Everyone owes me a favor

Thinking of this, Feng Ruzhi opened his eyes, closed his left eye, and looked at Ruyi with his right eye.

After his eyesight was impaired, he could only see a hazy phantom,

In the phantom, one can faintly see the silhouette of a young boy like a year.

When he first picked up Xiao You Hongchen, Feng Rugu had a headache.

It is impossible to send Fengling back.Master and mistress may not be in the mountains, I don’t know where they are traveling at this time; Senior brother is still in retreat, Junior sister Yan is not as patient as herself; They play.

It would be a good idea to send her to Jing Sanchai or Han Jing for temporary foster care.

But here comes the problem, this child is so good, what if these two people can't pull out his eyes and don't return them to themselves, what should they do?

In the end, Feng Rugu could only recognize Bai Jian's eldest son.

He sighed, wrote the word "人" dripping with ink on the white paper, and asked You Hongchen, who was kneeling on a small high stool beside him: "What is this?"

You Hongchen shook his head.

He can understand people's speech, but he is not very good at speaking. His head is cleaner than blank paper.

Feng Ruyuan supported his head and sighed: "This is the character for 'person'."

You Hongchen nodded, his eyes were ignorant.

Feng Ruyuan pinched the red mole on his earlobe, and gently tugged: "Listen to my lectures, you don't just need to wear ears. 'People'—read after me."

You Hongchen opened his mouth and pronounced vaguely: "...'人'."

Feng Rugu pointed to the hurried crowd outside the inn: "These beings coming and going are 'human beings', you are human beings, and I am also human beings. Living creatures that look like you and me and can move are 'human beings'. People', but 'human' is only a kind of appearance, and has nothing to do with the inner. Some people have divinity, some people have animal nature, so don't judge people by appearance..."

Speaking of this, Feng Rugu realized from You Hongchen's clear and puzzled eyes that he talked too much.

No matter what is being taught now, he can't understand it. It's better to let him practice the words first, and then slowly teach him the meaning.

Feng Ruyuan calmed down and wrote down a passage in the "Qing Jing Jing" silently, "Soothing the mind and nourishing the mind, calming the mind, quieting the body and mind, the light of the gods slowly, no hangings, no hindrances, quiet as one, no matter the season, the heart follows the scriptures", and put it in the You In front of the world of mortals.

"Pick up this pen, and write according to this line." He covered the thin and transparent "Jingchuan paper" on the white paper with wet ink, pushed it to You Hongchen, and handed the brush to the He palmed his palm and said, "Remember the words. I will test you when I come back tonight."

You Hongchen looked at him and said vaguely, "Write."

Feng Ruyu: "Yes."

This time You Hongchen understood: "...you have to...remember."

Feng Ruyuan laughed and stroked his soft forehead hair: "Good boy."

After making arrangements for him, Feng Rugu planned to go outside for a while, and by the way, find out if there is any Qin Lou Chu Pavilion in the city that can sing well, order a pot of local tea, and record the scores of the ditties to remember the customs of the place.

However, he drank a pot of clear tea at the tea stand outside, and he was always worried.

... All he could see was You Hongchen kneeling by the table, clumsily holding a pen, writing words that he didn't know at all.

Feng Rugu, who has been invincible since learning the sword, fought for a long time, but was finally defeated by the phantom in his mind.

He went to the dim sum shop and asked the boss which dim sum fruit the children in the city liked the most. Lin Lin always bought a big bag and returned to the inn before dark.

What You Hongchen looked like when he left, and what You Hongchen looked like when he came back.

Feng Ruyuan opened the door silently, walked behind him, poked his head to see how his homework was done.

He thought he didn't make any movement, but who would have thought that You Hongchen would be like a small beast skilled in hunting, without making a sound, he suddenly grabbed Feng Rugu's collar with his backhand, followed with his right arm, and pressed Feng Ruzhi face down to the table.

Firstly, Feng Rugu didn't take precautions, and secondly, he didn't expect You Hongchen to be so powerful. When he was pushed down, he was as surprised as You Hongchen.

You Hongchen was startled, and let go of his hand.

"I, I thought, would hit me." When he was in a hurry, his words fell apart, "People, behind me, they will..."

Feng Ruyuan managed to understand a little bit.

He was raised with a group of children as sacrifices since he was a child, and was raised in a closed room. His animal instincts are far greater than human nature. It is not difficult to understand that he is always careful about his back.

