Sandwiched between the two masters, I am no longer a human being

Ayin was invited into the room by Zen Yuanhui, and sat on the futon beside the low table, with the purple umbrella beside her hand, feeling a little cramped.

Zen Yuanhui poured her a cup of tea. A Yin looked at the interior of the house in a veiled manner, and only realized when the tea was pushed to her hand, and hurriedly said, "Thank you."

"No need." Chanyuan Hui shook his head helplessly, and when he looked at the white-haired girl, his lips curled up unconsciously, "Are you in any trouble? You can tell me."

The layout of the main house of the Chanyuan family is the same as that of its owner. It is concise and elegant. A low table is placed in the middle. A few calligraphy and paintings are hung on the wall. Futons are placed on the tatami mats for people to sit on. There are cigarettes at one end of the table. Swirling, candlelight fluttering, pen, ink, paper and inkstone all fell on it. The most conspicuous thing is the calligraphy brush spread out on the desk.

The undone copybook still had wet ink marks, and the strokes of the large characters were not yet finished. It seemed that I was halfway through calligraphy practice. When I heard A Yin's voice, I got up and went to open the door for her.

If you are free to practice calligraphy, it means that, Your Excellency Chanyuan is not very busy at present.

Ayin's mind was settled, and she told him about the occasional encounter with Zenyuan outside the stone wall.

"...That kid wants to see you no matter what, I'm worried that if he is left alone, he will do more radical things." A Yin observed the expression of the black-haired young man, carefully choosing his words, "Just go It’s just a meeting with him, Your Excellency of the Chanyuan, this shouldn’t take much time?”

"Your Excellency of the Chanyuan is the child's heart knot."

When A Yin's ending sound gradually dissipated, and the room was shrouded in silence for a while.

The cigarette was about to burn out, and the fine dust fell into the incense burner, splashing a few sparks.

It wasn't until Ah Yin felt the temperature of the teacup in his hand cooling down that the young man on the opposite side slowly said with a sense of loss, "So...you've seen him."

Chanyuanhui's expression didn't fluctuate much, but when he met Ayin's eyes, he suddenly smiled and said: "Do you also think that I am the person who is indifferent and confined to power in his mouth?"

"No." A Yin shook her head without thinking, "I'm just a bystander, and I don't have much right to comment on this matter. But as far as I know, as far as your Excellency the Chanyuan is concerned, you must have your own reasons."

"...Only you can say such a thing." Zen Yuanhui lowered his eyes, "Forget it, you are not from the Yusan family, and you have not been involved in it, so naturally you can be so rational and calm."

"It's okay to tell you."

From Chanyuanhui's mouth, Ayin heard the hidden story of the incident back then that the Zenyuan knew nothing about.

"Ayin may not know something. The ranks of the Yusanjia are rigid. How rigid can they be?" Zen Yuanhui's voice was like the long stream of clear springs, slowly narrating, easily introducing Ayin's consciousness into the situation of the year, "Zongjia All of our children are born noble and talented, and the new generation of children will inevitably be arrogant and arrogant."

"Before the Zen Academy was able to stay in the Zong family, it was nothing more than the blessing of a good birth. However, this blessing disappeared when his physique of 'Heaven and Curse' was made public."

"His parents dismissed him because they felt that this useless child had lost all face. Children of the same age excluded him and took pleasure in bullying Zenyuan. Later, the gossip spread to the elders, and when the elders also started When I gossip, I know I can no longer just sit back and watch."

From bottom to top, malice spread rapidly like a plague. If it was a new generation of children who had not yet grown up, or a family member who did not hold real power, it would be fine. However, the attitude of the elders must be taken into consideration by the Patriarch.

"The elders are the second party with power besides the patriarch of the Yusan family. If they want to make a move on the Chanyuan, I'm afraid I can't stop them." Chanyuan Hui calmly pointed out the contradiction, "As long as they use the family affairs to choke me If I can't get away, it's easy to attack him. It's impossible for me to stare at Shi Yi 24 hours a day."

"The elders can't stand a stain dangling under their noses, and their patience is about to reach its limit."

"So, you want to express your attitude first before the elders do anything, and expel Zenyuan Jinyi from the clan?" Ayin was stunned, and said firmly, "You want to protect him."

"..." Zen Yuanhui was noncommittal, his eyes drifted to the teapot on the low table, "He's still too weak."

"Until he grows up to be able to resist the malice of others and ignore the constraints of the elders, the outside is the most suitable place for him." Zen Yuanhui took a sip of the warm tea, "For others, the clan of the treasure land is for him. Words are the dragon's pond and the tiger's lair."

"If he continues to stay here, he will inevitably die young."

Weakness is the original sin.

Ayin's eyes were empty, and he let out a long sigh.

"I understand the truth." She said weakly, "but why didn't you want to tell him? If you had explained a few more words back then, the child wouldn't have gotten into a dead end."

"...I don't know, he would care so much." Chan Yuan pursed his lips and defended in a low voice.

He regards you as the pillar of his life, so he still doesn't care?

Ah Yin realized.

The source of the conflict between these two that has lasted for so long is, to put it bluntly, one is stubborn and the other is sullen. People's thoughts are communicated by language, and if two people don't talk or ask, misunderstandings naturally form.

What a crime.

Ayin looked at Zenyuanhui lovingly. Now her filter on the Zenyuan Patriarch has faded by half. This person seems indifferent and unkind, but in fact he is not good at words, a Tomioka type of volunteer.

It is obvious that his diplomatic level is higher than that of His Excellency Wujo. It is strange, is this a must-have for the Patriarch?

