Chapter 6

"His body should have been recuperated. He can't waste his mind any more. If he moves for a moment, he will live less!" Leyou looked at Munna, who was writing under the eaves, and couldn't help sighing deeply.

Lele did not answer. With tears in his eyes, he hurried to take a new ink strip and grind it carefully to the good water.

After drawing Taiping Tu, Munna's situation was getting worse day by day. He insisted on taking classes for a few days, and he really couldn't move his feet before giving up. Leyou's ancestors and grandchildren simply lived in his house. After all, human life was at all, and Leyou did not dare to despise it. Every day, he changed his way to prescribe a life-saving prescription. At the beginning, Mengna refused to drink it and was scared by him with a silver needle. Thinking about it, compared with a hedgehog that became a sore all over his body after death, he still had to die better to drink medicine. Then he frowned and pinched it. Nose, pour down the strange black juice.

Maybe he knows that every moment of sobriety is precious. As long as there is a trace of clarity, he will struggle to get up, lie on the table under the eaves, grab the brush and paint crazily. He painted a lot of things, such as hanging mountains, hanging temples, colleges, green bamboo forests, burning peach blossoms on the wall, big tigers and small tigers. The most paintings are a man who always looks up to the sky. He is extremely strong, sometimes angry, sometimes he laughs, sometimes his face is full of beards, only the tiger's eyes are wide open, and sometimes his face is neat and tidy. Great abnormality.

He was so tired that he lay on the table, looked at the rugged path outside the firewood gate, and silently fell asleep. When he woke up, he touched the brush again and wrote the hopeless life with the thickest ink.

It seems that the whole mountain forest is like a sleepy dream, and the occasional sound of insects is unintentionally muttering and stopping. Such an afternoon is suitable for... to die.

It has been two and a half months. Manna clearly remembers that the sun in the west was like blood that day. When he woke up, Meng Lao was coaxed away by the quack doctor and left without saying goodbye.

He can't help but forgive him, and there is no way not to forgive everyone. It was them who loved him and hurt him, which made his perfect life.

Dead and never be shaken.

Relying on Leyou's medicine to survive until now, his conscience has been tormented, and the medicinal materials are extremely precious. Every bowl of medicine can make a poor family live a good life for the past year. The abbot and he are not relatives, and they can even be said to be the son of the enemy who took his wife and killed his mother. How can he bear such kindness?

He has made a wish. He believes that Meng Lao will understand his mind when he comes back and live a good life. So, three days ago, he secretly poured the medicine into the orchid bushes on the steps while he was unprepared. After not taking medicine for three days, I became more and more sleepy. On the first day, I could wake up for two hours. On the second day, I was only conscious for a while when the midday yang was at its peak. However, even the strength to raise my hand was lost.

Even in midsummer, the afternoon sun still makes him feel cold. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the sky. The sun turned into a colorful color under his long eyelashes. Some were redder than the blood spewed by his father when he cut his head, some were greener than his brother's ferocious face, and some were greener than the vegetable seedlings he planted with his mother when he was a child. Some are bluer than the cloud satin on the man... In the confusion, the sun turned into the flame in Meng Lao's eyes. When the flames ignited, there was a dark fragrance in his heart.

What kind of sound came through the forest and flowers? It wandered low in his ears. Was it the song of the black-winged butterflies, or the whimper of the wind, and the reluctant separation of the stream. The corners of his mouth bent an arc, and touched a picture just completed on the case with his trembling fingers. On the painting, Meng Lao Dressed in a uniform, with an arrogant smile, one hand pressed on the knife around the waist, the other hand waved in the air, as if pointing the country, majestic.

It seemed that his whole body became light. With the sunshine dance, he saw his mother wadding to him, his father following his mother dejectedly, the shawl lady, many dead relatives, and even the dog he raised when he was a child...

He saw Lele running in a hurry and opened his mouth and shouted, but he couldn't hear any sound. He wanted to persuade him not to panic. His relatives came to pick him up. Lele rushed out desperately. Then, Leyou came and pierced his body with a long silver needle. The abbot also came, with a few long white eyebrows. The monk in Xu took turns to protect his heart with his inner strength.

My mother looked at him with tears in her eyes and said lightly, "A lazy, go back. Someone can't bear to part with you."

He slowly floated back again, and finally heard the crying of Lele, the sighs of many people, and the continuous praise of the scriptures.

The colorful sunlight slowly faded away, and the sky and the earth fell silent again. Occasionally, there was a blue and yellow leaf spinning down, as if someone had left a wordless book.

"What are you doing!" As if there was a crash in the clear sky, the busy people turned around and saw the big tiger and the little tiger jumping up and down, screaming strangely. At this time, Chai Fei fell down, and a man who was scarred and savage rushed in, threw the bag in his hand at the foot of Leyou, and roared in a hoarse voice, "Lazy, I'm back!"

