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The next day, Zhu Rong took away some leather from the house and went out again.

When he came back, it was already night, and he carried a quilt on his shoulders, and some rice noodles and other things. Seeing him coming back, Ji Mo hurried to pick him up, but Zhu Rong kicked him on the body, making him He got out of the way, Ji Mo thought for a while, when adults are carrying things, it is really annoying to have a small child around his legs, if he accidentally kicks, whose is it?

That foot was not heavy, so Ji Mo took the opportunity to step aside, watched Zhu Rong move all the things into the house, first opened a small pocket, and gently sprinkled some medicinal powder from it, which was equivalent to drawing a circle in the house , it's an insect repellent, and it works for most bugs.

"Don't put these in your mouth, it's poisonous."

Zhu Rong gave Ji Mo such a sentence, and rearranged the middle part. Those not-so-good leathers have been taken away by him today and sold, and the remaining two pieces are directly spread on the ground like a carpet. Then put the quilt on top.

Just put it in one corner of the rice noodles.

There is no way to distinguish between the bedroom and the living room. Simply arrange and roughly divide the area.

Ji Mo followed behind, seeing that Zhu Rong had arranged the arrangement, he didn't say anything, he could tell at a glance that his position hadn't changed much, but the quilt was for an adult, okay, this is the plan not to change it in the future quilt?

Even though he thought so, being able to be remembered made him feel warmer. His master always seemed to be so hard-spoken and soft-hearted.

"Is this for me? Thank you Master!"

The child's voice is naturally delicate, with a bit of joy and sweetness added, so the voice is also a bit sweet.

Zhu Rong was not happy, but still said, "I won't save you from freezing to death."

Obviously, Ji Mo's huddled silkworm chrysalis sleeping position is really unforgettable.

"Well, thank you Master!"

Ji Mo's tone remained the same, this man, just watch what he does, and let him be deaf if he says something ugly.

If you can't even resist this, then it's really hard to be someone else's disciple.

When Ji Mo was a master, he was not always soft-spoken. When he was in a bad temper, he would call people out of his mind. Although there were always remedies afterwards, he dared not say that he was better than these masters in terms of morality. alright.

Humans always have flaws.

Ji Mo, who is very tolerant of Zhu Rong, thought about it and didn't care. Le Diandian helped Zhu Rong wipe his hands with a cloth, and asked him if he had eaten. A bit of a surprise, but not a big surprise.

In the night, it was time to study again. After listening to Ji Mo re-practicing the piece for a day, Zhu Rong finally nodded slightly, indicating that he could learn a new piece.

Ji Mo was very happy, but he still went to bed early on time.

It is really impressive that a child can have such self-discipline.

Zhu Rong didn't say much at that time, when he woke up, it was already dawn.

There is no timekeeping tool in the mountains, just look at the sun, and estimate based on his own biological clock. These days, Ji Mo already has the feeling of a biological clock, and he can get up on time, but it was still dark at that time, and Zhu Rong seemed to be still sleeping. , he didn't move, lying in the new quilt to relax his body.

Because of the injury on his cheek, he only dared to sleep on his side when he slept on his side, which was not his usual side sleeping direction. It was a bit difficult when he was sleeping, and he accidentally rolled over to that side in the middle of the night, rubbing his face against the leather of the floor. It is inevitable that the pain will be like a needle prick, and you will be awakened again.

Sleeping is a little restless.

I don't know if it's because of this that Zhu Rong went to buy a quilt and came back?

In the morning, the meal for the master and apprentice is very simple, just hold the steamed buns and eat them. If you want to eat vegetables, there are pickles. I don’t know who made them. The pickles are really "salty". They are not crispy, but they can be eaten There is no sweet taste, and the straightforward salty taste can somewhat neutralize the hardness and dryness of the steamed buns, and the taste is relatively soft.

The pickle jar is not big, and every time it is opened, the smell is a bit strong.

After eating and drinking water, we are about to start practicing. This time, Zhu Rong taught Ji Mo a piece of music. He played it with a flute. The surface of the flute that has been used for many years seems to have a glazed surface, and the sound of playing is beyond Qingyue. It seems to be a little more deep than it should be.

Ji Mo already knew where the focus was when listening, so he raised his head and looked at his breath first. Zhu Rong's face was so ugly that he couldn't even look at it. Still enduring the instinct of subconscious avoidance, I tried my best to look at his mouth and nose, hoping to understand the mystery of breathing from those subtle movements.

"You blow it again."

After Zhu Rong finished playing a piece, he asked Ji Mo to play this piece directly to see how much he remembered.

Ji Mo carefully observed the breathing method, but he did not ignore the fundamentals of the music. He wrote down the tune of the music, took out his own little flute, and played it step by step, not thinking about the breathing problem first, but only about the music itself , with no missing notes.

