Li Mansion, Li Luomo's small courtyard.

The sky was thick and cloudy, and it was drizzling with a light rain.

The raindrops fell down the blue-gray tile roof, and finally clicked and landed on Xiao Xia's oil-paper umbrella.

Xiao Xia carried an oil-paper umbrella, looked up at the sky, and muttered, summer is coming.

Then he clutched the lunch box in his hand and walked towards the hall.

Natsu is dressed in dark blue, and her back is wet from the rain, forming an inverted triangle.

Li Luomo's yard is as quiet as ever, and Xiao Xia is a diligent servant who keeps the yard clean.

The main house where Li Luomo is located sits in the north and faces south, and the lighting is usually excellent.

Xiao Xia entered the door, placed the lunch box on the table, walked to the window, closed the window, although the light rain would not blow into the room, but there would be moisture.

"It's not good for the eldest young master."

Natsu muttered.

Closing the window, Xiao Xia walked over to Li Zhenmo's homemade bed.

There was a young man lying on the big bed, not only his face was pale, but even his lips were white, and his lips were cracked.

The young man was lying flat on his back on a large bed of his own making, with his hands crossed and folded on his stomach.

It was a rainy day, and Li Yanmo's expression was plain, and he seemed to be a whole person, lifeless.

The room was full of medicinal fragrance, and Xiao Xia served Li Yumo as always wiping his body.

Lifted the splendid quilt inlaid with gold wire, untied the middle coat of the sick boy, and leaked out of his chest.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you would have been incredulous that Li Zhenmo did look very thin, and even a gust of wind could blow away his appearance, but after seeing Li Luomo's shirtless shirt directly with the naked eye-

What kind of flesh is there, it is clearly skin and bones, and there is no scar, but this is by no means the demeanor of a normal fifteen-year-old boy, more like an old man who has been sick in bed for a long time at the age of seventy or eighty.

It's just that the difference is that Li Yanmo's skin is a little more delicate, and because he doesn't work, it's very smooth.

But he was as if he was not developed, and there was very little hair on his body.

Xiao Xia began to wipe the feces from his eyes little by little, and slowly, for fear of breaking Li Zhenmo, carefully cleaned up for him, just like he used to serve Li Luomo.

Xiao Xia looked at Li Zhenmo's obvious and even protruding sternum, his eyes turned red, and he turned his head to wash his handkerchief again.

"The eldest young master is a hard-working man, and he was born without a mother."

"The eldest young master used to be very healthy, why did he get this kind of life-threatening disease for some reason."

"Hey......"

"The master is not at home again!"

"No, the master is in a hurry on weekdays, and the master will not be free even if he is at home."

"When will the eldest young master wake up!"

……

In another courtyard in the house, raindrops slid down the bamboo leaves, sliding down section by section, and finally dripping into the soil.

This yard is full of bamboo, the bamboo is green and full, it is the best variety, this bamboo forest, at a glance, is verdant and lush, giving people a feeling of freshness.

These bamboos were planted by one person, oh no, if the conductor is also one person, then this bamboo forest was planted by two people.

Walking into the bamboo forest, it is a pavilion ventilated on all sides, sitting here in summer, drinking and watching bamboo, extremely comfortable.

Fifteen steps into the interior is the steps leading to the study where Li Luomo usually studied.

Walking up the steps, I entered the Li family's study, which is now only used by Li Yanmo.

The window of the study was wide open, and the damp and cold breath swelled down the window.

Zhang Chaoshui was in the study with the wide open door and the wide open window, standing in front of the bookcase-

On the case is the ink has not dried rice paper, take a closer look, the strokes on the rice paper are vigorous and realistic, it is the upright and middle-aged green bamboo outside the window.

Zhang Chaoshui is dressed in white, although he is middle-aged, he has a full beard.

But it is not difficult to see from his appearance that he did not look bad when he was young.

Zhang Chaoshui has studied for many years and has a gentle temperament, but he has a sense of world-weary alienation, and he is not an amiable teacher.

The tide is tidal, but there is no undulating tide like the ebb and flow of the tide.

Zhang Chaoshui squinted, raised his head, and pinched his fingers, he came to the Li Mansion this year, and it can be regarded as five years.

"Only five years?"

Zhang Chaoshui looked at the new work on the table, meaning something, and sighed-

"This bamboo grows so fast!"

Buckle buckle –

The knock on the door broke Zhang Chaoshui's train of thought, and Zhang Chaoshui looked at the door dissatisfied.

