Don't Forget Everything

"Ah?! You're not leaving? Why aren't you leaving again?"

Pan Xiuwen howled and woke up the stray cat sleeping coiled in the courtyard, and ran away as soon as Lao Gao leaped over the dirt wall.

When Fu Chengyun came, he looked stubborn and pitiful, and Song Yilin threw him directly into Lao Liu's yard.Who is Fu Chengyun? Song Yilin didn't mention it, but when Fu Chengyun came, he was holding a sword tightly, even if Song Yilin tied him, he was tied with the sword.Pan Xiuwen and other children have been here several times, wanting to be friends with Fu Chengyun, and hear about the distant rivers and lakes from their mouths.

Fu Chengyun didn't pay much attention to Pan Xiuwen's group of children. He wanted to run away, during the day, while eating, and at night. The sixth child was very annoyed, so he locked Fu Chengyun into the firewood room.

"No, I still want to leave, but I'm not running away." Fu Chengyun lifted the quilt, got out of bed, put on his shoes, tidied himself up, walked to the door, and said to Wen Ran: "Scholar, lead me to see Brother Song."

Pan Xiuwen didn't understand anymore, Xiaotuanzi grabbed Pan Xiuwen's hand, and looked at Pan Xiuwen with a soft little bun face: "Brother Xiuwen, brother Yun, will you stay or not? Will you go?"

Wen Ran was also taken aback, and then chuckled: "Go wash up first, and I'll let Brother Song come to see you in a while."

After tossing around like this for a while, Lao Liu got up at some point, and smoke rose from the kitchen.

The children were watched by the sixth child, Wen Ran turned around and went back to the room with peace of mind, Song Yilin was still soundly asleep.

"Brother Song." Wen Ran sat on the edge of the bed and patted Song Yilin's shoulder lightly.

Song Yilin was sleeping in a mess, and he knew that Wen Ran went in and out of the house in the morning, but he was sleepy, so he ignored the noise outside. It was usual for the children to run around all day long, so it was not worth Song Yilin's fuss to occupy him. A little sleep time.

"Well... sleep a little longer." Song Yilin grabbed Wen Ran, and with a tug and a push, he easily brought Wen Ran into the bed and wrapped him up, "Wen Ran, you didn't sleep well last night, make up for a while Sleep."

With a slight smile, Wen Ran gently brushed Song Yilin's messy sleeping hair, and trimmed the sideburns for him, as if coaxing a child, "Okay, get up, we're at Uncle Six's house, Someone out there wants to see you."

"That kid Fu Chengyun. Just ignore him. With him like this, not to mention revenge, if you let him out, you won't even be able to eat a full meal. It's right to grind your temper here with the sixth child."

"You said a lot yesterday, and he listened to it. But, I'm afraid I want to follow you now."

"Hey, I've talked too much. That kid is brainless and energetic. It took me a lot of effort to bring him here. If he really can't be peeled off like a dog's skin plaster, what should I do? Ah!" Song Yi Linna was covered, ready to be a shrinking turtle.

Wen Ran laughed softly: "No, just talk to him carefully."

Song Yilin wrapped herself up even more tightly when she heard the words, and did not forget to roll Wen Ran into the bed, wrapped her hands and feet tightly around Wen Ran, sighed and lamented: "Of course, you don't know, that child can't even be twisted." Donkey temper, how can there be a person who understands the truth. He will not listen to it."

Wen Ran coaxed Song Yilin like a child, and was about to say something when suddenly the door was pushed open, and Fu Chengyun hopped in with a large plate of buns.

"Scholar, have breakfast! Hey? Why are you two together?"

"Is it cold?" Xiaotuanzi fell behind Fu Chengyun's buttocks like a tail, and grabbed Fu Chengyun's clothes with his small hands, as if Fu Chengyun ran away as soon as he let go.

In a palm-sized room, you can see everything from the door. Pan Xiuwen, who is very sensible, didn't rush in directly, but he also saw the situation in the room, and quickly pulled the big and small in front of him: "What do you know? This is making a villain."

