Cicadas are already singing in the streets.

In the days that followed, Song You often closed the door and taught Sanhua Niangniang to read and write in the house.

Of course, it's not that it's too tiring to study late all day.

Song You usually only teaches her in the afternoon, and when he finishes eating, he goes to take a nap and let her practice.

He only taught her a dozen words a day.

Every time she is taught to learn a word, she must be amazed or praised or unbelievable or suspected that she is secretly working hard, in short, every day is not the same. When you teach three or four words, you have to stop in time and tell her that ordinary people's energy and intelligence are limited every day, and although Sanhua Niangniang is talented, it is not that her energy and intelligence are inexhaustible, and then under her strong request, teach her some more.

After teaching, he didn't forget to persuade her not to work secretly, and then pretended not to know that she was secretly working hard.

The shop sign at the door was not taken down. If someone knocks at the door and asks them to drive away evil spirits and rats, they go for a walk. If someone sees that the door is closed, he will not come to look for it, and he will not feel guilty because he has not helped others, but only feel that there is no fate between the two parties, and he is happy to have another day of leisure.

Gradually, spring ends, and summer begins.

The sunshine increases, the thunderstorms become more numerous, the leaves on the willow branches become more and more lush, the sun outside the window shines so much that people's eyes can't open every day, the clothes of the people on the street are getting shorter and shorter, and even some people who do hard work in the city simply do not wear shirts, and the ribs are strangled with strips of cloth around their waists, and they often sweat profusely.

It's already summer.

In these days, Wu Nuxia still goes out early and returns late.

After finishing the elm money, I picked the locust flowers again.

Sometimes he cut two catties of meat, and he also came to ask him to process it and set up a partner. Sometimes on the way back, I would come across something that smelled fragrant, and I would buy some and share it with them. Sometimes when I am in a good mood, I come to them and invite them to a place near or far to have a snack, which is quite interesting.

This woman is sometimes tired, sometimes relaxed, and sometimes a little bloody on her body, and Song You doesn't bother to ask, as he said at the beginning, they get along with each other easily.

At most, ask her why she invited them to dinner again.

Wu Nuxia grinned and told him-

If you enter the rivers and lakes, you are a thin person.

Right now, she is surviving in Changjing, her head is pinned to the waistband of her pants, she is tired and dangerous, and she doesn't know if she can come back when she goes out every day. But I came back smoothly, but I couldn't find anything else to do, which was really boring.

When it comes to hobbies, she is also very lacking.

When she was a child, she didn't eat much good, and when she grew up, she didn't know much about poetry and songs, she couldn't listen to songs, she couldn't appreciate tea, and eating was her biggest hobby in this life. However, I was young, had no money or ability, couldn't afford it, and couldn't go far. Now that I can afford it, I have gone far, and I have found that some meals are really difficult to eat alone.

If you order more, you can't finish eating, and if you order less, you can't eat it all.

No more, no less, and not much fun.

When others see you alone, they always like to look at you twice.

I used to have no friends and old people in Changjing, and when I came back every day, I filled my stomach casually, so I shrunk on the bed on the second floor, opened my eyes and looked at the dark night for a while, and then woke up the next morning. Now that I have a friend who can talk to me, I naturally want to call my friend to have a good meal with me.

First, I love to eat.

Second, I comforted myself for my hard work, rewarded myself for living one more day, and celebrated that I was one step closer to the goal I set when I came to Changjing.

In any case, after a day of fatigue and danger, she can call a good friend who can talk and don't ask questions to have a good meal with without any burden, and even when she is depressed, she lowers her head and concentrates on eating, without saying a word, and he will not ask more, she feels that it is really a comfortable thing.

Very good.

Song You is also very satisfied with this kind of life and contact.

It is beautiful to be able to see it, but not to mix it deeply, to be able to experience it, and not to feel tired.

I am also satisfied with such a friendship.

Gradually, it was May.

……

The plums are sour and soft, and the plantain is green and the window screen.

The day is long and wakes up ruthlessly, watching children catch willow flowers.

The Taoist put away the brush and looked at the lines of words on the paper.

The windows on the second floor were still open, and the breeze blew the willow branches, bringing in a little coolness through the windows, and blowing the scent of ink in front of them.

The little girl grabbed the edge of the desk with both hands and craned her neck to watch.

Then he looked up at the Taoist, with doubts in his eyes.

"What is written?"

"What does Sanhua Niangniang know?"

"Day, long, son, son, child."

The little girl stood on tiptoe and stretched out her hand one by one to point to the handwriting on the paper, because the ink had not dried, she did not dare to poke her hand down, and at the same time read word by word.

Finally, point to the word in the bottom left corner:

"Flowers!"

"Sanhua Niangniang is amazing."

"Why don't I know so many words?" The little girl looked up at the Taoist, her eyes rolling wildly, and there was some doubt in it.

"Because Sanhua Niangniang hasn't learned yet."

"You don't teach me."

"There are too many words in this world, even if Sanhua Niangniang is talented, she must learn word by word slowly, not in a hurry." Song You said patiently.

"I'm smart."

