"Shen Ziwei!" A burst of anger spread in my heart, "Shen Ji has been passed down from generation to generation, without me, you are the eighth generation shopkeeper, if you want to leave with me, there will be no Shen Ji in Dongyan Town, the hundred-year inheritance is in my hands, I have taught you for eight years, and you will repay me like this!" ”

Ziwei gritted his teeth and forbeared, and the most hurtful sentence surged back in his mouth, and he swallowed it. He closed his lips, and the heavy atmosphere was stalemate for a short time, and then asked me, "Have you ever regretted that my master has not heard from me for so many years?" ”

I shook my head with a tense sense of anger that softened in frustration because of this sentence, and was replaced by powerlessness.

Ziwei didn't believe it bluntly, cautiously, grabbed my sleeve, and said bitterly: "If not, why did you frown when Jiang Xun talked about his master?" If you can put it down, why hesitate? You know that Shigong's departure is never a secret in the town, and since he has come, he must have made sufficient preparations, let alone inquire a few words. He knows the story, he knows who is important to you, and he's just casting bait to lie to you. ”

I didn't answer. Ziwei said: "Since you regret it, why should you become like you." You went to your master, left me behind, I haven't learned the arts, what about my master? Where do I find it? Master cursed, Shen Ji's inheritance was originally wrong, if it weren't for this, he wouldn't have left only this rare thing with his ability. If Shen Ji dies, it won't be because of you and me, it's just that the master is cold-blooded and ruthless, and he set this rule that cuts people's hearts! ”

The cold wind outside the door was cold, and the sand smashed on the door, and countless hardships and bitterness rushed to knock on the door, smashing the door panel violently.

I looked at Ziwei, my heart was barren, empty and anxious, and I wanted to slap him to shut up. But when he was a child, the eyes he looked at me have not changed so far, and all his thoughts are written in them, which are as clear as a lake, and I am reluctant. I shook off the sleeves of his coat that he was grabbing, restrained a mess of emotions, and before turning back to the room, I looked at him fiercely, and said angrily: "You give me a good reflection on my bastard words here!" ”

At the corner of the wooden door, I couldn't help but look sideways, he was still standing in place, his head lowered, looking at himself leaning out slightly, trying to hold my hand and withdraw in a daze. My heart ached, and I walked quickly to the threshold and closed the door tightly.

That day, I stayed in my room all day without leaving the room, and I was distraught until about three o'clock in the afternoon, when I drew a few talismans with cinnabar ink for tomorrow's use. I went to bed early, but I didn't rest well.

All my memories were lost, and when I appeared in Dongyan Town on a snowy day, Master was my only support. In the closed mountains and forests, the child's heart was only dull, and he taught me to understand the language of the wind, the joy of flowing water, and the sorrow of the trees. Teach me to look at the stars in the sky, outline the current situation and destiny, and teach everything I have learned in my life. But at that time, I didn't understand anything, and a sentence of youth brought all the faults, and made him bow his head to others, to the soul, and to the gods again and again for me. When Master left, I thought I would see you again in a few days, but I didn't have a word to keep it, and I didn't even have time to tell me to be careful all the way, but I didn't regret it after asking me, and I shook my head and didn't lie. I don't regret it, I just have a little regret, and I regret that we weren't calm enough to give the past a chance and wave goodbye. I had a bit of luck in my heart and wanted to find him, because in addition to saying sorry and thanks, I also wanted to say that it would be indefinite. It's better to stop than to rush on the road helplessly.

The rain made the day dawn much later, and at three o'clock in the morning, I remembered the night before, so I got up and put on my coat and went out to breathe. Pushing the door to the courtyard under the porch, the courtyard was full of darkness, and the hall was lit with a few candles. I looked over, and there was only a hazy silhouette in my sight. Ziwei knelt alone in front of the Buddhist shrine, the dim candlelight softly accompanied him, draped a thin veil for him, the flames shook gently, and kept talking in his ear.

I looked at his broad and stoic back, as if I could see the loneliness climbing from his knees to his shoulders, showing off his might and baring his teeth before the silence.

Over the years, I have become accustomed to his obedience and silence, and have not experienced his disobedience, only this time, he said his wishes, but did not get my forgiveness. The teacher's dereliction of duty is probably like this.

The corners of my eyes were astringent, and I walked slowly over to him and said, "It's cold night, go back to sleep." ”

Ziwei bit his lower lip and remained motionless, his straight body trembled slightly, and his eyes were red.

I sighed and leaned down to reach out to help him, and he slowly stood up with his head down and followed my strength, kneeling for a long time with stiff knees and cold all over. I tried to help him back to my room, but I stumbled on my feet, but he hugged him tightly. A hint of coolness melted around my neck, and I was stunned, and raised my hand to the back of his head, so that he let go of his timidity and stick closer. The person in his arms trembled even more, and for a long time, it seemed that he had repeated the words, but he only called out softly to Master in a nasal voice. In the simple title, all his explanations are hidden.

I patted him on the back, answered, and said, "I understand, I understand." ”

He's just, too afraid of losing.

We slept in the same room that night, and I was with him as he was when he was a child, and he was so restless that he occasionally scratched my fingers. I made an appointment with Jiang Xun at eight o'clock, and it was already past when Zi Wei woke up, I cooked noodles, he held the bowl and ate nothing, smiled at me faintly, for yesterday's events, none of us mentioned it again.

It was almost noon when we arrived at the restaurant, Jiang Xun and Tang Jiao were drinking at a square table, while a bench was placed on the other side, a bowl of rice with chopsticks inserted vertically, and an incense candle was lit on the side. Zhang Qianran's face was still the same skin I painted, and she was sitting there, eating the food of those dead people.

I whispered the situation in Ziwei's ear and told him to take precautions.

The two walked over together, and before they could stand still after a few steps, Jiang Xun threw a peanut into his mouth, and said with a smile: "You guys are really punctual." ”

I looked at Zhang Qianran and asked him, "This is what you prepared?" ”