Peerless luthier

In the hot summer, the trees are green.Cicada shouted happily, forming a lively sound.

Huatian didn't know where he had gone. Recently, as soon as Zhong Yi picked him up, he would slither away and hide far away, which is really not interesting.

There are many fun things to do in summer, and schools usually end early.

Zhong Yi waited and waited, and finally it was July.

They generally don't like to stay in the house, and come out to play as soon as the sun is not so poisonous.

For example, catching cicadas from the trees planted in the yard, catching fish in the pond next door, eating iced fruit at home if it is hot, picking lotus leaves in the lotus pond in the evening, etc., are always fun.

But the weather in summer is very moody. You will have a big sun for a while, and then you will turn your face and wind and rain heavily.

Last year, Dad asked someone to build a new small bamboo house, which was in the courtyard of Zhong Yi and Ah Li.So Zhong Yi's piano was moved from her father's study to the left wing of the small bamboo house, and it was used as Zhong Yi's piano room.The right wing room was given to them as a study.

In the afternoon, Zhong Yi was playing the piano in the piano room, and felt that the wind seemed to be getting stronger, and it was still damp.Is it going to rain?

Daddy sat beside Zhong Yi and supervised Zhong Yi: "Practice the piano and concentrate on it."

Zhong Yi stuck out her tongue: "Yes."

After practicing for about a stick of incense, Dad asked Zhong Yi to stop, "Xiao Yi, come here, Dad is here to teach you how to paint."

When Zhong Yi obediently followed her father to the study, she turned her head to look at the sky outside the window, it was gloomy, and it was about to rain heavily.Ah Li was practicing in the courtyard the sword skills that the bearded man had taught him this morning.

Zhong Yi yelled at him: "A Li—it's going to rain—come in."

Zhong Li heard Zhong Yi's voice, put away his sword posture, turned around and shouted, "I'll finish this set first, don't worry about me."

When they arrived at the study, Dad had already prepared his pen and ink. Seeing Zhong Yi come in, he asked, "Ah Li is still practicing sword?"

Zhong Yi nodded: "Well, he said he would finish a set."

Dad nodded, walked to the window, opened it to the maximum, closed his eyes to feel the wind, his black hair curled nicely in the wind, Zhong Yi was dumbfounded.

Dad said: "Xiaoyi, come here."

When Zhong Yi heard this, as soon as she walked to her father, a gust of cool wind blew in her face, Zhong Yi imitated her father and closed her eyes.

At this moment, I heard the sound of the paper behind me being blown.

Zhong Yi sighed: "What a strong wind."

"open one's eyes."

Zhong Yi obediently opened her eyes, facing the more gloomy sky outside the window.

Dad smiled and handed the ink-stained brush to Zhong Yi: "Draw what's on your mind."

Yan Hui was humming a little song while embroidering flowers in the room, there was the sound of rain beating on the window.The maid A Rong opened the window, "Ma'am, it's raining."

"Oh?" Yan Hui looked at the gloomy sky, "The sun is still shining brightly at noon, why is there a storm in the afternoon."

"Yeah, the sky is getting faster." A Rong looked at the courtyard, and suddenly found a black figure spinning rapidly.

"Oh, ma'am, Master Ah Li is still practicing sword outside."

"What?" Yan Hui left Nuhong behind, and walked quickly to the window to have a look. No, Ah Li, who was wearing a black dress, was waving his sword in the rain. The rain was falling, and he used his sword energy lightly in the rain. .

"A Li!" Yan Hui and A Rong walked out of the room quickly, "A Li, it's raining, don't practice."

Ah Li didn't answer, but looked at the sword intently, turning over and jumping lightly in the rain.

Yan Hui looked at him for a while: "Forget it, I'll make ginger soup. After the young master finishes his practice, let him take a bath first."

A Rong agreed.

A quarter of an hour later, the rain intensified, and the stone slabs paving the courtyard were all wet from the rain.

The rain that fell from the sky fell on the ground with a splash, splashing dense water.

Finally, Zhong Li withdrew his sword in satisfaction.

Ah Rong hurriedly urged him to take a bath.

Yan Hui was waiting for him in the room, and said distressedly: "See what you do if you get sick when you practice your sword at any time! Don't do it again next time." Zhong Li smiled and said, "I know I was wrong."

Yan Hui calmed down: "Go and wash it. After washing, drink this bowl of ginger soup." Zhong Li smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go right away."

Zhong Yi was using his pen to draw the stormy lake, Dad said: "No, use more force." Dad held Zhong Yi's hand and painted a piece of light blue on the paper.

After the stroke was over, Zhong Yi sighed inwardly, as expected, she was still far behind her father, Zhong Han was as proficient in writing as he was.

Finally, the painting is finished.

Zhong Yi used a small brush to inscribe in the empty space: "Wind and rain, Xiao Yi and Daddy worked together."

