Fourth Master Reborn Little Curly Hair [Boys Over Flowers]

The butler secretly glanced at the young master on the balcony, without deliberate, exuding a coercive coercion all over his body, which made him hesitate to move forward, while the servant reporting in front of him was trembling with fright, sighed, and waved her hand to signal her to retreat. Down.

The servant hurriedly saluted, turned around and fled quickly, as if someone was chasing him, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The housekeeper couldn't help sighing, run, they can run, what about me?

Sigh... He straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, walked carefully to Fourth Master, and said in a low voice: "Master, the room is ready, do you want to go and have a look?"

Fourth master lazily raised his eyelids, and said the two words "Really?" in an ordinary voice, and there was no more words.

The reaction was completely different from the previous few times, just this made the butler's heart ache, a few drops of cold sweat involuntarily appeared on his forehead, he took out a handkerchief to wipe it with trembling hands, and complained endlessly in his heart.

It has been two days and two nights. The best interior designers from all over Japan have gathered at Daomingsi Villa. The design scheme has been changed several times, and the decoration team has been working day and night.

After finishing the project for the first time, he happily invited the young master to visit the new room. The young master didn't even enter the door, but stood at the door to look around, and said "rework." He turned around and left.

Once again, he invited the young master full of apprehension, but the young master walked in, turned around, and the air-conditioning in his body was getting colder and colder. When he came out, the temperature of the room dropped to freezing point, the air was frozen, and he didn't say anything, but, it was a person I also understand that the young master is dissatisfied!

Today, servants have become terrified, not to mention designers and decoration teams at the center of the storm.

It can't go on like this, alarm Madam, maybe including him, everyone has to go home to eat their own.

The butler took a step forward, called the servants courteously, changed the cold tea on the table, personally picked up the teapot and slowly poured the clear tea into the teacup, picked up the teacup and bent over to pass it in front of Fourth Master, suggesting: "Master, how about , I will send someone to China to find a designer."

Fourth master gave the butler a sideways look, which made the butler silent, and smiled awkwardly. As expected, even he himself knew that this proposal was not good, let alone the young master.

Taking the teacup and taking a sip, the fourth master made the final decision as if casually: "Let's return to the original state!"

Then he put the teacup in the hands of the housekeeper who was still in the position of handing tea, picked up the half-read "Modern History of Japan", and looked down intently.

The butler was dumbfounded, his eyes were full of disbelief and astonishment, he stared blankly at the teacup in his hand, did he hear correctly?Restored to their original?The young master didn't mean what he thought, could he!I couldn't help asking tentatively: "Master, are those white and black decorations restored?"

"Yeah." Fourth Master hummed with his nose, which was considered to be the answer. He turned a page gently, and a complex emotion flashed across his eyes, which disappeared in a flash, so quickly that people couldn't catch it.

The butler left quickly, and the terrace regained its quiet atmosphere.

However, Fourth Master suddenly lost the mood to read, closed the book and threw it aside, slowly stood up, walked to the railing, overlooking the entire Daoming Temple villa, the wide lawn, exquisite trees, stone statues... Atmospheric yet exquisite, luxurious and elegant, fully in line with the current aesthetic decoration style.

Thinking of the room that had been reworked countless times, the furniture was chosen by him, the color was ordered by him, and the designer was also the best. Antique vases, mahogany furniture, out-of-print calligraphy and paintings... were completely arranged according to his preferences.

However, such a room in such a villa always feels out of place.

In the past few days, he has seen elevators, high-rise buildings, cars, mobile phones, automatic hot and cold water, flush toilets, central air-conditioning, computers... Doesn't he enjoy the convenience brought by these technologies?

Since these adaptations are good, then continue to adapt.

Fourth Master habitually raised his right hand to twist the Buddhist beads, his palm was empty, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a self-deprecating arc.

It seems that even after 300 years, even if the memory of the deity is integrated, the habits engraved in the bones have not changed.

Forget it, the house thing, let it go!

Didn't the Buddha say that many things can be encountered but not sought after, and deliberate force is often not achieved, only to follow the fate and let nature take its course is the best policy.Isn't his seizing the house the best example?

Fourth master was relieved, walked out of karma, and felt extremely relaxed.

But the housekeeper who came back saw his lonely and desolate back, and felt a little pain in his heart. What exactly does the young master want?Suddenly, the cuffs of the kimono fluttering in the wind caught his attention, and something vague flashed in his mind, and the butler felt that he seemed to catch the young master's mind.

After contemplating for a moment, his eyes suddenly brightened. That's right, the young master must like it. He said, "Master, it will take a few days for your room to return to its original state, or you can move back to the old house for a few days."

In the old house, fourth master was slightly taken aback, and immediately called up his memory, no, not at all.

"Master may not have been there before. The old house of the Daoming Temple family is in Kyoto. It used to be a general's mansion in the shogunate era. It imitated the architectural style of Chang'an and Luoyang in the Tang Dynasty in China. It has a history of hundreds of years." The housekeeper paused and looked at the fourth master. Listening intently, I couldn't help explaining more vigorously: "After several generations of Daomingsi family's expansion, the entire house covers an area of ​​20 square meters, with mountains, lakes, and gardens...the environment is definitely not inferior to The royal garden in the west - Shugakuin Palace."

The butler's voice was a little hoarse, and his black eyes were covered with mist, shining with nostalgia, "The old man liked to live there when he was alive, and it has been vacant for more than 30 years."