Wen Ran was so ashamed that he pulled the quilt to cover his face. When he heard Pan Xiuwen's words, he almost choked to death. He quickly pulled Song Yilin off his body and kicked him off the bed.

"Ouch." Song Yilin fell under the bed and called out in a muffled voice. She stood up straight with the strength of her hands, walked to the door in two or three steps, and drove the three monkeys out, but stretched out her hand to catch Pan Xiuwen: "What a mess! Pan Xiuwen, your parents named you Xiuwen. They want you to study hard and learn. If you are good, you don't study. If you talk about anything messy, you just open your mouth. You're about to grow into a gangster like this." Do your parents know what you look like?"

Song Yilin slapped Pan Xiuwen's butt with a heavy hand, causing Pan Xiuwen to scream, "Brother Song! Ah! Brother Song! It hurts! Why did you hit me! What did I say wrong!"

"What did you say wrong? Everything you said was wrong!" Song Yilin slapped him several times.

Song Yilin always liked to play around with children, never spoke harshly, and was rarely even impatient. Little Tuanzi shrank behind Fu Chengyun in fright, not knowing what happened.

"Okay, why are you still hitting on the child?" Wen Ran pulled Song Yilin back.

"Mr. Wen! Mr. Wen! Help!"

"Wen Ran, I have a sense of proportion, these two blows are not enough to make his butt red for two days."

"It's early in the morning, what are you making so much noise for?" Lao Liu knocked on the cigarette stick and shouted.

Song Yilin let go of Pan Xiuwen, and Pan Xiuwen jumped into the courtyard, evading far away, and didn't stop until he confirmed that Song Yilin would not chase and beat him.

Fu Chengyun also wanted to take the opportunity to be a bird and beast, but was stopped by Song Yilin who suddenly appeared in front of him: "Scholar? Who are you calling?"

Fu Chengyun was taken aback.

Song Yilin picked him up and brought him up in front of Wen Ran: "Mr. Wen."

"Wen... Mr. Wen."

The blush on Wen Ran's face hadn't faded away, and when she saw Song Yilin coming to make trouble for him, she gave Song Yilin a glare.

Song Yilin smiled at Wen Ran, turned to Fu Chengyun and said, "Hey, it's not easy, why are you so obedient all of a sudden?"

Fu Chengyun handed a plate of steamed buns to Wen Ran, and Wen Ran naturally took it.

Fu Chengyun turned his head and turned to Song Yilin: "Mr. Song, please accept me as an apprentice."

Song Yilin rolled her eyes, slapped Fu Chengyun on the head and pushed him aside, not bothering to talk to him, reached out to take a bun and fed it to Wen Ran.

Before Wen Ran could react, he opened his mouth and took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun. Fu Chengyun knelt down on the ground with a plop, and kowtowed to Song Yilin: "Please take me in as a disciple!"

"There is no Mr. Song here, only Mr. Wen. Mr. Wen certainly doesn't mind taking you as his apprentice." Song Yilin took a step aside, turned to Wen Ran, and raised an eyebrow at Wen Ran.

Fu Chengyun raised his head and looked at Wen Ran suspiciously. He was clearly a scholar. Could it be that Wen Ran is a hidden peerless expert? !

Wen Ran was stunned, thinking that he should help Fu Chengyun up first, but Song Yilin waved his hand to stop him.

Song Yilin blinked at Wen Ran, walked quickly to the carriage, took a copy of Han Shan's Ci and Painting from the two books Wen Ran carried with him, folded it back, and handed it to Fu Chengyun.

"Here, take it."

Fu Chengyun didn't understand, so he took it, looked at the cover of the book, turned the book upside down, looked at it again, tilted his head and looked again, there were four words on the cover, and he didn't seem to know any of them.

Han Shan's calligraphy and painting, four characters are not difficult. Although the Fu family is not a wealthy family, it is not impossible to read books. Fu Chengyun has been in a private school for several years. He does not have the talent to write poems and essays, but he can read and write. .But he still didn't recognize it, and couldn't help frowning. Could it be some kind of martial arts secret book?

"Mountain what?" Fu Chengyun opened it anxiously. There are many paintings inside. A few strokes can be used to form a scene. There are landscapes and figures. It doesn't look like any martial arts secret book when viewed horizontally or vertically.

