technical type

In Ji Mo's view, this kind of writing that records the music scores can be described as "squiggly characters".

This is not to say that the writing is beautiful, but that the writing is beautiful, like oracle bone inscriptions, it seems that some small figures with different movements can be seen from each stroke, and some are like a combination of various utensils , plus some symbols across the word, the combination of vertical and horizontal, also like the veins of petals.

Those special symbols, even if they are symbols that indicate a certain technique in the score, even such symbols are different from each other.

Use the same cursive characters to record the score, because the inheritance of each family is different, so the special symbols are different. Some families even deliberately change the meaning of the nine tones, so as to form an encryption of the score and prevent outsiders from knowing the content of the score. the truth.

All of these, once extended and talked about, it is easy to forget what the theme is.

Zhu Rong was talking and talking, drank a pot of water, and then found that there was no water. Then he felt that he had gone too far, and put down the wooden stick, "Let's go so much first, just remember, and write to me tomorrow. Let's see what song "Phoenix Introduction" is."

"it is good."

Ji Mo responded, the sky was dark, it was indeed not suitable for writing on the ground, and he couldn't see clearly at all.

Dinner is very simple, basically leftovers from noon, you can eat it as soon as it is warmed up. The biggest advantage of living in the mountains is that there is no shortage of firewood. One day, some branches can be cut off and put aside to dry in the shade, and they can be directly used as firewood The fire burned.

If the timing is unlucky, when there is heavy rain, you will find small mushrooms growing beside the firewood that is going to be dried in the shade.

Ji Mo dared to eat this kind of mushroom after identifying it. Zhu Rong saw him put the mushroom in the soup and refused to drink the soup. He didn't dare to try it until he saw that Ji Mo was fine after drinking it. drink a bowl.

After drinking, he said to Ji Mo, "I thought you were poisoning me to death."

This kind of mushroom of unknown origin, put it in the soup casually, is really the rhythm that will kill the whole family if you are not careful. When Zhu Rong saw the mushroom, he wondered if he was really too hard on Ji Mo and accumulated too much. There was so much hatred, which led Ji Mo to want to die together.

"how could be?"

Ji Mo was surprised, and then explained to Zhu Rong what kind of mushrooms are poisonous, and what kind of mushrooms are not poisonous. He made a lot of miscellaneous remarks, thanking him for being a doctor before, and he is quite familiar with these , After these words, I added a sentence, "The above are the usual situations, and there will be special cases, so be careful."

Many people in the wild think that brightly colored mushrooms are poisonous, but those gray and inconspicuous mushrooms are non-toxic, but in fact, those gray and inconspicuous mushrooms may be highly poisonous. Conspicuous and non-toxic.

"Is not this nonsensical?"

Zhu Rong commented like this, and didn't pay much attention to what Ji Mo said. Some children are like this. They always think that they have discovered some big secret, but when they really say it, they don't tell the truth.

They didn't mean to deceive people, they just thought it was interesting to say so.

When he was young, he would point to a red tumor on a certain leaf and tell people that it could be fried and eaten, and the taste was very good, but in fact, he didn't even know what it was.

Of course, he didn't expect others to tell him after eating it. He just said it casually, whether he believed it or not, and he was completely irresponsible for his own words.

On the contrary, there are some things he did when he grew up. The girl who admired him showed his favor to him. He didn't like that girl, so he just said some harsh demands, saying that if the other party can do it, it will prove that she is real. like him.

But so what?

If it is proved that he really likes him, will he really like the other party?

Totally impossible.

He didn't know what the betrayed heart thought, because those girls never appeared in front of him again, not when he was getting better, not after he suddenly encountered a catastrophe.

Most of the time, Zhu Rong was thinking that maybe his current life, such a result, was a kind of retribution.

Ji Mo didn't know what Zhu Rong was thinking about as a master. After eating at night, he began to wash and sleep step by step. He insisted on washing in the morning and evening every day, except when there was a wound on his face, he didn't wash his face. Other times, even if I can touch the uneven scars when I wash my face, I still insist on washing my face.

Zhu Rong had mocked him about washing his face.

"With such a face, there is nothing to wash, and no one will look after it is cleaned."

This is quite true, but Ji Mo has his own reasoning: "I feel comfortable after washing it! It's also hygienic, and I don't get sick easily."

After becoming a doctor, I really have a much lower tolerance for various diseases, especially getting sick because of unhygienic, it is a shame.

Ji Mo didn't have the nerve to get some skin care medicine for himself, but he couldn't tolerate himself with a dirty face all day long, even if no one was watching, his discomfort was always his own.

For this, there are several wooden basins in the wooden house.

Zhu Rong refused to spend money to buy a wooden basin, so Ji Mo asked him for a set of carpenter's tools, nothing special, just a few hammers and knives, and then cut wood and made the wooden basin by himself.

Seeing Ji Mo's ability, Zhu Rong was a little surprised: "Where did you learn this?"