"That's nature." Song You pursed his lips and said unhurriedly, "Now Sanhua Niangniang can write a lot of words, but she has always used willow branches and sand tables, and she has never used pen and ink, why don't you try to write on paper with a brush today, how about it?" ”

As he spoke, he handed the brush to the little girl.

The little girl was really diverted, her eyes were on the pen and paper, and she couldn't see the thoughts on her face, but she didn't reach out to take it, but said crisply:

"Paper costs money!"

"It's okay." The Taoist touched the girl's head, "Maybe it will become more precious because of the words written by Sanhua Niangniang." ”

"I don't understand."

"Try it."

"Oh......"

The little girl hesitantly took the brush.

According to the way the Taoist taught her, she held the pen holder, looked down at the paper on the table, dipped the ink on the inkstone like the Taoist, and carefully scraped it, and carefully put down the pen.

Four big words fell on the paper -

Sanhua Niangniang.

It's not pretty, but it's neat, with more than a dozen ink spots of all sizes splattered.

After writing, she hurriedly put away the pen, not daring to write more.

"Excellent! Sanhua Niangniang is still young, not long after learning, the first time she put down the pen, she already has everyone's demeanor, over time, how can you get it? ”

“！”

The little girl did not speak, nor did she have expressions, and her inner thoughts could not be seen from her face.

But if there is a tail, I'm afraid it's already cocked.

The Taoist dries the ink and carefully puts away the paper.

In fact, not only does paper cost money, but this ink is also the condensation ink of Yidu, which is very expensive, and even he rarely uses it later, so he took it out again today.

No matter how expensive the paper and ink is, it is also the carrier of words, where can it compare to the first line of words written by Sanhua Niangniang?

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"Tuk Tuk ......"

The Taoist and the girl went downstairs together, and when they opened the door, they saw a young servant standing at the door.

When the servants saw him, they hurriedly saluted him.

"Sir, the villain is polite."

"You don't have to be polite." Song You also returned the salute, and saw beads of sweat on his face, "I don't know what happened when I was not satisfied to come down and look for it?" ”

"Sir, can you exorcise evil spirits?"

"Nature."

Song You pointed to the shop sign on the door.

"My master also heard about Mr.'s skills from others, so he specially invited him." The servant said, "I don't know if it is convenient for Mr. to go with the villain, and my master will be grateful." ”

"Where does the owner who is dissatisfied?"

"The junction of the East City and the West City, not far away."

"What's the matter?"

"My master has often been restless recently, waking up in the middle of the night, as if he was being spied on, and went to Tianhai Temple to ask for a consecrated magic weapon, but it was useless." The servant showed embarrassment, "The master must be strong, and it is inconvenient for the villain to say more, if it is convenient for the gentleman, please go over and take a look." ”

"It's fine."

Song You looked up at the scorching sun overhead, and although he didn't want to go out, he agreed to come down.

Then he turned around and said to the little girl behind him: "The sun is big outside, it's very hot, and there is no one at home, so please ask Sanhua Niangniang to guard the house at home, don't be touched by idle people and other people, steal things." Please also pay attention to the combination of work and rest, practice words need to be appropriate, with the talent of Sanhua Niangniang, you can write well without double practice. ”

"Yes!"

The little girl quietly looked at the Taoist, and promised well, but in her heart she had already decided to work hard.

How is it possible not to double down?

The so-called talent is all the result of her secret hard work, this Taoist priest doesn't know, so he said that she is talented, if he doesn't practice one day, won't he feel that his talent has suddenly deteriorated?

How can that work!

The Taoist naturally didn't know about this, and only said to the servant in a soft voice: "Then please take the trouble and lead the way." ”

"Don't dare, please."

The servant respectfully walked forward.

Along the way, he told Song You something related to his master, as if he was afraid that he would be heard by pedestrians on the street, so his voice was low.

The master of his family is a military attache in the capital, responsible for the defense of the capital, and is in the prime of life.

It stands to reason that such a military attache should be difficult to approach and inviolable from all evils, but recently he is often restless, and he always feels that someone is staring at him after falling asleep.

The military attache who guarded the capital was worried that his house was haunted and his body was evil, and he was afraid of being laughed at when he said it, so he didn't dare to invite those famous masters.

Song You followed him all the way into the mansion.

The house is not big, and the location is average.

Changjing is indeed not easy to live in.

Song You stepped into the courtyard gate and looked left and right, but did not notice the evil spirit.

Then the master came out to meet him.

Sure enough, he is a strong military attaché! Resting at home in the summer, dressed very casually, thin clothes can't block the outline of muscles at all, and it is the age of vigorous blood, such a martial artist, ordinary yin spirits are afraid that they will not be close to the front of him, as for ordinary demons, even if they will not be cut by him with a sword, they will not dare to easily be enemies with him!

This is indeed the case –

Song You squinted his eyes and looked at it, but he didn't notice anything unusual from the master's family.

until he entered the bedroom of his master's house.

I saw a painting hanging on the wall—

The figure in the painting is neatly draped, tall, riding on a horse, carrying a spear, lifelike. When he looked at him, he felt even more agile, and in a trance, he even felt that he was going to rush out of the painting, poke the person in front of him with the momentum of the charge, and then nail it directly to the door behind him.

The person in the painting is the military attache in front of him.