Back in the courtyard of Mr., Wu Xing put the things in the small cloth bag into the cabinet neatly, although the cabinet is small, but Wu Xing's things are less, and only a small half of it is filled, but after a long time, Wu Xing grows up, grows taller, and his clothes will always fill the cabinet.

Looking at the neat and tidy small room with satisfaction, this is all learned from Sister Xiaoman, when I was at home before, there were many children, my father and mother were busy, and things were all placed randomly, how could I be so neat and clean now.

Closing the door, Wu Xing hurried to the study to practice calligraphy, as Mr. taught in the past, first study the ink, spread out the paper with a paperweight pressed one end, spread out flat, but when the pen was put down, it was difficult, what to write, Mr. did not say.

Write your name first, Mr. said that the words are like his person, not his face, you can know the character, and the signature can be seen in a person's life and character, then practice your name first.

The little hand lifted the pen, calmly wrote down two words, frowned after writing, obviously trying to control his fingers, how to write it is still not as good as one ten-thousandth of Mr.?

No, no, write another one.

Wu Xing was originally different from those ordinary crying and noisy children, if she didn't pay attention to her, no one told her what to do, she could nest in one place all day, extremely quiet, so she wrote and wrote, she forgot the time, until the hunger in her stomach reminded her.

As the sun fell, it turned out that he had been writing for more than an hour, Wu Xing rubbed his somewhat sore fingers, counted the number of pages on the paper, and wrote fifteen large characters.

It is better to go to dinner first, but the gentleman has not come back yet.

Wu Xing was a little entangled, and in the end the former defeated the latter, anyway, Mr. said that he didn't have to wait for him, and it didn't matter if he ate first.

Carrying the food box back, the kitchen habitually gave two servings, the night gradually spread around, the night fog in the mountains and forests, the large and small courtyards on the road were lit up with hazy candlelight, Wu Xing walked on the road, vaguely saw Mr. in the house, the window also revealed a faint yellow light, hurriedly quickened the pace, but when I walked in, I found that it was not candlelight, but only the light reflected by the window flowers.

I couldn't help but be a little disappointed, put the food box away, and silently finished my share.

Wrote ten more big characters, the silence in the middle of the night, only a few autumn cicadas could be heard, the food left in the food box was already cold, the candle flame was also burned to the bottom, the candle flame was submerged by the candle tears, only a few sparks remained, Wu Xing watched the last candlelight gradually disappear, smeared the blurred moonlight put away the pen and ink, and got into his small room.

It wasn't until the sky was about to break and Wu Xing was about to fall asleep in a daze that he seemed to hear the slight sound of the doorpost opening and closing, and he smelled a hint of blood between his noses.

Did Mr. go to kill someone?

Wu Xing didn't feel a trace of fear of this known result, but cared more about the return of Mr., because the return of Mr. brought some peace of mind to her sleepless night, and she also fell asleep because of this little peace of mind.

After sleeping for more than an hour, Wu Xing got up and washed, she didn't recognize the bed, even if last night was in a new environment, when she thought that the next door was Mr., she felt at ease, and she could be regarded as having a good night's sleep, and took out the new clothes she bought yesterday, Wu Xing picked and picked up which one to wear, all of them were bought by Mr., she liked them all, hesitated for a while, and wore that set of azure blue silk shirts, she remembered that Mr. also had a set similar to this style, if Mr. also wore that set, then the two of them went out and others knew that it was a family.

It's a pity that Mr. didn't buy her a hat, I don't know if I forgot or felt that she didn't need to wear a hat, Wu Xing touched the short melon skin hairstyle on the top of his head, the front end hung down on his forehead and covered his eyes a little, and he pulled the hair in front of his forehead to the back, revealing a full brain door, there was no mirror in the ear room, and she didn't care if she was neat or not, as long as she didn't block her vision, anyway, with such short hair, it didn't look good no matter how she pulled it.

Before Mr. got up, he went to fetch hot water and brought breakfast before calling Mr.

Mr. came back after the third watch, do you want to wait a little longer and call Mr. Wu Xing hesitated, but heard a light cough from Mr. through the door.

Strange, it was like this last time, she hadn't spoken yet, she walked very lightly, standing far away outside the courtyard gate, Mr. knew that she was coming, Wu Xing thought about it and asked this sentence.

"How does the gentleman know I'm outside?"

There was the sound of Mr. squirting dressed from inside the door, and there was a very faint chuckle, "People who practice martial arts are deaf and clear-sighted, don't talk about the sound of talking and footsteps, it is the sound of breathing, and it can be easily distinguished." ”

"And who in the rivers and lakes doesn't have a few enemies? I am used to being extremely vigilant, and the slightest movement will be full of soldiers, if you encounter it, you have to stay away. ”

After a pause, Mr. laughed self-deprecatingly, this worry is really a bit redundant, Wu Xing will definitely follow him every day before he grows up, how can he meet other Jianghu people? Could it be that he is really old and loves to worry?

"These things can be comprehended by yourself after you have achieved a little success in martial arts in the future, and you don't need to worry about it. ”

Mr. said, opened the door, revealing the azure clothes, the white underwear is not stained with dust, covered with azure Confucian shirts, quite a bit of the Wei and Jin Dynasty literati and elegant style, green silk is not bound, soft draped behind him, he saw Wu Xing's head messy up stupid hair a little surprised, did not say anything, signaled her to come in.

Wu Xing is not the first time to enter Mr.'s bedroom, generously went in and got a comb, to comb Mr. hair, the corners of her lips slightly bent with a little snickering, I don't know whether to say it is fate or coincidence, Mr. is wearing a set of azure Confucian shirts similar to her style.

"How did Ah Wu make himself like this?" Mr. didn't let Wu Xing help him comb his hair, took the comb from her hand, combed the messy hair on the top of her head neatly, obediently fit the scalp, Wu Xing pinched the hair on his forehead, and motioned to Mr. to look, "It's blocking your eyes." ”

Mr. suddenly, pulled up the hair on Wu Xing's forehead, but unfortunately it was a little short, and it couldn't be tied up, as soon as the hand was put down, the broken hair immediately fell on the forehead again, Mr. touched his chin with some distress, glanced at the headband on the table, smiled knowingly, and had an idea.

He picked up the white jade hairband inlaid with silver and jade, put the jade part in front of his forehead, supported the hair against his forehead in a small arc, and tied a bow at the back of his head, hanging down and floating lightly behind his head.

Wu Xing touched the piece of white jade in the middle of his forehead, the tentacles were slightly cool, and the texture was lush, it should be a very good and valuable gem, but this hairband was worn by Mr. This azure shirt is used to tie his hair, Mr. 's hair is so long and so long, not binding his hair must be more uncomfortable than covering her eyes.

Wu Xing looked at Mr.'s hair, Mr. smiled, as if he knew what she was thinking, and picked up a hairband, which was similar to the style on her head, but it was a green jade one, "This one will be given to you to wipe your forehead, I still have a lot of it." ”

Wu Xing stood on tiptoe and stretched out his head to look at the mirror on the table, reflecting half a small face and a pair of black eyes, and the broken hair hanging down his forehead faintly revealed the silver-white jade hairband with light underneath, which had a heroic and sassy taste.