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After a meal that could not be regarded as silent, the woman packed up the dishes and left, and the man sat at the table silently. He didn't know what to say to Ji Mo, and the few times he opened his mouth was full of embarrassment. feel.

"Let's go, go outside and look at it from here first."

The man led Ji Mo out, first looked at the houses and the street, and when he passed somewhere, he would ask him what he had learned now, and then he would tell him about it later.

He could hear the meaning in the words. He must have learned the skills of Grandpa Sun, but he may not be so proficient, he just knows some of them.

"Remember their direction, structure, and others, and leave them alone."

The man made a point, he didn't talk much, but he looked like a general, as if he had mastered all the knowledge by heart, had a clear context, and was able to draw on paper with his eyes closed. Come out of the bamboo forest.

"okay."

Ji Mo responded, this kind of memory is more like a basic skill for him, it doesn't require any special effort at all, he can remember everything at a glance, and sometimes he can imagine, if he has such a memory Back in modern times, I am afraid that I can become a top student in minutes, ahem, a top student in liberal arts, science is not just a matter of memory.

The father and son walked through one street after another like this. Ji Mo soon noticed that the man's speed had slowed down, and said hesitantly, "Father, I'll go by myself."

Walking with a child for so long, who is not a strongman, will definitely feel tired.

"……it is good."

The man agreed, took Jimo to a small stall, and bought him something to eat. It was like a bowl of chaotic soup. The taste was surprisingly good when it was steaming. There were not many spices, which was the most essential ingredient of that kind of food. The taste is very well matched, and the bright oil flowers indicate that the broth has been added.

"Father, you eat too."

Seeing that the man only ordered a bowl, Ji Mo asked for a spoon and handed it to the man.

The man hesitated for a moment, but reached out to take the spoon. The father and son shared a bowl of chaotic soup. The originally slow rhythm gradually became orderly during the adjustment. You two spoons, I have one spoon, and when the bowl is finished, Ji Mo I feel that I have also slowed down, looking at the man's hand holding the spoon, it seems that he is not so nervous anymore.

"Did you remember it all?"

The man asked Ji Mo, and Ji Mo nodded.

They walked and memorized like this, whether they could form a concrete concept, the man was not very confident yet, he knew too little about Ji Mo, "Your grandfather, say you remember quickly."

"Well, I remember very quickly, I remember everything."

Ji Mo didn't hide it at all, knowing his progress, they could teach faster, at least leaving more time for practice, so that they wouldn't be wasted on theoretical explanations.

The man frowned, as if in disbelief.

I don't know when, Ji Mo has long been used to this kind of performance that seems to doubt his own talent. If it wasn't for the improvement of his memory, he would not believe it. How could he remember so quickly?

Ji Mo picked up a small wooden stick and drew it directly on the ground. He has learned painting, knows how to compose and lay out pictures, and has also learned geometry. Complementing the whole can still be done.

"Here, how do you know?"

Today, at best, they walked through half of the town, and the man frowned and pointed at the remaining half.

"It's symmetrical!"

Ji Mo smiled with crooked brows and eyes, with a childlike cunning, "I've discovered a long time ago that many of them are symmetrical, not only houses, but also streets, and..."

He deliberately showed off this little cleverness.

The man shook his head, wiped off part of it with his toes, took the small wooden stick in Ji Mo's hand, and re-drawn it. It was not a symmetrical layout, and there were some changes there. "It is like this. You will know when you go to see it tomorrow."

"Okay, is dad still resting tomorrow?"

Ji Mo asked casually.

"Well, I'll take you to see it." The man said, adding, "—don't let your grandpa know."

"Why?"

Ji Mo is like an ignorant child who always asks the root of a problem.

"Adults, children don't ask too much." The man blocked him with one sentence, which is also the norm for parents.

Bian Pianzui, Ji Mo is not dissatisfied, adults, it is always like this, think that children don't need to know the truth, but they don't know, if he doesn't tell, some things can be guessed.

Followed all the way in the middle of the night to send back the lost shoes.

Take over the educational errand without letting Grandpa Sun know.

"Okay, I won't say it, don't say it!"

Ji Mo was picked up again by the man and walked home.

When he fell asleep at night, he could feel the comfort of this room, which was much better than the one in the village. However, thinking of Grandpa Sun alone in the village, Ji Mo couldn't let go of his mind. Before he fell asleep in the middle of the night, he heard the door being pushed open. The sound of opening brought a candle shadow.

When I raised my heart to move, I heard a woman's voice: "I'm asleep, I didn't kick the quilt."

"I told you earlier, it's okay."

