Typewriter becomes a daily practice

"You're about to disappear," Luo Yihan stepped forward and appeared in front of the spirit body, and said to the spirit body, his expression seemed calm but there was a bit of anxiety in his eyes, "I can keep you from disappearing."

The spirit body in white glanced at Luo Yihan and shook his head: "I have to disappear."

As he said this, there was a smile on his face, as if what was about to go was a beautiful thing, not disappearing.

Answer Ziji saw this, and then explained: "Xiao Han is a psychic, do you know a psychic? He can help you."

The white-clothed spirit body shook his head, he didn't know what a psychic was, and answered Ziji and gave Luo Yihan a look. Luo Yihan understood it, but somehow felt a little nervous, but he still tried his best to raise one to make himself look as good as possible. A gentle smile: "Well, I can help you. For example, if you want to leave, I can help you erase the fetters, and you don't have to disappear."

"Really?" The spirit body in white is obviously not a spirit body from the mixed spirit body circle, and it doesn't know anything about psychics. Hearing this, he couldn't help being a little surprised, "But you are just a human race!"

"Really," Luo Yihan said dryly, and Ji Ji gave Luo Yihan an encouraging look, so Luo Yihan continued to say, "You can trust me."

The spirit body in white nodded upon hearing the words, and the corners of its mouth turned up slightly: "Well, then I'll believe you once."

Luo Yihan obviously breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded: "Where is the person who has a bond with you?"

The spirit body in white pointed to the dragon boat on the river not far away, and then said with a smile and pride in his tone: "Did you see that little dragon boat? This is the first dragon boat made up of children in these years. They They are all children from the academy, and the person standing there cheering them on is the person who has a bond with me, he is the teacher of the academy, and he is a very gentle person."

Looking along the hand of the white-clothed spirit body, one can see the colorful yet childlike dragon boat carved with petals. The dragon boat is not big, and it looks like ten children can sit on it. The children are all dressed in the same blue clothes. She was wearing a black short robe, and her immature face was full of joy and joy.

Answer Zi Ji heard that gentleman from afar, shaking his fist at them with a smile and saying: "Who is the most powerful?"

The children will all answer: "We are the best."

Although the voice is immature, it has a different kind of momentum, which makes people feel warm when they look at it.

With an order, the drums on the bank suddenly sounded, and the rows of big drums were beating in unison, and the majestic momentum was knocked out, as well as the joy of the Dragon Boat Festival.

Someone was standing on top of a two-meter-wide drum, holding a long horn in his hand. He let out an "ow" and immediately blew the horn in his hand. The sound of the horn was loud and long.

With the sound of the horn, the dragon boats ready to go swam quickly on the river like living dragons, and the voices of "one two one one two one" shouted continuously, and the atmosphere instantly became warm and tense. Cheer in unison, or cheer for the dragon boat with your own family members, or cheer for the dragon boat riders who are completely unfamiliar.

And behind a row of big dragon boats made up of adults, a small dragon boat, with immature and neat "one two one", each face full of seriousness, waving the oars neatly, the small dragon boat Like a sensitive and lovely little dragon, closely following those big dragons, it is eye-catching.

Naturally, the small dragon boat also had their personal guards. The parents followed the small dragon boat and ran along the shore. The gentleman in blue robe ran at the forefront, his voice was a little hoarse, and he kept leading the way: "One two one! Come on!"

Soon the dragon boats rowed to the long red line, which was the end point of the Dragon Boat Festival. Although the small dragon boats were a little slower and fell a knot, they were still rowing neatly. The crowd who watched the adults rowing the dragon boats, At this moment, I couldn't help shouting to the children on the small dragon boat: "Come on! Come on! We're almost there!"

Under the unanimous voice of everyone, the little dragon boat finally reached the finish line, and the cheers suddenly burst out.

Amidst the laughter, the little warriors on the small dragon boat got off the small dragon boat one after another, surrounded the man in the blue robe, and chirped: "Sir, let's be strong!"

The man in the blue robe was not stingy with his praise: "Awesome, I have long said that you are the best!"

After receiving the man's words, the little warriors gasped again, found their parents, and dispersed. The man looked at the children with a gentle smile on their faces, with obvious satisfaction and pride.

