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This morning when he got up for morning exercise, Mo Fang yelled that he wanted to drink fish soup, so Qinghe took the fish basket and went to the mountain stream to catch fish.

"Yu'er, Yu'er, it's old man Mo who wants to eat you. If you have a grudge, you will avenge it, and if you have a grudge, don't go looking for the wrong person."

It was already very warm in the mountains in April, and Qinghe leaned over to look for fish in the river with shirtless arms and trouser legs.It happened to be the time when the fish were spawning, and the two that Qinghe caught were not small in size.

Qinghe weighed the fish crate and felt that the weight was enough, so he got up and walked to the shore.

Hearing a sharp whistle from the mountain, Qinghe hurriedly put on his clothes and walked back and forth.

This is Mo Fang calling him. In the past few years, he often came to the back of the mountain to find a wide place to practice swords for a while. It was quite troublesome, so Qinghe carved a wooden whistle, if you have something urgent, you can blow it, I can hear it.

Qinghe stepped into the courtyard gate with a fish basket in hand, and saw a boy in blue standing under a tree playing with a wooden whistle.

"Sir."

Hearing the movement, the boy in blue turned his head and smiled at Qinghe: "Master went to the back mountain again?"

"Your master's master wants to eat fish." Mo Fang was lying in the shade with his eyes closed and rested, "Little Tianen, help me take the leaves off my head."

Xie Tian'en ignored him, stepped forward to take the fish basket from Qinghe's hand, and looked inside: "The two that master caught are really fat."

"How would you like to eat?"

"Sweet and sour!" Xie Tianen shook the fish basket with a smile on his brows.

"Fish soup!" Mo Fang sat up straight, seeing that the two ignored him when they fetched water and put fish in, they lay back down again, "What a crime..."

"There are two, the same one is fine." Xie Miao put away the things he brought up the mountain and walked out of the house, "By the way, Mr. Mo, my lord asked me to bring you a letter. There are so many things I forgot."

Mo Fang turned his face to look at Xie Miao who was taking out the envelope from his pocket, and said angrily, "First, don't grow old. Second, put the letter on my desk."

Xie Chong would send letters to Mo Fang from time to time. Although Mo Fang looked unreliable, he still had a lot of ghost ideas in his heart. If you have any troubles, ask Mo Fang for advice.

Xie Chong will also pass on letters to Qinghe. Before that, it was just some daily insights, teaching Qinghe that he must have great love in his heart.Later, when Xie Tianen caused some trouble in the city again, Qinghe couldn't come back, this person is quite obedient to leave me here.Afterwards, it is basically which girl is good. I think Qinghe is good, but it is not the type I like.Now that Qinghe is a bit older, it is difficult to find a woman of the right age, so Xie Chong can only say that a good man has ambitions in all directions and has the world in mind. ． ．

Yes, our Qinghe is no longer that youthful boy, he is already a 27-year-old man.

Sometimes Xie Miao also asked, "Qinghe, I'm so anxious for you, why do you always refuse to get married? My baby can use soy sauce."

what do i say?Want me to say that one day I suddenly realized that I didn't seem to like women?

It's not that Xie Chong has never guessed this, but he has never been ashamed to ask, so he can't pull him to ask, "Qinghe, are you as good as Longyang?"

Mo Fang didn't care about this. He understood in his confused face that his apprentice didn't mean that he didn't like women, nor did he have to like men. It's just a heartless person who just happens to lack a love hole.

Summary: Just a piece of wood.

After lunch, Mo Fang went back to his room to take a nap, while Qing He sat on the porch and taught Xie Tianen how to be lucky.

Not long after, Mo Fang slammed the door out, saw Xie Tianen and asked, "Where's your father?"

Xie Tianen shivered from the startled Mo Fang.

"My father was ordered to go to Mocheng."

"When did you leave?!"

"The day before yesterday."

Mo Fang frowned tightly, sighed "Stupid..." and retreated into the room.