What surprised him more was that You Hongchen could use the word "human".

But being pushed down by a child is embarrassing enough in itself, Feng Ruzhi quickly stood up, straightened his clothes, picked up the shelf and coughed, raised his finger to scrape the tip of his nose, stretched his shoulders, and put the snack on the table , Changed the topic: "It's okay, it's okay. Let me come and see how your handwriting is doing."

He looked down and raised his eyebrows.

There was nothing on the table but his first piece of paper and the soaked tissue paper.

But You Hongchen's fingers were stained with ink, and a small stack of cooked rice paper that was half a penny each disappeared without a trace.

Feng Rugu: "Little guy, where's the paper?"

"...Remember." You Hongchen answered irrelevantly.

Feng Rugu: "Huh?"

You Hongchen made gestures: "Eat it. Remember it."

... He thought that eating the copied words was equivalent to memorizing them.

Feng Rugu stayed for a long while, laughing so hard that he threw himself forward and backward.

You Hongchen just looked at him and smiled, staring straight at Feng Rugu with puppy-like eyes, as if even when he smiled, it was something worth admiring and admiring.

Feng Ruyuan laughed enough, sat down, and lightly tapped You Hongchen's head with his fingertips: "'Ji' is here to be used."

As he said that, he moved his hand to You Hongchen's naturally bright red lips, and nodded again: "Here is where you can taste delicious food, drink fine wine, recite mountains and rivers, and kiss beauties."

You Hongchen was confused by what he heard, and raised his hand to touch the itchy corner of Feng Ruzhi's lips.

Feng Rugu said a lot of words, but he could only understand a few words: "...kiss...'people'."

"Beauty." After completing the supplement, Feng Ruyuan committed the narcissistic problem again, and nodded to himself brazenly, "...that's next."

You Hongchen, who was kneeling, heard the words, put his hands on Feng Rugu's knees, and obediently kissed Feng Rugu's side face.

He humbly asked: "Is that so, is it useful?"

Feng Ruyu was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud.

Tong Yan Wuji, he will not take it to heart.

"You learn this quickly." He tapped the paper, "Let me see how much you have memorized."

What he didn't expect was that You Hongchen's way of holding the pen was exactly the same as his own, completely different from the common "grasping" method of beginners.

He didn't need to copy at all, and the words he wrote were similar, but he was not good at using the pen, his wrist was weak, and he barely had the shape.

Feng Rugu was quite pleasantly surprised, and wanted to teach him the meaning of the scripture word by word, but felt that it would be too troublesome to teach him across half the table, so he simply carried him, put him on one leg, and wrote Braille, Explain to him word by word: "The word 'Qing Jing' can refer to fine weather or a peaceful and peaceful state of mind. There is a saying in my Taoist scriptures, 'Irritability overcomes cold, tranquility overcomes heat, and tranquility is the righteousness of the world. ', my master used to use this as his name..."

You Hongchen didn't look at the paper, just looked at him quietly.

Feng Rugu talked for a while before he noticed his persistent gaze: "Why are you looking at me?"

You Hongchen: "Remember."

Feng Rugu was very interested: "Tell me, what did you remember?"

You Hongchen opened his mouth and actually recounted what Feng Rugu just said. Although some places were not pronounced correctly, he never missed a single word.

Feng Rugu smiled: "It's good, I picked up a smart little parrot. It's a good thing to remember, but after remembering, you have to think about it, internalize it for yourself, and use it for yourself. There are no two identical people in the world. ; After all, you can't live as another me."

You Hongchen nodded, with a pious and serious expression, but he didn't know whether he understood or not.

You Hongchen is indeed very smart.

However, this cleverness sometimes makes Feng Ruzhi extremely distressed.

He doesn't understand anything, Feng Ruru is the No.1 that he brought him into the world, so he will instinctively imitate everything about Feng Ruru.

Feng Rugu had developed a young master's habit since he was a child. When he got up early and went to bed late, he must rinse his mouth with green salt.You Hongchen loves making his little tail the most, imitating him, took the same amount of blue salt and put it in his mouth, two children, one big and one small, stood side by side under the eaves, brushing it off with their hair in unison tooth.

He rinsed his mouth, and Xiao Hongchen followed suit.

He spat out water, and Xiao Hongchen followed suit.

