Typewriter becomes a daily practice

"Da Ya, what are you doing? Why don't you come to help? The business in the store is very good today, so don't be lazy! I'll send you more ghost jade when I'm done!" In the inn, dressed in a smart red dress, with long hair Wrapping a fancy cloth scarf around the beautiful female ghost, waving the abacus in her hand, talking, pointing at a young man who looks a little thin and wearing a navy blue bunt just now.

Hearing the words, the young man answered "Okay" cleanly, then took a jade slip into his arms, touched the jade pendant that had been hanging around his waist, sighed, and then spoke softly to the jade pendant. Said: "Let's work hard together, when I become a great refiner, we will never have to accept the plate again."

The young man wanted to say this in a low voice, but even though it was a jade pendant carved by himself, it was not a real magical weapon, and naturally there was no magic weapon, so his words naturally received no response. The young man raised his head, his fingertips fluttered, The dirty quilts were flying in the yard like this. When the young man raised his hand, the quilts all fell into the well water in the yard.

While cleaning the sheets in the inn with spells, the young man thought of the jade slips he had just read, feeling a little emotional.

The jade slips he had just read were the latest volume of the story book "All Things Have Spirits". In this volume, Luo Yihan finally became a psychic, and the reason was naturally not because of the crying of the brush, but because the brush was in Luo Yihan's hands. The eyes gradually became transparent.

At that time, Luo Yihan said casually with a slumped face that Mao Bi was stupid and wanted to take medicine.

Immediately, disdain appeared on his face, he snorted twice, and wanted to leave, and then he heard the little girl who had been squatting in the corner of the wall shouting hastily: "Brush! Your legs!"

Maobi and Luo Yihan looked at the direction of the little girl's fingers at the same time, and saw that the feet of the brush had disappeared, and the lower edge of the robe gradually became transparent. He pursed his lips and said nothing.

Looking at the brush, Luo Yihan didn't miss the panic in the brush's eyes and the deep worry in the little girl's eyes, even though he said nothing to himself in his heart, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Is this a trick? "

"The tricks are all made by you human liars, so we won't lie to make people laugh!" Maobi subconsciously slapped Luo Yihan, facing Luo Yihan's sullen face, Maobi couldn't help but said casually, "I want Disappeared."

Seeing Luo Yihan's suspicious eyes, Maobi explained: "You will never see me again... If our spirit body is entrusted with your emotions, it will be endowed with your emotions. Once you leave, we will Will live forever in the memories of your forgotten feelings..."

Hearing this, Luo Yihan frowned: "It means that spirit bodies and people are not related to each other, but once there is a relationship, if you don't maintain it, you will be trapped in it? Why are you trapped in it?"

"Yeah, that's what it means," the brush paused, and then said, "Because there is a bond, and we remember, you forget."

"Psychic medium, is it actually to cut off the ties between you and others, and let you come out?" Luo Yihan asked indifferently, rather than a question, it was more like an affirmative sentence, which is always written in the scriptures Yes, I didn't expect it to be true, which made him feel uneasy.

Brush and the little girl nodded together, and then the little girl boasted, "We haven't seen a psychic for a long time, you must be a very good person! Are you willing to help us?"

"Well," although it was very troublesome, Luo Yihan said immediately, "I will help you once, after all, I used to write with you when I was a child."

After hearing this, Mao Bi raised his eyebrows, his eyes were undisguisedly surprised, and then he heard Luo Yihan ask: "What do I need to do?"

"Drop a drop of blood, and then at night you will dream of a scholar, and you have to erase the things about me from your dreams." Maobi said slowly.

……

"Daddy, if you don't borrow a pen from a book, it's like you can't help yourself. What's the meaning of this?" The child who was not yet tall enough to read the sentence fluently while holding the book, then raised his head and asked Beard, but still a gentle young man writing.

The child's voice carried the child's unique persistence and childishness. The young man bent down and hugged the child, then hugged the child in one hand, and wrote on the table with a pen in the other. He said, "Look, how did daddy write these characters?"

"Dad wrote it with a pen in his hand?" The child tilted his head, then lowered his head again, looking at the handwriting on the paper like a galloping horse, with admiration in his eyes.

"Well, it is with a pen. This means that we use the pen to write what we want to write, to show our ideas here, just like walking along the road," the young man nodded the child's head. , Wen Sheng said, "The pen is very important. Do you remember the four treasures of the study? Do you remember what they are for?"

