my voice is poisonous

"From tomorrow onwards, you should read "Mencius"." Wen Yu couldn't laugh or cry, he admired him, he pinched his fingers and half turned his back just now, Yan Qingjiang probably didn't realize it, at this moment, in order to dispel his doubts, Wen Yu had to stop first Raised his hand, raised his arm and raised his wrist, motioning to Yan Qingjiang, "I have been able to predict since I was a child, and I can detect the future, but there are three things that cannot be measured--"

Amidst Yan Qingjiang's astonished expression, he said one by one: "Heaven, Earth, Human Sovereign."

Yan Qingjiang: "..."

"You -- your family belongs to the sky, so I can't do it." Wen Yu explained his extraordinary talent in a few words, and continued to dig his jade with his head lowered as usual.

Yan Qingjiang: "..."

Yan Qingjiang, who was born in half of God's Realm, was so shocked that he didn't recover for a long time: "Prophet" is mostly an old man with a goatee, or an accomplished person like Ren Canglan, or a mortal like Wen Yu's age. No wonder he has never heard of it for more than [-] years.

At first, he only thought that Wen Yu knew some calculations of the Book of Changes, and he just took up the post at Si Tiantai, but he didn't know why.

He followed Wen Yu in a daze and lowered his head to dig the soil. He blinked his eyelashes and was still a little dazed. After digging for a while, the tip of the stone suddenly hit a hard object. The night light swayed out.

"Dig it!" Yan Qingjiang immediately forgot all the "prophets". He turned his head in the flickering candlelight, showed his face in surprise, and smiled childishly at Wen Yu, "There is really a jade Eh!"

His voice still had the clarity of a young man, very similar to the sound of the jade colliding, Wen Yu felt as if his heart had been tapped lightly, and his whole soul was shaking with the fire.

Wen Yu nodded calmly, moved a little, and leaned towards him, and he and Yan Qingjiang joined together, digging deeply along the place he had dug open.

When the candle in the lantern was one inch shorter, the two of them finally got the jade out. The stone was shaped like a column, about seven or eight inches high.

Wearing old clothes, Wen Yu hugged the muddy stone in his arms without hesitation, twisted the cuffs and wiped it clean.

Yan Qingjiang couldn't stop looking at it by the candlelight, only to see that the stone slowly revealing its true face turned out to be a statue of Avalokitesvara with half of it broken!

"Songzi Avalokitesvara, it's believable." The candlelight was faint and dim, and Wen Yu couldn't see clearly, but he could vaguely distinguish the fine carving with his fingertips. With a half-mutilated jade carving head.

"Continue to dig down, there must still be half of the body underneath." Although Wen Yu did not believe in Buddhism, he also respected the gods. He placed the head of Guanyin by his side and said to Yan Qingjiang regretfully, "The businessman's house is hidden Looking at such a priceless Guanyin jade statue, it is also

For some unknown reason, it was cut in two and buried underground. "

Hearing the words, Yan Qingjiang reached down to the cave to touch it, his hands felt cool, and sure enough, he touched another piece of jade.

"Let's get our bodies out and take them away, and bury our heads back in the same way." Wen Yu said again, "It's always impossible to use a knife on Guanyin's face."

Yan Qingjiang nodded, and the two continued to play downward for a long while until the moon reached mid-heaven, when they hugged Guanyin's half body and returned to Wen's mansion with the almost extinguished lantern.

"This is the first time in my life to carve jade." Wen Yu approached the gate of the mansion, blew out the candle, turned to Yan Qingjiang and said, "If the carving is not good, you have to take care of it."

Yan Qingjiang raised his head, taking advantage of the moonlight above his head, and responded with a smile: "Okay."

*****

The next day, Wen Yu went to Si Tiantai to order Mao as usual, and then returned home. Before going out, he bumped into Si Tian Jian Ti Dian head-on.

Wen Yu pretended not to notice it, pretended to be blind, and walked straight away, leaving only a point behind him to hold him back.

When he arrived at the mansion, Wen Qinru and Yan Qingjiang were making a kite in the gazebo. As soon as he saw him, they shouted in unison: "The paint is dry!"

Wen Yu: "..."

