Since yesterday evening, it has been snowing one after another, and it has not stopped until the morning, and when you go out, the snow has not passed the calf, if it was before, he may have worried about this, but now it is different from the past, I only feel that this scene is printed with the old saying that Ruixue has a good year, and even shoveling up the snow is extremely relaxed.

After shoveling the snow, Youfang did not go to the study step by step, but stood at the gate of the small courtyard, waiting for the first freshman in three years.

Before going to bed last night, Youfang was worried about what identity to get along with him, in terms of age and knowledge, the teacher was not suitable; after thinking twice, he decided to accept the apprentice on behalf of the master, and the two were called brothers and sisters.

When it was time to meet, a figure gradually appeared on the other side of the road, the iconic dark complexion, which was more prominent in the silver-covered world, and he would never admit that he was wrong, that person was Hei Qi, and before he came to the door, there was a way to meet him earlier.

Hei Qiyi came all the way through the snow, leaving a lot of snow marks on his clothes and felt hats, and even his beard and eyebrows were covered with a layer of frost. ”

After hearing the title, Youfang hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Seventh uncle, the student should not be called Mr., if he can, he hopes to accept the apprentice on behalf of the teacher." ”

Hei Kun laughed, clenched his fists and said: "Mr. Xiao Yan is too humble, Qi Xiang is the age of playfulness, and he still wants to be strictly disciplined." ”

As the two spoke, a small head poked out of Hei Kun's bulging coat and stuck out his tongue towards Youfang, who was about to fight, but when the hand raised in anger fell on the child's head, it had become softer than touch.

Seeing such a scene, a trace of warmth suddenly rose in Youfang's heart, and when he was about to speak again, he saw the child "whoosh" and slid down from Hei Kun's arms, trotting all the way into the yard.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and everything was silent.

Seeing the child enter the study, Fang Fang said sorry and chased after him, although it was a small distance, but he was worried, most afraid that the child would damage the book in ignorance, and the master would not be able to explain it when he came back later, but at the moment he entered the door, he saw that the child just looked up at the study.

The heart he was carrying was finally let go, and while Fang Fang breathed a sigh of relief, he reminded him that it was time to start class, but the moment the child turned around, He Fang was surprised by his appearance. I saw that this boy named Qixiang had a round little face, with two shallow wine vortices, born with a pink and tender color that the children of Lanzhen had never had, especially the big smart eyes, which made people feel cute, but why is this complexion so white, is it his mother?

Youfang didn't know what the child's mother looked like, but he knew that Hei Qi and they only came to Column Town five years ago, three boys and one baby, living a little far away from the town, and they didn't come and go much on weekdays, and they had never heard that they followed the hunters into the forest to hunt during the ice age, the only thing they knew was that they didn't seem to worry about their livelihood, especially the clothes of several of them, which were also unique in Column Town.

The boy in the thick warm clothes did not feel the cold of the study, but he had lost interest in the "empty" study, and said in a milky voice: "Big brother, my father said that there is fun here, where is the fun, didn't you hide it?"

You know that this is Hei Qi's trick, and most of the literate schoolchildren who came here were coaxed by the elders in the family like this, and couldn't help but think of the smiling appearance of the master when he was asked by the child, and almost subconsciously said like the master: "There are the most interesting things in the world here." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy couldn't wait to chase after him and asked, "Where, where?"

"Guess what, is it the fun of the left hand, or the fun of the right hand?" Youfang put his empty hand behind his back, pretending to be mysterious, and without waiting for the child to guess, he reached out to the front again, and when he reappeared, he held a pen in his left hand and a book in his right hand.

The magical scene made the boy clap his hands happily and kept saying: "It's amazing, it's amazing, it's better than the eighth grandfather and the half grandfather!"

