unlucky ghost

Tanzi put his head on his arms, turned over, and after a while turned over again, tossing and turning, feeling uneasy.

When the sun was about to set, Tanzi sat up from the bed and shouted to the door: "You all come in for me."

The little pigeon led the way, and Qin Qing followed behind. They pushed the door open in unison and walked in, standing obediently on one side.

The little pigeon smiled and asked, "What's your order?"

Tanzi really looked at the gray sky outside, half of the sky was dyed red by the sun.

Tan Zishi pursed his lips, and said sullenly: "The last time I went hunting in the back mountain, I worked hard all day just to catch crickets for him. It's good for him to turn his face and deny anyone. I think it's really fucking worthless." , do you think it’s worth it, huh?”

The little pigeon's face was bitter, and he said frowningly: "Master, this... I have already said that you are too kind to Mr. Jiang Han. He always has a self-sufficient temperament. The young master treats him like this. It's really not worth it."

Tan Zishi half leaned on the pillow, frowned and said: "Forget it, is there any reason to take back the gift you sent?"

The two little servants looked at each other, but were silent.

Tan Zishi lay on the bed and turned over a few times, his hair was frizzy and messy, and finally sat up again, and said to Qin Qing: "I'm hungry, go and bring me some wine and food."

Qin Qing said: "Grandpa, the master said that you should drink the medicine before eating."

Tanzi rubbed his hair and said, "Go and bring the medicine."

Not long after Qin Qing went out, he brought a bowl of black medicinal soup with white smoke, which tasted sour and astringent.

Tan Zishi pinched his nose, waved his hands again and again and said, "What kind of medicine is this, why is it smelling so bad?"

Qin Qing said: "This... I don't know the specifics, I only know that it is some conditioning medicine. Recently, the young master has become a little more impatient..."

Tanzi hurriedly said: "Go, go, go, pour it out, put it far away, don't let people see it, I'm fine, I pretended to be ill a few days ago, what medicine did I take?" ?”

Qin Qing withdrew the medicine again.

The little pigeon came to the backyard and brought some light food and drink.

Tanzi really had enough to eat and drink and wanted to go to sleep, the little pigeon hurriedly advised: "Master, don't rush to sleep just after eating, be careful about food accumulation."

Tan Zishi sat up again, and the little pigeon helped put on his robe and smoothed out his temples, looking like a well-dressed gentleman.

When he was fully dressed, Tanzi spread out a piece of rice paper on the desk, and the little pigeon was busy waiting for the pen and ink.

Tan Zishi picked up the pen, frowned, waved it on the paper, and wrote "Dragon" flamboyantly.

Tanxi leaned over to have a look, although this little boy was not good at reading, but he was an expert at writing this character, his brushwork was strong and powerful, he retracted freely, and turned freely, but it was a pity that he didn't like reading.

After Tan Zishi finished writing, the little pigeon hurriedly applauded.

Tanzi glanced at his handwriting, smiled complacently, threw the pen on the desk, walked outside with his hands behind his back, and went to the eaves to tease the birds.

Two emerald parrots dozed listlessly and ignored him.

A colorful sparrow jumped up and down alive and well, and after a while in the pool, it felt very boring, and returned to the house dejectedly.

Seeing her master's face flipping through a book, the little pigeon was alternately happy and angry, hurriedly followed behind and asked: "Master, are you tired?"

Tan Zishi plunged into the thick satin mattress on the bed again, and said sullenly: "The girl raised in the deep boudoir courtyard also goes out to burn incense and attract peach blossoms in the old temple and Hongyue temple on auspicious days. The old man is fine. I was recruited from the womb, the door is not allowed to go out, the second door is not allowed to pass, and I am always prevented from messing with flowers and grass, this is to suffocate me to death."

With sympathy on his face, the little pigeon walked up to him, took out a gaudy old booklet from his arms, and offered it with both hands: "Master, last time you asked the little one to go out and bring back all the idle books that the master burned. Thankfully, I secretly hid a copy in my clothes in advance, thinking that when I have a chance in the future, I will use it to relieve my boredom."

When Tanzi heard it, he hurriedly took it and flipped it over, and said happily, "Little Pigeon, you really deserve to be my good servant. Go outside and pick anything you like. I will reward you for everything you like."

The little pigeon glanced outside, there were carved sandalwood chairs and stools on the floor, a one-foot-high porcelain bottle dyed with green pomelo ink stood in the corner, there were some pens and ink objects on the desk, and there were some small things by the window , but they are all familiar in the countryside, and they are picky.

The little pigeon squeezed and smiled, and said: "Master, this is all a small matter, it is not worthy of the reward from the master, as long as the master is happy."

Tan Zishi only focused on reading, and nodded with a smile.

After reading for a while, Tan Zishi suddenly turned over, couldn't help pursing his lips while hugging the book, and couldn't help laughing for a while, the laughing pigeon was confused.

"Little Gezi, it's interesting to say that this girl from a small family doesn't bind her feet, doesn't wear makeup, and behaves carelessly like a man."

The little pigeon hurriedly said: "Isn't there a word called 'Xiaojiabiyu'? In my opinion, although the girls from the small family are not as delicate as the girls from the big family, they are less disciplined since they were young, and they are not bound by the plethora of rules of the big family. It is natural and simple, and naturally has a special charm."

Tan Zishi touched his chin and pursed his lips lightly, and turned a few pages before he said: "Look at the youngest daughter of Mrs. Wang's family. She is thirteen or fourteen years old and has big feet. She is wrapped in her father's clothes and goes to the street. Touching women's hands, hooking shoulders with men, if it wasn't written in this book, I really don't believe there can be such a strange woman in this world."