Zhong Han thinks some of the bold fonts are very cute.

Dad took Shi Yan away and said with a smile, "That's right, Xiaoyi has made progress."

The butler, Old Liu, came in from the outside: "My lord, there is someone from Wang Yuanwai's house."

Dad was puzzled: "Now?"

Old Liu said: "Yes, just wait in the hall."

Dad said: "I'll go now."

Zhong Yi watched her father's figure gradually walk away.

Suddenly, a strange smell came, and Zhong Yi looked around thoughtfully.

Ah Li, with his hair loose, came in with a bowl of ginger soup, and said with a smile, "Xiaoyi, mother has cooked ginger soup for you. You must finish it."

Thinking of its taste, Zhong Yi's face wrinkled into a ball, and she squeezed two words between her teeth: "Don't!"

Zhong Li showed a look of regret, and sat at the table and drank ginger soup.

As her heart calmed down slowly, Zhong Yi gradually realized the flexibility of the brush strokes, and with a touch of blue, the mountains in the distance were wiped out.The green of the lake is glowing with blue light, and waves are flowing towards the foot of the mountain, and the thin curtains on the pavilion are gently raised.

After finishing the writing, Zhong Yi was a little narcissistic, completely unaware that Zhong Li was still standing behind him.

"Why don't you add a touch here?" He stretched out his white and slender fingers to trace among the rolling waves.

Zhong Yi was startled by his sudden voice.

Watching the movement of his fingers, Zhong Yi didn't understand, so: "How to add?"

Zhong Li took out the small Langhao pen that his father liked to use, dipped it in the ink, and painted a faint mist in the green water of the lake.

His hair was still wet, so there were small drops of water flowing from the black hair, slowly falling in the air, and condensing on the rice paper.

"A Li, your hair is too wet, go and wipe it off." Zhong Yi gently pushed him away dissatisfied.

After hearing this, he dipped the Langhao pen into the ink: "Oh."

When the brush lightly drew half a little turtle on Zhong Yi's face, Zhong Yi hadn't reacted yet.

"...!!"

"Ah Li!!!"

"Tsk tsk, the little turtle's butt is not finished yet."

"You actually painted a turtle on my face!"

"Aren't turtles interesting? Well...or do you like cats? Well, I'll give you my all."

"What! Do you really paint? Ah—Daddy! Daddy!"

Perhaps it was because Zhong Yi's voice was too harsh, both father and mother came to the study in a hurry.

The mother said in a panic: "What's the matter?"

Zhong Li quickly withdrew his hand, looking serious.

Zhong Yi looked at her father pitifully, and complained, "Daddy, Ah Li bullied me." Suddenly, there was a silence.

"Pfft—" I don't know who laughed first.

Niangqin raised the corners of her mouth, took out a handkerchief and went to Zhong Yi's side to wipe off the ink.

Daddy smiled very gently: "Between brothers, fighting and fighting is not harmful to friendship."

Zhong Yi let her mother wipe Zhong Yi's forehead, and looked at Ah Li angrily.

Ah Li suddenly laughed, and said silently, "Frog."

What do you mean?

Did he mean he was like a frog?

"...It's unreasonable!"

Zhong Yi opened her mother's hand and rushed towards him, unexpectedly Zhong Li quickly ran away.

"Don't run!"

"Huada, give it to me!"

"Meow!" Hanada ran with her short legs in coordination.

For a while, the yard was very lively.

The rain stopped and it was already evening.

The lotus pond in the center of the courtyard was full of water, and the hibiscus bloomed extraordinarily delicately as if it had absorbed the rain and dew. On the round green lotus leaves, there was a small, shiny, rolling drop of water.

Hanada stood on the edge of the lotus pond, trying to catch the red dragonfly that was standing on it.

Zhong Yi and Ah Li were using chopsticks to compete for a plate of shredded pork with garlic sprouts.

Dad happily announced: "Tomorrow, we will go mountain climbing with Wang Yuanwai."

climbing?It will be very tiring.

When Zhong Yi was not paying attention, Ah Li snatched a small handful of shredded pork.

Niangqin echoed with a smile: "Mountain climbing is a good thing, it is good for the body."

Dad looked at Zhong Yi gently, and the side face was covered with a soft light in the setting sun: "Xiao Yi, Wang Yuanwai's son will also go there at that time. He is also in school. His name is Wang Sanyin, do you know him?"

Zhong Yi tilted her head and thought, "Wang Sanyin? I don't know him, nor have I heard of it."

Ah Li teased, "He doesn't know anyone except those boys who caught crickets with him."

Zhong Yi glared at him: "You are talking nonsense!"

Mother smiled and patted Zhong Yi's head: "Brother Sanyin is very hardworking, you should learn more from him, okay?"

Zhong Yi nodded obediently: "Yes, I will."