Chapter 133 [Nanshan Dancing Sword, Wutong Fuqin]
This meal, unconsciously, I ate for a long time, and when Nanshan came out of the drunken heart building at night, it was already evening, and the sun was setting.
When Ye Nanshan left, he still carried a few small boxes, which were unfinished meals......
Huang Qi's meal made people serve a large table of good dishes, no matter how large the amount of food the two of them ate, they couldn't finish such a table of dishes, and the few dishes served in the back basically didn't move their chopsticks much.
It's a pity to waste such a delicious dish, so... Ye Nanshan packed up and went back.
Walking around without eating is a good thrifty habit.
Ye Nanshan originally planned to go to Jianfeng to give the wine to Murong Jianyu after delivering the goods today, but after eating with Huang Qi for so long, it was all over the place, and it was going to be dark, so Ye Nanshan would give up.
"Forget it, I'll give it to her tomorrow. ”
Blade.
Murong Jianyu swayed in the hammock with his legs crossed, looking very leisurely and comfortable. From time to time, the eyes glanced towards the mouth of the mountain road.
After a long time, Murong Jianyu turned his head to look at the afterglow after the sunset on the horizon, and muttered angrily: "Liars! Men are all big pigs' trotters!"
Ye Nanshan, who had already arrived at the door of the house, sneezed.
"Yo, Brother Nanshan, I'm back. Sister Liu, who was on the other side, just opened the courtyard door, saw Ye Nanshan, and greeted her.
Ye Nanshan smiled and nodded: "Sister Liu, how about making dinner?"
Sister Liu nodded, then looked at Ye Nanshan, thought about it, and asked, "Nanshan, have you had any difficulties recently?"
Ye Nanshan was stunned, and he was a little confused, so why Sister Liu suddenly asked like this.
Ye Nanshan smiled and joked: "My biggest difficulty is that I am too short of money. ”
Well... It's not a joke either, it's a fact.
However, when Sister Liu heard this, she nodded with a clear face and said, "I said that your house has been destroyed by two out of three, why haven't you repaired it?" ”
Ye Nanshan was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered, it seemed... I really forgot about repairing the house, and in the first two days, I kept thinking about asking Sister Liu to ask someone to repair it, but then I forgot about it.
Well... In other words, every day when you go in and out and look at the pile of ruins in the yard, why can't you remember?
"Nanshan, if you are in trouble and need help, you and your sister say, you're welcome, although my sister's family is not rich, it's still no problem to take care of one or two, everyone has a difficult time. ”
Sister Liu said very sincerely, which made Ye Nanshan's heart warm, the so-called distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, in fact, it is reflected in these places, neighbors who get along well are indeed much better than relatives who are not close.
Ye Nanshan bowed his hand to Sister Liu and said: "Thank you, sister, if you have difficulties, I promise not to be polite to you, I am too busy during this time, so I forgot to repair the house, and when I am busy for these two days, I have to ask my sister to help me find an engineering team to repair this house." ”
Sister Liu smiled and nodded, "Okay, okay, when the time comes, when you squeak, Sister will definitely find you a job to do, and the price is affordable." ”
"Thank you, sister. ”
Ye Nanshan had a few words with Sister Liu at the door, and they all went home.
Wutong meditated and practiced in the house, and when Nanshan entered the house at night, she was still sitting cross-legged on the bed.
This situation is not uncommon in Ye Nanshan, usually at this time, only Ye Nanshan needs to bring the food to the table, and ensure that it is two or three minutes, and Wutong can wake up from the state of practice, and then sit at the dinner table.
Sure enough, after Ye Nanshan put the food on the table, as soon as he turned his head, he saw Wutong standing behind him with a smile.
"What's delicious?" said Wutong and sniffed his nose, which was cute.
Ye Nanshan smiled and reached out to pinch Wutong's nose lightly, and said, "It's all delicious." ”
Wutong glanced at Ye Nanshan, "Ye Nanshan, you have changed." ”
Ye Nanshan: "???"
Wutong: "You didn't dare to bully me like this before, it's because I don't beat you now, so you've become bolder, right?"
