Peerless Junior Uncle

Back home, the sooner the better. "

Xu Ziyang

He Tingge frowned slightly when he heard the words, he naturally knew that the master here was his so-called father, he didn't know how his father would become what He Yuan was, but it was not the time to think about these things: "What's going on? "

"There is no explanation in the master's letter." Uncle Ran replied while delivering the envelope on the table to Singer He Ting.

He Tingge opened the envelope, and the letter paper inside was open. It must have been that Uncle Ran hadn't folded it in a hurry just now. There were a few words written on it vigorously, just a few words: "Departure today, return quickly."

It seems that according to what the letter said, what he wanted to do in Green Valley has not been completed yet, and he was recalled in advance.When He Tingge thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Until now, he still didn't know what he was here for in Cuigu. Fu Qingcheng seemed to know it, but he never said it.

"Master?" Seeing that He Tingge was looking at the letter, Uncle Ran called out without speaking for a while.

"Then let's go tomorrow." He Tingge returned to God.

Uncle Ran nodded and said: "Okay. The old slave will clean up now and leave early tomorrow morning."

He Tingge was not talking, but just looked at the back of Uncle Ran leaving, lost in thought.

It seems that Er Zhong didn't pay much attention to the matter of He Tingge's return from the Liyuan. Except for a few disciples who were curious about what the Liyuan looked like, Er Zhong didn't ask a word.

"Ting Ge, little uncle didn't make things difficult for you, right?" In the evening, Xu Ziyang was washing the ink stains on his hands by the river, and asked He Tingge who was in a daze.

He Tingge glanced at him when he heard the words, and didn't care about who was around him at all.

Xu Ziyang still looked gentle and refined, and he hadn't seen him for nearly a month, and He Tingge almost forgot that there was such a "friend".

"No." After thinking for a while, he shook his head and replied, maybe this boy really regarded him as a friend.

Xu Ziyang came to He Tingge's side with a little interest, and imitated him to sit on the grass, adjusted his posture, and rubbed his arm against him: "Hey, what does it look like inside the pear garden?"

He Tingge looked at the setting sun that was about to set in the distance, casting a golden halo on the top of the mountain. Hearing Xu Ziyang's question, he was silent for a while, and said softly: "Unique."

Whether it's the pear garden or the bamboo building, they are all unique. That young man, with his own miracle in the ordinary, is hard to find such a person in this world.

"Unique?" Xu Ziyang chewed these four words, imagined the scenery in the pear garden, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he was a little intoxicated by what he thought of: "This scene is only because of the uniqueness of Tianshan Mountain. , a rare opportunity in the world to see."

He Tingge looked helplessly at the young man beside him, and smiled faintly.

"Can I trust you?" As it was getting late, He Tingge suddenly turned his head and asked Xu Ziyang.

"Ah?" Xu Ziyang was rambling on to He Tingge, talking about topics that literati and refined scholars like, when he suddenly heard He Tingge's culture that had been silent all this time, he didn't react for a while, and asked, "What did you say?"

"Can I trust you?" He Tingge asked again patiently.

"Why not?" Xu Ziyang said, "Young Master once said: If you don't trust a friend when you make friends, it's not the behavior of a gentleman. As your friend, I, Xu Ziyang, must be worthy of your trust. Could it be that you don't believe me?"

He Tingge looked at the swearing young man, and was inexplicably happy. Perhaps, he was envious of He Tingge who once made Xu Ziyang a friend. See, he believes in you so much, and he is also working hard to make you believe in him.

"Come with me." He Tingge got up and said.

The emerald green color reflects the candlelight on the table, revealing a bit of loneliness.

Fu Qingcheng held a glass of pear blossom poetry, leaned on the back of the wheelchair, sniffed the wine in the glass, but didn't drink it.

"Are you sure you don't want to go?" An almost indifferent voice sounded from one side, and the gray clothes were stained with a yellow halo of candle flames.

Fu Qingcheng put down the undrinked glass, leaned back in the wheelchair, and said calmly, "Don't go."

"You don't even listen to what your master says?" the gray-clothed boy said indifferently.It's just that the brows were slightly frowned, making the already cold face look a bit gloomy.

Fu Qingcheng couldn't help laughing when he heard it: "I didn't expect you to talk so much about this matter. It's rare."

The boy in gray gave him a cold look.There is no opening.

"Master's words are naturally to be listened to, but I also have reasons why I must stay here." Fu Qingcheng said lightly.

"Whatever." The gray-clothed boy said coldly, "I'm just here to deliver a message."

Fu Qingcheng glanced at the young man, but without any expression, he asked, "Uncle, is he alright?"

"Can't die."

"Is it really okay for you to say that about your master?" Fu Qingcheng looked at the boy's cold and paralyzed face, and said helplessly.