Wen Yu raised his head, separated from them by the height of half a hill, he couldn't help laughing, the lacquer on the qin could not have been more than a month old.

Thoroughly drying in the shade, how impatient these two people are, I'm afraid they took it for granted before looking carefully.

"Nonsense," Wen Yu couldn't help laughing, and scolded with a suppressed smile, "I only did it yesterday, how can I do it today?"

He walked up the stone steps to the outside of the gazebo, and the pavilion was covered with miscellaneous things, and there was not even a place for him to stay.

Yan Qingjiang turned his head to look at him, raised the bamboo stick in his hand to signal him and asked, "What kind of kite do you think I should make?"

Wen Yu walked around the pavilion for two steps, sat sideways on the railing, took the note in his hand, bent it a few times at will, and said, "Koi carp, magpie, and butterfly are all fine, and the meaning is good, or Or...five blessings...or bats, what do you think?"

"Then the bat." Yan Qingjiang smiled, and he took out a few bamboo sticks from the table, lowered his hands and pursed his lips, and hurriedly imitated Wenqin like piercing the skeleton.

He is more comfortable these days and smiles more, Wen Yu looks at him and smiles with his head tilted, and feels that this is what he should look like.

"What does Qin Ru want to do?" On the gazebo, the view was excellent, and the spring breeze was blowing, Wen Yu squinted her eyes comfortably, looking into the distance.

People in the capital are very busy, and they don't wait to stop when they go to the streets. When they return home, they are trapped in a big house with three entrances and three exits. It is rare to appreciate the real beauty.

"Be a butterfly," Wen Qinru replied softly, "Last year it was a magpie, this year it's a different one."

They were still at the foot of the West Mountain last year, but they have come to this capital this year. The world is impermanent, that's what it means.

"The fence is sparse and deep, and the flowers on the treetops have not yet turned into shade. The children hurried to chase the yellow butterflies, and they flew in to pick flowers and had nowhere to find them." Wen Yu murmured a few lines of poetry in a low voice, closed his clothes, and left Only then did Xishan know how good it was.He sat for a while before getting up. Before he left, he still reminded him, "Both of you prick slowly, and be careful not to hurt your hands." (Note 1)

"Where are you going?" Seeing him get up, Yan Qingjiang raised his head and asked.

Wen Yu stood in front of the steps and turned her head: "Go back to the house and carve pear lanterns for you."

Hearing this, Yan Qingjiang immediately stood up, hugged the half-pierced kite skeleton, staggered out of the pavilion, followed behind him, raised his head expectantly and said, "I'm with you."

Wen Yu turned around when he heard the words, "I'm with you" is only a few words, but for some reason, there was a feeling of warmth on his chest. With one hand behind his back, he took the bamboo frame in Yan Qingjiang's arms with the other, and lowered his eyes Can't help telling him in a gentle voice: "I'll help you get it, and you just look at your feet."

The two of them got out of the rockery gazebo one after the other, walked back to the room through the corridor hand in hand, Wen Yu took out the half jade statue dug up last night, and cleaned it carefully with a towel and handkerchief.

The jade statue was originally the shoulder and neck of Guanyin, which was no more than six or seven inches high, but nearly thirteen or fourteen inches long. Wen Yu smoothed one side so that the shoulder and neck could stand upright, and squatted firmly on the table to fix it Only then did I measure the size in detail, and took the pen and ink to draw the drawings.

Yan Qingjiang sat quietly opposite him without saying a word, tied the kite skeleton in his hand, kept raising his head to cast a glance at Wen Yu.

After Wen Yu finished drawing the blueprint, he lifted the rice paper and made gestures on the jade material. After roughly confirming the position and size, he got up and took the carving knife, chisel and grinder back.

Wen Yu's craftsmanship is definitely not as good as that of Master Jade Carving. He started from the base and chiseled one by one, being careful not to knock off one more piece due to too much strength.

The room is full of sunlight and the room is silent, except for the crisp sound of stones and jade colliding, "jingle ding dong dong" seems to be playing a little song.

The prototype of the base has not yet been formed, Wen Yu's wrists are already so tired, the jade is too hard, and the strength used for wood carving and clay sculpture is not the same.