"???" Ye Nanshan was really a little confused, and asked cautiously, "Why did I bully you?"
When he said this, Ye Nanshan felt a little weak in his heart, could it be that the matter of sleeping in a bed with a sycamore at night was discovered?
Wutong snorted lightly and said, "Why not, you pinched my nose again, it's the third time this month, no, it's the fourth time!"
"This one. Ye Nanshan breathed a sigh of relief, and the person also relaxed, "What do you think you said." ”
"Hey, what kind of attitude do you have, you don't even care. Wutong looked at Ye Nanshan and glared: "I'll tell you first, if you pinch my nose again, um... If you still have a face, I'll beat you to death. ”
Wutong said, and glared and puffed up fiercely, waving his small fist and threatening Ye Nanshan.
Seeing this, Ye Nanshan smiled and reached out to rub Wutong's head, and said, "Okay, I know." ”
Wutong glared again, and slapped Ye Nanshan's hand away, "It's not okay to touch your head!"
Ye Nanshan smiled, "Okay, I see." As he spoke, he reached out and touched Wutong's head again, and once again touched his head to kill, saying, "Let's eat, it's almost cold." ”
"Oh. ”
Wutong seemed to have forgotten what he said a second ago that he couldn't touch his head, and he seemed to have forgotten what he said thirty seconds ago that Ye Nanshan would kill Ye Nanshan if he bullied her again, so he answered and sat down at the dinner table happily.
"Wow, so much to eat. Wutong looked at the food packed back by Ye Nanshan on the table and said, "Good food with good wine, wine, wine, bring wine." ”
Ye Nanshan was stunned for a moment, and said with a straight face: "No, I only eat today, and I am not allowed to drink." ”
"Why can't you drink it?" asked Sycamore.
Ye Nanshan: "You just can't drink, you don't control the amount of drinking, you drink too much, drinking like this every day is not good for your health." ”
Wutong pursed his lips and muttered, "If you don't drink, you won't drink." ”
Seeing that Wutong no longer insisted, Ye Nanshan breathed a sigh of relief.
After eating a meal, Wutong didn't mention the matter of drinking, and Ye Nanshan also put his mind at ease, and secretly said, I can finally sleep well tonight.
Well... No, it seems that I slept very peacefully with the sycamore, but I was a little weak.
After dinner, it was already dark, but it was still early, and it was not so quick to rest.
The moonlight is very good today, and the night Nanshan has nothing to do, remembering that he hasn't practiced swords much for several days, and he carried a big black stick to practice swords in the courtyard.
didn't practice any mechanical moves such as stabbing and slashing, Ye Nanshan carried a black stick and practiced a set of swordsmanship taught by Murong Jianyu in the courtyard.
Murong Jianyu's set of swordsmanship is quite elegant, and the dance is very ornamental, and when Ye Nanshan practiced swordsmanship, he ran the cloud step, and the speed was very fast, and he was in the whole courtyard.
Wutong sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, his elbows propped up on the stone table, supporting his head, watching Ye Nanshan practice swords, and did not speak.
Ye Nanshan has not practiced swords for a few days, and he has practiced again today, and the practice seems to be a little better, the movements are faster and more elegant than the other, and between one move and one style, he no longer sticks to the swordsmanship taught by Murong Jianyu, it seems to be moving at will, he did not attach the sword qi to the blade, but only gathered the sword qi in his hand, but the sword technique danced, and the sword light appeared faintly on the black stick, which was the manifestation of the sword qi attached to the blade.
Wutong watched from the side, his eyes kept moving with the figure of Ye Nanshan, as if he was thinking of something, Wutong flicked his hand on the stone table, and a guqin appeared on the stone table.
"Knock~"
Wutong's hand stroked the strings, and then the long piano sounded,
The sound of the sycamore is very empty and leisurely, and there is some indescribable charm in the sound of the piano, just like the sycamore itself, the sound of the piano is like a hollow valley orchid, long and cold, like mountains and flowing water, but listening to it makes people have a warm feeling that makes people's blood accelerate.
Tonight the moon is like a wash,
A man is dancing with a sword,
One person is playing the harp,
It's like a poem.