The strategy of chasing masters

Opening his eyes again, it was already noon the next day. Mu Yaoling got up straight away. The sunlight filtered in by the window was unusually soft, sprinkling on the side of the couch in bits and pieces. He raised his head and looked at the tall silk tree outside the window. Pass in the refreshing fragrance that penetrates the heart and spleen, making people feel happy.

An acacia flower slipped in through the window and just landed on his right shoulder. He raised his arm and held the pink in his palm, putting away the long line of memory. Those images were lingering in his mind:

When he was seven years old, he attended the morning class for the first time. Mu Yaoling was not serious, and he didn't pay attention to what Gu Wanyan was talking about.

As long as Gu Wanyan wasn't paying attention, his eyes would be on his master, carefully observing the patterns on his white clothes, and when his eyes focused on his belt, Gu Wanyan just lifted up his sleeves, revealing a tinge of pink.

Mu Xiaoyaoling immediately yelled: "Master, what's on your waist?"

Gu Wanyan didn't care about the apprentice's problems, but said sternly: "Listen to the morning class carefully, and don't care about other things!"

Little Yaoling didn't listen at all, he stretched out his hand and gently opened the white sleeve, and pulled out the acacia flower that was stuck in the crease of the belt.

Smiling and holding it up to Gu Wanyan: "Master, you still wear flowers!"

He smiled brightly, like the winter sun, warm and soft enough to melt ice and snow.

Gu Wanyan took the flower, twirled it with her fingertips and looked at it carefully, her peerless face was made even fairer by the pink, and then said lightly: "Master, I went down the mountain yesterday to get rid of demons, and I passed by a silk tree on the way. On the body."

"Oh, what does the acacia tree look like? Is it good-looking?" The immature face was full of curiosity.

"Everything in the world has advantages and disadvantages. It doesn't matter whether it is good or not. It just depends on whether you like it or not! Do you want to see it?"

"Think!" Xiao Yaoling nodded vigorously.

"Is there a chance to take you down the mountain to have a look?"

"Okay! But... the ones below the mountain will always be the ones below the mountain. After seeing them, they can only be kept in memory... how about..."

Xiao Yaoling scratched his head and thought for a while, and then suddenly said: "Why don't you bring a branch back next time Master passes by that tree, and plant him in front of the window of my room!"

"Okay! But, you have to take the morning class seriously, and don't slack off in the future!" Gu Wanyan nodded slightly.

From then on, little Yaoling got up earlier than Gu Wanyan every day, and sat in the meditation room to preview what Gu Wanyan was going to say in advance.

At a certain time in early winter, Gu Wanyan came back from exorcising demons, and saw Xiao Yaoling guarding the door of her room.

Looking at the apprentice with doubts in his eyes: "Why are you looking for a teacher so late?"

"Master, the branch you promised me..." Xiao Yaoling said slowly.

"The reason why you don't sleep most of the night is to wait for this?"

Xiaoguai bit her lip and nodded.

Thinking about the little apprentice asking about the branch a few times in the morning class, and now he doesn't even sleep, guarding in front of his room, looking at the little apprentice huddled up in the cold, he couldn't get angry, He said angrily: "You don't focus on cultivation, you just think about these things all day long, and you don't have to think about them from now on. Even if you have them, I won't bring them to you!"

After speaking, he slammed the door and walked in without looking back.

"Master, Master! Master's apprentice was wrong, I was wrong, I will never dare again, Master, you open the door, I'm so cold!" Xiao Yaoling was so frightened that she quickly knelt down and admitted her mistake.

"Now you know it's cold? You spent most of your rest time squatting here for a branch, why don't you feel cold!"

There was only Gu Wanyan's angry shout from outside the door, no matter how Xiao Yaoling kowtowed, the door still didn't open.

The north wind howled, and suddenly there was goose feather and heavy snow, Xiao Yaoling was trembling from the cold, his lips were purple, and Shan Ruo curled up into a ball, leaning against the door, his room was eight miles away, long before Gu Wanyan came back, Too cold to walk.

After staying up until Yinshi, he finally couldn't hold on anymore, fell asleep, and woke up in his own room.

Although Mu Yaoling was unconscious at the time, but thinking with his toes, he also knew that it was Gu Wanyan who sent him back to the room, and who else would send him back to the room. The other brothers and sisters would not dare to approach the room of the master on weekdays.

When he was about to get up, a boy about 12 years old walked in the door, holding a bowl of steaming ginger soup. He was thin but slender, with boyish hair tied, delicate features, dignified manner, like a frail scholar.

That was Gu Wanyan's first apprentice. His surname was Shan, his first name was Liang, and his courtesy name was Jiayan.

He looks weak and weak, as long as he can use his mouth to persuade, he will never do it. He will detour when he meets an ant while walking. If someone slaps a mosquito to death in front of him in summer, he will keep persuading that person until That person promised that he would never slap the mosquitoes to death next time!

Therefore, everyone in Shangxian Palace called him "Brother Kindness", partly to ridicule him for living up to his name, and partly to admire his patience and strength.