The young man snorted coldly: "If he has the ability, he will expel me from the teacher's school. I'm so annoying."

A certain master who was drinking in the pavilion on the top of Wofo Ridge sneezed hard, and the person on the other side hurriedly moved the wine pot away, and said: "Have you caught a cold, take your pulse and prescribe a prescription, don't infect me?" .”

A certain master rubbed his nose and said, "It must be that unworthy disciple of my family who spoke rudely again."

"It's better to be my apprentice." The person opposite took a sip from the cup in his hand: "Be obedient."

"Hmph, just wait, your apprentice may not be sure this time."

"Let him go. How long can I take care of him? Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. We are all old bones. We just hope that someone will collect the body at that time."

"Hmm..." Xu Ziyang looked at the scar on He Tingge's back, and couldn't help but gasped: "Tingge, what did you do? Could it be the little uncle who beat you?..." Said With a heartbroken expression on his face, he couldn't imagine how the little uncle looked gentle and handsome, so how could he strike so viciously? Sure enough, people can't be judged by appearances, and sea water can't be measured...

He Tingge spoke at the right time to stop Xu Ziyang's unconstrained style: "No, he lost his way in the back mountain of the Liyuan and was scratched by a wild animal."

"Tsk tsk, what kind of beast is so ferocious." Xu Ziyang didn't dare to delay, and wiped the medicine in the bottle that He Tingge handed over in his hand, his hands trembling a little, he was a scholar after all, and he couldn't get used to these bloody messes.

"It's okay, hurry up, it doesn't hurt anymore." Sensing Xu Ziyang's careful look, He Tingge said, Xu Ziyang let out an oh, quickly touched the medicine in his hand, and changed the bandage.

"Why don't you let Uncle Ran apply the medicine for you?" Xu Ziyang asked doubtfully, "Isn't he your servant?"

"No reason, I don't know." He Tingge said truthfully, he was telling the truth, he didn't know why Fu Qingcheng asked him to do this, but he still believed Fu Qingcheng's words.

But Xu Ziyang heard this, but it was a different interpretation. This valley is full of disciples with backgrounds and families, and He Tingge is no exception. His old servant is probably sent to monitor him.It's always good to be careful. , and then did not ask any more questions.

"Thank you." Before leaving the door, He Tingge whispered to Xu Ziyang, no matter what, he really regarded him as a friend.

Xu Ziyang smiled, with a small dimple on the right side of his face, and said: "If I'm a friend, don't say thank you. Besides, you once saved me." After finishing speaking, he said: "Rest early." Then he closed the door and left up.

He Tingge didn't know what he said about saving him, but his intuition told him that Xu Ziyang was sincere.

Isn't this a bad thing, He Tingge lay on the bed and thought.

provocative

In the early morning of the next day, under Uncle Ran's care, He Tingge changed into casual clothes, went to the door of the ear bell and said calmly: "Master, disciple He Tingge asks to see you."

"Come in." Er Zhong's lazy voice came out, He Tingge pushed the door and went in, saw Er Zhong was drinking porridge, and when he saw him coming in, he just glanced at him. "What's up?"

"The disciple is here to ask the master to leave." He Tingge thought of finishing the matter quickly, and said without talking nonsense.

Hearing the words, Er Zhong raised his head and said, "You want to go?"

"Yes, there is something at home, I need to go back quickly."

"Oh." Er Zhong nodded. He also wished that this disciple would leave earlier. With this disciple by his side, he seemed to need to put on a posture all the time. For some reason, he felt that he had no sense of existence in front of He Tingge, even though he was the master. , and He Tingge is the disciple, because He Tingge never takes him seriously, even if he deliberately connives Tang Yu to provoke He Tingge, that person doesn't take him seriously.

He waved his hand to indicate that He Tingge could go, as long as he went to the exit of the valley and handed in the token he gave, he could leave.Not even a few polite words.

He Tingge held the token given by the ear clock, made of jade, engraved with the word Cui, and next to it was engraved a small word for ear.She curled her lips, she was about to leave this unfamiliar place, but it was the only place she was familiar with, and she didn't know what she would face next.

"Yo, isn't this Junior Brother He?" Suddenly, a playful laugh came from the side.

He Tingge frowned slightly, and looked at the few people walking towards one side, the leader with a teasing smile seemed to be familiar, he seemed to be the disciple of the fourth master uncle during the assessment of the valley master that day.

He Tingge looked at the few people who walked in indifferently, but did not speak.

"I don't know if my junior brother's kung fu has improved in the past month?" Tang Yu folded his arms and smiled a little.

"Hey...... Senior Brother Tang, he is here to serve tea and water to the junior uncle, not to learn kung fu, how can he improve?" A disciple reminded him.

Tang Yu said with a look of sudden realization: "Oh... I forgot, so I went to work as a handyman in the Liyuan.