The little pigeon stepped forward to remove his boots, helped him to lie down, and said with a smile, "I grew up in a deep house and didn't often go outside. This place is much more interesting than what is written in the book, let alone a woman disguised as a man. There are even women who take the No. [-] Scholar exam."

Tan Zishi turned over with the book in his arms, sighed and said, "It's a pity, alas... If I have a chance to see it, it will be really interesting."

Tan Xi was lying on the tree fork with Erlang's legs crossed, when he heard the two people in the room chattering and laughing, he suddenly saw a person's head shaking outside the window pane, and then, a dark figure ran out with his waist down.

Tanxi thought it was a thief, and was thinking of countermeasures, but saw the man sneaking up to the corridor, and there was already a person standing under the eaves of the corridor.

Tanxi took a closer look, but it was Master Tan.

"How is the young master? Did you say anything?"

The figure cupped his hands and said, "Back to the master, the young master was chatting and laughing with the little pigeon just now, and he is in good spirits, but, I heard the young master has been talking about strange women and people who want to see and see. I heard this vaguely, and then the young master and the little pigeon got together, and I don't know what they were muttering."

Master Tan nodded thoughtfully, pulled his sleeves and walked up the veranda, turned around and asked after taking two steps: "You said I forbid him to get close to women, is that okay?"

The little servant ran into a problem, scratched his head and scratched his head for a while, then said calmly: "This... I don't dare to speak nonsense, I say all kinds of evil and adultery are the first, and the master doesn't ask the young master to get close to women. Naturally, it is for the young master's sake, but..." The boy paused and said again, "It's just that most of those who are not close to women are people who practice Buddhism and Taoism. For ordinary people, if they blindly dislike and avoid them, it is somewhat inappropriate."

Master Tan took another two steps forward, and the young man said again: "It's been a long time, I'm afraid the young master won't want to get close to the woman again, I'm afraid it will be bad..."

The two also muttered one after the other and walked away.

A gust of cold wind blew against the high wall, and Tanxi shivered.

So another sleepless night.

At dawn the next day, Tan Zishi was wrapped in a loose cotton jacket, went out of the room, kneaded his hands, and brought them to his lips, moaning uncontrollably.

The little pigeon followed behind with a stack of paper and ink, and they left the courtyard together.

Seeing that the person had left, Tanxi went into the bedroom, fell down on the couch and had a good sleep.

It's a pity that the bed is comfortable, and a group of parrots and sparrows outside is not worrying.

It was just three poles high in the sun, and a group of parrots and sparrows fluttered their wings and called for food in the cage.

One of the red-billed parrots stretched its neck and kept shouting: "Little pigeon, little pigeon, little pigeon..."

Another parrot also echoed and shouted: "Stupid slave, stupid slave..."

Tanxi sat up holding her eyelids, yawned and went to another courtyard to find a drink.

In the yard, the thick chrysanthemum leaves were withered by the wind, and the withered yellow leaves covered the ground with their petals.

Tanxi turned to the veranda with her hands behind her back.

A piece of luxuriant bamboo under the porch was hit by a layer of frost, and it looked a little desolate. From time to time, a few slender bamboo leaves would fall down, dangling and floating towards people.

Tanxi sneezed against the light, and immediately woke up a lot.

The location of this wine cellar has been clearly identified by Tanxi. After leaving the west courtyard, turn around the corridor to the east courtyard, enter the arch and walk along the crooked path, pass through a hanging flower door, and go to the left hand side. Three turns and two turns on the Chaoshou corridor, the wine cellar is not far from the dining room.

Tanxi was thinking about what to drink to satisfy his cravings, when suddenly he heard a series of thin and dense purring sounds from the window beside him, like a lazy cat, and then heard the sound of "dong". There was a muffled sound, and an old man said angrily: "Young Master Tan, you should look like you are reading a book, why did you fall asleep when you turned around?"

Tan Xi went to the door to watch the excitement, and saw Tan Zi Shi wiped his saliva and raised his face from the book in bewilderment, saying, "Who... who? Who fell asleep?"

Tan Zishi looked left and right, and after a while he came to his senses, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhuge, your voice was a little softer just now, I couldn't hear clearly and I became sleepy."

The little pigeon blushed for his master with a bitter face, while busy wiping his saliva with a handkerchief, he turned the book to the first page for him.

Mr. Zhuge glared angrily, and said strangely: "Master Emotion is sleeping, is it the teacher's fault?"

The little pigeon was about to make amends, but Tan Zishi yawned and said, "When I listen to Mr. Wang's lecture, I don't feel sleepy. Instead, I find it interesting and interesting."

The little pigeon secretly sweated for him, and hurriedly gave him winks.

However, the old man Zhuge was already angry, coupled with the humiliation he had suffered in the past few days, his face turned pale immediately, and he said sharply: "A gentleman serves his teacher like a father, and he is a relative and friend if he is a teacher. Tang Taizong's son respects his teacher; Han Mingdi respects his teacher. Teacher; Youyou in Song Dynasty, Chengmen Lixue in Yangshi... and people always say, one day is a teacher and a life is a father..."

Tan Zishi rolled his eyes, embraced him with both arms, intercepted Mr.'s words, and said: "I'm not an upright gentleman, and I can't be an upright gentleman. If I can do everything I want and live happily every day, it's not bad to be a prodigal son. Anyway, it's okay There is that old man supporting me..."

Mr. Zhuge was choked by his words, he didn't want to leave or not, and finally threw the book in front of Tan Zishi with a slap, half of his face flushed, and cursed: "Stubborn fool!"

After all, he shook his sleeves and wanted to leave.