Lying Snake and Tibetan Rat

Yang Xiaokong, male, 170 cm tall, 22 years old.

Mr. Cao held Zhang's student file this year in one hand, and stroked his white beard with the other. He turned his head and smiled kindly, "Weiyu, this is your junior brother."

Bai Weiyu looked at Yang Xiaokong's profile. In the photo, the young man was thin, with warm and bright eyes, a straight nose bridge, a light and quiet smile, slightly lowered brows, nine points of gentleness and one point of wimpy appearance. Bai Weiyu rubbed his nose , and said with a smirk: "Hey, the sheep bleat."

Elder Cao's smiling face changed in a blink of an eye, and he stared: "You son of a bitch, you know how to call people nicknames! Get to know the person clearly, and go to the freshman registration office tomorrow to bring him here."

Bai Weiyu responded repeatedly: "Chacha!"

Mr. Cao snorted, "Did you pass the make-up political science exam last semester?"

"Cough!" Bai Weiyu said with a smile on his face, "Mr. Cao, I have some good news for you. Three of my creations have been published in three monthly magazines!"

"Oh?" Cao Lao asked with a wry smile, "Really? Show me."

Bai Weiyu took out a stack of monthly magazines like a dogleg, "Take a look."

Mr. Cao opened the professional monthly magazine, and said in a deep tone, "Weiyu..."

"Yes!"

"Why is your work sandwiched between pages 26 and 27 without page numbers?" Bai Weiyu broke out in cold sweat.

Cao Lao lifted up the willow stick placed in the corner and lashed at Bai Weiyu, "I'm not old yet! How dare you lie to me! How dare you lie to me..."

"Ah... Mr. Cao, stop typing. Look, one book is real. Look, that one is really, really..." Bai Weiyu hugged his head and dodged left and right.

Mr. Cao took a deep breath, "Really? Don't think I'll believe you just because you made a page number. I know the editor-in-chief of this monthly magazine very well. You son of a bitch, just wait for me!" After speaking, he took out his mobile phone to make a call.

I didn't expect this to be true, and Bai Weiyu won the Excellence Award for this painting, and there was a bonus. The editor-in-chief of the monthly magazine praised Bai Weiyu so much that Mr. Cao lost his anger .After talking on the phone, Mr. Cao dropped the willow stick and patted Bai Weiyu with a hearty smile: "Weiyu, it's not bad, it didn't disappoint the teacher."

Bai Weiyu sobbed, "Old Cao, I even bought you skin care products."

"Stupid boy, the teacher doesn't want those." Mr. Cao patted his head and said, "Okay, good boy, go do your creation."

"Okay..." Bai Weiyu responded obediently in disguise, trying to escape with his tail between his legs.

"Wait a minute!" Mr. Cao stopped him, "Have you passed the make-up political science exam?" Bai Weiyu couldn't answer.

"Huh?" Old Cao's eyes widened again.

"Well... Mr. Cao, let me tell you, don't be angry..." Bai Weiyu pulled the corner of his clothes and said, "You are getting old, how angry you are hurting your body..."

Boss Cao shouted: "Say!"

"I was caught for cheating in the make-up exam and got a minor demerit." Bai Weiyu ran away after saying this.

Mr. Cao picked up the willow stick he dropped just now, chased after him and beat him, "Damn child! Where did you go with your studies? Do you still want to graduate? How dare you cheat! Tell me! You cheated with that hand!" ? If I don't break your hand, I'll be damned..."

"Old Cao, don't be so excited, help..." Bai Weiyu shouted for help at the top of his lungs: "Save... life... ah..."

Countless echoes appeared in the mountains, "Save... save... life... life... ah... ah..."