Seeing the boy laughing, Youfang couldn't help but feel a little proud, and said while the iron was hot: "No, it's all for you, these two things are the most fun." ”

You thought that as long as the boy's interest was aroused, the next step would be to get straight to the point, but who knew that the boy suddenly turned his face away and pouted: "No, pens and books are not fun at all, the eighth grandfather told me to write all day long, and the half-grandfather asked me to read all day long, and said what there is in the book and what is not fun at all." ”

"It's called the book's own golden house. Youfang suddenly remembered the two grandfathers in the boy's mouth, when the master was in the past, the two of them also came often, and every time they came, they would always ask the master for the bottle of treasured knives from the beginning, at first they thought they were just drinking friends, but now it seems that they are still book friends, understand the relationship, you Fang suddenly felt that this teaching position has become difficult, so he thought of another way, and lured and said: "Can you write your name? If the writing is beautiful, I will teach you the trick just now." ”

The boy said with a sincere face: "What do you say?"

Youfang deliberately lured boys to write, because generally speaking, at the age of five or six years old, the hand holding the pen has no strength, and there is no difference in gripping the pen, they are all pink fists, and the words written are also like earthworms hoeing, crooked, just like Youfang himself, when he was almost eight years old to write well.

I thought that the boy would write the words upside down as he thought, but when I saw his brushwork, I only felt that although it was much worse than myself, I had that little charm, and in the turn of this painting, it was so smooth and free.

"Is this the child you want to teach?" Youfang was speechless by the boy's performance.

"The half-grandfather said that my writing was not satisfactory, and the eighth grandfather said that my writing was sloppy, but every time he would give me candy to eat, what does the big brother think, can you also give me a piece of candy?"

Youfang touched the child's head, couldn't help but be a little envious, starting small, sugar is a thorn in the eye of the people of Lanzhen, such a little thing, the merchants of the flower country will always be able to blow it to the sky, and the price of the replacement of goods, is also high and scary, unless it encounters a very good year, sugar will occasionally appear in the conversation when the hunters brag.

"I don't have sugar now, will I give it in the future?" Youfang said with a serious face, seeing that the child's words will definitely get better and better as long as time passes, this trick no longer works, and thought of a way to read books, this age should not be literate, right?

"Well, you don't have to be like Daddy!" the boy looked at his handwriting with some disappointment, but quickly recovered.

After learning the previous lesson, Youfang decided to be ruthless and embarrassed the boy, but just as he took out the "Dictionary", the child just said: "Big brother also has this book, and Grandpa Ban asked me to copy it a few times before, and I recognize the words in it." ”

Seeing the smug look on the boy's face, you knew that what he should have said was true. When he was in trouble, Youfang thought of another way.

Youfang put his hand behind his back again, and when he stretched it out again, he already held the black pen from the pen mound, and then said to the boy, "Do you know what this is?"

The boy shook his head, blank.

Youfang said at the right time: "Wait for what the big brother wants to teach you, you are not allowed to tell your father and grandfather, if you agree, I can teach you, okay?"

Unknown things always arouse the interest of children, and the boy pats his chest and says, "I promise not to say it!"

When I went to the Mo cemetery before, there were some dark iron arrowheads that had not yet been made, and in order to attract the boys' desire to read, they came in handy at this time.

Youfang couldn't help but be a little excited, not only because it was the first time he used this black pen, but also because the talent had brought him a new understanding, but when he started, his heart sank completely, and there was only the arrow in front of him.

The tip of the pen is like the agile posture of a dancer, and it performs a beautiful and moving dance on the arrow. The heart and those points of light slowly merged, following the dance of the tip of the pen to quickly assemble somewhere. As the weak and boneless wrist kept turning, a pattern with a cold glow gradually appeared on the body of the arrow. The moment I put the pen away, a buzzing sound echoed in the small study.

Youfang couldn't help but feel frightened when he looked at this breathtaking dark iron arrow, and couldn't help but wonder if it was still the original grade, and when he looked at the pattern on this arrow, he felt that he had seen it somewhere...

"It's so beautiful!" Before thinking too much, the boy on the side stretched out his hand in admiration and grabbed it.

If you don't stop it, the boy's hand will be...

At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly flashed on the jade pendant that the boy was carrying, followed by a violent wave of air blowing on the table, blowing Youfang and the boy to the ground.

An imperceptible "do" sound came from the window of the study...

A sharp cold wind with a little golden light suddenly shot out of the courtyard...

But at this moment, outside the small courtyard, there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves.