Ku Rongti

In the quiet woods, the rustling of leaves in the wind can be heard from time to time.A gray rabbit poked its head out of the nest half its body, sniffed left and right but didn't find any strange smell, and then boldly got out of the whole body.

Danger is everywhere, a net fell down, and the gray rabbit was frightened and struggled.

Of course, to no avail

A boy in gray jumped down from the tree, with a small wooden ball hanging from his waist.

The young man looks very handsome, his age seems to be between that of a young man and an adult, and the sharp arrogance of a young man is vaguely mixed with the stability of an adult in his eyebrows and eyes.His eyebrows are very thick, and his handsome appearance with sword eyebrows and starry eyes makes people think of four words at the first sight: thick and colorful.

The teenager reached into the net and grabbed the gray rabbit by its ears to lift it out, and closed the net with the other hand.

The gray rabbit looked at him pitifully, and the young man sighed: "Look at what I'm doing, it's not that I want to eat you."

The gray rabbit couldn't understand what he said, and opened its eyes wide, watching the boy blink and blink.

The boy put it down and held it in his hand, not looking at it.

The young man got out of the woods and ran to the village across the river.

The small village has a very poetic and picturesque name - Liuyan.It is said that when a certain scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam passed by this town, he saw the smoke from the farmhouse in the suburbs, scattered into the sky and disappeared, so he gave this name out of feeling.

It is said that in order to thank the scholar, the village head at that time invited him to eat a roast chicken and gave him a jar of his daughter Chun, which he had treasured for many years.

But these have nothing to do with Sang Shiyi, he just wants to go home quickly.

That boy—that is, Sang Shishi, stopped a foot away from his own small wooden courtyard, and his eyes wandered to Aunt Zhang's house next door. He didn't see Aunt Zhang peeling beans at the door, so he boldly walked through the main entrance.

There is no way, Aunt Zhang next door is a person who eats fast and recites Buddhism all the year round, and she hates killing others the most.

He is holding a rabbit, so it's impossible to take it back and raise it for fun, right?When Aunt Zhang saw it, she wanted to catch him and yell at him.

After entering the small wooden courtyard, Sang Shixi quickly closed the door.

Sitting next to the stone table in the courtyard was a man in a green shirt, reading a book with great interest, and holding a sleeping snow-white cat in his arms.

The man's figure is thin, his facial features are well-proportioned, and he has a gentle temperament of a literati. If you look closely, you will find that the tails of his eyes are slightly raised, which is a bit unscrupulous.

The color of his eyebrows and eyes is not very strong, but his facial features, which look a little dull, have an indescribable beauty.

Looking at it this way, it seems a bit fairy-like - if he doesn't speak.

Seeing him coming back, Chu Deng ordered: "Put more chili on this one today, don't burn it like the one from the day before yesterday. Can you be more careful when you do things?"

Sang Shipi looked at him with a nonchalant smile: "You won't die if it's spicy!"

Chu Deng glared at him: "Why are you talking to your master!?" Sang Shishi pursed his lips and ignored him, and took the rabbit to the kitchen.

Chu Deng looked at the apprentice who was getting bigger and bigger, and gently stroked the cat's head and sighed: "My son is too big to help me!"

The cat whose sleep was disturbed stretched out its paw and patted Chu Deng in dissatisfaction, then arched itself into his arms and continued to sleep.

Chu Deng instantly felt that he was abandoned by the whole world, and tried his best to pluck the hair on the white cat: "You heartless little thing, how do I usually treat you? Such an attitude!"

The white cat was so irritable after being played with by him, it suddenly jumped up and jumped on the head of Chu Deng, and patted his head with its paw.

Chu Deng quickly reached out and hugged it down: "Ancestor, you are so heavy, can you stop jumping on my head? Can my old bones make you toss like this?"

The white cat grinned at him, as if to say, "Can I just let you mess around?!"

Chu Deng stroked the fur on its back again and again, the white cat closed its eyes comfortably, and purred from its throat.

Sang Shixi quickly processed the rabbit and put it on the grill. By the way, he also processed a fish and put it on the grill. He went to his room and picked up a book while roasting the rabbit while reading.

Chu Deng is his master, but he hasn't taught him any skills for so many years.

When he was eight years old, he was killed by his enemies. At the end of the fight, Chu Deng happened to pass by and took him back, who was hidden by his mother in a tree.

Now that seven years have passed, Sang Shishi has recognized the true face of this master.

Chu Deng has no other skills, but his mouth is powerful.When Sang Shishi was ten years old, he was forcibly sent to the inn in the town as an apprentice. Although Chu Deng also had a lot of books, he never took the initiative to show Sang Shishi to read, nor did he stop Sang Shishi from reading.

Sang Shishi was fascinated by the book, and only came back to his senses when he smelled the rabbit's smell.

He quickly turned the rabbit over, put down the book, picked up a knife and cut off the horrible scorched place.

"It's so troublesome!" Thinking of Chu Deng's warning, Sang Shishi really wanted to slash his face a few times.

Of course, just thinking about it.

Sang Shixi sprinkled the seasoning on the rabbit with a bitter face, baked it and put it on a plate.

The fish tastes better when it's burnt a little bit, but Sang Shiyi didn't care, took it off and put it on a small plate.

He lifted the lid of the pot, and the cooked rice was shining, and a faint smell of rice came to his face.

Sang Shishi filled up the rice, and after washing the pot, he quickly fried the green vegetables that Aunt Zhang sent yesterday, and took them out together with the rabbit and the fish.

Beside the stone table in the courtyard, Chu Deng had put the book back in the room at some point, and was sitting on the side waiting for dinner.