"Those kids are really powerful," An Ziji looked at and couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "I think they are the only ones running along the trail where Mr. and the parents of those kids run. Is this specially reserved for them?"

"Well, yes," the white-clothed spirit body nodded, "Small dragon boats were originally not allowed, but the children made a lot of trouble, and the husband found a lot of ways to let this idea be heard, and then the husband was himself Paying money to make a dragon boat, and visiting the children’s parents to say yes, and creating a special road so that the parents can run with them, so that the parents can feel at ease, and the husband personally found someone to teach the children to row the dragon boat.”

The white-clothed spirit explained for a while, and then said again: "It would be great if you could keep laughing like this, Mister."

"That's why you want to disappear voluntarily? Even though you have not been forgotten?" Luo Yihan said with determination in his expression.

Hearing that, the spirit body in white paused slightly, then nodded: "Yes, I want to protect Mr.'s smile."

"If I had come later, would you have disappeared..." Luo Yihan looked calmly at the spirit body in white.

The spirit body in white nodded again: "That's natural."

Luo Yihan seemed to want to say something, but in the end he stretched out his hand, and said to the white-clothed spirit body, "Take me, let's wait until night together."

The white-clothed spirit stretched out his hand, and Luo Yihan felt the somewhat icy temperature of the white-clothed spirit. Thinking of the warm embrace of the hammer before, he pursed his lips and glanced at the white-clothed spirit.

Answer Ziji saw the unfinished words in Luo Yihan's eyes. Seeing that the white-clothed spirit was a little puzzled, he smiled and asked the white-clothed spirit: "Can you tell me who you are? How do you know Mr.?"

"I'm Wat Ban." Wat Ban glanced at the gentleman not far away, and then looked away. "Wat Ban is something that officials must hold in their hands when they go to court."

……

When Huban first had his own consciousness, his husband was still a teenager. His surname was He, his first name was Zirong, and his courtesy name was Guoan.

He Zirong's ancestors used to be an official and a famous minister of a generation, but the younger generation did not live up to it. After living for several generations relying on the shade of the ancestors, it gradually declined. It was slightly better than the average peasant family, but there was no scholarly family. He Zirong's father went south to do business again. The businessman's status in the dynasty was not high, and his grandparents were very angry, but they couldn't do anything to his father whose wings were already hardened.

He Zirong was brought up by his grandparents. One of the things that his grandmother often did was to hold the wat board used by his ancestors to He Zirong's ear after his grandfather taught him to read and write. He Zirong restored the glory of his ancestors. meaning.

Under the influence of childhood, He Zirong also had the idea of ​​becoming an official. Whenever he was uneasy, he would run to the ancestral hall and talk to himself in front of the wat board.

It was at that time that Hu Ban met He Zirong. He Zirong had a handsome appearance, and when he was talking to himself, he had a very rich expression. Obviously no one saw him, and he would add some simple and easy-to-understand movements, as if he was recognizing each other and explaining, which was very interesting.

He Zirong couldn't see Hu Ban, but Hu Ban could see He Zirong. Hu Ban felt that He Zirong was a very interesting person, and he seemed to have feelings for this dead thing.

"Mr. always doesn't listen to me. I think it should have that meaning, but he said that I don't understand the former's mind. I have read that article in the book before," He Zirong complained as usual, " Fortunately, it wasn’t too difficult, and I think I should have no problem passing the spring test.”

"Grandmother is so impatient, she has already started telling me where the top five in the general palace examination will go," He Zirong complained vaguely while gnawing on a chicken leg that he didn't know where it came from, and took two bites before realizing that this was In the ancestral hall, "Great-grandfather, great-great-grandfather, ancestors... this chicken drumstick is delicious. I just help you taste it. It is crispy on the outside and slightly spicy on the inside."

"The emperor's list was posted today. I don't have a chance to get any closer. I'm so reconciled. I have been reading for so long at night..." He Zirong held the wat board, his eyes were red, and his depression was obvious, " I really want to get a brand new wat board with my own hands... I must retake the exam!"

Ten years of hard study was not in vain, and He Zirong finally won the gold list.

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【small theater】

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Tan Shaomo: [hmph] Good.