Quick Transmigration: Plum rhyme

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There is an old man living in a wooden house near the city wall of the west gate. There is a large open space around the wooden house, most of which are planted with melons. Now is the time for melons to be harvested, and the ground is green and golden.

The wooden house is divided into four rooms. Opposite the door in the middle is a spacious living room.

When Ming Chen came back with the medicine basket on his back, the old man was sitting in the living room weaving baskets, seeing him he just nodded his head, and the knitting motion still stopped.

Ming Chen automatically sat opposite to the old man.

"Teacher, raise your head and look at me." The voice was gentle and kind but majestic. The master really knew things like a god, but he didn't want to admit defeat. When he thought of the unknown silver egg in the basket, he felt inexplicably strange. It’s just a kind of helpless and empty smile. This egg came suddenly. Hearing the master’s words, Ming Chen knew that if he kept his head down, he would be disrespectful to the master on the one hand, filial on the other, and disrespectful on the third. Said dishonesty.

Ming Chen raised his head calmly, with a calm expression, as if the person just now was not him. He stared at the old man, as if he had been hypnotized, like an iron object meeting a magnet. Didn't find it?

The old and the young looked at each other like this, the air in the room was dull and tense, at this moment there was a shaking in the basket, the old man opened his eyes wide, his eyes were like sharp knives, and his spine was chilled.

"One mistake and one wrong step are very different."

"Master, you know why you want to make this disciple suffer!" Ming Chen put down the medicine basket on his back, and took out the silver eggs in the basket, with a somewhat questioning tone.

"Tu'er made a mistake again. It's not the old man, but destiny must die. Tu'er, you're wrong. Forgive you this time!"

"Master's apprentice knows it's wrong!" Ming Chen picked up the medicine basket, got up and gave a blessing to his master, then turned and walked towards the backyard, "Wait!"

Mingchen looked at the master's face in confusion, the old man didn't say a word, he just pointed to the silver egg on the table, although Mingchen didn't know the destiny, but the catastrophe was fixed, how would he know if he didn't try, the answer might be It will be very simple, calm down, return to the table and hold the silver egg in his arms, "Teacher, leave!"

"The old man believes in your ability, disciple, don't let me down!"

"I will, Master!" Ming Chen's voice trembled as if choked with sobs.

Looking at the master with white hair and beard, I feel a little more guilty in my heart. Back in the day, the master was still a young gentleman, and it was because of his unworthy apprentice that he became like this. Even the master could not chase after him. Back, I remembered that the misty smile of the master sitting under the pear tree was a bit unreal, and the plainness of looking up at the sky was a bit desolate, "Master, why don't you chase your wife back?"

"Master lost your mistress, it's all because your master hesitated too much,"

In the end, he turned his head to look at himself, and in those eyes was a complex and unknown emotion that he didn't understand, "Teacher, your master is tired, hey, master will only treat you well from now on, apprentice?"

"Okay, disciple will obey the master's words and be your disciple obediently."

"Master's good apprentice, if you meet someone special in this life that day, if you want to get close to her, don't let her down. You must keep it in mind, you know?"

"Tuer will definitely remember it in his heart"

"Go, today's homework is not finished yet, don't bother the master, I'm drunk with pear blossoms"

"Yes, Master!"

Sober from the memory, I realized that the tone just now was a bit aggressive, and I felt more and more ashamed to stay any longer.

Ming Chen turned around hurriedly, and his flustered steps showed the injustice in the master's heart. The old man finally got up, stroked his beard, shook his head and sighed, picked up a hoe and went to the field to weed the melon season.

Ming Chen returned to the sleeping place, put the silver egg in his hand on the bed, but he sat in front of the table and leaned on his chin, his eyes turned to the window, looking ecstatically.

What kind of catastrophe caused the master with such a calm mind to have such a big reaction and it was a normal behavior, or was it because of himself...

Alas, I feel that my life is quite useless, why do others say that I am a shining golden body?

What kind of connection does this silver egg have with him?

Mingchen looked back at the quiet and beautiful silver egg on the bed,

No matter how delicate and beautiful it is, it's just an egg, so how much trouble can it cause?

Ming Chen's mind was a little swollen thinking, he couldn't get up and walk to the bed, it seemed that he was so tired that he even deprived him of the ability to undress, so he just slumped on the bed, becoming a "capital" person.