"Well, this is for you, we're going back. Shaoyu put the heavy pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in his hand into Tianming's hand.

Tianming stuffed "National Style" back into Shaoyu's hand, as if angrily saying: "This is not necessary, I will memorize "National Style"!" Speaking, Tianming kicked a stone on the ground boringly, and suddenly he seemed to have some good idea, and smiled happily: "Shaoyu, you go back and help me ask, can I write "National Style" silently twice?"

Shao Yu hugged his shoulders and didn't speak, giving him a 'what do you say?' look.

Tianming understood, nodded stupidly, and said in a heavy tone: "Second Master, Shaoyu walks slowly, don't send it." ”

When Yan Lu left, he didn't forget to instruct: "Do what I say, your second uncle shouldn't faint again, call me if you have something." ”

Tianming nodded, it seems that compared to the second uncle, copying books now is his biggest headache.

Shaoyu waved his hand at Tianming: "Let's go~" and went back with the second master Gongyan Lu.

Looking at the backs of the second master Yan Lu and Shao Yu, Tianming muttered to himself: "I don't know what kind of wind that master gong is smoking, I have obviously asked for leave." ”

Back in the inner room, Tianming sat not far from Xiaozhuang, spread out the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and was about to study ink to write "National Style", but just after studying ink, Tianming was angry and indignant after holding the pen, his upper body was lying on the table, his hands pushed forward hard, and his feet were also kicking hard, wanting to vent his body not easily.

As a result, Tianming didn't pay attention, pushed the ink block forward, and smashed it on Xiao Zhuang's face, because Xiao Zhuang's body was still sweating, and a line of ink was instantly left on his handsome face. Tianming secretly said that it was not good when he saw it, and he thought to himself that it was fortunate that the second uncle had not woken up yet, otherwise he would have to cut himself with a sword. Tianming hurriedly went up and wiped the ink on Xiao Zhuang's face with wet wipes, Tianming was light-hearted, for fear of waking up the second uncle at this time, but Tianming didn't expect it, he was really afraid of something, and when Tianming put his face in front of Xiao Zhuang, Xiao Zhuang slowly opened his eyes. It may be that when the ink block hit his face just now, he had some consciousness, and then he was stimulated by this cold feeling, and slowly regained consciousness.

The moment they looked at each other, both of them were embarrassed, Xiao Zhuang's body became extremely indifferent because it was controlled by Gai Nie's consciousness, only to see that Gai Nie was stunned at first, and then his face became more and more heavy.

Tianming's brain was running fast, he grinned awkwardly at the corner of his mouth, and then said, "Second Uncle, you're very hot, aren't you?" After speaking, Tianming gently wiped Gai Nie's cheek a few times.

Gai Nie held Tianming's wrist with his hand and put his hand in front of the two, Gai Nie stared at the black ink on the wet wipes, and asked with displeasure, "What is this black thing?"

"Nothing. Tianming wanted to cover up, and immediately left and threw the wipes into the distance. Gai Nie subconsciously touched his slightly aching cheek with his hand. His face was a little wet, Gai Nie looked at his hands, some ink was stuck to his hands, Gai Nie's face was gloomy, thinking that this must be Tianming's naughty. Gai Nie only felt a chill on his body, and then realized that he was sitting in the ice. Gai Nie looked around inexplicably, it turned out that he was sitting naked in a bath bucket filled with ice, why he took it in the bath bucket like this, he didn't know why, but he remembered that when he took a bath just now, before dawn, he went to take a bath and suddenly his eyes were dark.

It may be that after a long time of sitting, Gai Nie only felt that his legs were a little numb, he stood up, walked out of the bathtub, and walked outside, the spring breeze gently swept over his shoulders, with a hint of coolness, Gai Nie felt very comfortable, he felt so comfortable, his body did not burn, and it was not so hot. He strolled through the courtyard and watched the flowers bloom and fall, and on his indifferent face, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

At this time, Tianming, who was passing by, saw Gai Nie who was wandering around in the courtyard, and he hurriedly ran to Gai Nie, and said in a somewhat commanding tone: "Second uncle, why did you run here! Go back!"

"Where are you going?" Gai Nie didn't know what Yan Lu said when he came, and he didn't even know that Yan Lu had come, he looked at Tianming for some reason, and asked in wonder.

"Go back to the barrel and sit!" Tianming said as he stood behind Ganie and pushed him forward back to the inner room.

"Come inside!" Tianming said anxiously, pointing to the empty tub.

"My leg is numb, I'm going to come out and move. Gai Nie said with a disapproving expression.

"No, you can't move!" Tianming said to Gai Nie as if he were an adult disciplining a child.