At that moment, the earth shook, and the sun and moon changed color. The abbot who was doing his work spewed out blood and pointed to him and scolded weakly, "Dead boy, you want to kill me!"

With this roar, the chaos in Meng Na's mind seemed to be split open. The trembling began with his fingers and spread all the way to his heart, and forced thousands of words to his chest and throat. His mouth was slightly, and the surging emotions surged.

When I walked to the end of the water and sat and watched the clouds rise, after a big dream woke up, there was only a low moan.

This sound is like throwing a boulder in the stagnant water. In an instant, it was full of waves.

Some people inside and outside cried bitterly, some bowed their heads silently, some walked away quietly, and some looked at the sky blankly, lamenting the mercy of fate.

Leyou poured all the silver snakes into a big pot, and sighed in his heart. He didn't expect that there were ice snakes in the world, and he didn't expect that for the sake of the people he cared about, some people were willing to test the risk.

When he lit a fire, there was a sudden panic in the yard. Lele rushed in and shouted, "Grandpa, Meng Jiaoxi fainted!" Leyou hurriedly asked Lele to watch the fire and came out to have a look. Meng Lao lay straight in the yard. Mengna under the eaves was leaning softly on the desk, stretching out to him and staring at his face with tears.

He was so sad that he asked everyone to get out of the way and squatted beside him with a basin of water. Even after practicing medicine for many years, when he saw the wounds all over his body, he still took a breath of cold air. There was almost no place in his whole body. Some wounds had grown together with his clothes. He had to cut the clothes one by one and wash the wounds again to stop the bleeding. After a while, the yard was full of blood and smelly.

The ice snake is the most poisonous in the world. If it is bitten, it can kill in three steps. Leyou tremblingly peels off his heavily tied calf, and suddenly found a large piece of cyan carrion on his left leg. It was tied tightly with a cloth near the knee, and the tooth marks in the middle had become black. It seems that he had something to prevent and find a cure. Leyou was relieved and found a deep claw mark on his chest. It seemed that it was left by some beast. Fortunately, he did not hurt his internal organs. Meng Lao also simply applied it with herbs in the mountain, and the wound did not worsen.

After checking all the way, Leyou unconsciously sweated coldly. When the wound was reprocessed, he finally sighed. He looked up and smiled at Meng Na's frightened eyes and said, "Don't worry, he is so strong that he can't die!"

The tight strings in Munna's mind loosened, and his eyes immediately turned over and fainted.

Listening to it, the tiger roars in the mountains and forests, the bright blue sunshine is like a murderous sword, the white sharp blade pierces the chest, and even the bones are astringent.

Meng Lao almost forgot what he had encountered. He kept looking for it day and night. There was only a lazy smile left in his mind, reminding him of one thing. He was there, and the smile was there. If he died, the smile would disappear.

How can he be willing to give up?

From a painful and helpless face to an unconcealed smile in front of him, his lazy finally came out of the past. How could he be willing to let the smile disappear? He couldn't even imagine how he would face the long night and long loneliness without his gentle laziness.

Two months in Taiping Mountain were like a nightmare. In the dream, there were footsteps that could never stop. The horseshoe was broken, the lonely apes roared, and a tiger roared. The sharp claws made his blood splash.

In the dream, the crane-haired old man living in seclusion in the mountain showed him the location of the underground cold pool in the deep valley. The ice snake was afraid of fire. He stayed in the dark cave for a few days. It was not until he could vaguely identify things in the dark that he walked down the cold pool step by step. When he was in the water, there was only one feeling - pain.

Even if he ate Ganoderma lucidum, which can cure all kinds of poisons by the cold pool, and the poisonous teeth of the ice snake, still made him miserable. He only felt the pain, and the pain of his heart diverged from every wound to his heart. The pain made his internal organs hang together. He vomited again and again and dizzled, but with the help of pain, he woke up and caught it full. When he was a hundred times, he couldn't stand the pain anymore. He grabbed the wound on his chest with one hand to relieve the pain.

When he woke up from the dream, Munna's face was in front of him, as pale as before and as beautiful as before. At that moment, all the pain was worth it. His lazy will not fall asleep forever and can no longer wake up.

The two were silently facing each other. They didn't know how long their eyes had been entangled. Meng Lao's black eyes had the other party's worries, and Meng Na's tears had the other party's relief. The frenzy surged up and roared and retreated, leaving a still water, rippled with the breeze.

At this time, the language was superfluous. The wind swept over the floating clouds, smiled and sprinkled a few green leaves, like an enthusiastic messenger, telling them that the past followed the wind, swirled, and the red sun sprayed thinly for a long time.

Meng Lao finally couldn't help but tremble and stretched out his hand. A drop of Meng Na's tears hung on his eyelashes and gently rubbed it into the rough palm. Hot tears fell into the palm of his hand, involving a faint pain. Those memories of pain came overwhelmingly. Meng Lao snorted softly. Meng Na's face suddenly turned pale, holding his hand, and his whole body couldn't help trembling. Meng Lao had never seen him in such a hurry. He laughed so much that his beard fluttered all over his face, which was very strange.

