Oil Paper Umbrella and Tofu Brain

In February, the drizzle does not wither, and the spring breeze is not warm.The second son of the Shen family had a night of drinking in the restaurant with a few classmates last night, in twos and threes, lying on their stomachs or lying down, and made do in the private room all night.Just after dawn, the second son of Shen was aroused by the sparrows parked under the window looking for food.Lying on the wooden chair all night, his whole body was limp and limp.Although I still have some headaches and sleepiness, I can't sleep anymore.

I got up and exercised my muscles and bones, avoiding the classmates who were lying all over the body and snoring everywhere, only took the oil umbrella leaning against the door, and went downstairs in a buoyant manner, and went out of the restaurant.

The vernal equinox has passed too long, but the chill has not yet gone.Second Young Master Shen opened up the umbrella, and before taking a few steps, he felt that the thin rain did not require an umbrella, so he put it away again.Holding hands behind his back, his footsteps are steady, walking unhurriedly in the unawakened Jiangnan alleys.The plain robe was crumpled after being in the wine shop all night, and there was a dark smell of alcohol floating in the sleeves.

The bluestone road was dyed by the spring rain all night, and the water was shiny.The semi-new satin vamps were stained with some light yellow mud, Second Master Shen shook his shoulders, the spring cold was really severe, after only a while the wind felt his hands and feet were icy cold.If you just drink a cup of hot tea before coming out, I'm afraid it will be much better. It's just that at this time, there are not a few shops on the street that have opened. It used to be a quiet and quiet scene, but now it is a little more deserted and lonely.

Turning a corner and exiting the alley, the willows on the river bank evoke some greenery, gently brushing against the boat awning on the shore.Second Master Shen fixed his eyes on the cart stall under the stone bridge, and smiled.The hot tofu nao is very good.

Throwing a sentence to the head buried in the stove, "a bowl of tofu nao, salty."

So he sat down under the big umbrella on the side, even though there was only a small wooden low table and four chairs, but it was still early in the day, few people passed by on the road, he was sitting alone, it was very comfortable.

The head buried behind the cart heard a guest coming, hurriedly stood up, glanced at it inadvertently, but stopped the hand holding the bowl.Qingming's eyes were full of surprises, and he hurriedly lowered his head, hurriedly scooped up a bowl full of tofu nao, and sprinkled with seasoned green onion.He took a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube and handed them over respectfully.

When Second Master Shen saw the fragrant scallions, warm white and tender tofu nao in front of him, his eyes flashed, and his index finger moved wildly.Stir it twice with chopsticks to break up the tofu brain, then lift the bowl and pour half of it.The oily and tender bean curd and the brown sauce slid smoothly into the Wu Zang Temple, and immediately felt that the whole person was alive.The hangover head is not hurting so much, and the cold hands are also warm.He happily drank the remaining soup, wiped his mouth, and sighed contentedly.

The stall owner sitting on the small bench beside the fire, like an old monk in meditation, lay motionless behind the cart, his eyes fixed on the dark bottom of the pot, his hands clasped on his knees, dazed and tangled .

Finally, he heard the sound of the guest five steps away from him putting down the bowl, picking up the oil umbrella on the table, getting up and leaving.Only then did he raise his head dejectedly, and the slender and elegant figure had stepped onto the bridge and slowly disappeared at the other end of the arch bridge.

The stall owner frowned, angry at himself, stood up and stomped his numb legs, still feeling frustrated, and beat his head unceremoniously.

"Little brother, if you forget to collect the money, you don't have to be so hard on yourself." A handsome smile came from the side.Looking up suddenly, I saw the man going back and forth, looking at him with a smile, twisting two copper coins with his white and pure hands, and handing them to him.

Seeing the frightened look on the young man's face, Second Master Shen took the copper plate in a panic.Thinking that I frightened him, I just wanted to say a few words of apology.But the young man hurriedly said, "Mr. Shen, I have admired you for a long time. I don't know if I can ask for a calligraphy, so I can let you observe it day and night..." The words after that became softer and weaker.The young man bit his tongue secretly, only blaming himself for speaking abruptly, his words were not elegant enough, and his sentences were too frivolous.

Second Young Master Shen was slightly surprised, "Do you know me, little brother?"

