Since ancient times, the king of sword repair

The elder took me by the wrist again, and brought me back to the stone table. He took the wine and filled the bowls we drank before.This time, I don't need to tell the elder, I know that he wants to have a drink with me.

The Great Elder and I were holding on to a bowl, and our arms were intertwined. The Great Elder's hand was probably very unstable because of drunkenness.

And the Great Elder is taller than me, and because our arms are entwined, if he shakes, I will shake too. The Great Elder raised his head and drank the wine in my bowl, and a lot of wine dripped down his cheeks down.

After we finished drinking, the first thing we did when we put down the bowl was to quickly take out a handkerchief and wipe our faces. It was very uncomfortable to have the wet wine icing on our faces.

I wiped my face and turned to look at the Great Elder, only to find that the handkerchief in the Great Elder's hand looked familiar no matter what.

The Great Elder noticed my gaze, looked down at the handkerchief in his hand, said "Oh" and said, "Does this look familiar? This is a handkerchief cut from clothes you didn't use before."

A satisfied smile floated on the face of the Great Elder: "It's great to be able to carry your scent in my arms and save money."

When I heard the first half of the sentence, I was very moved, but when I heard the second half of the sentence, I said: "..."

The great elder said: "You don't know, I still have a lot of your things."

He said: "I'll take you to see it." After finishing speaking, without waiting for my reaction, he pulled my wrist and walked towards his room.

When we came to his room, the Great Elder went to a folder on the table with a slightly unsteady footsteps. He took out the contents of the folder and pulled me to him: "Look."

On the table are many sheets of rice paper that have turned yellow, with crooked handwriting, poems that are not smooth at all, and ugly paintings.

I looked at these things and felt a little familiar.

The elder's fingertips stroked the paper lightly, and he introduced to me: "This is the picture of a sparrow playing with bamboo that you drew when you were ten years old. Master teased you and said that you were drawing chickens at all. You threw it away in anger." Pen ran to the backyard and cried for a long time."

"When you were 12 years old, you thought that you could be a hero who could save the world. You have been worrying for a long time about what to do if you become famous, whether you will be recognized everywhere you go, and you have practiced your signature for a long time..." the elder Pulled out a piece of paper full of my name: "This is the signature you practiced at that time."

"When you were 16 years old, you said you wanted to be a poet, but you wrote such a poem..." The Great Elder chuckled twice, and read the words that seemed to me to be a mess of ink: "The mountain is so high, especially High; the depth of the water is very deep; the mountains are high and the water is deep, so beautiful."

Those vague memories gradually revived in my mind, but even if they revived, I couldn't remember them clearly at all, but the Great Elder remembered them very clearly. He kept taking out the things I had used from drawers and cabinets. , or all kinds of things that I have liked, and introduced their various origins to me, who should be the owner, like a few treasures.

In the end, the Great Elder pointed to the painting on the wall and said, "This, you must remember, is the portrait of Master you drew... Although I don't want to, I promised you that I would hang it on the wall of my room... "

I stared blankly at the room.

It turned out that without my knowledge, this room was already full of evidence of my heart in the mind of the Great Elder.

The great elder said he was tired, grabbed the water on the table and drank it in one gulp, sat on the chair for a long time, stood up again, and approached me.

The Great Elder held me by the waist and pulled me closer to him, letting me stick in his arms. He kept kissing my ears, my eyes and my cheeks, and then asked me in a hoarse voice: "Fang Qinghe, have we worshiped?" , isn't it time for the bridal chamber wedding night?"

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Don't dislike him, he really can't hold back

ps, two more chapters, I'm so supportive!