Qinghe patted Xie Tianen on the shoulder, motioned him to leave it alone, stood up and went to Mo Fang's room.When Qinghe came in, Mo Fang was sitting at the table with his back to the door and his face inward.

"What's the matter? But my senior brother has something to do?"

"The letter from your senior brother is here with me." Mo Fang picked up a piece of folded letter paper, slowly raised his arm as if an iron ball had fallen, "Your senior brother is fine."

It's fine if you don't say anything, Qinghe took the letter from his hand, walked to the door, and just raised a leg.

"Qinghe. How do your sword skills compare with your staff skills?"

Why did you suddenly start caring about me?

"I don't have a sword manual, so I practiced according to the stick manual you drew." Qinghe stared at the back of Mo Fang's gray head, "Comparing the two, the stick should make it easier, after all, I have practiced for so many years."

"You...can you blame Master for not allowing you to use bladed weapons?"

Resentment!Of course I complained.

People don't know and think I came from Shaolin.

Give me hold back with a carving knife to have a dry addiction.

Qinghe calmed down, "That's not true."

Mo Fang waved his hand, indicating that he could go out, and Qinghe closed the door by the way, seeing that Xie Tianen was still where he was, looking at him worriedly.

Qinghe thought for a while, unfolded the letter paper, and glanced at it quickly: "Senior brother also wrote a letter with me, my son, would you like to read it with me?"

Xie Tianen nodded.

So the two read the letter quietly for a while.

The content of the letter was similar to the previous one, with a few compliments about the wooden hairpin carved by Qinghe at the end.

There is also a reason for this. On Xie Chong's fiftieth birthday, Qinghe ground a string of small-leaf red sandalwood beads, and sent it along with a yellow pear wood iris hairpin to Xie Chong's beloved wife.

Xie Chong and his beloved wife are people who are at the forefront of fashion in Mingji City. The next day, he wore a wooden hairpin to visit Caiyunfang. This Caiyunfang is equivalent to the fashion center of the entire Mingji City. Xie Chong loved his wife. Wearing a wooden hairpin and putting it in the store for a show, people can see why the pastoral style is popular now?The person in charge of Caiyunfang saw that the pineapple hairpin on Xie Chong's beloved wife's head was quite well made, as if it was made by a famous artist, so he asked her which famous craftsman it was hired for.Xie Chong and his beloved wife kept an eye out for it, saying that it took a chivalrous man living in seclusion in the mountains to make it over a month.

The person in charge listened, the background of this story is good, I want Xie Chong and his beloved wife to give a clue, Xie Chong and his wife pretended to be difficult, saying that this chivalrous man likes elegance and doesn't want to make troubles, and he works slowly. Fine work, all of them are orphans, but this one is still in the honor of her husband Xie Chong. If it really takes this line, it may not be easy for Caiyunfang to do business.When the manager heard this, he hurried into the room to discuss with the big boss. When the big boss heard it, he yelled at the manager, this is what he wanted!This is the opportunity for the transformation of Caiyunfang!Fuck Xingyuezhuang to death!They copy our products all day long, and they are cheaper than what we sell!

Later, the noble ladies of Mingji City were all proud to have the orphaned wooden hairpin made by Mr. Qinghe in Caiyunfang, what the hell is the imitation of Xingyuezhuang.Our Qinghe also succeeded in getting the first pot of gold in his life.

"They can only see the wooden hairpin made by Master, but they don't know that Master's sparrow is better than this."

Xie Tianen finished reading the letter with Qinghe, and he was relieved to see that his father's letter was the same as usual.

"Thank you for your love." Seeing Xie Tianen's smiling face again, Qinghe heaved a sigh of relief.

"Master, let's take Tian En to the back mountain to practice stick skills. Tian En feels like his hands are raw without touching the stick for more than ten days."

"it is good."

Xie Tianen quickly took two long sticks from the shelf, looked back, Qinghe took Feishuang from the house and came out.

