Several days have passed, and Mr. Zhang's heart is still aching.

Before, the bud tea that Xu Guangling prepared for him was enough, but now he can only drink four at a time, too much, it will be a little excessive, less is not good, and it will feel a little inadequate.

Four at a time, twenty-eight in a week, and new ones next week.

This sprout can only last for four days if he and the old man try to find a way to do it, but it doesn't mean that it will be completely wasted after four days, but something in it will begin to decay, and the decay is very large.

It was about a third of a day, and after three days, most of the shoots that were sealed in the Xiaoice had disappeared, leaving only a little remnant.

On the fourth and fifth days, there were no remnants of them, and only gaps and a little greenery remained in the ice.

But in any case, it will survive a week, just in time for a new round of picking.

On that day, the heavy rain, and then, the heavy rain did not unexpectedly turn into a heavy rain, accompanied by amazing thunder and lightning, black clouds pressed the mountains, and the day was like night, as if the end times had come.

This level of heavy rain is very rare in Mr. Zhang's life.

To be more precise, I probably haven't seen it once!

In addition to the heartache of the disappearance of the tender bud tea, Mr. Zhang couldn't help but hesitate a little in his heart - could this be his disciple who was crossing the catastrophe?

Well, the idea is too folk, too legendary.

But the old guy and Xiaowei also expressed such thoughts.

They then looked at it from a distance, and Xu Guangling was still sitting quietly under the tree.

The sky and the earth were foggy, and the wind and rain were raging, and within about three meters around the figure, there was no dust and no rain. Looking from afar, especially through the heavy rain curtain, what is it that is not a "fairy among the gods"?

The figure who got along day and night in the past seemed extraordinarily ethereal at that moment, as if he was sitting in the clouds, sitting outside the sky, and sitting on the other side.

Mr. Zhang then said to Mr. Chen that day: "Old man, come on, let's not be too far left behind by clumsy words!"

On the fourth day of Xu Guangling's settlement, Mr. Zhang missed him.

On the fifth day of Xu Shuyan's decision, Mr. Zhang missed him.

On the sixth day of Xu Buxiao's disciple's entry, Mr. Zhang missed him.

- Tender bud tea, there is no more!

The old grain has been exhausted, the new grain is in the future, and when the green and yellow are not connected, it is the most suitable to miss.

On this night when he didn't even have the residue to drink, Mr. Zhang even had a little insomnia!

This is not dependence, but some kind of edification and smoke, and at the same time the mind is peaceful, and then the feeling of being full of qi and blood but flowing lively, there is no more, and it makes people feel that it is not even interesting to sleep.

In the past, lying in the tent, such as lying in the undulating mountains, the stream flows gently, the mountain stream Ding Ding Dong Dong, and like lying in the clouds, above, the golden sun is shining, the body is warm inside and outside, harmonious, below, the flowing clouds are graceful and light, like a clear scene, like a dream.

Then, in that kind of half-drunk and half-awake, unconsciously, he naturally fell into a deep sleep.

When you wake up in the morning, your body and mind are as new as new.

Even the very ordinary chirping of birds, listening to the ears, is like a piece of heaven.

But today.

This night today, before falling asleep this today......

There is no bud tea to drink!

Not only today, but not tomorrow, not the day after tomorrow, not the day after tomorrow, and not the day after tomorrow......

As soon as he thought of this, Mr. Zhang's insomnia deepened again!

Then tossing and turning, I really couldn't sleep, so the old man didn't sleep for the time being.

Anyway, with his current "third-level master" (disciple Xu Guangling), not to mention just going to bed late, that is, not sleeping all night, and then not sleeping for three nights, five nights, ten nights and eight nights, they are all just pediatrics.

Of course, it's hard to say longer than ever.

Mr. Chen is also a third-level master, and this master, who is half a step higher than the old man, also has a little insomnia tonight.

Then the two insomniacs walked out of the tent together to admire the moon.

However, unfortunately, today is the beginning of the month, the first day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, there is no moon to appreciate, not even a crescent moon!

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

Then the two old men could only walk around the lotus pond.

Not long after they left, in another tent not far away, the big guy also sat up from tossing and turning, sat in a daze for a long time, then quickly got dressed, and then, in his own car, returned to the base.

What for?

Office!

I have so much energy that I can't sleep.

It's a good time to work.

The people of my generation have done their best for the country, and they have died!

A little girl who also lived in a tent by the lotus pond didn't sleep much this night.

After she got up, she wanted to go to the big tent next to her to play the piano, but she was worried that the dead of night would disturb others, not only the two old men and Mr. Wei, but also many other people. Even if the sound of the piano is not loud, it can be heard far away in this quiet environment.

So what?

She copied the sheet music.

Well, back.

Dictation.

From "Rotten Ke", it was the first song of the person she heard, and it was because of this song that they were able to get acquainted.

And then there's "Scorching Bloom".

Perhaps because the first thing I heard was "Rotten Ke", Zheng Qin loved this one more among the two "sister songs", and in that person's opinion, she should prefer "Scorching Qihua".

Oh, it should.

How can there be so much should!

If she should, the moment she noticed her heartbeat, she should have left him far away.

But no.

Later, the deeper she fell, she should swing her sword to cut the love thread.

But still no.

So, he cocooned himself and stupidly handed over the invisible future to that person, and that person just carried it in his pocket.

He didn't play dumb, but he didn't promise anything either.

If you don't marry, why ......

Why don't you get rid of her!

Even though she has lost any self-control, she still has self-esteem.

As long as he said a casual word, she would definitely turn around and leave, and never look back, even if after leaving, she would be disgraced.

But no.

He...... Very good.

Such a man should be killed!

But she knew that if there was really any danger, and if she was by his side, then she would probably not even be able to control herself, so she would stand in front of him.

It's like Zixia in Journey to the West.

In fact, when Zixia died, she was happy, and only at that time did she grasp happiness in her hands.

And until then, she can't catch it.

Zixia is just a story.

And she's just thinking about it.

There can be no such opportunity.

He...... He's a god!

Occasionally put the pen down, occasionally put the pen down, and meditate with your chin in your hands.

The score is gradually generated on paper.

The melody gradually sounded in her heart.

And writing and writing, Zheng Qin suddenly had a lot of new understanding of this piece this night.

Obviously, when he first composed this piece, he also had a dilemma in his heart, before, she saw the dilemma in this piece, but she did not see the pain hidden in the dilemma.

- Can people like him also suffer?

No, there shouldn't even be embarrassment!

What else could be in this world that could make him embarrassed?

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