After the Master's reinstatement

Once a person has no self-knowledge, he will either trouble himself or trouble others.

Just like Mr. Hua, it’s no wonder his housekeeper is determined not to let him touch cats and dogs. This kid has a bad nose and sneezes when he touches fur, but he wants to squat beside him and watch the puppy licking milk with great interest. of.

The puppy grabbed his fingers and kept sucking until his belly bulged a little round. He could feel the eagerness of his fingertips that was almost vigorous. It can be imagined that when it grows up, its upper and lower jaws will have stronger strength , might make a good hound.

Yu Yan was dazed for a moment.

No reason, it's just that before, when he was really small, he had raised such a little thing.

It's not right to raise it, the cat jumped from the eaves by itself, as if condescending, and came to him step by step.

That cat is incomparable to the clown dog in front of me, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is a hundred times cuter. Its nose is a light pink, its fur is a warm orange, and its pupils are even more shining than the most precious amber in the palace. moving.

Except for eating, the cat spends most of its time sleeping, sleeping in a fluffy ball, and when it wakes up, it stretches its waist, arches its back and rubs its soft back against his face.

Being approached gently for the first time, even by a cat, is enough to make him feel fresh and joyful, preparing small dried fish by the side of the nest every day, waiting for the cat to appear has become his only pleasure besides martial arts.

Until one day, the cat suddenly stopped coming.

He didn't dare to ask the servants, and he didn't dare to look for it with much fanfare. He just ended his practice ahead of schedule and searched for it a few times on the trees by the lake where the cat usually appeared. Uncertain, he took a tasteless bite of the meat served by the cook, only to realize that the dish hadn't been served in front of his adoptive father, and it didn't make sense, so he didn't move any more.

"Why don't you eat it?"

The adoptive father glanced at him at the time and said something that he could hear clearly but didn't understand.

"After all, it's something you've kept for so long."

It has been so many years, but the inhuman vomiting and trembling still remains on the skin, and he will probably never forget it until he dies.

The adoptive father is knocking the mountain and shaking the tiger. Of course, there are enough reasons for him to be punished. He missed the martial arts several times because he was distracted by the cat, but the cat itself was right and did not hurt anyone. existence is a capital offense.

The very existence of a fragile little thing is a crime.

He didn't pay attention to this flash of kung fu, and the small courtyard suddenly became quiet, and a clear voice came from outside: "Have you finished class yet?"

With the arrival of Shang Yingqiu, the little brat who was still fighting to be breastfed just now has all the rules. As the most popular legend in martial arts today, the leader of Shang Yingqiu is naturally the unyielding hero in the hearts of the children. The sonorous and forceful report of today's learning.

"Back to the leader, we are going to review the past and learn the new later, and revisit the content of today's Master's teaching - leader, please take a look at it when you have time, no, you, you, can you give us some advice!"

"of course."

In fact, it is enough to deal with the requirements of children, and how many things do they know at this age.

However, Yu Yan did not expect that Shang Yingqiu would actually sit down and let them practice one by one, unlike other masters who would judge each movement and tell you how to do it directly, but mainly guide them, leading them step by step Looking for the feeling, although it takes time and energy, but once it comes down, even Xiong Er, who usually doesn't like to learn the most, can punch a set of punches in a decent way.

Seemingly aware of his distraction, the young man looked over with concern.

"Where's Mu Chun, did you learn a new move today?"

Yu Yan was immediately surrounded by envious and jealous little eyes, he didn't want to be taught martial arts by the juniors, so he could only reply: "...cough, I learned some idioms."

In the end, Mr. Hua took the conversation again with vigor, and the kid knew how to reciprocate, and said loudly: "Leader! Today we have learned a lot, we have hoeed the strong and helped the weak, were upright and upright, but Mu Chun has only come soon, so it is not very good Can keep up with the progress, leader, can you also make up for him!"

After all, he winked at Yu Yan, good brothers are blessed to share, I will never forget you.

You little bastard, you call it ungrateful and add insult to injury!

Yu Yan turned pale and refused flatly, but Shang Yingqiu had already smiled at him.

The young man usually speaks and laughs casually, but now that he shows off his face for a moment, there is nowhere to hide his compelling appearance, which immediately brightens up the whole room.

"Okay."

The puppy was placed in the corner of Yu Yan's bedroom at night.