Song Yilin smiled slyly, Wen Ran couldn't help but glared at Song Yilin, and whispered next to him, "What are you doing?"

Han Shan Ci and Painting is a collection of poems and paintings by Han Shigao, a great literary master in the former dynasty. Han Shigao is not only a peerless poet, but also a master of calligraphy. His wild cursive strokes are free and easy, and come as he pleases, like a cloud like a painting, never seen before or since.

If Han Shigao is to be compared to a martial artist, then he must be a figure in the world of grand masters.

Wen Ran likes it very much, but Song Yilin feels that he can write all kinds of things when he is drunk, so he doesn't think so.

It's just that this book of Han Shan's poems and paintings was handed over to Fu Chengyun, as if he was embroidering flowers for a blind man, and he didn't know what to do.

Song Yilin cleared her throat, and said to Fu Chengyun, "Don't understand? If you don't understand this, what teacher do you worship? After you can memorize this book by heart, Mr. Wen will naturally accept you as his apprentice."

Fu Chengyun was taken aback for a moment, but a sense of shame surged in his heart, and his face blushed suddenly.

"Don't listen to Brother Song's nonsense," Pan Xiuwen came over at some point and pulled Fu Chengyun up, "Mr. Wen doesn't know martial arts."

"What are you making trouble again? Do you still want to be beaten?" Song Yilin clenched her fists to threaten Pan Xiuwen as she spoke.

Pan Xiuwen put his hands on his hips, straightened his chest, and raised his face to face Song Yilin's threat: "I am here to help when I see injustice!"

Song Yilin rolled her eyes, and poked Pan Xiuwen's forehead with her finger: "There are a lot of messy words. If the road is uneven, then shovel the soil to fill the hole, and you have to lift the knife first."

Wen Ran pulled Fu Chengyun up: "Don't kneel, get up first."

Fu Chengyun was pinching Han Shan's calligraphy and painting in his hands, his hands turned white, it must have been exerted with extreme force and depression.

Song Yilin took a bite of the bun in his hand, and said to Fu Chengyun: "Okay, if you really have this kind of spirit, you should be able to bear it for a while. If you want to learn martial arts, the sixth master is your ready-made master. As long as you can leave Xiushan County anytime, Come to Wuwangzhai."

Wen Ran looked at Song Yilin in surprise, did he want to avenge Fu Chengyun?

"Wuwangzhai is on Yinghua Street at the South Gate." Song Yilin smiled lightly, which suddenly made Fu Chengyun see hope.

But Song Yilin didn't say which state, county, or city the South Gate Yinghua Street is located in. It's like sand falling into the desert.

But Fu Chengyun gritted his teeth, but didn't ask any more questions, stood up and bowed to Song Yilin.

Song Yilin laughed, this child is not so stubborn and stupid.

Song Yilin glanced at Pan Xiuwen who was at the side, and said, "You also come with me. However, if you can guard Fu Chengyun for a year, I will teach you how to sword."

"Really?!" Pan Xiuwen's eyes lit up, and then dimmed again. He glanced at Fu Chengyun. He regarded Fu Chengyun as a friend. It didn't make sense, but he was sincere. He wanted to help Fu Chengyun, not be with him. He is right.

The sixth child knocked on the cigarette stick, pointed at Song Yilin and said, "He will cause trouble for me."

"No trouble." Song Yilin walked to Lao Liu's side in two steps, and stuffed a bun for Lao Liu, "Wen Ran and I are going to open a free school for the children, and we will come here often. They have finished their homework before they are allowed to learn martial arts from you." .”

The sixth child snorted, squinted his eyes, and laughed at Song Yilin: "At that time, you couldn't even sit down like a nail in your buttocks. Now you know how to make them suffer?"

"Ah, this kind of old millet and rotten sesame seeds, how do you remember it?"

Wen Ran looked at Song Yilin talking and laughing, feeling a little uneasy and complicated for some reason, it seemed that something was not suitable, something made him uncomfortable, but he couldn't say it, he wanted to ask Song Yilin to clarify.

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