Beautiful apprentice dressed as a demon

Jiang Huai attended the class for two months. During this period, 007 accompanied him to do various small tasks to improve his cultivation.

After listening to Li Wenzhao's words, Ban Xia cared too much for him, and even came to make up lessons for him at night, for fear that Jiang Huai might not understand something, and the diligent Jiang Huai was speechless.

It was midsummer, and the wind on the mountain was sultry. Jiang Huai sat in the small courtyard and fanned himself with a cattail fan to cool off.

There was no class today, so 007 stayed beside him and asked: [You have sent out so many letters, why didn't Li Wenzhao reply a single word? 】

Since 007 confirmed the relationship between the two, his affection for Li Wenzhao has increased a lot, and he even likes to listen to Jiang Huai's rambling stories about him and Li Wenzhao. He told himself.

It has reached a tacit understanding with Jianghuai, as long as Li Wenzhao is around, it will never show up. After all, with Li Wenzhao around, Jianghuai will not encounter any danger.

"Master said, he won't return." Jiang Huai said, "He has his own things to do over there, so how can he have time to reply."

[Ah,] 007 said, [It's been a long time since I've heard anything about you and him. 】

"He's not here recently, what could be the matter." Jiang Huai said, feeling that the wind outside was too hot, so he simply moved the small bench into the house, went to wash a bunch of grapes and came back.

007 watched him peel the grapes, and asked him: 【Aren't you posting letters today? 】

"For a while." Jiang Huai stuffed the grapes into his mouth and said, "When I finish eating, it's too early now, Master should not have rested yet, I'm going to wait for him to rest."

【All right. ] 007 replied.

"By the way, Bai Miao hasn't sent me a letter for a long time, and I don't know what happened to Song Yan." Jiang Huai said, pushing the fruit plate aside, and took out the pressed letter paper.

He wrote down all the things he learned in the past two days and the interesting things he encountered, so that he wrote three or four sheets of paper. After grinding and drying the inkstone, he wrote down what he wanted to say on the paper stroke by stroke. superior.

Fearing that Li Wenzhao would not be able to understand his own handwriting, he wrote very carefully every stroke and stroke, like copying a copybook, not daring to make any mistakes.

The writing is full of affection, and I can't say enough in a hurry.

Sitting in front of the table, he sat for two full hours and wrote more than ten pages full of paper, earnestly and full of anticipation.

007 has been watching from the side, feeling very relieved, remembering the first time he saw Jianghuai, his handwriting was still crooked, incomparably ugly, but now his handwriting has rhymes, very beautiful, progress is so fast, it is still necessary Thanks to Li Wenzhao.

There is no need to persuasion or teaching, Jianghuai can do everything well, no fuss, no evasion, just do what is assigned, moved 007 to tears, and ran to his colleagues overnight to show off his host's cuteness Obedient again.

Speaking of which, Jianghuai is definitely the most obedient host it has ever brought. Although it was a little friction at the beginning, compared with the previous hosts who have dealt with it, he is already a once-in-a-thousand-year host.

Don't be afraid of Li Wenzhao now, it thought in its heart, if it could be seen by Li Wenzhao, it would wish to go up and call him big brother.

While it was thinking, Jianghuai had already written his pen and took the letter paper full of words to the window to dry.

Because the summer is too hot, Jianghuai installed bamboo curtains near the windows some time ago. First, it can reduce the heat. Second, when the wind passes, he likes to hear the sound of the end of the bamboo curtains slapping on the windows. Remind him to do things.

After the letter was dry, he cast spells to allow the letter to be passed on.These spelled letters can dissipate after people read them, and only the other party can see them. It was taught by Ban Xia in class some time ago.

Since he learned this, he doesn't like to use the sound transmission talisman anymore. He chatters and often gets stuck while talking, which sounds like a waste of time, and he's afraid that Li Wenzhao won't be able to finish listening to what he said every time.

He didn't sign the letter because he was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble, so he was cautious, and he didn't even write Li Wenzhao's name on it. He only liked to draw two small smiling faces next to each other at the end of the letter.

I only hope that this old friend's heart can travel across thousands of mountains and rivers, carry it back, and hear about dreams.

007 watched him deliver the letter, before he had time to drink his saliva, Ban Xia opened the door and came in.

"Third Elder." Jiang Huai called him respectfully.

Ban Xia nodded to him and took a seat. This time, she came back without any books, so she didn't seem to want to teach.

Jiang Huai poured him a cup of tea: "Please tell me."

"Honorable Master sent you something back." Banxia held a box wrapped in silk in her hand. It was a small box the size of a palm, square and square. It didn't look like a letter, but rather something precious. .

Jiang Huai felt his heart was lifted up suddenly, he couldn't put it down, he jumped wildly, he got up and took the small box, held it for a long time, but didn't open it.

Didn't you say you won't reply?Why did you send something back suddenly?Could something have happened there?After thinking wildly for a moment, Jiang Huai's whole body felt so weak that he sat there holding the small wooden box for a quarter of an hour without moving.

Ban Xia felt that he was stupid, and followed his eyes to see the small wooden box. The wooden box was wrapped in vermilion silk and was light in weight. I haven't seen it, so I have no idea what's in it.

"Aren't you going to tear it down?" Ban Xia asked him.

Only then did Jiang Huai come back to his senses, and felt that he hadn't slept well recently, so he was thinking so outrageously. Maybe, there was just something ordinary here...