Yu Yan refused at first, but at his age, he is really tired of these little things that cry and call for patience, but the reason Shang Yingqiu gave was that there is floor heating in his room, and since winter is coming, only That fits.

"Then change the room. I'll sleep in your room. I'm not afraid of the cold."

He really doesn't get used to the warm feeling, it's too warm, it makes people breathless, and the cold is good for sharpening one's will, so he has never worn warm clothes since he was a child, and his will is firm. The squeamish imp is different.

"No change."

Shang Yingqiu flatly rejected his proposal. When he closed the window, he felt that it was a little cold outside, so he went back and added an extra bed.

Considering his current disguise, Yu Yan resisted kicking him away, but when Shang Yingqiu went to check the puppy's condition, he still sneered: "So if you do something seriously, you might die in a few days anyway."

"If you say that, he will be sad if he understands it.

Hmph, how can a beast understand human language and deceive children?

"You are not it, how do you know that it can't understand what you say?"

"..."

"Zi is not a fish, how can you know the joy of a fish, the more days you live, the more days of happiness, and the happiness that many people feel in a lifetime may not add up to more than one day."

The puppy stuck to the heat source peacefully, and because it was full, it gained some strength, so it awkwardly changed its position.Shang Yingqiu covered the blanket that had fallen from his overturning.

He smoothed the frown between the child's brows: "Okay, go to sleep."

The leader of the Shang League kept his promise, since he said he would start a small stove, he would never break his promise.

The next day, he and Shang Yingqiu had dinner at the same table. Yu Yan was not used to Jinling's sweet and petty taste, so he didn't mention chopsticks during the whole process. Seeing this, Shang Yingqiu suggested that someone sent some baskets of hairy crabs this morning. Ask the cook to steam it and put it in a cage.

Hairy crabs are indeed the only redeeming feature of Jinling. After the steamer came up, each crab that was steamed was plump, beautiful, and deliciously fragrant. Yu Yan was about to reach out to reach for it, but the skin was thin, and he didn't have the skin of an adult. The rough flesh was thick, and he retracted his hand from the heat.

Seeing this, the young man sitting on the side pursed his lips and smiled: "Don't worry, brother is here."

Yu Yan lowered his face, and hid his burned fingers behind his back: "...I'm not in a hurry, why don't you think I haven't eaten!"

Eating crabs can also tell a person's temperament, like Yu Yan, who always breaks them with his bare hands and chews them with his teeth. He has never seen eight crabs eaten as eighteen weapons. Shang Yingqiu has good hands and is slender. Holding a small silver spoon in his hand, his movements are elegant and reserved, never smelling fishy, ​​and the profile is deep and clean, as if it were made of ice and snow.

Yu Yan satiated after eating and drinking, watched Shang Yingqiu and others wash their hands with water, got up and took out a gilded ebony box from the bookcase with both hands.

Yu Yan: "...?" What, are you going to teach the secret book?

He couldn't help but get more energetic. He has been here for so many days, but he still hasn't figured out where the weakness of the Buddha's Divine Art is. In the future, when the king really meets the king, he will probably want you to die. Knowing more now is to fight for survival in the future. Opportunity--

Yu Yan couldn't bear to look over, and saw Shang Yingqiu took out a book that was airtightly wrapped in oil paper. He counted the young man's movements and tore down five layers. But there was a layer of rough edges, and Shang Yingqiu solemnly placed the matter in front of him, with a few words on the cover of the book, and a new idiom story.

Yu Yan almost choked to death on his own saliva, what kind of crap!

"This is the book your father gave us in the past. It is very interesting and it is most suitable for enlightenment at your age."

Shang Yingqiu's eyes were filled with nostalgia and reluctance in the candlelight, he held the child on his lap, and opened the first page.

"No, I don't know much, so don't worry about it, brother." Yu Yan said innocently.

Shang Yingqiu stuck his arms between the table and the chair: "It's okay, I've read this book no less than a thousand times, and I know it by heart, and it's the same when I retell it to you."

"........."

"The first story is called Carving Wood."

The beginning of the story is like this, a long, long time ago - there was a young man who lost his mother in his early years. His family was originally well-off, but because his stepmother was narrow-minded, treated him meanly, and loved to slander and frame him in front of his father, he lived a happy life. It was very miserable. Later, when the war came, the whole family moved. When the stepmother was sick, the young man waited on him in untidy clothes, asking for medicine everywhere, and when he encountered famine, he gave the only food left in the family to his parents. Later, he became a famous local filial son.