Not to mention the largest silk factory in Hangzhou, Shen Ji has a big business in Jiangsu and Zhejiang.The second son of the mansion, whose name is Mu Yuan, is an outstanding talent, a young talent, and he has learned a lot since he was a child. His calligraphy and paintings are competing for purchase in the market, but there are few congee and many monks.To put it simply, Shen Muyuan is also worthy of the title of Jiangnan Talent.

The young man cupped his hands, "Young Master Shen's name is naturally impressive. I was lucky enough to see you, and Gu today recognized you."

Shen Muyuan held up the oil umbrella and patted his palms lightly. Although it was not as elegant as stroking a fan, he thought that this action was quite coquettish.

The young man looked at Shen Muyuan adoringly, looking a little obsessed.Second Young Master Shen laughed, "I don't know what to call this little brother."

The young man bowed again meticulously, "Gu Bai, the word is Taibai."

Shen Muyuan burst out laughing, he thought it was fresh when he heard the serious crepe words of the small stall owner in the market, but now he not only has the same name as Shixian, but also imitates the characters, which is even more interesting.

Can't help joking, "I don't know if brother Taibai is named Qinglian Layman?"

The boy's thin face turned red instantly, he lowered his eyes, and said in a condescending way, "My father took the name, and the character is given by the husband."

"Your father is willing, because he wants to train you to get a good reputation?"

Gu Bai knew that the Second Young Master Shen probably misunderstood, he was a child from a poor family, and he was barely able to make ends meet and clothe himself warmly, so where would he get the spare money to teach his teacher to learn to write.

"Mr. was not invited, but Mr. Wang from Changxiangkou opened the school to recruit students the year before last, but he didn't charge much money. Shi Xuebude, I hurriedly signed up. I was lucky enough to listen to Mr.'s teaching... ·”

Before Gu Bai finished speaking, Shen Muyuan's eyes lit up, "But old Mr. Wang Feng?"

Gu Bai's drooping head suddenly lifted up, his eyes flashed at Shen Muyuan, "It's exactly, it's Mr. Wang Feng."

Shen Muyuan smiled, "Mr. is also my first teacher. Speaking of which, when he opened the school, I went to visit him at the entrance of Changxiang." Mr. Wang Feng always came to spread wealth and recruit poor students, he is a kind person , but the word chosen for the students is too perfunctory.

Xiang Zheng looked at his own Gu Bai with a smile, and said kindly, "Based on this, I'm still your senior brother, why don't you call Brother Mu Yuan, and I'll call you Gu Bai, okay?"

The young man's expression was both frightened and joyful, as if he was flattered, and finally nodded in a daze, "Okay."

Shen Muyuan looked at Gu Bai's colorful face, and inexplicably felt that this young man was really cute.

"Gu Bai, how old are you this year?"

"I am sixteen years old, although my enlightenment is a bit late, but the master said I am smart, because it is not difficult to catch up with my peers." Gu Bai felt that it was difficult to say this boastful words, but after thinking about it, these are the original words of the master. That said, it's not bragging.In order not to let the Jiangnan talents he had always admired look down on him, he bit the bullet and threw it out.

Shen Muyuan didn't seem to feel anything wrong, nodded, "You said you want some calligraphy and painting? But what do you want?"

Gu Bai couldn't hide his joy, he really got lucky today, the previously unattainable idol not only saw it with his own eyes, but also talked to him, and became a brother, he didn't know that the famous Second Young Master Shen was so approachable and gentle.Originally, I didn't care too much when I heard Mr. praise his favorite student's character, but now he is really convinced by him.

Gu Bai's voice trembled, "Mu Yuan...brother, my younger brother also wants to ask for some calligraphy. I really don't know much about it now. I just hope that I can practice handwriting well first. If I can get a bit of the charm of Brother Mu Yuan, I will be satisfied." gone."

Shen Muyuan felt that Gu Bai's pretentious attitude was [-]% pretentious and [-]% cute, after digesting it, only cuteness remained.He readily agreed, "Then I'll send it here at this time tomorrow." After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of the boy's head. "Gu Bai, with me, just be casual."

Gu Bai had just bowed before he got up, he froze on the spot on the spot, Shen Muyuan had gone far away and he hadn't recovered yet.

It seemed that this was the first time someone rubbed his head like this.