After hearing this, the child shook his head and raised his chin. His face was both nervous and proud: "I remember! The Four Treasures of the Study refer to pens, inks, papers and inkstones. They are used for..."

The child is so big that he can talk about how powerful the Four Treasures of the Study are. The young man praised the child without hesitation. At this time, a beautiful young woman walked in with two bowls of mung bean soup full of aroma. : "I've heard the laughter of you two for a long time, but what's the fun? Come on, finish the mung bean soup and set off the fire. I made this with my own hands."

"Ma'am, why do you want to do it yourself?" The young man took the mung bean soup with a soft face, and then recounted what happened just now, with the child's supplements mixed in.

The young woman smiled a little after hearing this, and then said: "Husband, don't you know how to make pens? Why don't you make one together, how about you become little Bao'er's little friends?"

"Okay, okay! Daddy, can you really do it?" The child hurriedly responded, hugging his father's sleeve but refusing to let go.

The young man sighed, but his face was full of doting, and he said with a smile: "Madam, you...dote on little Baoer."

Having said that, it is the youth who meticulously accompany the children to make brushes in the end.

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"With this brush, you will have to learn how to read and study seriously in the future, and you can't be lazy anymore." The young man looked at the joyful child holding the brush and said, "Everything you want to say can be done." Write it down with a pen, you know?"

The child nodded, apparently taking these words into his heart. Since then, he never left the pen and never let go of the book. Perhaps it was then that he really fell in love with reading, and fell in love with venting all his emotions on the tip of the pen. on paper.

It was a calm day, the same blue sky and white clouds as usual.

"Little Bao'er stay at home obediently. Daddy will accompany your mother to burn incense, and he will be back in half a day."

The child nodded, this was not just once or twice, his parents had to offer incense every month, and he insisted on following at first, but he couldn't stand the bumpy carriage, and secondly, he knelt down for half an hour when offering incense However, his parents were also reluctant to let him be troubled, so they went with him once or twice, but he himself didn't want to go, so he might as well be at home playing with pen and ink and reading books to be happier.

However, when the sun was setting, the children did not see their parents' carriage returning slowly, and the eyes of the housekeeper with white temples were slightly cloudy, looking a little worried, and there were some things that children could not understand.

"Master and Madam were killed by bandits!" The servant yelled in panic and blood, as if a thunderbolt hit the child out of thin air.

The greedy housekeeper made his own decisions, dismissed all the servants who should be dismissed, and acted like it was for everyone's good, hoping that everyone would live a happy life and find a new employer as soon as possible. No one else could fault it.

Only the maidservant beside the child who has been growing up with the child felt pity for the child, comforted the child whose eyes were red from crying, and who didn't understand anything, and refused to leave for a long time. The world is so cold, so cold.

However, that maidservant was about to reach the age to discuss marriage, and her family members urged her so hard that it was impossible for an unmarried girl to bring such a big child, so in the end she could only save some money from the housekeeper for the child. I will leave later.

Both of the child's parents are almost dead, the mother is the only daughter in the family, and the father has only one older sister who is far away married, and the child has lived alone since then.

Such a huge house is too big for a child to scare him. He curled up on the bed with a pen in his arms, and next to him was the steamed buns that Sister Xiaolian taught him to heat up. It was obviously the same as throwing firewood, but his steamed buns were slightly hot when they were hot. It was pitch black, he took two bites and couldn't take it anymore, he missed his father, he missed his mother, he clearly agreed to only go for half a day, why didn't he come back?

"I only have you left, you are my family." The child held the pen and sobbed softly. No one would respond to him, but holding the pen seemed to be able to see his father holding his hand and teaching him to write , seems to be able to see his mother praise him for being handsome with a pen...

Children are already smart, but after undergoing great changes, they grow up overnight.

The child gradually became silent. No one in the huge courtyard would respond to what he said, so he wrote down everything he wanted to say, as if his pen was talking to him.

When he was young, talking with the pen became his favorite thing.

Waiting for the child to grow up, he understands Yan Ruyu and the golden house in the book, and he gradually has great ambitions. He thinks that even a few bandits in this world are good, and he will use his blood and insights By writing it out, he wanted to benefit the common people and make a small contribution to the peace of the world.

"Join me in the prosperous age." He looked at the writing brush on the desk that was no longer suitable for writing, and said silently.

