In a secluded courtyard on the west side of town. A middle-aged man is fiddling with his paint in the courtyard.

"Boss Gu, can you leave me a clean basin?" The woman next to her, who looked like a man's wife, half-jokingly.

"What did you just say?" The man asked with a smile when he heard this.

"Can you leave me a clean washbasin?"

"The last sentence!!

"Boss Gu?!?!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man stroked the slightly messy hair in front of his forehead. took out a few pennies from his arms and handed them to his wife.

"Take it and spend !!" Then he stroked his hair again.

Splash a full basin of paint onto the wall.

At first, it is messy, and then with a few strokes of the details, the pen is natural. After a while, a magnificent "Crane Picture" appeared on the wall.

The middle-aged man said in his mouth, "May the beggar painter have new ingenuity, and only study Zhu Mo as a spring mountain." ”

Mu Fan, who had been watching for a while, was shocked. I was just about to take out my life's knowledge and praise it.

"Young man, my hand is no worse than the powerful painting Saint Gu Xizi." Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man made a preemptive strike. Then he was about to brush the hair on his forehead, but he found that his hands were full of paint. Then use a pen to smooth the hair in front of the forehead, which is not too much. As if he was not satisfied, he blew upward.

Mu Fan was choked by this whole speech, and the exclamation that he was about to blurt out was broken and swallowed into his stomach. I had to nod stupidly. "Not bad, not bad." But unfortunately, I saw him digging out his crotch again, as if he wanted to help him formally. A little paint seemed to be still waking up, and Mu Fan was not dazzled.

"Dad, I'm hungry." It wasn't until a heaping voice sounded that Mu Fan's stunned gaze was interrupted.

When I looked closely, it was a young girl who was holding a pastry and stuffing it into her mouth, with a simple long skirt. With long flowing hair, smart eyes, and a delicate little face with a little roundness, it looks like the scenery of the peaks on the side of the ridge. gave Mu Fan, who was not very old, a different kind of impact. If you look closely, you can see that there are some crumbs of pastry on the side of your mouth. "The Mu family in Jiadi Lane wants to ask Mr. for a picture of the town spirit, and ask Mr. to go to the Mu family to talk about it." Leaving aside the invitation that he had forgotten to explain even the time, he left the courtyard with a blushing face and running away.

"What's the matter with this kid, is it because I didn't draw well??? It shouldn't be, at the level of the old man, who can't praise the master when he sees it. The man surnamed Gu muttered to himself.

"Dad, I'm hungry." The girl muttered with a little complaint.

Before the man could answer, he heard the scolding in the house.

"I'm still messing with your broken paintings, didn't I hear that my daughter was hungry. I don't do business every day, and I don't go to cook for my daughter soon. ”

At the dinner table, there were all kinds of dishes, and the girl turned a deaf ear to the other vegetarian dishes, only staring at the braised pork in front of her. The man sandwiched a piece of vegetarian food and said earnestly to his daughter. "Tingting, although my father's cooking is delicious, I still have to eat vegetarian dishes, so as not to get fat in the future, and no one wants it." When the girl heard this, she was so angry that she stuffed two large pieces of braised pork into her mouth and then said coquettishly, "Mother, look at Dad~"

Immediately afterwards, he suffered two brain crashes. The man had to look at the woman with a weak heart, and then said. "It's okay, it's okay, my old Gu's daughter, if anyone can't look down on him, then he has no blessing."

After listening to her father's words, the girl ran angrily and drank two large bowls of water, as if she was going to dilute the braised pork she had just eaten.

In fact, this was not Mu Fan's first time in Gu's courtyard, but every time he saw Miss Gu, he was speechless for a long time. The heart is turned upside down. The mouth is as quiet as a cicada.

"The next time I see Miss Gu, I must say a few words," Mu Fan said secretly intoxicated.

"Even if it's a sentence of hello Miss Gu, it's ......"

At the head of the bridge, a young man stood on the railing with his hands on tiptoe and supported his little face, looking at his face still childish. He was in his early teens. Between the eyebrows, there is a calm breath that allows you to blow and rain, and I am immovable.

A little wisp or two of white silk is windless and automatic, and it is probably a young man's white head.

The peach blossoms on the shore fall into the water and run into the distance with the river. The young man's gaze also drifted away.

"Mother, the peach blossoms are blooming again. There you can see it! Looking back, the solemn-faced young man was already in tears.

A middle-aged scribe with a seven-point resemblance to a young man has a cold face, and a green shirt is spotless. Slowly walked behind the young man, without saying a word.

"How can the gentleman teach me?" The young man forcibly suppressed the fluctuations in his heart, and said this question word by word in a declarative tone.

"Zifang, I do bear an unshirkable responsibility for your mother's death, you hate me, and I don't blame you for my father." The middle-aged scribe gently patted the young man's shoulder, hoping to stabilize the young man's mood.

It's obviously father and son, but one person calls him Mr. and the other person calls him father!

"Since you can't teach me, then don't be nosy!" The boy pushed his hand away from his shoulder. It was as if he had fled from this place of right and wrong for him.

The scribe's face was full of helplessness, and he held the place where the young man had just been helped, feeling the residual warmth left by the young man.

