Carved beam

[Four]

It was evening when He Lian woke up, she opened her eyes and saw that it was her own room, and she moved her right hand uncomfortably. place.

Fortunately, he was awakened by a few movements at the window, a small black head bumped up and down, stretched out his hand to put something on the window, and a low and crisp voice said: "Why don't we go through the main entrance?" come in?"

The little head that was pushing on each other whispered: "Shh...Mr. He is sick and still resting."

The other voice fell silent.

He Lian was amused, so she got out of bed, got up and went to the window, intentionally scaring them: "You guys don't teach in the school, but you are doing something at my window?"

The two people outside the window were a child who was holding onto his leg tightly at noon today, both of them were wearing small buns, and they were not frightened when they heard his sudden sound.Seeing He Lian looking at them, one of them held up the lotus seeds still stained with dew and handed them to He Lian, happily said: "Look, sir, fresh lotus seeds!"

The other was also in a hurry, stood on tiptoes and held the stem of the lotus seed, and said in a stacked voice: "Sir, this is the lotus seed we just picked, you can taste it!"

He Lian smiled, and tapped some lotus seeds with her hands, but in her mind was another immature and innocent face, who always liked to bite his fingers and crawl around his feet.

He Lian took the lotus seeds and said softly, "Thank you very much."

Both children blushed, and one of them stammered, "Mr. Sir, are you coming tomorrow?"

Although the eyes are dodging, it is not difficult to see that they are full of anticipation.

He Lian nodded: "Yes."

The two children became happy again, waved their hands towards He Lian, and said while running: "Sir, see you tomorrow!"

He Lian also laughed unconsciously, watching the two people passing through a small bamboo forest very familiarly, and then disappeared without a trace.

When I saw Chang Yan again the next day, he no longer looked at him with a cold face, but he still didn't have a good look at him.

When Mr. Zhang saw it, he drove Chang Yan out: "Why are you angry with him all day long? It's not that you don't know that he is weak. Those children ran away when they saw you, and they didn't reflect on themselves!"

He has been teaching on behalf of his elder brother for the past few days. Hearing what the old man said, he developed a rare temper: "Then I don't want to teach anymore. I was annoyed just looking at him."

Mr. Zhang glared at him and said: "Is this what you should say?! There are so many grievances and grievances between the brothers of the same sect. Don't forget who is the person who allows you to stand here today!"

Chang Yan's eyes darkened: "Sir, when you were in the capital, you protected him everywhere, and because he was exiled to this lake city, do you still want to protect him now?"

Old Mr. Zhang slapped him on the back as if he didn't hear it: "Can't you hear me? I'll let you reflect on yourself!"

Chang Yan said helplessly: "Okay, I know! I'll reflect on it!"

Chang Yan walked a few steps, and for some reason, suddenly turned to look at He Lian.

He was listening to the children's questions with his head down, his body was tilted slightly, there was a deep scar from the center of his brow to the left corner of his mouth, and a deep depression between his brows, as if a piece of flesh had been cut off It seems that the left hand is not very flexible, and he hardly moves, and the right leg is probably broken, but these days, I have never heard him complain of pain.You must know that Hucheng is very rainy, and it is the most difficult for those who have been injured on the bones.

The left ear is also a little deaf, and I don't know what kind of life I have lived in the palace for these few years.Only those eyes are still as clear and deep as when they first met, unforgettable.

But what does all this have to do with him?

Chang Yan snorted coldly, turned his head and left.

After a few days of class, He Lian couldn't bear it any longer, her old illness recurred, and her heart ached unbearably. It happened that Chang Fen's elder brother also came back, so she stopped going to school.

In the past few days, he has been thinking about the newly padded beams and what to draw.In fact, strictly speaking, his painting skills are really not very good, but the time spent in the palace these years is not short, and the famous calligraphy and paintings he has seen are not too few. I also like to draw some things from time to time, and I have learned some things that I have never touched before.

In the past few days, he has been thinking about how to draw all the places he has been to, so that people will be amazed and unforgettable.Liang Shangjiangshan, I am afraid that he is also No.1 who wants to do this.

Mr. Zhang is not very supportive, he is weak, the situation in the past few days seems to have been stolen, lost those precious medicinal materials, and hung up, his body suddenly resisted.Pain was seeping from the cracks in the bones, and his left ear was buzzing, but he didn't seem to feel it, and he still sat in the courtyard and looked at the beam all day long.

The old man couldn't persuade him, so he was allowed to go.

The day when He Lian started writing, it happened to be the Queen's Conferment Ceremony, and the whole country cheered. Even Hucheng, which was thousands of miles away, was slightly affected, but it was only because of that order - tax exemption for three years.

He Lian listened to the movement outside, tried her best to recall the past, the scenery engraved in her heart, and then wrote.From the capital all the way south, first arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, the painting cruise ship in the mist, the long pole pushed away the ripples of a pool, and the person standing on the bridge, with crimson clothes and black hair, silently looked in his direction, his eyes couldn't see clearly .

He Lian couldn't draw any more after drawing here.

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