Before Xiao Yaoling could open his mouth, Shan Liang asked a question: "Junior brother Mu knelt in front of the master's room yesterday and was punished? If I hadn't gone to the master's place to return to class, you might freeze to death!"

Shan Liang's voice was so gentle that it felt like being injected with warmth.

"Last night, was it the elder brother who sent me back?" Mu Yaoling's eyes widened, a little surprised.

"That's right, otherwise the younger brother thinks there will be someone who would dare to break into the master's room at night!" Shan Liang said while Ban Jiang Tang brought it to Mu Yaoling's mouth.

The immature face instantly lost the innocence that a child should have, and the eyes became deep, as if there were waves surging, thick and tightly wrinkled, and the eyelids drooped, like an orphan abandoned by the world, that look of despair is usually not shown On a seven-year-old child.

Shan Liang seemed to be frightened, he put away the bowl he had leaned towards, hugged the little junior in his arms, didn't know what to say for a moment, he could only pat him on the back to show comfort.

From then on, little Yaoling never asked his master for things again, and he still got up early as always, previewing new content before the master came, but he talked much less than before, and occasionally asked questions about study and cultivation.

This kind of childlike cold war didn't end until New Year's Eve, when all the monks of Shangxian Palace put lotus lanterns in the Huxian River to pray, and had a reunion dinner together.

Gu Wanyan approached Xiao Yaoling who was silently watching the prayer lamp floating in the distance, and finally opened her mouth and asked: "What wish did you make, as a teacher, I can help you!"

Xiao Yaoling looked up at Gu Wanyan, and opened his mouth, as if he couldn't believe what came out of a mouth who said all day long that these were just playthings.

Seeing that the little apprentice was a little unbelievable, he raised his water sleeve and waved it towards the water, white light flashed, and the lamp written with Mu Yaoling quickly returned from the distant water flow, leaped up as if endowed with life, and landed on the ground. Gu Wanyan's palm.

He didn't need to take out the small note from the wick, he only needed to close his eyes slightly and feel it with his heart to know what was written on it.

He put the prayer lamp back into the water, looked down at Mu Yaoling who was full of astonishment, slowly lowered the Qiankun bag, took out a small sapling from it and handed it to the young apprentice: "Acacia tree, take it, if you can't plant it I will punish you as a teacher!"

Mu Yaoling opened his small mouth even wider, staring at the sapling handed to him, and never raised his trembling hand.

After a long silence, Gu Wanyan asked, "How long do you have to wait for the teacher?"

"Thank you, Master!"

Mu Yaoling finally took over the young sapling, and finally smiled on his always gloomy face, so bright, so innocent, so satisfied!

He carefully held the sapling in his palm, as if holding the most brilliant firework in the world, the most gorgeous gemstone in the world, and the greatest hope in this life! !

He walked all the way back to his bedroom, avoiding all the crowds, just worried that this fragile sapling would be broken by one of his own accidents.

Fireworks will eventually disappear, gems will eventually shatter, only hope exists forever, as long as people live!

He happily planted the sapling in front of the window, and the first thing he did after returning from class every day was to look at it, water it and fertilize it at the right time.

Unlike others, he wished that the young seedling would soon grow into a towering tree, so that he could use it for shade and enjoy its scenery.

He has always believed that good things are worth waiting for, and good things are worth caring for patiently.

When the tree grows up, what you look up to see is the little things that accompany it, every detail that is carefully cared for, instead of the painful process of fertilizing and adding materials every day to promote growth!

Trees grow up day by day, and people grow up day by day. They witness the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys together, and leave the footprints of growth together.

In the last life, I destroyed this acacia tree full of hope and memories because I was angry that things are wrong. In this life, I must protect it so that it can bloom the most beautiful and fragrant acacia flowers in the world and become the most beautiful scenery in the world!

The memories that Zhou Mu perceives are completely absent in the play. The filming of the play started when Mu Yaoling was 17 years old. As for childhood memories, there is not a single shot.

"Trash screenwriter!" He cursed again, a little moved and a little regretful.

I was moved by the little Mu Yaoling who pinned his feelings for his master on a silk tree, and regretted that Mu Yaoling did not dare to confess his love to Gu Wanyan. Until his death, he thought that his apprentice was only a kindness for nurturing and teaching.

The breeze hit his face, and he felt a bit of coolness, and it was only when he realized that Mu Yaoling was crying.

Comfortingly said: "Brother, let the past matter pass by, and in this life, you just need to protect it!" Saying this, she looked at the acacia tree swaying in the wind outside the window.

"You don't understand, sometimes what I hate is not being forgotten or cheated, but because his forgetting and cheating shattered all my hopes and dreams; sometimes liking someone is not because he gave me what I want, Instead, he conflated those shattered hopes and visions one by one, and let everything go according to the original plan!"

Mu Yaoling spoke slowly, word by word.

Zhou Mu nodded slightly: "Exactly!"

The two souls with different personalities finally resonated on this matter and got in touch.

Putting down the acacia flowers, getting out of bed and preparing to wash up, the door was kicked open, turning her head to see, Su Ruyu was in a hurry and was in a hurry.