A knot was tied on the silk and satin, and when it was taken apart, there was a square black box inside.

Sure enough, it's not a fake letter.Jiang Huai was nervous, he couldn't get up and down, he was afraid that something happened to Li Wenzhao, this was the last thing left... At the same time, he looked forward to it, looking forward to what little gift he sent him, after all, he sent it to him So many replies, he never replied a word.

Even a simple greeting is fine.

The small black box was like a spark, igniting the barren garden in his heart.

He opened the black wooden box carefully, and what caught his eye was not what he had imagined, but a small red string, with candies under it, wrapped in colored paper, and the candy paper was radiant, reflecting subtle The dots of light seemed to be sprinkled with a layer of gold dust.

At the bottom, there is a piece of folded letter paper.

Ban Xia knew it was a private property and could not be seen, so she got up and left.

"Third Elder, go slowly." Jiang Huai was in a good mood immediately, put the small box on the table, sent Pinellia away, closed the door again, and held the box in his palm fondly.

He was not in a hurry to look at the red string and sugar, he poured them all out, and picked up the letter paper that was at the bottom.

The letter paper was folded three times to hide the words, Jiang Huai opened it along the creases, and every time he opened it, his heart skipped a beat.

This is Li Wenzhao's first reply to a letter in more than two months, I don't know what will be written in the letter, and I don't know if he is doing well there, Luo Fengshan is dangerous, I hope he will not get hurt.

"Don't write the letter with the blessing of magic." Jiang Huai prayed in a low voice, so that he could keep this letter and save it.

The sun had already begun to set in the west, and the hot wind blew up the bamboo curtains, flickering, interweaving the light into lines, falling on the floor, as if catering to his heartbeat.

The letter was opened, and Li Wenzhao's handwriting clearly appeared in front of his eyes. It was the same as his usual speech, without too much content. He neither said how he was doing, nor asked anything else, only a few sentences:

The red string can be tied to the end of the jiao bone. Seeing that Qing likes sweetness, I gave some candy as a special gift, which is made of honey. Hope Qing is happy.

I have been troubled by mundane affairs recently, so I have to reply to the book in a hurry, sorry.

Jiang Huai read the letter and looked at the desk case. Under the distant sunlight, he seemed to see Li Wenzhao sitting on the grand teacher's chair with his legs crossed, drinking tea carelessly. The sunlight divided his body into golden threads. Under the half-set sun, she smiled at him...

Master.Jiang Huai murmured silently in his heart, and when he looked over again, the grand teacher's chair was empty, only the afterglow of the setting sun streaming in through the bamboo curtain.

The letter was not blessed with spells, and the handwriting would not disappear after reading it. It was Li Wenzhao who specially left him a gift, so that he could have something to think about in the remaining days.

Li Wenzhao was always like this, as if he could see everything, even if he didn't tell him about Jiaogu himself, he could know what Jiang Huai meant, and he was afraid that he would be reluctant to take it off, so he left a red string for him to prevent him from being hurt again.

Jiang Huai was immersed in the joy of this moment, unable to relax for a long time, his fingertips slid across the handwriting one after another, and looked at the letter.

Li Wenzhao's handwriting is flowing, with muscles and bones, showing strength, as if he has been practiced, and when he holds the letter a little closer, he can still smell the fragrance of the pen and ink on it, as if he can be seen standing by the table, writing word by word this letter.

When he regained his senses, Jiang Huai laid the letter paper flat on the table, and pressed his fingertips along the creases, trying to make these marks shallower for better preservation.

The creases had been pressed for a long time and were too deep. Even after working for a long time, he could still see the creases clearly on the paper, which were too clear.

Forget it, just as a memorial.Thinking so, Jiang Huai put the letter back into the wooden box, pushed the things on the table aside, picked a good and conspicuous place for it, and put it there.

The red rope can't be tied by one person, so I put it away first, and wait for Li Wenzhao to come back...

Jiang Huai was sitting on the chair, his eyes were full of smiles, his peach eyes were crooked like they were soaked in water, filled with the afterglow of the setting sun.

He looked at the candies on the side. They were all wrapped in colored paper. The colored paper was extremely delicate, as if covered with a layer of fine golden sand. Under the sunlight, the colors would intertwine and change depending on the angle of view.

He peeled one and tasted it carefully.The sugar ball rolled around on the tip of the tongue, and the sweetness in the sugar seemed to trickle down to the heart. It was lightly sweet and not greasy.

Jiang Huai smoothed out the candy paper and looked it over and over again. Although there was no taste written on it, he could still taste it. It was white peach flavor. He had a candy ball in his mouth and wanted to bite it, but he didn't dare to. Li Wenzhao didn't give him many candies. If you eat too fast, it will be gone after a while...

Three months is really a long time. It seems like half a year has passed. Counting the days every day, the calendar is almost broken, and it turns out that only two months have passed.

With both hands resting on his cheeks, Jiang Huai gently kicked the corner of the table with his toes. He was so reserved that his mind drifted away. Thinking that the master would be back in one month, he had to prepare something for him. He is good.

One month, another month... He changed his posture and looked at the sunset, and couldn't help smiling.

The author has something to say:

Jiang Huai: There is still one month, and I will see Master in one month o(*///▽///*) o～

ps: This chapter has been completely rewritten, the modification time is 2021.12.3