine.

Second Young Master Zhuang was sick and suffered from the cold.

When Master Zhuang came to visit, the person on the bed was delirious and burned in a daze.

The boy seemed to be babbling, and like a nightmare, staggering, very uneasy.

Zhuang Wanyun asked the doctor: "How is the child's condition?" ”

"The second young master has always been weak and weak, and he suffered from the cold in the afternoon, so he naturally had to be sick for a while. But usually pay attention to recuperation, don't be sloppy. ”

"Yes."

Zhuang Wanyun instructed the little servant to send the doctor out and catch the medicine back by the way.

A group of people circled around Second Young Master Zhuang all night, and it was not until dawn that the young man's fever subsided, and he slept peacefully.

Zhuang Wanyun received the news in the study, and instead of rushing to visit, he asked Qiu Yi: "Master Qiu is still in Nanzheng Mountain?" ”

"Yes."

"Go and get him back, in my name."

"Master, Master Qiu handed over the letter, saying that he was a shallow learner and couldn't teach the young master......"

"It's nonsense!" Zhuang Wanyun was angry at a certain young master, but when he thought that the young man was still sick and lying on the bed, he extinguished his arrogance a little, "Let the young master clean up the mess by himself!" Either let Master Qiu teach, or he will come to the shop to settle accounts for me! ”

"Yes."

When the second young master Zhuang got better, the housekeeper truthfully conveyed Zhuang Wanyun's meaning to him.

Second Young Master Zhuang was wrapped in a thick robe, sitting on the bed and thinking, his eyes glanced at the plain hairband on the side, and he fell into some indescribable emotion.

When the spring picks up again, Second Young Master Zhuang's condition is almost better.

Qiu Fuzi was picked up by the Zhuang Mansion in a carriage, but he was kept in the house and refused to start classes.

Second Young Master Zhuang twisted his eyebrows, and in the situation where both his father and Master Qiu had a tough attitude, he held back a trick.

"Come here."

"Young Master?"

"Does Akifuko like plum blossoms and cherry blossoms?"

"Yes." According to Xiaowu's impression, Qiu Fuzi often looked at the cherry trees in the courtyard in the Zhuang Mansion, as if counting the flowers blooming, indifferent and serious.

"Young Master, what do you want to do?"

"I want to see what Shao Shu is."