Nearly [-] years old, Mr. Cao is a leading figure in the lacquer painting field. He has an extraordinary enthusiasm and obsession with lacquer painting. Lacquer art is a relatively unpopular industry. As a treasure of traditional art, it should not be forgotten by contemporary art. .When Cao was in his prime, he opened up a world in the world of lacquer painting, and the high price of hundreds of thousands for a random painting. Now he is not very enthusiastic about fighting for fame and fortune, but he is more eager to cultivate a group of young artists with development potential to pick him up. However, the successor of an artist is different from ordinary technical workers. As a graduate student of the Department of Fine Arts majoring in lacquer painting, he must have a certain degree of cultivation and edification in traditional art, and at the same time be able to integrate the essence of modern art effectively. through.When it comes to the character of the successor, Mr. Cao's most ideal successor should be a child who is calm, reserved, patient, and willing to be lonely.

In line with the attitude of rather lacking than indiscriminate, the old man has taken a few students intermittently in the past ten years, but unfortunately, except for the current Baiweiyu who is quite talented, he is not satisfied with the others.

The boy Bai Weiyu has talent, but his personality is too apologetic in Mr. Cao's opinion. He has an impetuous personality, whimsical all day long, and looks like a ruffian. There is never a shortage of gang fights in the department.Mr. Cao is about to retire, so he inevitably wants to fulfill his wish and cultivate a perfect student before retirement!

Therefore, choosing a successor is a matter of prudence and prudence!Because there is no suitable candidate in Baiweiyu's next class of students, the class was vacated, and this class of Yang Xiaokong was selected by Mr. Cao.

After Bai Weiyu was beaten, he squatted on the steps of the studio and smoked, rubbed the bruises on his arms, and said to himself gloatingly: "After I have a junior brother, Mr. Cao will beat two people, and I will be beaten with a stick." Just a little less, hahaha..."

Only a few national treasure-level professors in the whole school enjoy good treatment. The school allocated some funds for the professors to build a studio outside the school for creation or research.The university town is located in the outskirts of the suburbs, and Mr. Cao’s studio is located in a corner with beautiful mountains and rivers, on the edge of a village several kilometers away from the university town. Even the villagers call that place "mountain", if they can still access the Internet , basically cut off from modern society.

The name of the studio is "Zhuangbitang". It is a [-]-square-meter green brick and tile house. Bai Weiyu came here for the first time two years ago. Someone asked him what he was laughing at, and he rubbed his belly and said, "Pretending to be a fool! Hahahaha..."

In the end, he was beaten by Mr. Cao for the first time, and he was beaten up and screamed... Just kidding, these three characters were mentioned by the chairman of the Artists Association, you kid want to rebel?

There is a large garden in front of Zhuangbitang, and the fence is opened to cross the gravel path. A family named Wei lives on the opposite side, and it is the only place in Baiweiyu where you can visit.

Old man Wei of the Wei family is blind and also a fellow apprentice of Mr. Cao.His son is Wei Nanhe, in his early thirties, his teaching job is only a side job, and his main job is making imitation porcelain.Bai Weiyu's name was Senior Brother Wei Nanhe, because this guy was once Cao Lao's big disciple who opened the door, but Cao Lao knew that he was only here to get a diploma, so he basically didn't care much about him.

This corner of the mountain was originally very quiet, with only one old firewood kiln that had been abandoned for a long time, but since the introduction of Wei Nanhe, a fake artist who is essentially a counterfeit product, it has gradually become noisy. Wei Nanhe took the firewood kiln as his own , rebuilt it, made a ceremony, invited the kiln god, and lit the fire to burn the porcelain.

Immediately afterwards, a row of bungalows for billet drawing, billet trimming, and drawing were built. There was a billet drying yard in front of the house, several large warehouses behind the house, and a three-story villa built against the mountain. Wei Nanhe was too lazy to give himself The elegant and poetic name of the studio is directly called "Gongcifang", and the villa is called "Wooden Building".

Then, Wei Nanhe probably felt that it was too lonely, so he encouraged Mr. Cao to come here to see Fengshui, and persuaded the old man to come here and build a studio. The two families were happy to be neighbors. It's nothing more than being busy, there are all kinds of people who come and go in and out of the porcelain workshop.