After blowing, he looked up at Zhu Rong, as if he was going to be praised.

"Pay attention to breathing."

Zhu Rong reminded him to play it again.

After blowing this time, it is inevitable that some notes will be dissonant. One must pay attention to breathing, exhale when it is time to inhale, and inhale when it is time to exhale. Problems will easily occur.

These are small problems, but they have to be corrected repeatedly.

Zhu Rongbi was more patient than when he taught Ji Mo for the first time. Instead of giving him another demonstration, he directly pointed out whether to exhale or inhale when his breathing made a mistake.

At the beginning, Ji Mo was not quite used to this method, as if there was an extra breathing note besides the musical notes. Later, he became familiar with it, and felt that Zhu Rong's instructions were very direct, and he could keep up with the rhythm right away, that is, breathing It is inevitable that there are some things that are not in place, and there is no way to feel "smooth", but after playing a song, there is still a feeling of being a little bit out of breath.

Seeing Ji Mo reaching out to press his stomach, Zhu Rongming understood the problem, and said, "Write it down first, and then practice slowly. ——Did you write it down?"

"……take note of it."

Ji Mo recalled it silently. His memory is still very good, and he can write it down once.

"Then go practice."

Zhu Rong glanced at him, as if asking him "why you haven't left" and "why you're still in front of me".

"it is good."

Ji Mo responded, and gave Zhu Rong a smile.

Seeing his smile, Zhu Rong felt dazzling, how could he still smile? !

"Have you forgotten about hatred?"

"...I haven't forgotten."

Ji Mo didn't know why Zhu Rong asked this suddenly, his tone was a bit harsh, he turned around and looked at Zhu Rong, not knowing why.

"Then how can you still laugh?"

Zhu Rong asked directly, dislike for his smile was revealed in his words.

Ji Mo's body froze when he heard this, so can't he even laugh?

He can put down his smile and not stab Zhu Rong in the eyes, but he really can't just change himself into another person because of hatred. If he is facing an enemy, he can't change too much, but what he is facing is ...

"I smile at the master, not at the enemy."

Ji Mo told Zhu Rong seriously that this is a matter of attitude towards life.

Hatred does not affect eating and sleeping. Similarly, hatred does not affect personal life and death. If you really stop living because of hatred, then I am afraid that the enemy will die laughing.

It is precisely because of hatred that we have to live and live better.

Ji Mo doesn't have much force value, and he still has a mission in his hands. It is impossible to waste the mission for revenge, but he can find ways to get revenge in the process of completing the mission.

Since it is war music, there must be a source, and if you find the source, you will find those people and the reason why they killed his whole family.

Battle music is also music, they know it, and he can learn it too. He is now working hard to learn the skills of a musician, and in the future, he may be able to return the same battle music.

Repay him in his own way.

Ji Mo is confident that he can do it, but he is not good enough now and still needs to learn.

"you--"

Zhu Rong didn't know what to say, but when it came to the truth, he would accept Ji Mo as his disciple, not only because the timing of his appearance was just right, but also because they had similar experiences, the same hatred of exterminating the family, and they could empathize with each other, but he thought Ji Mo He will be like himself, from now on he will not think about eating and drinking, and will be a walking corpse. It will take a long time to understand the need for revenge. The first thing is to take care of himself.

Unexpectedly, at a young age, he is more transparent than himself, and he has already understood this truth.

Ji Mo saw that Zhu Rong seemed to be a bit entangled, he didn't go to practice the piece right away, but took Zhu Rong's hand, and made a serious promise: "Master, I'm still too young now, I can't do anything except study, but After I finish my studies, I will definitely be stronger than them, they use war music to deal with me, I can also use war music to deal with them, I will take revenge, and I will be with my master."

"Go, go, what hatred do I have?"

Zhu Rong refused to be honest with Ji Mo, a young disciple, he was still too young, he was a child, what did he know?

At this time, he seemed to have forgotten what kind of decision this child made, and how he endured the pain of disfiguring himself to learn from him.

It's really not easy for a child to be able to do this.

"Master will tell me when he thinks he can tell me."

Ji Mo didn't force it. Telling others about some sad things is tearing his own wounds, so it's better not to say anything.

Zhu Rong didn't feel his thoughtfulness, but felt that he had too many things to worry about, so he patted him on the back twice, watched him take a few steps away, lifted his foot, and lifted his buttocks. After a while, let him walk forward quickly, "Go to practice farther away, don't disturb me."

This request sounds really...

Ji Mo looked back, and sighed like a grown-up, well, even if it is a future musician, before he has practiced the melody, the intermittent melody is indeed very grueling.

"The people are big, but they are not honest!"

He shook his head, walked to the forest far away, and played his own little flute. The sound of the flute was melodious. It was exactly the song just now, but there were some changes in the rhythm, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, which also made people feel emotional. Restless.