"Yun'er, our children have grown up and become adults. You'll be angry with me. Like when I was younger, I had a stubborn temperament. The scribe blew a gentle breeze, and the sun shone on his jade-like countenance, and stood against the railing. Staring at the peach blossoms on the water, he said gently.

At this time, if a little lady who is ignorant of the world sees the man on the bridge from gentleness to affection and remorse, she stops at the emotional turn of nostalgia. I'm afraid that I will immediately have spring in my eyebrows and eyes, and fall into those eyes that have experienced the vicissitudes of the world.

The boy left the covered bridge, looked for an inaccessible place, and stared at his palms in a daze. Thinking about the words and deeds just now, I am afraid that it has deeply hurt the man who should have been called his father.

At noon, the crowd in the town was not dense.

The breeze blows, and the young Taoist's banner floats gently with the breeze, and the four eye-catching big characters of "Divine Calculation" on it shine brightly.

In the distance, a charming woman walked into the town with a child.

Looking at its gaseous appearance, there is a kind of domineering attitude that has been in a high position for a long time. The jewels on the bun are dazzling.

It looked like a child about three years old, staggering and following the woman step by step.

The young Taoist who stared at the woman for a long time slowly withdrew his gaze as the woman slowly walked in. But the mind is spinning. Thinking about how to make a fortune out of the mother and son.

Probably playful, the child jumped to the stall and held the stick holder on the table and looked at it for a while. The young Taoist who was thinking about how to open his mouth to stop this big fat sheep was very determined in his heart.

"It's done!"

"Yangyang, don't mess around!" The woman feigned anger, and her chest heaved. The trembling scenery caused the young Taoist to have ups and downs in his heart. But he still pretended to be calm.

"It's okay, the little young master seems to be quite immortal. Why don't you let the poor Dao divinate a hexagram. ”

"The Taoist may wish to calculate what the concubine thinks physically and mentally." Hearing the young Taoist's words, the woman's heart also became interested.

"The little master is only a child, but he is a living dragon. Presumably a precocious talent. Although the lady is a phoenix crown and is full of jewels, she can't cover a little dust on her body. I think it's a long way off. You might as well sit down and drink some simple tea first, and listen to the poor Tao in detail. The young Taoist said with a slight sigh, and got up to give up the only bench on the stall to the guest who had finally taken the bait. Then he sat down on the root of an old locust tree next to him.

The woman was not in a hurry, picked up the childish child who was holding the sticker and played with it repeatedly, sat on the bench and stared at the young Taoist, waiting for the next step.

The young Taoist didn't dare to talk nonsense for a while, worried that the cooked duck in front of him would fly. While looking at the mother and son repeatedly, I typed the draft in my heart.

"Madame, I wonder if this trip will be as good as she wants."

The woman shook her head and did not speak.

"Count the future of your son."

The woman shook her head. The young Taoist finally couldn't sit still, and put away his posture. If you don't get it right, the fat in your mouth will fly out of the bowl. The woman no longer continued to embarrass the fortune teller, who was obviously begging for a living, and smiled: "Actually, the Taoist chief has guessed everything, not only whether this trip can be fulfilled, but also wants to know the future of the child." ”

The young Taoist was relieved, nodded lightly, and said, "Poor Dao has always been a last resort. ”

With a not-so-stiff beginning, the young Taoist seemed to open up the conversation.

"Mrs. must have come from a big family, and she should have experienced some wind and frost in her early years, and she suddenly became rich and noble when the young master was born, which can be regarded as a mother and a son. Poor roads can be wrong. ”

Although the woman was pierced, she was not angry, but she was just a young Taoist who knew everything like a god. I didn't notice that a waist card engraved with the word "Wu" on the child's waist was eye-catching.

"The sudden wealth is always unacceptable compared to the money that has been accumulated step by step. Envy is inevitable. The young Taoist sighed.

Perhaps it was the young Taoist's nonsense, and some heartfelt words moved the woman, who took out a pure gold brand and put it on the table and said.

"And he gave it as a reward."

The eyes of the young Taoist, who had not seen gold for more than half a year, suddenly lit up, and when the gold medal was placed on the table, he grabbed it with lightning speed, and did not check the authenticity, but put it directly into his sleeve. Then laughed. "Although Madame's trip has some twists and turns, it can generally get what she wants. As for the noble son, as long as he does good deeds, he will definitely be able to ride the wind and become the unshakable support of his wife. ”

"Then I will inherit the good words of the Taoist." The woman laughed too.

"Yangyang, put down the sticker." The woman said to her son, who was in her arms.

"No, I want this...."The child clutched the sticker and didn't let go.

The woman was also a little at a loss for a while, so she had to look at the young Taoist with a helpless expression.

"It's okay, if you like it, you can take it." The young Taoist who had just won a large piece of gold could not take care of the lottery holder. I wished to give it as well, lest the woman regret it and ask for the gold from her sleeve.

The young Taoist who had just made a lot of money did not close his stall and did not set up a stall. I just sat under the old locust tree by myself, closed my eyes, and was too empty. It wasn't until a monk gently tapped the table with his fingers that he came back to his senses.

I saw a gourd hanging from the monk's waist and walked slowly, knocking on the table when passing by the stall, but he didn't speak. Just looked at the young Taoist priest quietly, smiling rather than smiling.