Mr. Cao recalled that the living room of Zhuangbitang used to be only one room, but it was divided into three rooms with blue bricks, each of which was only seven to eight square meters. A bed and a wardrobe just filled the space, and two painters and Bai Weiyu each used it. One, there is no room for Yang Xiaokong.

Bai Weiyu pretended to be sensible, "Old Cao, I don't mind sharing a bed with my junior..."

Cao Lao reassured: "Good boy, since this is the case, you can sleep together."

When Bai Weiyu heard this, he cried, "Mr. Cao, I have a single bed. Do you want me to share a lifetime with my younger brother? Then I should just marry him and have a baby!"

"You might as well get out of here for the rest of your life, get out of here after you graduate!" Mr. Cao spun around, "Where's my willow stick?"

"Aww..." Bai Weiyu jumped back and forth to dodge, "Don't hit me! Help..."

"I haven't hit you yet, what the hell are you calling?" Cao Lao wanted to cry but had no tears, "Damn child, I warn you, don't teach your junior brother badly!"

No way, Mr. Cao pondered for a moment, took Bai Weiyu and went out, looking for his disciple Wei Nanhe who opened the door to solve the problem of his successor Yang Xiaokong.

Zhuangbitang and Gongcifang share a nanny, an aunt surnamed Wu hired by the village. She is kind and friendly, and all the bad boys are close to her. When it is time to eat, they will run around in the kitchen to steal food. .

Aunt Wu served Mr. Cao the Tieguanyin pot, and turned to call Mr. Wei. Mr. Cao held the cinnabar Ruyi pot in his hand and winked at Bai Weiyu, who nodded knowingly.

After a while, Old Wei came out with a cane, and shouted all the way: "Tonghe, don't take my Ruyin jug!"

"I don't have one!" Cao Lao put the Ruyi Pot on the table, and stepped forward to support him, "Zhouxi, walk carefully, don't fall."

Elder Wei walked over with a cane, sat on the official hat chair on the left side of the hall, and said angrily, "Every time you take away something from my house, you will go to Gongcifang to find Nanhe if you have something to do. Come upstairs!"

Mr. Cao smiled and sat on the chair on the other side. He didn't want to make any more excuses, and said straight to the point: "Junior Brother, I accepted a student this year. I don't have a place to live. Do you have a room here?"

Elder Wei immediately became vigilant, "Why, you want to plant a spy in my house to steal my treasures to your house?"

Mr. Cao chuckled, "Junior brother, I'm wrong when you say that, I absolutely didn't mean that, I really have no place to live, I can't ask the new kid to sleep on the same bed as Weiyu!"

"Sleeping in the same bed?" Elder Wei suddenly became excited, "Wei Yu is my daughter-in-law, how can she sleep in the same bed as someone else?"

Elder Cao responded, "That's right!"

Bai Weiyu was sweating coldly, thinking, Mr. Cao, you don't have to betray me like this, do you?

"Where's Weiyu?" Old Wei stared at a pair of misty eyes, searching around, "Has Weiyu come?"

Bai Weiyu walked over and said aggrievedly, "Master, I'm here."

Elder Wei took his hand, "Weiyu, hurry up and marry our family, Nanhe, and make the house available for the new kid to live in."

Bai Weiyu couldn't help but smile, "Old Wei, you shouldn't rush into major events in life. The new junior brother... no, the junior sister is very cute. This is to let him live with you first, get to know you well, and also get to know the senior brother... ..."

Elder Wei happily said, "Oh, that's good, let Nan He get acquainted!"

Bai Weiyu acted obediently, "Old Wei, your wishful pot is so beautifully crafted!"

The wrinkles on Old Wei's face bloomed into a flower, "Isn't it beautiful? I can't see it, but I can feel it, Wei Yu, this is for you..."

Cao Lao hurriedly stopped: "Junior brother, don't spoil the child like this!"