The two get up and lie down together, and eat together.Whichever dish Feng Ruyu picks up, You Hongchen will move the plate in front of Feng Rugu, and take away a chopstick, the portion is not too much, and it must be equal to the chopstick Feng Rugu took away.

Feng Rugu also had no choice but to restrain his flirtatious temperament, fearing that his words and deeds would spoil his younger generation and be struck by lightning.

As time went by, he himself felt more and more like his senior brother, like a handsome gentleman, but the occasional cynicism was unavoidable.

In Jing Sanchai's words, he is a born young master, with a soft waist, and he has to be soft and lean on wherever he goes.

Fortunately, You Hongchen was born with a straight waist and a tall and straight body. Feng Rugu liked it, so how could he allow him to be in the same boat as him, reading a book on the couch, and reminding him to "straighten up" every now and then.

At that time, it was like this time.

He woke up with sleepy eyes, covered with a coat that had been washed by You Hongchen and exuded a light fragrance of soap locust, and he was sitting in a corner of the room with a straight figure, practicing martial arts or practicing calligraphy, quietly, without saying a word. hair.

A habit that has been cultivated for four years cannot be changed.

During the ten years trapped on the mountain, when he opened his eyes and saw only an empty room, the thought of getting up disappeared, and he would always cover his head before falling asleep again.

Now, he is half-blind and half-disabled, but he is fortunate enough to see the scene he was familiar with and used to when he was young, and it is rare for him to feel at ease.

However, this peace of mind did not last long.

After knocking on the door dutifully, Luo Fuchun poked his head in: "Master..."

Feng Ruzhi picked up the pillow and threw it over: "Get out. Master, I don't have a disciple like you who disturbs Master's sleep."

Luo Fuchun immediately shrank back, and through a door, his voice sounded quite aggrieved: "Master, I just want to ask, when are we going to catch the thief who hurt Master. I'm afraid it will be too late, he escaped with everyone's souls , or have some evil intentions..."

Feng Ruyuan rubbed his eyes and got up: "Get out."

Luofuchun, Sangluojiu, and Haijing are all there.Feng Ruyuan sat cross-legged and told the story of Lian Ruxin, who had hidden a lot of information.

Sang Luojiu looked normal, but Luo Fuchun's eyes were already red.

On the one hand, he felt that Lian Ruxin's experience was too miserable, and he was afraid that he would go crazy if he changed positions;

He sniffed, feeling a little overwhelmed for a while.

Luo Fuchun's appearance reminded Feng Rugu of the emotional brother Han Jing Han.

Han Jing loves books. He can read classics, Confucian books, miscellaneous books, and drama books, but he is born with a heart of compassion. When he sees emotions, tears often fill his eyelashes. He is obviously an upright gentleman, but Chang waist with Qingfeng, sitting on the top of Danyang Peak with tears in front of a book, it can be called a spectacle.

Thinking of that person, Feng Rugu's heart softened a little, and he threw a handkerchief to Luo Fuchun.

Luo Fuchun was flattered to accept it, but he didn't dare to use it, he only held the handkerchief in his palm.

After calming down, Luo Fuchun said: "Master, although Lian Ruxin is hateful, he is not the chief culprit. The most important thing is to catch that ghost-faced person. Besides, Lian Ruxin is not a member of the six realms of reincarnation, even if he wants to Pursue, and there is no way to pursue..."

Feng Ruyuan remained silent, gently scratching the small mole on the side of the tip of his nose with his fingertips repeatedly.

Ruyi, who listened quietly to the side for a long time, suddenly remembered the two words that Feng Rugu muttered to himself after wiping away the blood on his shoulders when he met them again.

"Ah, it's not mine."

"...Yeah, why not mine?"

With a flash of understanding, he already understood the reason for Feng Ruyuan's silence and not rushing to search.

Ruyi stopped meditating, leaned over to put on his shoes, and occasionally raised his eyes, and caught a glimpse of the small unconscious movements of Feng Ruyuan's hands.

In the blink of an eye, Ruyi froze in place, the faint doubts that lingered in his heart before had found a reason——

This is what the foster father often does!

In the past, Ruyi thought it was a special habit of his adoptive father, and he imitated it for a while. After the adoptive father found out, he tapped his buttocks with a small pointer a few times, telling him not to learn everything.

Looking back now, there was no mole on the tip of my adoptive father's nose, so touching the tip of his nose was meaningless.

... But Feng Ruyuan had a small light brown mole on the side of the tip of his nose.