Fourth master turned around, and lightly ordered: "Arrange it!"

Although he didn't know if the old house the butler mentioned was another village, but because of the hundreds of years of history, he wanted to go and see it, because it was the best place to know about the Daoming Temple family.

The butler was overjoyed, "Master, this place has traveled more than 500 kilometers in the past, is it a car or an airplane?"

"car."

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The old house of Daoming Temple is located in the east of Kyoto, the location is a bit remote, the gate is closed on weekdays, except for the housekeeper who guards and the servant who maintains it, there is no popularity at all.

Today, from nowhere, a group of well-trained servants popped up all of a sudden, each of them performing their own duties, and they were very busy.

Two hours later, the simple wooden door was opened, and the servants in uniform stood on both sides, lined up, slightly bent, waiting quietly.

Not long after, a black extended car came slowly and stopped.

On the co-pilot seat, the butler stepped down, walked over quickly, and opened the door of the back seat, "Master, we're here."

The fourth master's closed eyes slowly opened, and the dazzling light came out, which quickly faded away, regaining his calm and deep eyes, and got out of the car unhurriedly.

"Master." Well-trained voices sounded in unison with uniform bending movements.

Fourth Master stood still, inadvertently glanced at the handwriting on the plaque at the door, frowned slightly, "Daoming Temple Imperial Palace", familiar Chinese characters, terrible calligraphy, really ruined the scenery, "Housekeeper, throw this sign away."

The butler looked at the black plaque and was a little embarrassed, "Master, this is the proud work of the old man."

"Then go to Tokyo." The fourth master said flatly, since he is the grandfather of the deity, it is a kind of respect and nostalgia to put him in the Daoming Temple villa in Tokyo.

The corner of the butler's mouth twitched, and he wanted to say something, but seeing that the young master had gone far away, he said sorry to the old man in his heart with a bitter face, and gestured to the people beside him, "Be careful." Then, he quickly followed Passing over, "Master, I'll ask the calligrapher to write one right away."

"No need." Fourth master glanced at him, his voice was flat.

After entering the gate, the fourth master paused and looked around. The two half-person-high stone-carved pillars looked majestic, and passing through the large courtyard was a majestic mountain.

The simple and quiet wooden pavilion stands majestically on the mountainside, surrounded by tall and straight pines, cypresses and cherry trees, you can't see the whole picture, and you can only see the vermilion roof looming.

Strolling in the spacious courtyard, looking at the stones of various shapes, walking on the small bridge made of bamboo tubes, looking down at the carp pond under the bridge, you can vaguely see a few koi swimming freely.

The water in the pool is spring water, which is imported from the mountain in front through long bamboo stems for water diversion.

The fourth master had heard of this bamboo joint to divert water, but it was the first time he had seen it, so he felt curious.

Quickly cross the small bridge and come to the pool to study it, it really is a lot of thinking.

The spring water gurgled into the bamboo stems, and the bamboo stems slowly stored water.When the bamboo stem is full of spring water, the bamboo stem below is knocked down sharply, making a crisp sound, and the spring water slowly pours into the bamboo stem below.

The upper bamboo stems are restored to their original state and continue to store water, which is passed on from one section to the next, and finally the spring water is transported to the carp pond, exuding natural freshness.

The fourth master quietly watched the bamboo joints go up and down, with the melodious knocking sound, such a primitive and vibrant picture, the heart is naturally extremely peaceful, here, it's very good.

After a while, fourth master stepped on the moss-covered stone stairs, step by step, feeling like walking in the garden.

The house did not disappoint Fourth Master. Although it was a Japanese-style structure, Fourth Master was very pleased with the quaint vicissitudes of history, so the slight discomfort of needing to take off shoes and bare feet was ignored.

Fourth master's favorite is the study room. The collection of books of several generations in Daoming Temple is definitely not inferior to his former study room. Smelling the familiar fragrance of books, fourth master's eyes flashed with nostalgia.

What is even more surprising is that although the grandpa of the deity is not good at handwriting, the pens, inks, papers and inkstones in his collection are extraordinary, and the servants are well maintained.

Fourth master picked out a set of lake brushes, Hui ink, Duan inkstone, and rice paper, and placed them on the desk according to the rules.

Spread out the rice paper and press it with a paperweight...the movement is smooth and smooth, as if you have done it countless times.

That posture caused the butler's eyes to flicker, as if he saw the shadow of the old man.

"Grind the ink." The fourth master habitually ordered the butler to come back to his senses, and looked at the fourth master with surprise in his eyes.

The fourth master accidentally caught this swipe of light, he couldn't help but his heart shuddered, his eyes darkened, this deity can speak Chinese but he can't write, let alone calligraphy, so he dipped some ink calmly, and drew two strokes chaotically on the rice paper.

The heavy force made the tip of the pen messy, and the housekeeper gasped in distress. This pen, this pen, the old man is reluctant to use it, young master, this, this... Close your eyes, it’s okay, it’s okay, don’t replace the old with the new not coming.

"Please call for a calligraphy teacher tomorrow." Fourth Master threw the brush on the table, and a large ink stain appeared on the white rice paper.

"Yes."

Fourth master lived in the old house.

The author has something to say: Woohoo, there is a lot of information to check recently, and the progress is a bit slow. In the next episode, Fourth Master will change Yingde