Old Wei's face became serious, "I want to give this to my daughter-in-law, it's none of your business!" Bai Weiyu accepted it, smiling all over his face.

Old Wei instructed: "Weiyu, take good care of it, don't use bad tea, this is Xiaoqi..." After a pause, he slapped his head, "Where are Xiaoqi, Xiaoqi? My daughter-in-law ..."

Bai Weiyu followed Cao Lao out of the wooden building, took out the Ruyi Pot from his arms, and said with contempt: "Cao Lao, stop instigating me to do such nasty things."

Mr. Cao took the Ruyi Pot, and rubbed it with his palm like a baby: "Hey, this pot is really good, not bad!" After speaking, he left happily.

Bai Weiyu did not follow Mr. Cao back to Zhuangbitang. He went around to the back of the wooden building, looked up at the window of the study on the second floor, then bent down, picked up a small stone and threw it up, knocking on the edge of the window.

After a while, Le Zhengqi, who was locked in the room by Wei Nanhe to study, climbed onto the desk and poked his head to look out, gesticulating, I want to go out and play!

Bai Weiyu gesticulated and asked in colloquial terms, how long has Senior Brother Wei imprisoned you?

Le Zhengqi looked at the time, with a mournful face, gestured four fingers with one hand and three fingers with the other hand, indicating that 43 minutes.

Bai Weiyu spread his hands helplessly, you can wait a little longer.

Le Zhengqi stepped out of the window on one leg and muttered, "I don't miss it anymore, I want to jump out."

Bai Weiyu scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, hurriedly ran to the window to catch him, and shouted: "Don't mess around, be careful when you fall..."

There was a thunderous shout out of nowhere: "Lezheng Qi!" Lezheng retracted his legs seven times, while Bai Weiyu rubbed his nose and pretended nothing happened, posing as admiring the floating clouds in the sky.

Wei Nanhe appeared at some point, walked to the window with his hands behind his back, and asked softly, "Xiao Qi, have you finished memorizing those words? What do you want to do when you get out?"

"I haven't finished memorizing it yet." Le Zhengqi faltered and said, "I, I'll bask in the sun."

"Have you had enough sun?"

"Enough, enough."

"Why don't you continue reciting?"

"Oh..." Lezheng Qi glanced at Bai Weiyu reluctantly, and obediently went back.

Wei Nanhe turned around, put his hand on Bai Weiyu's shoulder, "Weiyu, why are you here for a stroll?"

Bai Weiyu replied, "Just passing by."

"Haha, passing by!" Wei Nanhe lowered his voice, threatening unceremoniously: "Go about your own business, you'd better be careful, and then encourage Xiao Qi to jump out of the window and escape, I will make you look good!"

Bai Weiyu wanted to argue: "Brother, that's none of my business..."

"Shut up!" Wei Nanhe snorted, "Xiaoqi only knows how to play with you, but he's playing wild with his heart. Anyway, he didn't study well, and I'm on your head!"

Bai Weiyu muttered with downcast eyes: "It's my fault again..."

On the first day of the freshman report, Yang Xiaokong was carrying a cross-body bag on his back and filled out the information at the registration office. As soon as he left the gate, a young man stopped him, put one hand on his shoulder, and held a photo in the other, looking him up and down. Fan, with a cynical smile on the corner of his mouth, asked: "Yang Xiaokong?"

Yang Xiaokong took a step back, shook his head fearfully, "I'm not!"

The young man is very good-looking, with bright eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, and a little sickly greenish yellow in his white skin. He smiles harmlessly to humans and animals, but inexplicably reveals a ruffian appearance, and there are a few scary bruises on his arms .Yang Xiaokong recognized him, and there was always this senior brother bouncing around in group fights in the courtyard. He raised his chin at a scar-faced man wearing sunglasses next to him, "Brother Sheng, that's him!"