Xie Tianen's little face was pulled down with a "shua".

"Why doesn't Master always use Hongxia?"

I made a confession, thinking that if I ran out of money one day, I could pry a piece of ruby ​​in exchange for some living expenses.

"This one is lighter, I want Shizi to practice with it."

Xie Tianen glanced at Feishuang with eyes like looking at mud: "I don't want to use this one."

"Then... the prince uses Hongxia, and I use Feishuang?"

Xie Tianen raised his head "teng", looking as if he was angry, but also as if he had been greatly wronged.

"No need. I don't want to touch the sword today." After speaking, he carried two long sticks and left the courtyard gate.

Qinghe had no choice but to put Feishuang back on the shelf.

Feishuang: Hey, why do I always get rejected by this poor kid.

Hongxia: You don’t understand this.

At this moment, the sun is shining by the river, and the two of them were sweating from the heat after half an hour. The clothes were unbuttoned, and he was jumping up and down shirtless.

The past is different from the past. When he was in his teens, his skin was tender and his flesh was so white that it glistened, but now he is no longer able to do so, and his shirt is tanned every now and then, but there are also rewards. Qinghe touched his six-pack abs, alas, I really have different charms at different ages.

Qinghe caught a glimpse of the sweat sliding down Xie Tianen's forehead, retracted his figure, took a clean handkerchief from his waist and handed it to him: "Wipe."

Xie Tianen took the handkerchief and looked at the beads of sweat on Qinghe's body.

"Master, don't you need it?"

"I'll go for a swim in the river, and if anyone comes, please call me."

While talking, Qing He undressed, took off his shoes and socks, and after a while, only a pair of trousers were left on his body. Qing He rolled up his trouser legs, folded the clothes he had taken off, and found a clean big stone to put them away.Turning his face around, Xie Tianen was sitting on the ground staring at him, making his heart tremble.

I have to tell Shizi later that his behavior is indecent, and I have to admit my mistake.

In fact, at this moment, in Xie Tianen's eyes, the sky and the earth were blurred, and only he, Qinghe, was left clearly.

The blue veins on the back of his feet, the slender legs, the beautiful butterfly bones, the shallow scars on his long arms, the broken hair behind his ears, the drops of water sliding down the texture of his muscles, and the panic in his eyes when he looked at him.

No matter how the world changes, no matter how many hundreds of Ming Fei he has tomorrow, he just wants to hide the person in front of him, hide in the deep mountains, no, not even the deep mountains, he wants to hide in a place where no one can find him From now on, only he can hold Master's hand and put his arms around Master's waist, only he can hear Master calling him softly, and only he can see the joy, pain, surprise, and bewilderment in Master's eyes. ． ．

"Master!"

Qinghe quickly got out of the water, hurriedly walked to the bank, and looked around, but there was no one.

"My son..." Qinghe felt helpless.

Xie Tianen looked at him slyly: "A flock of white geese came over there. Master told Tianen to call you if anyone came. Tianen thought that the white geese should also be called 'who'."

"The prince is naughty again."

Qinghe put on his clothes slowly, when someone pinched his back suddenly.

"When will I be able to cultivate such a figure like Master." Xie Tianen pretended to be envious and secretly wiped the oil.

Qinghe looked Xie Tianen up and down: "The son's figure is also very good!" After a pause, he said, "It looks like Pan An."

Forget it, after struggling for these years, I have also seen the reality clearly.

Those obsessions should be let go.

The boy's slender fingers reached into the back of his neck, and gently hooked the collar that was nestled inside. Qinghe felt a little itchy, so he stretched out his hand to scratch again.

If someone else saw this scene, I don’t know what kind of reveries would arise in my heart, but the person involved is used to it, because it has always been like this. Before Xie Tianen grew to the height of his nose, he had to squat down and let Xie Tianen help him. He's all right, thanks to Tianen's grown up, it's easy for him.

"Thank you, son."

What should be paid attention to should still be paid attention to.