The young man's voice was soft and gentle, with a moderate pace. Yu Yan was so bored that the more he listened, the more sleepy he became. Did this kid still keep the things he used to give away casually?so pretty

"Will Mu Chun repay grievances with kindness?" Shang Yingqiu finished reading a page and rested his fingers on the edge of the book.

Of course not, it would be fine if he didn't fight back with a tooth for a tooth, and he is expected to repay a grievance with kindness, and he is not a god and Buddha who came to the mortal world, so why should he forgive those who treat him badly?But he is now a blank slate, and he should believe that there is true love in the world, so he said yes insincerely.

"That young man is as kind as you are. His parents have been paralyzed for many years, and he took care of them. After the two elders passed away, he carved the statues of his father and stepmother out of wood and enshrined them in the room. He had three meals a day with the wood carvings. Eat, as a remembrance——however, as time went by, his wife began to be disrespectful to the wooden statue. Taking advantage of her husband's absence, she entered the room that was not allowed to enter on weekdays, and she pricked the wooden statue with a needle out of curiosity. Like, blood and tears flowed from the eyes of the two wooden statues, the wife was terrified, and immediately told her husband about it, but the husband was furious, wrote a letter of divorce and sent her back to her natal family."

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This will take the wife back home. In fact, he has raised a concubine behind his back, so he deliberately made use of it. Since he can tolerate even his stepmother who treated him viciously, why can't he forgive his wife for one mistake?This kind of inexplicable story can still be compiled into a book, which is simply detrimental.

Before he knew it, Yu Yan had gone from being inattentive to fully concentrating.

"The madam also feels very wronged. She has been working for the family for many years and has worked hard. Why did she break her friendship because of this trivial matter? One day, she sneaked back to the house with the help of the housekeeper. After seeing a few children, when she left Suddenly, I heard faint crying and laughing in the room where my husband worshiped the wood carvings."

"Someone was crying, but someone was smiling faintly. She became curious again, so she drilled a small hole to peek, and she was so scared—"

Shang Yingqiu's voice was slightly lowered: "His husband is holding a needle, smiling while piercing the wooden statue. The wooden statue's eyes are full of blood and tears, as if crying or begging for mercy. The in-laws are exactly the same, she listened to her husband saying, no one will come to save you, just like no one came to save me back then, father, mother, you just stay here and let your son be filial to you."

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"It was only now that she understood why her parents-in-law, who had been paralyzed in bed and unable to speak, would struggle desperately to grab her hand every time she came to change and wash the bedding, and why her husband would recite sutras for an hour every day. Wen, no matter how busy she is, she will not slack off, just to suppress the soul locked in the wooden statue, she was terrified, and decided to take the child away, but she was too nervous, and knocked over the flowerpot when she was backing—"

Yu Yan: "Why was she so careless, and then, did she escape?"

"Then I don't know, but a few days later, the children of the family came to offer incense and found that there was a brand new wood carving with a lifelike face on the altar dedicated to the wood carvings of grandparents in the room."

Yu Yan: "..."

"So guess what, where did Madam go?"

I don't want to guess, and I don't want to know at all, Yu Yan just wants to ask the person who wrote the book, what kind of changes in life have he experienced to write such a thing!

"It's not scary for people to have curiosity, what's scary is that they don't have the ability to protect themselves, otherwise they will only get caught in the fire - what does Mu Chun think about this story?"

As if in order to match this wonderful story, from the night wind whistling outside the window to the dense lamp shadows projected on the wall like sharp teeth, people can’t help but feel like a snake. Fortunately, a fire suddenly lit up outside the courtyard, and Shang Ying Qiu closed the book and raised his eyes slightly.

"What's wrong."

It was Fang Yuan, the head of Tianji Hall, who knocked on the door.

"Master, something happened—"

Yu Yan was carried into the screen one step earlier, but the screen couldn't catch the man's low voice reporting.

"Someone died suddenly in the Tanlang Hall just now, and Wu Zuo said...it was the order of the King of Hades from the Palace of Buzhou."

The author has something to say: Leader: I heard that telling interesting stories is helpful to draw in the relationship between each other

Godfather: ... not okay