The little man on the apex

Yuan Xi took a few children and tiptoed to behind the screen. They all covered their mouths hard, trying not to let themselves make a sound.

"Oh."

A little boy with shofar braids lifted his arm, accidentally touched the screen, and cried out.

"Shh."

Everyone made silence gestures to him, and the little boy with shofar braids hastily covered his mouth with both palms and blinked innocently.

Yuan Xi came to Yan Heyi's couch, raised his hand, waved it in front of his eyes a few times, then bent down, and whispered "Mr. Yan" in his ear a few times.

After making sure that Yan Heyi was fast asleep, Yuan Xi stretched out his hand behind him, and a child came up and handed him a brush stained with ink.

After an incense stick of time, Yuan Xi completed his task, and led the crowd to hunched over and slipped out shyly.

As soon as everyone left the room, they straightened up and ran away, passing through the arch and running to the outer courtyard of the private school before stopping.

Yuan Xi met the eyes of the children, and finally couldn't help laughing. He held his stomach, and calmed down after a long time, and said proudly: "Can you take me to pick loquats this time?"

The boy with shofar braids took the lead and said, "Of course, my dog ​​will do what I say, come with me."

Led by Gou Wa, Yuan Xi walked towards the woods behind the private school while chatting with the children.

"Brother Yuanxi, you are so bold."

"You think Mr. Yan won't be angry?"

"I don't think so. Mr. Yan has never been angry. My mother said that Mr. Yan is a gentle gentleman and won't be angry."

"That's good, puchi, none of you are allowed to laugh this afternoon, just hold back."

"..."

After a while, everyone came to a low wall, Gouwa looked around, and moved a wooden board by the wall with force, and a hole one person high appeared in front of him.

Gou Wa nodded to them, and walked in first. The hole was only six feet high, and Yunxi had to bend his body to get in.

Behind the wall is a large loquat tree, and the yellow loquats are hung all over the tree, and the aroma of the fruit goes straight to the nose.

Gouwa took a wooden stick with a hook on the top from the corner, picked a tree with the best loquat fruit, looked up and said, "That's it, look at me..."

Before the words fell, he opened his mouth wide in surprise.

Seeing Yuan Xi stand on tiptoe slightly, he picked off the bottom few loquats, turned around and asked, "Goofy, what did you just say?"

Gouwa swallowed, and then realized that Yuan Xi who was with them in front of him was an adult only a little shorter than Mr. Yan.

Just like that, Yuan Xi swept up the loquats that hung relatively low, and then handed them to the children next to him.They carried loquats around their clothes, and looked at Yuan Xi with admiration.

Finally, after picking enough loquats, everyone sat on the ground and ate together.

At this time, Yuan Xi suddenly asked: "This piece of loquat tree has an owner, right? Do we call it... stealing?"

Gouwa's face was full of juice, and he tilted his head and said, "Yes, oh, but it's not."

He stuffed another half of the loquat into his mouth, and continued: "These loquat trees are wild. They had no owners at first, but they were taken over by the bully butcher in the village a few years ago, and a wall was built to prevent everyone Eat, everyone can't provoke him, and after a while, it will be quiet. However, someone cut a hole in the wall, and the villagers will secretly come to pick it."

Yuan Xi thought for a moment, and said: "Then this is not called stealing, it is obviously doing justice for the heavens, and we must find a way to deal with this bully in the future."

He stood up, picked up the stick next to him, and picked some loquats on the top of the tree.

Seeing that it was almost time for class, everyone hurried back to the private school with a bunch of loquats in their arms.They hid the loquats in bamboo baskets in the outer courtyard, and covered them with a thick layer of thatch.

At the third quarter of the hour, Yan Heyi opened his eyes on time, and saw that the children were already sitting in their respective seats, reading books seriously, and Yuan Xi was also practicing calligraphy in front of his desk, with his back straight.

Yan Heyi rubbed her eyes in disbelief, showing a relieved smile.

The afternoon class went very smoothly. The children were very enthusiastic about seeking knowledge, and the voice of reading was much louder than usual. When they learned new chapters, they even laughed out loud with excitement.

Yan Heyi looked at Yuan Xi who had already practiced seven or eight copybooks, and thought endlessly: This little ancestor is really a mascot.

When the sky was full of red clouds in the west, it was time for the private school to dismiss.

In the past, before Yan Heyi finished her concluding remarks, the children would rush away. This time, they sat obediently, waiting for Yan Heyi to finish her last sentence, and finally saluted respectfully before leaving .

Yan Heyi looked at the backs of the children, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, the setting sun shone through the window on his body, as if coating him with a layer of golden light.

At this time, he fully understood the state of mind of the old master Confucius when he faced the disciples, narrowed his eyes slightly in the misty golden light, and sighed in a low voice: "These children have really grown up."

Yuan Xi sat in front of the table, resting his chin in one hand, staring blankly at Yan Heyi's slender back, with a trace of loneliness unconsciously showing in his eyes.

After a while, the sun set a little lower, and the beam of golden light coming in through the window was also shifted, and the two of them came back to their senses.

Yan Heyi turned around and said to Yuan Xi, "Let's go home."

Yuan Xi moved her eyelashes, stood up obediently, picked up her copybook, and followed behind Yan Heyi.

As soon as they left the gate of the private school, the two met Niu Er who was driving an ox cart. Niu Er greeted Mr. Yan from a distance.

When he got closer, the smile on Niu Er's face seemed to freeze, his eyes widened and he looked at Yan Heyi.

After reacting, he hastily tightened the reins, trying to stop the ox cart. Unexpectedly, the usually docile yellow ox, for some reason, seemed to be frightened, and even disobeyed the master's order and sped forward.

