[Lou Cheng] 24 solar terms

You shut up. Ming Jing interrupted him, dissatisfied: "What are you doing to Mingtai so fiercely? Mingtai is still young, you should be patient and gentle as a big brother, and teach slowly, isn't it good?"You see, you have always been soft-spoken to Ah Cheng, why did you become so angry when you taught Ming Tai. "

Minglou was so choked that he couldn't speak.

Mingtai was on the other end of the phone, relying on the fact that Minglou couldn't discipline him now, he repeatedly responded to Mingjing's words: "That's right! Eldest sister treats me best!"

Ming Jing scolded him: "You! Your elder brother is also doing it for your own good. Listening to him more is always beneficial. Don't just think about confronting him."

Mingtai snorted and said, "Brother is impatient to take care of me. I think Brother Ah Cheng is enough for him."

Ming Jing immediately said: "Oh, look at my brain, I said I wanted to talk to Ah Cheng on the phone, but I ended up talking to you two for a long time." She asked Minglou: "Did you call Ah Cheng? Why didn't he come? Listen to the phone?"

Ming Lou said calmly, "Sister, I'm about to tell you about this. A-Cheng just left Paris this morning and went to Germany with his mentor. It is estimated that he will stay there for a long time."

"Why did you go to Germany all of a sudden? Isn't Europe quite chaotic recently? Ah Cheng is running around outside, will something happen?" Ming Jing began to worry again, "You big brother, I don't know how to persuade you. Do you want to persuade him? You can’t paint where you want to paint, and you must go to other places if you want to do anything.”

"Sister, don't worry, let me explain to you." Minglou reassured her, "Mr. Duo Luner... oh, he is Ah Cheng's mentor, a very famous artist in Europe, with a wide range of friends and popularity, no matter in He will be treated politely everywhere. He has always liked Ah Cheng very much, and I asked him to take care of him before leaving, Ah Cheng is also smart, and nothing serious will happen."

"As for studying abroad in Germany before graduation, this is the tradition of Mr. Duo Rener's teacher. Ah Cheng is his disciple, so of course we have to follow his wishes. Ah Cheng asked my opinion, and I agree with him to go out more. Increase your knowledge and broaden your horizons, boys, it doesn’t matter if you suffer a little setback outside, don’t worry, big sister.”

Ming Jing sighed: "I can't say no to you, but you have always cared about Ah Cheng, so I won't ask any more questions. Then, when Ah Cheng goes on a study tour, remember to tell him that you will call me when you settle down. A phone call, so that my sister can really feel at ease."

"Sister, I'm afraid the places Ah Cheng went to were small towns in the countryside, and I couldn't find a phone." Minglou smiled wryly, "But don't worry, I have already told Ah Cheng to write to you when I get there. Do you think this is good?"

"Without a phone, the living conditions must be very difficult... All right, all right, just write a letter, but it can't be like this next time, even if you want to go out, at least you have to go to a place you can contact. If there is something urgent, it is better to call each other and talk about it."

"Yes, sister, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Minglou stood where he was, pressed the receiver for a while, and sighed softly.

He turned around and packed up the medicines, scissors, gauze and other sundries in the living room, and put them in the deepest part of the closet, then took the blood-stained clothes to the backyard, lit them on fire, and buried the ashes in the flowerbed.

After doing all this, he looked a little more relaxed, washed his hands and went into the bedroom, and sat down at the desk.

There was a letter on the table, and four words were written on the envelope—Brother Ming Louqi.

Minglou was not in a hurry to open the letter. He stretched out his hand and stroked the words on the envelope, as if he could feel the icy sea breeze in Leningrad, the sand and snow brought in by the gentle wind, or, there was something else. Ballads sung by poets in the village of Pushkin.

He thought, what would Mingcheng write in the letter?Will he talk about the traces of the Middle Ages on Nevsky Prospekt, or talk about his visit to the Hermitage Museum, or the prayers of believers in the Kazan Cathedral, reminding him of some tender and beautiful memories?

Of course Minglou knew very well that Mingcheng was going to receive secret and closed military training, and it was almost impossible to have such a leisurely time, or in the snowstorm in Leningrad, probably only his sweat and tears, pain and blood.But Minglou also knows how gentle Mingcheng is. He will never show his difficulties to others, and he is even more unwilling to let others feel sad because of his hard work. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming.

A letter opener carefully sliced ​​open the seal.

The first thing that fell out was a square piece of cardboard. Minglou picked it up, turned it over, and found that a flower was stuck on it with tape. It should have been made into a dried flower in consideration of the time it would take to send the letter. , the red petals are obediently attached to the backing paper, which looks extraordinarily elegant.Minglou has never done much research on flowers, so he couldn't recognize the species, so he put it in his hand to appreciate it for a while, and then carefully put it on the shelf beside him.