Yang Xiaokong was tied into the corner of the mountain just like that, and Bai Weiyu introduced the situation in the corner of the mountain all the way, Yang Xiaokong was confused, until Bai Weiyu pretended to pat him on the shoulder lovingly, and asked: "Junior brother, do you want to know?" Do you understand?"

"Understood." Yang Xiaokong replied confusedly, glanced at the bruises on Bai Weiyu's arm, and asked, "Who beat you?"

Bai Weiyu lowered his voice: "Old Cao beat up, he can beat up people, you have to be mentally prepared."

Yang Xiaokong was shocked: "No way?"

Bai Weiyu smiled: "Don't be afraid, Mr. Cao is very hot-tempered. In fact, he has a very good heart. He beat me because he hates iron but not steel. If he hits you, don't take it too seriously."

Yang Xiaokong also smiled: "Yes."

In other words, Wei Nanhe has a friend named Du Youshan, who is actually a local hooligan from the wealthy side. Earning more money every year, and becoming more wealthy and powerful, he can be regarded as the ultimate scum among cultural people.

Wei Nanhe despises the surname Du, and Du Youshan must also hate the surname Wei...Of course, the two sides are half-hearted, and it is not a good thing, but on the surface the two sides are very friendly, and they still laugh and laugh when they meet. My lord The world is so hypocritical.

Not long ago, Du Youshan invited Wei Nanhe to have dinner, and Xiao Qizai also went to eat with him. Du Youshan saw the injury on Le Zhengqi's arm and asked with concern. He confessed everything, and quickly revealed that he had dug out a Yuan blue and white flower from the grave.

This time Du Youshan's greedy businessman is like a fly staring at shit, he insists on buying the blue and white yuan and reselling it to his Japanese customers, Wei Nanhe keeps winking, but Le Zhengqi foolishly pats his chest to confirm the ticket : "No problem, I'll sell it to you for 400 million!" Wei Nanhe had no choice but to sell it, he would definitely be reluctant to sell it, so he had no choice but to make a fake one and use it for business.

When Yang Xiaokong arrived at Zhuangbitang, Gongwengfang happened to open a kiln, and a whole kiln of Yuan blue and white peonies with twined branches was brought out and placed in the yard.Wei Nanhe lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and asked Le Zhengqi who was beside him: "Xiaoqi, what do you think of this batch of goods?"

Le Zhengqi walked over to pick up a jar, looked at the bottom plate, looked at the glaze painter against the sun, then threw his hand aside, the jar shattered into several pieces with a crisp sound, Wei Nanhe spit out smoke faintly, watching the other party take this All the pots in the kiln were smashed, and the eyebrows were not wrinkled.

Le Zhengqi threw the pot to pieces, clapped his hands, and was even more angry than Wei Nanhe, "Nanhe, what are these things!"

Wei Nanhe smiled nonchalantly, "It's just cheating Little Japan, anyone can be fooled, why bother to be so serious?"

Lezheng stepped over at seven steps and stared at Wei Nanhe: "I dug out the stuff! I told you to be an imitation, and you're just making it up for me. Are you going to do this business or not? Don't smash your own signboard!"

Wei Nanhe smoked the rest of the cigarette in one gulp, and threw the cigarette butt away, "I didn't want to do business with Du Youshan in the first place."

Le Zhengqi pushed him and was furious: "So you did it on purpose! I ate his food and agreed to sell it to him. You return the things to me!"

"Give it back to you, let you sell it to Little Japan?" Wei Nanhe patted Le Zhengqi on the head, turned and left.

Le Zhengqi grabbed him relentlessly: "Why are you doing this? I also have credit!"

Wei Nanhe laughed three times: "What credit do children have?"

"Wei Nanhe!" Le Zheng clicked on the lighter seven times: "I'm going to set fire to your basement right now!"

"Tsk, you kid, I told you not to play with fire." Wei Nanhe stretched out his hand, "Give me back the lighter."

"Give me back the jar!"

