startled autumn

Guan Shanyao said:

A short story that happened in the past.

There is no CP pointing, pure memory killing, lighting up the wax.

One.

It snowed suddenly in the early morning, and Ning Banque was lazily lying in bed, holding a sword and unwilling to go out for morning exercises.

There was a knock on the door, it was You Ming's voice: "Que Er, are you there?"

Ning Banque said in a flustered voice, "Not here..."

You Ming is very witty: "Then I'm leaving."

Ning Banque closed his eyes in peace.

Unexpectedly, in a breath, this time even the knock on the door was omitted, and the visitor directly pushed the door and entered.

You Ming walked over, threw off the blanket, and teased in a rare way: "Look who this is, he is actually on my apprentice's bed, I will definitely teach him a good lesson."

Ning Banque deliberately suppressed his voice and replied: "I am Youming from Yancheng, come if you have the ability."

You Ming was amused to see him like this, "You are You Ming, so who am I?"

Ning Banque said: "You are Que'er."

"Okay." You Ming also laughed angrily, put one hand on his waist and hugged him up, deliberately imitating Ning Banque's immature voice and respectfully said, "Master, Que'er is here to wake you up."

Ning Banque said angrily: "I have never done this before!"

You Ming reassured: "Yes, yes, Master is wrong."

This winter is not long, You Ming has not waited for Ning Banque to wake him up early, and early spring has arrived.

two.

The New Year in Yancheng is always covered with snow. The few pines in front of Youming Gate have just welcomed the new year, and the branches are slightly bent by the frost and snow.

Ning Banque has always been lazy, but today he was uncharacteristically, and ran out early in the morning with a sword in his hand. When You Ming saw this, he couldn't help being overjoyed: "Queer, are you going to practice swords?"

Ning Banque said: "I want to carve a sword mark on the tree."

You Ming said: "Your strength is too weak, I think it's still..."

But halfway through the words, Ning Banque bent his eyes slyly, stuffed the sword in his hand into You Ming's arms, and said: "I think Master will help me!"

You Ming shook his head angrily, finally pulled out the little sword, and asked, "Which tree?"

Ning Banque pointed to the tallest pine tree, "Master, just draw a line as high as my head, I want to see how tall I am." Then he obediently stood under the tree.

You Ming looked at Xiao Ning, who was no more than his waist height, and his heart softened. The sword edge moved up two inches towards the top of his head, and immediately drew a mark on the tree trunk.

You Ming said: "Okay."

Ning Banque jumped to You Ming's side, looked back, and felt very satisfied: "I am so tall."

You Ming knocked sideways: "If you practice your sword diligently, you can grow even taller."

Ning Banque said boldly: "Master, from tomorrow on I will practice sword every day."

The spring breeze melted the plum blossoms and frost, and the snow on the ground also quietly melted. In the end, there were only a few pine trees left in front of Youming's gate.

One winter passed, and Ning Banque really fulfilled his promise. He got up early every day and practiced sword for an hour. After going out for only a moment, he ran back crying.

You Ming said in amazement: "Who bullied you?"

Ning Banque sniffed and complained in a low voice: "Master lied to me."

You Ming was even more stunned: "How dare I lie to you?"

Ning Banque tugged on his sleeve, and the two went out together, then pointed to the pine tree in front of the door, and snorted dissatisfied.

You Ming took a closer look, and it turned out that after the winter, the snow on the ground disappeared, and the ground seemed to sink by a foot, exposing a section of the trunk that had been buried, making the pine tree grow taller out of thin air .

So the mark suddenly seemed unattainable.

Ning Banque's eyes were red, and tears dripped down: "You lied to me that practicing swords would make me grow taller, and I, I became shorter, and I will never practice swords again..."

There is a great sense of going astray between the words.

You Ming had a headache, so he could only coax him: "Don't cry."

Unexpectedly, Ning Banque cried even worse.

You Ming hesitated and added: "...you don't need to practice swords in the future?"

Ning Banque's crying stopped abruptly.

You Ming: "..."

Ning Banque looked at him expectantly.

You Ming: "This is impossible."

You Ming half-kneeled and wiped away tears for the little crying bag, then hugged him up. Ning Banque was still young, and he hadn't grown much meat in the past year. It probably wouldn't be wrong for You Ming to hold him for a long time on his own. question.

The eyes of the two were at the same level at the moment, and Ning Banque felt his heart, and said: "Master, I am as tall as you now."

You Ming replied lazily, "If you don't grow taller, Master will hold you, so don't cry anymore."

But he was thinking in his heart that being a master is really tiring, he has to take care of food, clothing, coaxing and teaching, and he is afraid that one day he will finally grow up and fly too far to protect him.

A long way to go.

three.

Recently, You Ming is happy to teach Ning Banque how to write.

I saw him waving his long sleeves, writing like a dragon, and the word "Que" appeared clearly on the white paper.

Ning Banque looked solemn, and wrote down gently, and finally wrote a crooked "que".

You Ming opened his eyes and said nonsense: "It's so beautiful."

Ning Banque also nodded in satisfaction: "I think it's good too."

You Ming picked up the pen again and wrote the word "You" on the paper.

Ning Banque was very happy: "I know this character."

He thought of the time when he was brought home by You Ming for the first time, and he felt uneasy. You Ming probably didn't see what was on his mind, or pretended not to know, and just chattered with him along the way. The old things in the city, when they reached the gate of Youjia, You Ming pointed to the plaque on the door and said:

This is the tour of Youming.

Because Ning Banque didn't read much since he was a child, this became the word he was most familiar with in his life.

You Ming knew this, so he shook his wrist and asked him to start writing, but Ning Banque got into an awkward situation again, and refused to do anything.

You Ming had no choice but to ask patiently: "What's the matter?"

Ning Banque said in a low voice: "I have to learn other characters before I learn this one."

You Ming coaxed him: "If you learn this character, the other characters will also look good."

Ning Banque stared at the crooked "Que" character and the "You" character with sharp joints next to it. The contrast between the two characters was even more obvious, like the difference between clouds and mud, and he felt even more sad.

He thought, it doesn't matter how Ning Banque is, but You Ming must be good.

With such careful thinking, no matter how exquisite You Ming's heart is, he couldn't see through it, so he had no choice but to follow him in the end.

Many years later, when You Ming talked about the past with Shen Zhiqiu, he felt very regretful, which made Shen Zhiqiu very puzzled, so he comforted him: "It is common for people who study martial arts not to like reading and writing, why bother to worry about it."

You Ming said, "What do you know? Besides these two words, does he need to learn other words?"

Shen Zhiqiu's character is dull, and he didn't notice him after a long time, so he nodded sincerely, "I don't understand."

You Ming was like a knife stuck into the cotton, so he didn't bother to say anything more to him.