Niu Erhou's words were dissipated in the dust raised by the bullock cart in the distance before he could utter his mouth.

Yan Heyi looked back at Niu Er, and frowned inexplicably.

Seeing this, Yuan Xi lowered his head and bit his lips, took out a huge loquat from his sleeve, and stuffed it into Yan Heyi's hand.

Yan Heyi was startled at first, and then carefully looked at the thing in her hand. It was a particularly round loquat, as big as half a palm, without a trace of scar on the whole body, showing a warm translucent shape.

He had never seen such a beautiful loquat.

Yuan Xi stood aside, looking at him expectantly.Yan Heyi smiled brightly, raised her hand, and gently rubbed Yuanxi's head.

He thought to himself: Good boy.

So he forgave him for his terrifying culinary skills.

On the way home, they met a few people from the village. Like Niu Er, they all called "Mr. Yan" first, and then stared at Yan Heyi with a frozen smile.

Yan Heyi held the big loquat in her hand, thinking about the day when everything went well, she smiled innocently, and didn't pay much attention to their strange expressions.

When she got home, Yan Heyi went to the kitchen to make dinner, Yuan Xi ran into the bedroom and hid the mirror in the closet.

There was preserved egg porridge for dinner, and Yuan Xi buried his head in drinking the porridge in the bowl. After a meal, he choked seven times in total, and his neck was red from coughing.

While patting him on the back, Yan Heyi wondered: Why has this brother's ability to take care of himself deteriorated?

He even took his own bowl of preserved egg porridge, moved the stool in front of his brother, and showed him face to face how to drink a bowl of porridge gracefully and accurately.

Yuan Xi's hand holding the spoon trembled slightly, persisted for a moment, then simply buried his head, drank the porridge in the bowl in one go, and then ran out of the room as if fleeing for his life.

After dinner, Yuan Xi diligently washed the dishes, and went to boil hot water in person. After adjusting the water temperature, Yan Heyi took a bath.

Yan Heyi was pushed into the cubicle by Yuan Xi, and felt the benefits of picking up this little brother for the first time.

It's really God's blessing to give me such a caring fairy brother.

He took off his shirt and habitually reached out to test the temperature of the water. When he lowered his head, a painted face came into view.

Yan Heyi's whole body was shocked, and she could see her own face clearly reflected in the steamy tub: there were three black beards on each cheek, the hairline was traced like a monkey, and there was a big red spot on her forehead. The dots were probably drawn with the vermilion ink that I wrote for my homework.

He thought of the surprisingly obedient children today, the villagers who hesitated to speak on the road, and Yuan Xi who choked on a small bowl of preserved egg porridge several times at the dinner table just now, and immediately froze in place.

Picking up the water and rubbing it on his face, the black red ink melted in the palm of his hand. He suppressed the anger in his heart, and suddenly laughed out loud.

Recalling the face on the water just now, it is really shameful and funny.

"Jiang Yuanxi!" Yan Heyi bathed in the cubicle for a long time, finally adjusted her mentality, and came to find Yuanxi who had already gone to bed and pretended to be asleep.

Seeing that he covered his head and did not answer, but his body was still shaking slightly under the quilt, Yan Heyi did not tease him like before, but decisively lifted the quilt, forced his eyelids open, and said solemnly:

"Student Jiang Yuanxi, he deserves to be punished for teasing Mr. Zhang in the school. I put the copybooks on your desk. Tonight, I have to write ten copies before I can go to bed."

Seeing that he couldn't pretend to sleep, Yuan Xi started blinking his wet eyes again, pretending to be pitiful.

However, this time, Yan Heyi was determined to punish him, and she was unmoved in the slightest.

Yuan Xi couldn't struggle, and Yan Heyi carried him to the table like a chicken, picked up a pen, and began to practice calligraphy.

Yan Heyi recited the "Clear Heart Sutra" madly in her heart, barely able to resist her soft heart.

After half a stick of incense, he looked at Yuan Xi who had been rubbing his eyes, sighed softly, stood up anyway, and lit two more candles in front of him.

Yuan Xi wrote slowly, and after half an hour he only wrote five sheets. He squeezed the pen holder, his eyelids were clenched.

After his shoulders collapsed several times, he finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell asleep on the desk.

Yan Heyi shook her head helplessly, and walked over to pat him to wake him up, but still stopped her hand that was already in mid-air.

He bent down and stared at Yuan Xi blankly, feeling a little bewildered.

After a while, he smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, took out the pen in Yuan Xi's hand, dipped a little ink, and lightly drew three mustaches on his cheeks.

For some reason, Yan Heyi suddenly felt relieved.

He stood beside him for a while, guessing that Yuan Xi was already fast asleep and would not be woken up, then bent down and picked him up horizontally, and gently placed him on the bed.

He grabbed Yuan Xi's arm and wanted to tuck it into the quilt, but suddenly he frowned, feeling a little distressed.

Although the injury on Yuan Xi's hand has healed, and writing is not a serious problem, but his skin is tender. After writing for a day today, and practicing with candles for so long at night, the palms of his hands and the mouth of the tiger have been rubbed red by the pen holder.

Yan Heyi slowly stroked the palm of his hand, Yuan Xi seemed to be in pain in his sleep, and his arm shook slightly.

Yan Heyi came back to her senses, tucked Yuanxi's hands in the quilt, and carefully tucked the corners of the quilt for him.

He took Yuan Xi's writing pen in his hand, looked at it over and over for a long time, and then returned to his bed to sleep.

The author says:

Enthusiastic audience: Mr. Yan, there are actually other fun punishments;

Yan Heyi: Read the "Qingxin Sutra", really