"No matter what." Ayin got up first, and grabbed the handle of her umbrella, "Your Excellency of the Chanyuan, why not go to the stone wall to have a look. He is still waiting for you."

If there is any misunderstanding, just let it go.Before it's too late.

.........

As dusk approaches, the sky is covered with fiery clouds, and the sun burns the sky red.

The afterglow of the sun elongated the reflections of Hui and Ayin in the Buddhist temple, blending with the oblique shadows of the forest.The sound of the cicadas gradually weakened, and the butterfly stopped by the stone, watching the two walk along the forest path, gradually drifting away until they disappeared at the end of the woods.

After passing through the inner barrier like a water curtain, not far away, there is a quaint stone wall that has withstood years of wind erosion. The top is covered with moss, which has precipitated the vicissitudes of history.

A Yin raised his head suddenly, and saw the black-haired boy sitting bored on the top of the stone wall, his legs dangling, throwing stones one after another, presumably he had been waiting for a long time.

The body of the sky and the curse is really strong.

After such a short time, the not-deep wound on the black-haired boy's body has healed in sevens and eighties. The Hittite scar that was still fleshy and rolled up before, now has a blood scab, and it will completely heal itself in a day.

Ayin sighed inwardly, Zenyuan Hui beside her walked forward, and by coincidence, she happened to meet the gaze cast by Zenyuan Jinyi.

"..."

Ayin clearly saw that Zenyuan Jinyi's face suddenly became stiff, and the hand holding the stone squeezed hard, smashing the fragile stone into pieces.

Compared with Zenyuan Hui, who is well-trained, it is obvious that he is still a teenager who can't manage his expressions well.

"You..." The young man's throat rolled, his voice was jerky, he jumped down from the stone wall, and then stood still a few steps in front of Zen Yuanhui, maintaining a not too far not too close distance from him.

The two looked at each other speechlessly for a while, neither of them knew how to speak.

Ah Yin originally wanted to retreat quietly, after all, it was difficult for others to get involved in the past of these two people.However, Zen Yuanhui held back for a long time, and suddenly said a word, which made her stagger and almost fell to the ground.

Chanyuanhui: "Have you eaten?"

Zenyuan Jinyi: "Not yet, how about you?"

Chanyuanhui: "Me neither."

These two are equal opponents.

A Yin stabilized her body, wiped her face silently, and thought so affirmatively.

Fortunately, they chatted back and forth, but the content was so embarrassing that A Yin could pick out three rooms and one living room with his toes.

Zenyuan Hui's speaking level fluctuated, and she shouldn't assume that he can chat just because he cooperated with Gojo Satoru in the Imperial Palace.

This man is completely different in public and private.

Let them continue the awkward chat, and they may not be able to get to the point until dark.

Ayin resigned himself to turning around and returned, taking on the responsibility of introducing the topic.

"Your Excellency of the Chanyuan, don't you have something to tell him about why Jin Yi was expelled from the clan?" Ayin blinked his eyes, and his seemingly unintentional words made the atmosphere tense up in an instant.

The black-haired boy stared at the older man without blinking, as if trying to read something from his face.

"If, Jinichi, you are struggling with that matter." Chanyuan Hui looked directly at him and said bluntly, "My answer is because you are too weak."

The monastery was taken aback for a moment.

A Yin: ...grass.

She thought he would be more tactful.As expected of you, Your Excellency of the Zen Academy.

"You are too weak, even one." Zen Yuanhui calmly spit out the heart-pounding words, "Do you think it is great to beat your peers? That little strength, in the eyes of the elders, is just a drizzle to scratch it."

"Until you prove your strength to all of us, you are not qualified to set foot in the sect."

The black-haired boy bit his lower lip unwillingly, until the beads of his lip turned white, almost oozing blood.

"How can I prove it?"

There was a fleeting smile in the dark eyes, Zen Yuanhui finally got to the point.

"I'll give you half a year." He said succinctly, "In the spring of the coming year, the Chanyuan Family Association will hold an annual clan competition. The new generation under the age of [-], as long as they are nominated by someone, they are eligible to participate."

"Master Patriarch." The black-haired boy said stiffly, with a hint of self-mockery, "Do you think anyone else would be willing to nominate me? I was kicked out of the house by my parents a long time ago..."

"I'll introduce you."

The gauze-like moonlight sprinkled in Zen Yuanhui's black pupils, warm and bright like obsidian: "You just need to think about how to win a big victory, just come out on top."

This time, Zen Yuan was completely stunned.

What he said doesn't mean...

"You," his voice was trembling even without even the person in the Buddhist monastery noticing, "are you willing to recognize me?"

Dabi within the clan, is this the opportunity you gave me?

He thought, thought...

"Yes." Zenyuan Hui's straight lips were raised suddenly, showing a fleeting smile, "The Zong family will never reject the strong. If you can use your strength to silence those people..."

Chanyuanhui paused for a moment before continuing, "I'll be proud of you."

I don't know if it's an illusion created by the excessive prosperity of the moon.

At that moment, the black-haired boy's eyes seemed to fall into the sky full of stars, shining brightly.

The author has something to say: Believe it or not, this wave is a father-son game (surely

【small theater】

Ayin: The influence of past life fetters is too deep, and I feel that I can't face the modern times at all.

Ayin: You two are each other's fathers, to show respect?Then what am I?

Chanyuan: Ah Yin, she should be her mother.

Jin Yi: That’s right, I’ve been a “mother” for two lifetimes. (meaningful)

Chanyuan: Wait a minute...?