This time the letter was pulled out, Minglou put it on the table, spread it out, ironed it, and then began to read the letter carefully.

Sure enough, Mingcheng didn't write anything related to daily study and training, but he didn't write about streets, museums, and churches as Minglou had guessed before. Minglou guessed that he probably wouldn't be able to go out.He just wrote some small things in life in the letter, such as what dishes are served for lunch today, the aunt in the cafeteria seems to like him very much, and always likes to give him a spoon full of meat; another example is that the roommate is a local, tall and strong, He has a big beard and likes to drink vodka, so he was also forced to learn to drink spirits; he mentioned that the weather in Leningrad is amazing when it gets cold. Experience what it feels like to "suffocate the smoked mouse in the sky and stuff it into the household".In the end, I said at the end that there was no gift for Minglou, so I secretly folded a tulip in the school's flower room and sent it as a dried flower.

The tone is relaxed and the tone is humorous. Minglou couldn't help but want to laugh when he watched it, and when he finally thought about it, he felt full of distress.

After reading it several times in a row, Minglou put down the letter with still unfinished content, took out a blank letter paper from the drawer, and prepared to write a reply to Mingcheng.Suddenly, I felt something was wrong. I took the previous letter paper and turned it over to the back of the last one. There seemed to be two words written with a pencil on the corner, but the words were very scribbled, and then they were lightly erased.

Minglou stretched out his hand to touch it little by little, slowly identifying each character by the feeling of his fingertips.

cunning boy.

He checked repeatedly several times, and finally let go.

Minglou couldn't tell what was going on in his heart.

It was as if he had finally seen the other side after a long trek; it was also as if he had been hiding in the corner, thinking that he was singing a lonely one-man show, but at some point, someone had quietly stood beside him. By his side, he whispered for him.

The two snails extended their tentacles from the shell towards each other at the same time, and even better, their tentacles touched together.

Minglou smiled slightly.

He picked up the pen and lightly wrote two words on the letter paper.

Bo Xi.

For minor summer heat, wait for the warm wind to arrive at the first time, wait for the crickets to live in the sky for the second time, and wait for the eagles to start their prey at the third time.

The summer heat has come, and the living beings are dormant. The most blazing heart in life can never remain silent.

The journey of thousands of miles is short, and the luckiest thing is that you were careful in probing, and I responded gently.

【Fifteen】Great Heat

"boom."

Another student was thrown heavily to the ground, lying on his back with his arms outstretched, panting for breath, and tried hard for a long time but couldn't get up.

The instructor standing next to him waved his forearm and blew his whistle.

Mingcheng supported his waist with one hand and slowed down, took a few deep breaths, then stepped forward, smiled and stretched out his hand: "Are you okay?"

Ivan grabbed his hand, stood up from the ground with his strength, and smacked his back with grinning teeth: "You boy is really good, today is really strong, it's like eating gunpowder and blowing people up."

Mingcheng smiled and said, "Is there? I thought it was not surprising that you lost to me."

Ivan was so angry that his eyebrows were raised to the sky, and the surrounding students laughed and laughed: "Cheng, that kid Ivan has spotted you for six games, and he wants to come here to get a bargain. Who would have thought that he would still be knocked to the ground by you. If you still talk about him like that, you won’t be afraid that he will get up in the middle of the night and give you..." They made a neck-cutting gesture, and the knife in one hand was firm and firm.

Mingcheng folded his elbows, raised his eyebrows and said, "That's what he has to do." He deliberately lowered his voice, and said in a dark tone: "If someone disturbs my sleep, I won't just use it like this. If he fell over his shoulder, I will just snap and break his neck." The white and slender fingers held in the air, which looked like a work of art, but no one in the room dared to underestimate it. The power hidden in the hands.

The students patted Ivan on the shoulder sympathetically: "Did you hear that? Don't snore when you sleep at night. If you wake up Cheng, the suicide note you wrote before the last exercise will come in handy."

Ivan said angrily: "You guys underestimate people too much. You don't know who will win and who will win!"

As soon as this sentence came out, even the instructor who was standing next to watching the play laughed: "Ivan, if you can beat Cheng once, I will make the decision. You will be excellent in the assessment this semester!"

"Really?"

Mingcheng said slowly: "Winning has so many benefits, but losing without punishment, isn't that too unfair? Instructor, I suggest that every challenge should be carried out with witnesses. If you lose, you have to contribute