"Stay and learn martial arts?" Old Liu Tou hehe, "I don't know if I say this, it depends on your talent." Again, you take care of your injuries first. "He won't say it first. That's what he's always done.

In other words, you can live here for the time being. Shen Qiubao knew his identity very well, and he didn't expect to be able to learn art immediately, but when he heard this, his heart was a little relieved, and he quickly nodded: "Hey." ”

Breakfast is cooked. Old Liu Tou asked Shen Qiubao to eat first in the kitchen, while he himself carried breakfast in a bamboo basket and went to the main courtyard to deliver food to the hall owner and Fu Lei.

Within half an hour, Fu Lei carried a bamboo basket to send Lao Liu Tou back. At this time, Shen Qiubao had already finished eating, squatting in the bean field to catch vegetable insects - in the back yard, in front of the three small cabins was a small open space. Lao Liu turned them into vegetable patches, and planted beans, pumpkins, greens and leeks at the seams.

"Junior Brother Yun, the injury on your leg is not well resolved, don't work too hard. Fu Lei beckoned to him, "Come here, I'll show you the wound." ”

"Okay, Brother Fu. Shen Qiubao slowly moved out of the vegetable patch.

There is an old well in the courtyard. The well platform has two feet and is made of evergreen stone. Fu Lei helped Shen Qiubao sit down on the well platform, picked up his left trouser leg, and gently unwrapped the gauze.

"Well, the wound is scarred. Fu Lei nodded with satisfaction, took out a fist-sized white porcelain fat belly bottle from his arms, gave him medicine, and told him, "In the past two days, new meat will grow, and the wound will be a little itchy." You have to take care of your hands and don't scratch them. ”

The bottle contains a yellowish oily liquid. Applied to the scar, it is cool and comfortable. Shen Qiubao narrowed his eyes comfortably, and nodded again and again: "Well, I listen to Brother Fu and don't scratch it." ”

After applying the medicine, Fu Lei wrapped him in new gauze again, handed him the medicine bottle, and instructed him to apply the medicine by himself in the future: "Apply it twice a day, get up in the morning, and before going to bed at night, just apply the medicine once as I just did." Before the scar falls, it should not be wet. ”

Shen Qiubao held the medicine bottle, raised his head and asked with wide eyes, "Brother Fu, then, will you come to see me in the future?" From Old Liu Tou, he knew that whether he could stay and learn martial arts was all up to the words of the hall owner. And he can't see the hall owner, so if he wants to stay, the only way to win the love of Lao Liu Tou and Fu Lei is to win it. If they like him, they will say good things for him in front of the owner in the future.

The eldest sister said before that likes are all things to get along with. If he couldn't even see Brother Fu's face a few times, how could the latter like him?

Of course, he didn't deliberately fake. After a few days of getting along, he liked Brother Fu very much in his heart, and he really wanted to get close to him.

The big eyes are black and slippery, as clear as fine glass, clearly reflecting the closeness and trust of the little guy. Fu Lei was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "In the morning, I want to practice." In the afternoon, I will learn how to dispense medicine from Master. I didn't have time until noon. ”

Master has always been strict, a few days ago, if it wasn't for the medicine given to Junior Brother Yun, in the morning, he wouldn't want to walk out of the martial arts hall. Today, he also took advantage of the reason of delivering tableware to invite his master to a quarter-hour short vacation - the career of learning martial arts is rigid and hard, ten years are like a day. If you don't have some fun for yourself, how can you live your life! In the past, he liked to run to the back yard of Lao Liu Tou. Even if you don't do anything, just sit on the well platform, it's a rare leisure time of the day. Now, with such an interesting little guy newly living in the back yard, he can't control his legs even more.

It's just that, once or twice, the master will open one eye and close the other. If this is the case every day, it will definitely be difficult for Master to explain it.

I'll have to find a plausible excuse!

Looking at the little guy's well-behaved appearance, he suddenly remembered the conversation between the master and Lao Liu Tou yesterday: Lao Liu Tou liked the little guy very much, and he felt ashamed of him, so he asked for a chance to learn martial arts from the master. And the master also moved his heart to hide, and there were signs of loosening.

With a move in his heart, he thought about it and asked with a smile: "Little Brother Yun, are you literate?"

The day after picking up the little guy, Lao Liu Tou asked about the origin of the little guy and immediately reported it to the master in 1510. At that time, he followed the master, because he knew that the little guy was a mountain orphan whose parents were dead and abandoned by his relatives, and his only sister was very likely to feed the fox demon in the back mountain. With a little guy's life experience and young age, he should not be enlightened. In other martial arts halls, the senior brother usually has to teach the younger brothers and sisters under the master. But there is only one disciple in their gym, and he, the senior brother, has always been just a decoration. The master didn't speak, he couldn't teach martial arts, but he could teach the little guy to read first!

Sure enough, Shen Qiubao shook his head honestly: "I don't recognize it." ”

There is ethnography in Niutouao Village. However, the clan stipulates that men in the clan must be at least six years old before they can be enlightened. He's not old yet. Well, even if he reaches his age, listening to his father's wishes, he will not send him to enlightenment: first, he will have to pay twenty big coins and three buckets of rice to go to the clan to learn enlightenment. If you still have to continue studying, you will have to pay 10 yuan a month after the year; second, literacy is to prepare for learning martial arts. How can ordinary mountain children have the opportunity to learn martial arts? People usually think that if they do not learn martial arts, they will be of no use at all if they are literate. Therefore, why waste so much money and time on it? In Niutouao Village, except for the patriarch and grandfather's house, other families rarely send their children to the clan school.