The man's voice followed closely behind. His voice was never lowered, but he was "shushed" by the woman and quickly shut up.

The shadow of the candle went away, and the door was closed again. It seemed that I could still hear the shaky voice outside the door, "...the old man will teach people..."

A woman really deserves to be a person with high emotional intelligence. In a word, both father and son are pleased.

Early the next morning, the man took Ji Mo to eat breakfast, and went outside again to see what the second half of the town looked like. It was indeed as the man drew, and it was not symmetrical here. Ji Mo took a look and saw that Question, I shook my head helplessly in my heart, illegal buildings and so on are definitely not unique to modern times.

"It didn't exist before, it was filled in later."

The man pointed to the protruding building, and said, after all, it was still a town, and the management in all aspects was not so strict, and some wealthy households dared to tamper with the city wall and directly expand it. The city wall was in disrepair for a long time, and he repaired it here.

It must be said here that not all the city walls are made of concrete, some are simply piled with bricks, and developers dare not let developers stuff coins into them, some gaps are loose and can be opened with hands.

When it comes to the soil used to build the city wall, the man said a few more words in passing: "The year before last, I was conscripted to send people to repair it, but I have no ability to build it like this."

As he said, when he broke his hand on the wall, there would be mud dregs falling down. The quality of this kind of tofu dregs can't be said to directly open a hole with a kick. It's really too foolish.

"I said I asked your grandfather to lead someone to do it, but he won't come." The man paused for a while when he said this, "It's fine if you don't come, but if it happens like this, it's a shame."

In ancient times, not all craftsmen paid attention to excellence, and there were still many fools, and there were even clever women who could not cook without rice. The superiors did not give money, did not give enough money, and did not give enough materials. How good could the final result be? ?

This is a small town, and it's not a serious place under the emperor's feet. People can see it when they come and go. It's enough to use this kind of dirt.

Ji Mo nodded understandingly, just happened to be caught by the man, pressed on his head, a little bit of a smile from the bottom of his heart, and told him what to do, as if he could understand.

The two came all the way from the inside, this time they went back from the outside, and circled along half of the city wall. The road is not easy to walk, and there are many "traps". The man hugged Ji Mo and picked up a stick as a trap. When the walking stick hits a place with tall grass, it will be whipped a few more times to scare the snake.

"Be careful when walking outside. Pay attention to these places. Snakes, insects, rats and ants, if you are not careful, you will die."

He said so in a steady voice, Ji Mo nodded, and heard him talking about Grandpa Sun again, "Don't let your grandpa run around in the future, he is old, his eyesight is not good, and he always falls into the trap go inside."

"So, Dad, you were the one who came back to put the shoes on for grandpa that day, and I saw it all! Why didn't you say you came in to see me and grandpa? Grandpa's face was blue."

Elderly people, with weak recovery ability, have some bumps and bumps, and it takes a long time for the traces of bruising to disappear.

"...he will be angry when he sees me."

The man said so, and added, "Don't tell him either."

"Grandpa knows even if I don't say it." Ji Mo looked at the man, not knowing what to say about the father and son, he didn't touch the shoe at the door, Grandpa Sun saw it, and naturally knew who sent it back, otherwise?Who else can walk with him at night, walking silently all night?

The man didn't speak, but looked at Ji Mo with an unspeakable pressure in his eyes.

"Okay, okay, I won't say it, I won't say it, I won't say it."

Ji Mo immediately agreed to shut up. He would not get involved in the matter of the father and son. If he became a stranger inside and outside, he would not even be related by blood, let alone gain a foothold in the family.

The two returned home. After resting, the man went to work again. After another day or two, Uncle Sun Liu came back and picked up Ji Mo directly and sent him to the village. Grandpa Sun knew that Uncle Sun Six was up to no good.

"Look, look, I personally led it, and looked around!"

Sixth Uncle Sun seemed to be playing a small role in front of Grandpa Sun, and the smile on his face was always inexplicably flattering.

"I've seen it all."

Ji Mo only admits this, he can acquiesce to the other party's lies, but let him say it directly, forget it.

Grandpa Sun didn't pursue it, and nodded: "I will trouble you more in the future. You are the only one in our village. You travel all over the world and go to many places. If you can take him to see more, I can't do it with my legs."

While talking, he beat his leg, Ji Mo saw this, hurried up to help massage.

"Sure, no problem, it's up to me!"

Uncle Sun Liu agreed readily, and even touched Ji Mo's head, saying that the child is very good, obedient, easy to take care of, and not tiring at all.

Oh, of course you are not tired!Ji Mo glanced up, a little speechless.