"What's wrong?" Gai Nie stared at the serious Tianming for some reason, and asked curiously: "That bucket is hard, it's very uncomfortable to sit for a long time, and your legs will be numb, why do you have to let me sit in it?"

"Well, I don't know. Tianming was suddenly stopped by Gai Nie, he scratched the back of his head, repeated the words of the second master Yan Lu as they were, and said: "The second master said that if the second uncle sits in the ice bucket every day for eight hours a day, he will not faint." ”

"Eight hours?" Gai Nie was slightly startled, and then couldn't help but complain: "It's not a working system! Why sit for eight hours?"

"Oh, second uncle, go in quickly!" Tianming pushed Gai Nie again. Gai Nie moved his legs, moved the parts that were paralyzed by sitting for a long time, and then slowly sat down.

Sitting in it, Gai Nie was a little bored, but it was indeed very comfortable to be wrapped in cold ice.

"How many days will this last?" Gai Nie's gaze wandered with the dawn as it walked back and forth.

"At least five days, right?" Tianming said, "Second Master said that he would come back in five days." ”

"Who is your second master?" asked Gai Nie again.

"Confucianism is the second master. Tianming replied again.

"I don't know at all. Gai Nie whispered, and then he spoke, "After five days, you can take me to the new mansion in Guigu, right?"

"Hmm. If you are completely well by then, second uncle, then you can do it. Tianming nodded and said, then he walked in front of Gai Nie, looked at the ice cubes in Gai Nie's bath bucket, and saw that the ice cubes around Gai Nie had some signs of melting, and it seemed that these ice cubes would dissolve in less than three hours.

Tianming looked a little anxious, he drooped his eyes, and came to the table and sat down with an unhappy look, he held the pen with one hand, the other hand against his chin, put his little thumb to his mouth and bit his nails, Tianming looked restless and upset, and the hand holding the pen was still playing with the pen.

Gai Nie stared at Tianming's movements, and seeing that Tianming's pen had not fallen for a long time, he said curiously: "What do you want to write?"

"National Style"" Tianming replied listlessly.

"That's not going to be written quickly. Gai Nie didn't know what was going on this time, and he didn't usually talk much, but he turned on the broken mouth mode.

Seeing Gai Nie talking endlessly, Tianming finally couldn't help it, he put down the pen in his hand, frowned and said, "Second uncle, are you very uncomfortable?"

"No, I don't. Hearing Tianming's question, Gai Nie shook his head and said, "I'm refreshed and comfortable now. ”

Tianming lowered his eyes, stared at the white rice paper on the table, muttered unhappily, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "That's the wrong medicine, that's all there was to it." ”

Gai Nie heard Tianming muttering over there, but he didn't hear what Tianming was talking about, so he asked curiously, "Eh, what did you just say?"

"I didn't speak. Tianming was afraid that Gai Nie would know that he was scolding him just now, so he pretended to have an innocent expression, spread his hands, and when he was talking, Tianming dipped his brush in ink and wrote on the rice paper of Baihuahua. Tianming has to raise his head three times to write a word, for a while to look at the flowing clouds flying across the sky outside the window, and then to be attracted by the chirping of birds outside the door, anyway, he can't concentrate, when writing, he finds that everything is so fun, so interesting, Tianming feels that this must be a special thing given to him by God, so that he will find all the beautiful things in the world when he writes.

There was a gust of wind blowing outside the window, and the leaves rustled with the wind, which was so funny! There was peace outside the door, but there was dead silence inside the door.

At this moment, Tianming's heart has flown to the green valley of the mountains and forests full of roasted pheasants outside, and he can't get back no matter how he withdraws it. Gai Nie could only sit in the barrel, he seemed a little bored, so he kept staring at Tianming's movements, seeing the ink in the inkstone dipped in Tianming, Gai Nie seemed to understand why there was ink on his cheeks, but he didn't have the heart to be hypocritical with Tianming, after all, Tianming also wiped him clean.

At this moment, Gai Nie saw Tianming's absent-minded and not good study, and the hard-working heart as a parent began to play a role, only to hear Gai Nie say: "Tianming, what are you looking at?"

Tianming's eyes did not return to the room because of Gai Nie's voice, but still looked out the window, he pointed to the bird on the branch outside the window, and said: "Eh, second uncle, look, the bird falling on the tree outside looks so interesting." ”

Ganie looked in the direction of Tianming's finger, but didn't see any birds or animals outside. Gai Nie looked at Tianming suspiciously, and asked, "Where are the birds?"

"Ah~ He flew away just now. Looking at the back of the bird flying away, Tianming still looked a little stupid, and he said with some loss: "Such a beautiful bird, why didn't the second uncle see it? ”

This book was first published in Reading Rim