Wei Nanhe pulled the child over, lowered his head and whispered close to his ear: "Okay, please be quiet! I bought a floor board from Lao Zhou last month. It's a good product, so I'll use it to make it One, I'll do it myself, okay? Guaranteed that Little Japan can't identify it with carbon fourteen!"

Le Zhengqi had a smile on his face, "Why didn't you take out the bottom plate earlier? You are so stingy!"

Wei Nanhe sighed: "The floor also needs money! One hundred thousand, do you know, kid?"

"You're so picky, people bought you a fake product for more than 400 million yuan. The real product is still locked in your basement, and you still care about the 10 yuan!" Le Zheng gave him a white look.

"Hey, man! Are you familiar with Du Youshan?" Wei Nanhe's expression became solemn: "I tell you, stay away from him! Also, next time you tell outsiders about our family, see if I don't beat you up." you!"

"Oh." Le Zhengqi couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, "I know!" Just as he was talking, Bai Weiyu arrived with Yang Xiaokong, Le Zhengqi heard the sound of the car, ran to the fence and stretched his neck to make up Bitang Waving, "Weiyu..."

"Then whose child is it? So cute." Yang Xiaokong saw Le Zhengqi from a distance, and felt that his smile brightened the whole area of ​​Gongcifang.

Bai Weiyu poked Lezheng Qi with his thumb, and said to Yang Xiaokong: "He? What a cute fart! It's the Qi Zai I told you about. Don't call him a child, he will beat you."

Yang Xiaokong laughed: "That's him, 17 years old? Can't tell."

"Ha, that's what everyone says."

Mr. Cao was practicing calligraphy in the back room when he heard a voice greet him, "Xiaokong, here we come."

Yang Xiaokong graduated from the sculpture department of our school. He knew Mr. Cao before, but he was not very familiar with him. He scratched his head shyly: "Mr. Cao, hello..."

Mr. Cao laughed heartily: "Hello, you will live here from now on, it's still early, ask Weiyu to take you for a stroll."

Bai Weiyu pointed to the three characters "Zhuangbitang" and asked, "Junior brother, what do you think of this word?"

Old Cao's face darkened, and he threatened, "Weiyu!"

Yang Xiaokong looked up, silent for a long time, and said: "Pink makeup and jade carving, water and green mountains, good name; running script is strong and natural, chic and elegant, good calligraphy."

Mr. Cao laughed until he couldn't find his eyes, "Yes, yes, Xiao Kong, you are such a good boy..." Bai Weiyu turned his head with tears streaming down his face, his lips moved silently, what and what, fake Qing Gao, still talking so much nonsense!

Yang Xiaokong put down his luggage and followed Bai Weiyu to the Porcelain Workshop. Bai Weiyu introduced the younger brother to everyone, and then introduced everyone to the younger brother. , When I met Le Zhengqi, I didn’t know what to call him. According to the order of entry, he should be called senior brother, and according to his age, he should be called junior brother. Bai Weiyu solved the problem in time, "Just call him Qizi."

Lezheng Qi rolled his eyes, "You are the Yangtze River No. [-]!"

Wei Nanhe smiled and said, "Xiaokong, right? Don't be so restrained, your name is Xiaoqi..." After a pause, he continued: "Just call it the same as Weiyu, let's call it Qizai." Le Zhengqi was gnawing on a chicken leg, He spit out the bones on the ground, and called the dogs around him, "Nanhe, Weiyu, come and eat!"

Three native dogs... No, three purebred Chinese pastoral terriers, all of which are shorn bald, like sheep that have just been shaved. .

"One with black hair and white eyebrows, named Aso; one with snow-white body, named Chunyilang; one with thin arms and thin legs, named Bianbian." Bai Weiyu introduced.

Yang Xiaokong suppressed a smile and asked, "Who chose this name?"

Bai Weiyu grinned: "It's not the old man Wei Senior Brother."

Lezheng Qizhile: "Xiaokong, I only have Weiyu to play with me here. When you come, we can play games together!"