He got up to move his stiff shoulders and neck, but he saw a cup of warm tea squatting at his hand at some point, with a layer of finely crushed osmanthus flowers floating on the surface of the water, the fragrance was fragrant and pleasant, but the smell was sweet but strong.

Wen Yu raised his head, his eyes met Yan Qingjiang's, and he only heard him say: "Qinru said that drinking scented tea in spring can help to induce coldness in the body. I asked her, and she said that you still like the fragrance of osmanthus."

Wen Yu responded, holding the teacup in his hands and dazed, Yan Qingjiang raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, softly probing: "Are you tired?"

Wen Yu looked at him from the side, his expression was still a little dazed, Yan Qingjiang's lips moved, and he blamed himself and said: "I don't have to have that lamp, you should rest, or don't do it."

He only thought that the jade was really not easy to carve, but Wen Yu just knocked on a base, and his spirit was a little bit weak. He glanced at the broken jade on the table, and turned his eyes to the rough lamp holder He walked over, pursed his lips, raised his head and looked at Wen Yu again and said, "It's over, you should rest."

Wen Yu drank a cup of tea, blinked his eyelashes behind the mist that hadn't dissipated, looked at his entangled look, couldn't help chuckling, and asked in a warm voice knowingly, "Why don't you want it again? Do you dislike my poor carving skills?"

"No!" Yan Qingjiang said urgently, before he could finish the second sentence, Wen Yu stopped him: "It's fine, I'll carve mine, you just make me tea."

Yan Qingjiang moved his lips, frowned and wanted to say more, but Wen Yu smiled and knocked the tea bowl on his forehead lightly, but urged: "Hurry up and add more tea, there is no hot water in the pot, I have tea." You won’t be tired, and the day after tomorrow, your lamp will be settled.”

Yan Qingjiang immediately dropped the empty teacup, he hurriedly hugged the half-opened tea cover together with the teacup holder carefully, raised his head and wanted to talk again, but Wen Yu couldn't stop urging him, so he had to go out Add water.

When he turned around, Wen Yu followed him out with a complicated expression, his eyes were fixed on his back, and he pinched his fingers with his right hand behind his back. The clouds in the sky suddenly stopped and gathered on his house, and a blue-purple thunder light suddenly struck Slash it in the air!

Wen Yu saw it with sharp eyes, and turned sideways to avoid entering the house. A thunderbolt fell against the eaves of his house, and there was a "cracking" sound, and the tiles in front of his house fell to the ground, and fell to the ground where he had just stood. Torn apart.

Wen Yu turned around, frowning involuntarily.

Yan Qingjiang flickered and was about to leave the courtyard, when he heard the sound, he turned his head and looked back, his eyes met Wen Yu's in astonishment, he turned around and came back immediately holding the tea bowl, Wen Yu's brows could not help but furrowed.

When Yan Qingjiang ran close, Wen Yu stopped him and said: "Don't come over, the tiles are scattered everywhere on the ground, carefully tie your feet."

Yan Qingjiang took two steps forward cautiously, raised his head and asked him, "Are you hurt?"

"It doesn't matter." Wen Yu replied to him in a warm voice, and said truthfully with a smile, "I just pinched my fingers to make calculations, but I saw the secret of the sky and was warned by the sky thunder. It's no problem, you can go to work."

"Oh." Yan Qingjiang responded again, turned around and left again.

Wen Yu softly closed the door panel behind him, and couldn't help tightening his hand on the wooden beam, murmuring in a low voice inexplicably: "Since when... even my marriage is a mystery?"

He became more and more bewildered, swept a pile of white jade fragments to the corner of the wall, turned back to sit behind the table, and couldn't figure it out.

When he was in Xishan, he knew that he would not have a marriage line in this life, but he didn't know that within two years after leaving Nanshan, the marriage was already a secret.

Wen Yu caressed the jade carving that had already formed a prototype of a lamp holder with his fingers, although his brows could not help but tightened, the corners of his mouth were raised.

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Note 1: "Xugong Store in Suxin City" (Southern Song Dynasty) Yang Wanli's fence is sparsely one diameter deep, and the tree tops and flowers have not yet become overcast.Children rush to chase yellow butterflies, fly into flowers and find nowhere to find them.