He studied hard in the cold window, he has profound insights and is full of knowledge, and he gradually bloomed his light.

Once Tanhualang entered the court, he began to enter the court hall.

"My lord, is there anything I need to bring?"

He turned around, glanced around, his eyes seemed to fall on the pen on the table, and he seemed to just glance casually, then he shook his head: "No, let's go to Beijing."

He rode a steed and rushed to his future.

"Is everything in this dream the bond between him and you? How can I erase it?" Luo Yihan asked flatly, looking at the writing brush that had entered it and was silent.

After hearing the words, Mao Bi seemed to have just come back to his senses, and he suddenly asked, "Why didn't he take me to Beijing?"

Luo Yihan thought about the sweep of the scholar before he went to Beijing, and he said lightly: "Because he doesn't need you anymore."

"Why don't you need me? Is it because I can no longer write? But I couldn't write a long time ago!" Maobi asked, his eyes gradually turned red, and he looked at the bond between him and the scholar From the formed dream, he somewhat understood why many spirits were willing to disappear, because they were reluctant.

Luo Yihan looked at the brush with red eyes and whispered, "Because he has grown up."

Because he has grown up, he is no longer the child who needs a writing brush to rely on, because he has grown up, he has been able to face the unknown future by himself, because he has grown up, he has Learned to give up.

Because he has grown up, he will never come back.

After a long silence, the brush said "hmm", and then said in a hoarse voice, "Give me your hand and take me away, that's all."

Luo Yihan nodded, and stretched out his hand. He didn't feel any different from being hugged by the brush at the beginning. This time he could feel the coolness of the brush's hand. He walked towards the light pointed by the brush. Walking while holding the brush, the dreams behind them turned into picture scrolls, and then a big fire ignited behind them, burning the picture scrolls into a burst of ashes.

At this time, in a mansion in the capital, a tear ran down the face of the sleeping scholar.

The next day, before dawn, the scholar got up and put on his court clothes. After washing and rubbing his ink, he picked up his pen to revise the memorial he wrote last night, but he wrote a sentence: "A long way, a smile like a flower. "

He paused, huh?How could you write such a sentence?As he was thinking like this, a tear stained the ink, he reached out and wanted to throw the paper away, pinched it in the palm of his hand, but finally folded it and put it under the head of the bed, then he wiped away the tear casually , Picking up a pen to revise the memorial, thinking in my heart that I should revise it in the future.

After a while, he took the revised memorial and stepped forward against the twilight of the morning.

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#If you meet a spirit body one day, will you let him disappear? #

The main building is blank: I thought the storybook of the typewriter was a funny and relaxing storybook!It turned out that it wasn't... If the thing you used had a spirit body, would you make him disappear?

The cliff on the first floor is a little fairy: What kind of disappearance is the host talking about?Even if a spirit body was formed, I wouldn't know it from the beginning, would I?Regardless of whether he disappeared in the end, I have no way of knowing his coming and going.

The Xuanwu Artifact on the second floor: Big brother said that, I actually think there is nothing wrong with the logic, put it a bit coldly, from the beginning I didn’t know whether they were related to me, and later they had nothing to do with me, it’s just this kind of one-sided feeling ... [touches chin]

Holding a brush and holding a sword on the third floor: It seems that I am now in the Nascent Soul stage, so the brush is like a magic weapon in my foundation-building stage. Although it has been with me for a long time, as I become stronger and stronger, I still don’t care about it. Will use that magic weapon again. [sigh]

The kitten on the fourth floor can meow: because he has grown up... In this sentence, I really seem to see myself, alas, I am a very nostalgic person, I have a storage bag for it All kinds of magical tools, robes, or jade slips given by the senior sisters are actually no longer needed, but I keep them. As a result, once I competed with others outside the city, the storage bag was taken away. It exploded, I was really heartbroken at the time, but thinking that the storage bag helped me block the blow, I had mixed feelings.

Jiuqianjiu on the fifth floor: The biggest problem in the host's assumption is that encountering a spirit body is an impossible encounter, and it is not true that everything in this world has a spirit. [stand hands]

The author has something to say: Today I am a bit late because I wrote a self-entertaining goofy article, but I am young and old again!

How big are you every day!

【small theater】

Tan Shaomo: [I cried when I saw Xiao Ji's code words] I want to eat your tears...

Answer Ji: [covering eyes] Take back your perverted speech