Chapter 33: Yin'er

Chu Buwei thought about the name, frowned, and laughed after a while, probably agreeing. Neither of them asked for the opinion of suffering, and this kind of thing, suffering is really not suitable.

After Bai Yunhuan decided on the name, he walked into the carriage and took out the paper and pen that Chu Buwei bought from the box under the carriage seat, Chu Buwei couldn't see it, but the beautiful handwriting really surprised Bai Yunhuan and even suffering, and he could probably guess how much effort and thought Chu Buwei had to spend to write the words like this.

Bai Yunhuan took out the pale yellow rice paper, called Chu Buwei, and asked him to study ink. Grinding ink is a process that is not in a hurry or slow, and it is a bit time-consuming and labor-intensive, Bai Yunhuan doesn't like it, but Chu Buwei enjoys this process very much; when Chu Buwei grinds ink, he can grind both his left and right hands, he once said that the maid at home is because she can only grind ink with one hand, and she often complains that grinding ink is too troublesome because her hands are sore. Therefore, Chu Buwei learned to study ink with two hands little by little, and Bai Yunhuan watched Chu Buwei draw circles on the inkstone with ink ingots one by one, and was a little distracted.

When he was young, when his mother taught him to write, she would also personally study ink for him, and it was also so slow; I think that if Sister Xiaoman was here, I should like Chu Buwei like this person; my grandfather estimated that his favorite was suffering; as for Sister Xiaohan, who was the strictest to herself, her favorite must still be herself.

Bai Yunhuan's thoughts have drifted into the distance little by little, but fortunately, there is a little girl Yin Er by his side, a little monk who is suffering, and Chu Buwei.

Bai Yunhuan felt that thanks to them.

Chu Buwei gently pinched the top of the ink ingot with his left hand, and the ink strips rubbed regularly on the inkstone, and the sound was like the silence in the car circled by the annual rings. The carriage tires are made of cork, which is a specialty of Dongzhou, the wood is heavy but has excellent toughness, as long as you don't take the mountain road, it won't make too much noise;

Chu Buwei spent almost half an hour just grinding the ink, plus the time for placing the ink, it was exactly half an hour, and Bai Yunhuan waited quietly on the side, surprisingly quiet.

Chu Buwei finished the ink, put the ink ingot on the ink bed, and carefully exposed the grinding mouth; Bai Yunhuan slowly picked up the pen and seriously wrote the word "Yiyin" on the pale yellow rice paper, the handwriting was ordinary, but neat and regular. In the past, his mother told him that even if he couldn't write well, as long as he could write cleanly and bewelledly, it would be enough.

Chu Buwei, who was quietly waiting for Bai Yunhuan to finish writing his name, heard that the shopkeeper had stopped writing, but he didn't put down the pen in his hand for a long time, Chu Buwei couldn't see Bai Yunhuan's expression, but he knew Bai Yunhuan's expression. So he sat next to Bai Yunhuan and didn't say anything.

Bai Yunhuan's white hair covered his eyes, he knelt for a long time, and slowly picked up the pen, he wrote down his names on some old paper, and each name was used on a separate piece of paper.

Qingming, Xiaoman, Bailu, Xiaohan.

Then Bai Yunhuan put down the pen and read out the four names word by word, his voice a little hoarse.

Chu Buwei was a straight kneeling person, and he seriously wrote down these names. Then he said very lightly, "Good name." ”

The carriage should have been going all the way south, but before it was dark or supper, the carriage listened and stopped at the edge of a brook.

Bai Yunhuan helped Chu Buwei get out of the carriage, took the inkstone brush, and walked towards the stream. Pen and ink such supplies, the most taboo is not to clean in time, inkstone is good to say, regular can be, but the brush is every time you need to clean. That's why the carriage stops here.

Suffering took the initiative to stay in the carriage, and said that she woke up and couldn't see anyone crying, so she continued to sit cross-legged and waited for the little girl Yin Er to wake up, next to her pillow, a stone was pressed with yellowed old rice paper, and her name was written on the paper; the stone was brought out by Bai Yunhuan from the Sword Cliff, and it was the one that Qin Chuchu handed to Bai Yunhuan when he went to the forbidden land with Qin Chuchu that day.

By the creek, the stream is clear and clean, and the water flows gently. The algae at the bottom of the creek swayed along the current, and the pebbles at the bottom of the stream, which had been smoothed by the water, lay quietly in the mud, and the unique fragrance of aquatic plants flowed in the sunlight, and the birds and insects whispered, and the tender grass was all over the ground.

Chu Buwei and Bai Yunhuan squatted on the pebbles next to the stream, Chu Buwei was in charge of the simpler cleaning pen, and Bai Yunhuan was in charge of the slightly more complicated cleaning inkstone. Gently soak the brush in water, taking advantage of the time to soak the brush, Chu Buwei opened his mouth gently, and his face was full of smiles:

"Suffering usually doesn't seem to be detailed enough, and I can't imagine that I'm blind. ”

Bai Yunhuan gently wiped the inkstone with a damp cloth, and also smiled:

"What's not detailed enough, you just exalt him too much, if you want me to say, he just lacks a root in his brain. But it's true that you said this, I didn't expect him to be so rough, but he could still be careful. ”

Chu Buwei twisted the tip of the pen that had been washed with his slender fingers, took out the square towel he carried with him, and said while absorbing the water from the tip of the pen:

"The little girl is so pitiful, I guess it's like this for a while and suffering for me, but it's you, it's like pouring ecstasy soup into someone's house. ”

Bai Yunhuan smiled faintly and didn't speak, but just took the square towel from Chu Buwei's hand and wiped the inkstone.

"I'll be able to get to Fuso City tomorrow, so let's stay here today. Bai Yunhuan spoke slowly after a while, and Chu Buwei just nodded.

Bai Yunhuan found a relatively large tree by the river and lit a fire on the side, and the tinder flint was bought in the previous town, which made it much easier to make a fire. Chu Buwei is responsible for helping Bai Yunhuan, holding velvet and so on. After lighting the fire, Bai Yunhuan went to the river to find some larger river stones and piled them up next to the fire, built the fire into a small stove, and moved several large stones and placed them around the fire to use as stools. 、

Usually these processes are not used, and they are generally made up if they can be done, and they can make do if they can't. It's just that the little girl has a name today, Bai Yunhuan and Chu Buwei both feel that they should prepare something for the little girl, and after thinking about it, they didn't come up with anything famous, and finally agreed to cook her a delicious meal. Thanks to Bai Yunhuan tossing such a luxurious carriage, he has all kinds of spices and cooking utensils, and he can catch a few fish in the river, or catch a few hares and pheasants, and he can also roast a decent dinner.

Chu Buwei sat under the tree, listening to Bai Yunhuan's busy voice, feeling a little guilty in his heart, and said:

"Shopkeeper, if only I could help you. ”

Bai Yunhuan just put down the stone in his hand, wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and said angrily:

"It's enough trouble for me to just move stones, and I want to comfort you, aren't you causing me trouble. Besides, you've done enough, if you hadn't been careful along the way, we would have to ask for food to go to the Mending Heaven Pavilion, so you can sit down in peace, and we'll do the hard work. Bai Yunhuan patted his head as if he suddenly remembered something, turned to Chu Buwei:

"There's something I need you to do. ”

Chu Buwei laughed. Road:

"Yes. ”

"You go and wait for the girl to wake up and change the suffering, I thought about it just now, catching fish and rabbits, you and I estimate that ten are not as good as one suffering. The girl must be illiterate when she wakes up, so you come and tell her her name. ”

Chu didn't think about it, so he walked towards the carriage.

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