"Okay." Yang Xiaokong caught a glimpse of a long scar on Le Zhengqi's arm, and his smile involuntarily faded. The scar was more than ten centimeters long, and against his fair skin, it looked particularly dazzling and terrifying.

Le Zhengqi followed his gaze to see the scar on his hand, and shook his head boldly: "I won the bid in the tomb, it's okay..."

"I think your scars are healed and you forget the pain!" Wei Nanhe patted the dust on his hands, and greeted: "It's time to read English, read for an hour before I can eat." Le Zhengqi heard this and turned his head Run as fast as you can.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Wei Nanhe grabbed him, and picked him up like a chicken with a little force.

"Wei Nanhe, I killed you..." Xiao Qizai kicked his legs in vain, Wei Nanhe ignored him, and easily carried him upside down on his shoulders and walked towards the wooden building.

Yang Xiaokong was dumbfounded, Bai Weiyu rubbed his chin and said, "Just get used to it."

What Lezheng Qi hates the most is English... so what nonsense?

Wei Nanhe: "Read with me, school, school."

"Dead, school." Le Zhengqi repeated.

"S, softly." Wei Nanhe corrected.

"Death, softly."

Wei Nanhe patted the table: "Lezheng Qi! Be serious!"

"I'm serious..." Le Zhengqi stared at him with wet eyes, not to mention being wronged.

"Okay." Wei Nanhe rubbed his temples, "Change the word, read it after me, friend, friend."

"Rotten, my friend." Le Zhengqi didn't think twice.

Wei Nanhe hated that iron could not be made into steel, and smiled back in anger:

"Your pronunciation is really good!"

"Hey..." Le Zhengqi scratched his head shyly, "Thank you for the compliment." Wei Nanhe looked at him sadly.

Le Zhengqi acted like a baby: "Nan He, let's stop learning..."

"No!"

Le Zhengqi climbed onto his lap, bit his ear and murmured, "Uncle Wei... okay, okay..."

Wei Nanhe turned his head unsteadily, "Damn boy, do this trick again! Tomorrow and tomorrow, no!"

Downstairs, Old Wei yelled: "Xiao Qi, Nan He, it's time to eat..."

Le Zhengqi twitched restlessly, kissed Wei Nanhe's face, and then bit his lower lip: "It's getting dark, I'm so hungry, why don't we talk about it tomorrow?"

"You hopeless child!" Wei Nanhe surrendered, pinched Le Zhengqi's chin, and kissed him hard.

Due to family reasons since he was a child, Lezheng Qi has not received much modern education, and his social skills are almost zero. In the past few years, he has only learned to get along with the people in that corner of the mountain. Don't look at him as bold as he dared to run up and down the grave alone. Jumping down, if you throw him alone into the bustling street, he will be panic-stricken, which has to be said to be a disease.

In addition, the problem teenager also has a serious Electra complex. Without a father, it naturally turns into a brother love complex. The chick in the shell is like a hen, and only thinks of this person in his eyes.

Wei Nanhe raised his little lover as his own son, provided him with food and clothing, and taught him to study. Today's society is no different from 50 years ago, and education is indispensable, otherwise he will starve to death.Back then, as long as the older generation had a handicraft, they could make a living. When Cao Lao and Wei Lao were young, they studied art with a teacher, and they learned to dig graves. A legendary figure, but now buried in the ground.

Wei Lao’s eyes were blinded by corpse poison in the tomb when he was in his teens, so he had to change his job to be a restless porcelain maker; while Cao Lao was worried about being arrested and criticized to death during the Cultural Revolution, so he changed his career to lacquer painting halfway through; Only Le Zhengxuan had the audacity to spend his whole life digging graves, and even taught his son to be a genius of tomb robbers.

But when Xiaoqi came into the hands of Wei Nanhe, he was not allowed to do any illegal and criminal work. Professor Wei didn't want his precious little lover to follow the example of his father-in-law and spend his whole life sleeping on a coffin board. Grow up and become a normal person.