And he also listened to the brothers of the patriarch's grandfather's family complaining, saying that literacy is difficult and not fun at all. Therefore, I had never been literate before.

However, this is no longer the case.

He has to learn a good martial arts in order to avenge his father and grandmother, so he naturally has to find an opportunity to read and write first.

Thinking of this, he looked at Fu Lei with expectant eyes and begged, "Brother Fu, can you teach me to read?"

What a smart little guy!Fu Lei raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to learn?"

"I want to learn, I want to learn from the bottom of my heart!" Shen Qiubao clenched his hands into fists in front of his chest and nodded vigorously.

"Flutter". Fu Lei was amused by his serious appearance: "Okay, in the future, every day at noon, I will come over to teach you literacy." ”

Unexpectedly, Brother Fu's heart was even better than the Bodhisattva in the temple, and he responded to his request. Shen Qiubao clapped his hands fondly: "Ah, great! Thank you, Brother Fu......"

He was so happy. If it weren't for Fu Lei's quick eyes and quick hands, he would have jumped up immediately.

"You move around, be careful to tear the wound. ”

"Brother Fu, is it starting at noon today?"

"Uh, okay......"

Old Liu Tou heard the cheers outside and poked his head out of the kitchen. Seeing that on the well platform, the two boys, one big and one young, were all happy, and he couldn't help touching his beard and chuckling: "Two Hanwa ......" for many years, he has not heard such a cheerful and relaxed laugh in the boxing gym.

Back in the main courtyard, Fu Lei truthfully reported to the hall owner. As he expected, the Pavilion Master agreed, but only allowed him to pass for half an hour. The reason is: it is not wrong to help others, but Fu Lei cannot delay his schoolwork because of this.

"After the New Year, you have to take the martial arts test. If you don't hurry up now, how will you be able to get by?" said the owner.

For half an hour, Fu Lei was already very content.

After lunch, he rummaged through the pile of old papers in the boxing gym for a long time, and finally found an old book called "Literacy Song", and went to the Houzao Courtyard to teach Shen Qiubao to read and write with great interest - in the most glorious period, the Liujia Boxing Gym opened up the "Tuwen Pavilion". It contains hundreds of entry-level martial arts classics and medicine books. The books are literacy-oriented, simple and easy to understand, and can be borrowed by apprentices at any time. It's a pity that since the old lady passed away, the boxing gym has been declining, and the loss of apprentices has been serious, and the Tuwen Pavilion has borne the brunt. Due to unattended, all kinds of books were lost and damaged. By the time it reached the current owner, it had turned into a messy pile of old papers, piled up in a corner of the west wing of the main courtyard and turned to ashes.

"When I was enlightened, in addition to this "Literacy Song", Master also prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone for me. It's just that I don't have much money right now, and I can't get any extra money. I can only prepare you a brush. Fu Lei was a little embarrassed and handed over an old brush, "You can use water instead of ink for the time being, and practice calligraphy on the ground." After a pause, he added, "When I was young, I practiced calligraphy on the ground most of the time. ”

"Thank you, Brother Fu. Shen Qiubao was very satisfied, and took the old brush with both hands like a treasure, "I really like it." ”

What a good boy. Fu Lei secretly sighed: "Then, I'll teach you to write your name first." As he spoke, he took the brush from Shen Qiubao's hand again, dipped it in water, and wrote the word "Shen Yun" on the muddy floor one by one.

After writing, he specially reminded Shen Qiubao to observe his posture with a pen. Then, hand the pen back to the latter: "You take the pen, I will hold your hand and teach you to write again." "He didn't know how to teach his disciples. That's how the master enlightened him back then, and he copied it, which should be right.

"Hmm. Shen Qiubao's eyes were shining, and he tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart, and he held the pen like him.

He is more clever than Fu Lei imagined, he is simply a teacher, and when he first gets started, he holds the brush decently.

I was still thinking of reminding him of a few tips for holding a pen, but seeing this, Fu Lei swallowed those words silently, held his hand, and wrote while chanting the stroke order: "Point, point, mention ......"

After a while, the word "Shen Yun" appeared again on the muddy floor.

Shen Qiubao couldn't believe his eyes—ah, I can write! This is "Shen Yun"!

Although already in front of many people, he has already used this name. However, in his heart, he has always only taken this name as a pseudonym, and has never taken it seriously. Until this moment, the word "Shen Yun" appeared in his pen. At this moment, he suddenly had a wonderful feeling: Shen Yun, I am Shen Yun!

I want to work hard to learn literacy, and in the future, I will learn martial arts, learn the skills of one, and become a martial artist like the master of the hall.

I want to be a martial artist Shen Yun who can avenge my father and grandmother! Don't be that mountain baby Shen Qiubao who doesn't know anything, is bullied by others, and can't even be protected by my eldest sister!

Therefore, from today onwards, Shen Qiubao is reduced to the past.

My name is Shen Yun!

I'm Shen Yun!

"Can you write?" Fu Lei asked as he let go of his hand.

Shen Yun was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Point, point, point...... Woo woo, it's too long, I didn't remember it......