Syllable! Bang Bang Bang!

The visitors slapped their clothes, breaking the tranquility of the small courtyard.

After Zhang Chaoshui raised his eyes, he continued to pick up the pen and said expressionlessly:

"Traveling on a rainy day is not your style!"

Zhang Chaoshui leaned over, picked up a smaller brush, slowly wrote in the lower right corner of the bamboo, and turned his head to find his red mark after writing.

I saw a line of small words left on the fine rice paper-

"Zhang - Tide"

"River Continent"

"One Hundred and Two Years"

"The Eighth Day of May"

The rings with all kinds of gems on the hands of the people who came were dazzling, it was Li Liangjun, the big shopkeeper of Li Jiayun Shufang.

After slapping the rain that fell on his body, Li Liangjun held his beer belly, took eight steps, did not sit down, but walked to the edge of Zhang Chaoshui's bookcase closely-

"Tsk-"

"Hey, your painting is heavy when it should be heavy, light when it should be light, it's really good!"

"If you give it to me, don't say it, just this painting, I have a shop, and the guy has worked hard to sell it for a year, and he has it for the sake of the future."

Zhang Chaoshui painted his seal with ink and pressed it the small characters.

After a while, I took the seal and put it back, only to see a red mark appear on the painting with black and white lines.

Zhang Chaoshui leaned down seriously and blew it.

"Whew-"

……

Li Liangjun touched his nose with his finger with a ruby ring, pointed to the painting:

"Today, idle?"

The implication is that Li Zhenmo did not come.

Zhang Chaoshui raised his eyes, looked at Li Liangjun, and said:

"If you want, take it."

Li Liangjun's eyes were quick, and he immediately turned the painting around when he got permission, looked at it carefully, and was amazed-

"Then you're welcome!"

Li Liangjun grinned, but he didn't expect that he could make a windfall.

Zhang Chaoshui turned around and added:

"Ten catties of bamboo leaves."

Li Liangjun's smile stopped abruptly, and he scolded angrily: "Zhang Chaoshui, why don't you die, ten catties of bamboo leaves, you can also open the exit." ”

Zhang Chaoshui ignored it and began to clean up the messy pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

"It's so decided, it's more than ten catties of bamboo leaves, you have a mirror in your heart, and if you agree, you will take it!"

Li Liangjun's eyes widened, Zhang Chaoshui was really as always, ecstasy, and sharp.

It's so sharp.,It's all point-to-point between adults who don't move.,It's really annoying!。

Li Liangjun seemed to be angry and patted Zhang Chaoshui's hand to get the painting back, and said:

"I've known each other for so many years, let you take advantage of it!"

After that, he rolled up the painting like a baby, for fear that Zhang Chaoshui was going back.

"I'll want it tomorrow."

Zhang Chaoshui stated.

"Why don't you drink to death!"

"That's Brother Zhu Yeqing, where will I find you ten catties tomorrow, ten catties!"

Li Liangjun slapped the table.

"You have a lot of options, the day after tomorrow."

Zhang Chaoshui said that he was not idle at hand, and washed with a pen filled with water, and washed the brush he had just used.

The moment the brush falls into the water, the water of the entire wash is black, and the ink quickly takes over the position.

Li Liangjun snorted coldly and said, "Wine, I'll give you the whole thing, it's not possible the day after tomorrow." ”

Zhang Chaoshui glanced at Li Liangjun and was noncommittal.

"By the way, drunkard, I have something to do!"

Li Liangjun remembered the purpose of his coming here in a blink of an eye, got serious, and said:

"The second lady has a personal matter, send me over to be a matchmaker, I don't know what your opinion is."

Zhang Chaoshui was not in a hurry, and asked lightly:

"Oh?"

"Please?"

"I'll give you the painting, and you can watch the wine!"

Yes, it's back again.

Li Liangjun helplessly played with his ring.

"About the second young master, the second young master is more oil and water than the eldest young master!"

"Don't say you want to drink time, bamboo leaves."

"It's done, it's no problem for you to take a bath with bamboo leaves."

"Don't forget, Second Young Master, but the Second Young Master of the Li Mansion!"

"Jiangzhou Mansion, there is no more oil and water lord than the second young master!"

"Zhang Chaoshui, your chance to turn over has come!"

Li Liangjun's face was flushed when he spoke, and Zhang Chaoshui hung the brush on the pen holder.

"Hey, you take care of me, how about this, you can think about it!"

"Zhang Chaoshui ......"