"Does this still need to be learned? Isn't it something you can understand at a glance?"

Ji Mo said it easily, with a taste of ordinary learning, and made Zhu Rong speechless, so Zhu Rong didn't ask any more.

Afterwards, Ji Mo didn't talk about this topic again. He only made wooden stools after the wooden basin, and some other things, all of which are not big. At first glance, they are not complicated, but they can be done in one go. , This level itself is still problematic upon careful study.

But Zhu Rong didn't think too much about it. It's not easy to be a hunter. Every day, you have to go around the mountain to check the prey in the traps, set up new traps, and collect some fruit and bird eggs. Things to add variety to meals.

By the way, there are also wild vegetables. In this regard, Zhu Rong, who has lived in the mountains for many years, can be regarded as an expert.

When Ji Mo was young, Zhu Rong never took him to the mountains, but only let him stay in the wooden house. In a nearby area, the forest was felled, and instead of making a fence, there were more ropes made of vines. The net can block some small animals from approaching.

In winter, the door will not be blocked by wild animals without knowing it.

When Ji Mo was older, when Zhu Rong occasionally picked wild vegetables, he would also take him there, each with a basket full, and then wash and add vegetables.

Zhu Rong never specifically asks Ji Mo to do these trivial things in life. Sometimes Ji Mo sees Zhu Rong going to work, and asks himself if he can follow. Sometimes he will be agreed, and sometimes Just reprimand him and let him practice the music in the house.

In general, the master Zhu Rong is really responsible, raising and teaching Ji Mo, and not letting him do some messy things to delay his study time, except for getting a knife in the face every year, Other times are fine.

Early the next morning, Ji Mo got up to cook. Zhu Rong used to do these things. This year, Ji Mo has grown taller, so he took over the work.

There is no need to say anything specifically, just get up early and cook at the stove built outside the wooden house. Ji Mo is already familiar with such things as lighting a fire and cooking, and it doesn't take much effort.

When Zhu Rong woke up and saw the ready-made rice, Zhu Rong didn't dare to eat it for the first time, as if he was afraid that Ji Mo would be poisoned, and then he gradually got used to it. Occasionally, he would order food and ask him to boil eggs , cut a pickle, or simply make an egg soup or other side dishes.

Ji Mo’s breakfast is always simple. If there are steamed buns, heat the steamed buns, put a small handful of rice in the boiling water, wait until the steamed buns are soft and the porridge below is ready, then take a piece of pickled vegetables from the jar, cut everything , you can eat it with rice porridge and steamed buns.

Zhu Rong is also very used to it now, sitting on the small stool made by Ji Mo and waiting, and when the meal is ready, he will change to sit at the table, wait quietly for the rice bowl to be handed to him, and just eat with chopsticks.

After the meal, he yawned and picked his teeth, Zhu Rong asked, "Do you still remember how to write the score?"

"remember."

As Ji Mo said, he shook off the water from his hands, picked up the wooden stick that was casually thrown down yesterday, rubbed the ground with his feet to create a flat surface, and then took the wooden stick to write on it.

Seeing that he wrote seriously, Zhu Rong stood up and looked at it, because Ji Mo hadn't finished the breathing method of "Phoenix Yin", so he just wrote the score, and didn't specifically mark the key to breathing.

When Zhu Rong watched it, it seemed as if he already had a breathing method in his mind, and he followed the note down. At the fourth note, he couldn't help coughing, "No, it's not right here."

He stopped Ji Mo, pointed to the fourth note, and said, "This is wrong, you wrote it wrong."

Ji Mo was startled, could it be that there is a score like "Phoenix Yin" here, and he really wrote it wrong?

Seeing that Ji Mo was stunned, Zhu Rong pointed with a longer wooden stick, scratched the ground, crossed out the sound, and replaced it with another sound, before finishing writing, he said, "No, it's not right either. , this is inappropriate..." Then the next sound was changed, and then the next...

At first he still remembered that he wanted to tell Ji Mo, but later he became obsessed with changing the text, and kept painting on it, so that the small piece of ground was scratched messily.

"No, it's still not right...why it's still not right...the sound is inappropriate...could it be the same sound...no, it's not right..."

Zhu Rong looked at the ground as if obsessed, and the wooden stick kept scribbling on it. Ji Mo looked a little worried, is this obsessed?

"Master?" He called out tentatively, seeing that Zhu Rong ignored him, he went to pull Zhu Rong's arm, just in time to pull the hand holding the small wooden stick, the wooden stick pierced, and directly crossed out those few notes , Zhu Rong's mind was also cleared.

"Where did you get the score? It's not a tune, it's a fool!"

Zhu Rong threw the wooden stick directly, and came to a conclusion, and seemed a little annoyed that Ji Mo used it to amuse himself.

Ji Mo is dumb, fooling people?no?Sure enough, this song is too special, can't the second-order world play it?

But what's the point?The first-order world is ok, but the second-order world is not. Why?