When Sang Shishi brought the rice, Chu Deng's eyes lit up, and he grabbed the chopsticks and quickly tore off the most tender piece of meat from the rabbit.

Sang Shishi: "..."

Don't worry, no one will grab you.

He put the plate of fish on the ground, and the white cat in Chu Deng's arms immediately jumped down and buried his head in the plate and began to eat with relish.

Chu Deng ate the rabbit meat with rice, and commented briefly: "It's burnt again, it smells like burnt."

Sang Shishi didn't change his face: "If you dislike me for not baking well, next time you can serve it by yourself."

This time Chu Deng stopped talking, and the two finished their meal in silence.

Chu Deng was full of food and drink, and just about to reprimand him a few words as usual, when he heard a knock on the door, and Aunt Zhang's angry voice: "Eleven, open the door."

The expressions of Chu Deng and Sang Shixi changed at the same time, and Sang Shixi quickly cleaned up the bones on the table, picked up the finished rabbits and ran to the kitchen.

Chu Deng pinched a formula in a place where Sang Shishi could not see, and a gust of wind blew away the smell of barbecue in the air.

He just stood up and slowly went to open the door.

"Why did it take so long to open the door, why are you dawdling on Eleventh..." Aunt Zhang's voice stopped abruptly, she looked at Chu Deng and smiled: "Yo, it's Eleventh, his master."

Chu Deng turned sideways gracefully: "Please come inside."

Sang Shishi happened to come out of the kitchen, without the slightest doubt about the sudden disappearance of the smell of barbecue in the air, looked at Aunt Zhang, and finally smiled: "Aunt Zhang, you are here."

Aunt Zhang walked into the yard and sat down familiarly. When she saw that the dishes and chopsticks on the table were confiscated, she wanted to help.

Sang Shishi dared not let her take it away, so he immediately stepped forward and quickly packed it up and brought it to the kitchen.When he came out after washing the dishes, Chu Deng had already chatted with Aunt Zhang for a while, and his family had a problem.

Aunt Zhang has a son who is about the same age as Sang Shishi. He is studying in a private school in the village. It is said that he is very smart and learns things quickly. He will take the scholar examination next month.

Here, being admitted as a scholar is a great thing in the eyes of the villagers.

"My kid has been able to study recently, and he doesn't rest until the third watch. Although it is important to be a scholar, it's good to be exhausted!" Aunt Zhang said in a sad tone, with pride written on the corners of her eyes and brows.

Chu Deng smiled: "Isn't the child studying well?"

Aunt Zhang waved her hand: "That won't work, it's good to work hard, and it's terrible to be exhausted."

Saying so, Aunt Zhang was very happy that her son was going to take the exam for scholar.I was happy, and I couldn't help but compare Sang Shishi with my son: "I just said, you should also send Shiyi to a private school, how much money can you spend? Let him be an apprentice in an inn at a young age , how can I find a good wife in the future..."

Seeing that her topic was getting farther and farther away, Sang Shixi hurried over: "Aunt Zhang, what do you want to do today?"

Aunt Zhang looked at Eleven worriedly, as if remembering something: "Ah, that's right, there is a daughter in San Liu's family in the next village. Isn't she old? Liu San intends to marry his daughter to Eleven, Chu Sir, look..."

Chu Deng resolutely refused: "No."

He refused too quickly, and Sang Shixi couldn't help giving him a suspicious look.

He saw the anger flashing in Chu Deng's eyes.

Why be angry?Sang Shishi couldn't figure it out, but he didn't plan to get married at such a young age.

Aunt Zhang hurriedly asked: "Why not? I have met that girl. She is pretty, gentle and virtuous. Although she is only 15 years old on Eleventh, she is not young. Let's make an appointment earlier. After a few days You can get married in two years, Mr. Chu, look..."

"Aunt Zhang, stop trying to persuade me, Eleven is still young, it's too early to get engaged." Chu Deng said these few human words, and Sang Eleven looked at him a few more times.

Seeing Chu Deng's aggressive attitude, Aunt Zhang turned to Sang Shishi: "Shishi, do you want to marry a wife?"

Sang Shishi had no expression on his face: "Thank you Aunt Zhang for your kindness, I don't want to."

Aunt Zhang: "Why don't you want to? It would be great to have a wife who will cook for you, wash your clothes, and take care of you."

Sang Shixi said slightly apologetically: "I'm just a handyman in an inn now, I can't let other girls suffer with me, can I? Aunt Zhang, don't mention it."

Aunt Zhang left very disappointed, Sang Shixi closed the door gently after she left, and then quickly bolted the door.

Let's go, he thought.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Chu Deng looking at him with an inexplicable gaze, and his voice was a little lower than usual: "Eleven, I didn't send you to a private school, do you blame me?"

Sang Shishi was puzzled: "Why should I blame you?"

Chu Deng tried in vain to find some flaws in his face to make himself feel better.Unfortunately, no.

Sang Shishi didn't seem to blame him for this incident, which made Chu Deng feel even more guilty.

He sighed, and went back to his room with the white cat squatting on the ground licking its paws.

Sang Shishi really didn't blame him for this incident, and it's not like he hasn't read the books in the private school—when Aunt Zhang and his son were showing off.Chu Deng's collection of books is much richer than that of Mr. Private School, and there are annotations in green handwriting on it, which can be seen as written by Chu Deng himself.

Chu Deng taught him characters for a few years, and he held the book and read it by himself. The knowledge in his stomach may be more than that of Mr. Private School.

He felt that there was something wrong with Chu Deng, but he couldn't tell, so he didn't think about it.

It was getting late, and the wind blowing was always a bit chilly, Sang Shishi shivered slightly, and went into the house.