Muna frowned, grabbed the long beard on his cheek, grinned at him, turned around and took out a knife to shave his face. Meng Lao simply closed his eyes and felt his warm and fragrant breath. After finally cleaning up a handsome face, Monna sighed, touched the familiar scars on his face, and gently sensed his real temperature with his lips.

He drew a little goodbye, but he knew how difficult he was to give up. With every stroke, he touched a painful name in his chest, like a cold light, cold and ruthless alone.

Meng Lao came back with scars all over his body and slept for three days. He accompanied him for three days and was worried for three days. He understood that his pain was only a little bit, and even said it was a joke. He was suddenly a little panicked. He only had a broken heart, how to respond to the deep feelings.

As soon as he woke up, Meng Lao still couldn't lift a trace of strength. He let his lazy kiss gently and be as a child. Munna kissed him, suddenly patted his head and moved to the kitchen step by step. After a sonorous breath, he came out with a bowl of porridge, lay beside him and fed him little by little, and stopped from time to time. Gently wipe his mouth. It's okay for Meng Lao not to eat. He took two bites. The more he ate, the more hungry he became. He thought that he was feeding too slowly. With a low curse, he grabbed the bowl and poured it into the sky. Muna maintained the posture of holding a bowl and was stunned to see that he had finished eating. Just as he wanted to serve again, Meng Lao stood up with a carp and rushed into the kitchen in three steps and two steps. Wow, he roared, "Who makes a mess? Don't make trouble if you can't do anything!"

Mana looked at his blue and purple hands, sat up on the threshold angrily, holding his chin to look at the floating clouds in the sky. Meng Lao quickly got out and rushed up to pick him up. There was a burst of ** in his chest and throat, and roared, "Have you drunk the medicine? Is it useful?"

"If it doesn't work, I'll be well picked up by you!" Muna cursed secretly, swung his fist, and caught a glimpse of his scars all over his body. He really couldn't get down. He opened his arms and hugged him and muttered, "I'm fine, thank you!"

Meng Lao suddenly burst into a burst of laughter, "Oh, my God, you're really good, lazy, my lazy..." He didn't know how to express his excitement, picked him up and threw him high into the sky.

Poor Munna didn't have a few or two weights in the first place. In addition, he was so thin that he was not in shape. He threw it with all his strength and shot out like an arrow from the string. He flew all the time. He hit the eaves and fell down dizzyly.

Everyone knows that Meng Lao is the most idle person, so when Meng Lao appeared with a chair on his back the next day, everyone was not surprised, but when Meng Na, who was tightly wrapped in the chair, showed his face, several young men still screamed out.

Hearing the cry, Meng Lao quickly stuffed his lazy face into his clothes, smiled awkwardly at everyone, bowed respectfully, and said loudly, "Thank you for taking care of my lazy!"

Everyone watched the two bitter mandarin ducks come over. They sighed and returned the gifts with a smile on their faces. Mr. Qian slowly came from a distance, nodded to him with a smile, sat next to Meng Na, fixed his eyes, and said with a smile, "God, how did you make it like this?"

Montana had a blue-nosed and swollen pig's head. He didn't want to come out of class. He was scratched out of the quilt by Meng Lao. He wiped his face randomly and stuffed it into the chair. As soon as he woke up, he was already in the college. How could he swallow the breath in his heart? He simply pulled down the masked clothes. He threw it on Meng Lao's head.

Seeing his battle, everyone understood a little and covered their faces and sneered one after another. Mr. Qian coughed a few times and slowly walked into the library. Meng Lao smiled and moved out of the mat, untied Meng Na, who was tied tightly on the chair, gently moved to the mat, turned upside down the tea, looked up and down at him, felt that he had served him well, touched his head habitually, and ran away with a smile.

For a while, Mr. Qian held out a pile of paintings and greeted several teachers taught by the calligraphy and painting group. Everyone sat around Meng Na. Mr. Qian passed on the paintings one by one and asked everyone to give their opinions.

It turned out that during the period when he left Monna, Mr. Qian painstakingly thought about the content he taught, and used the method of inspiration and guidance to let the students experience the artistic conception of the blending of the situation, which was intended to be outside the painting, the emotion was in the scene, and the mixture of scenes, which was meaningful.

Mr. Qian had a ten-year test a few days ago. With the title of "Deep Mountain Hidden Ancient Temple", he asked each student to make a painting to show the deep meaning in it. The painting has just been taken back. He was very interested in several of them, specially to solicit everyone's opinions and give a rating.

Monna looked at it and didn't say anything. He leaned diagonally against the back, picked up a wisp of hair that was rubbed by Monna, and gently twisted it. Mr. Qian glanced at him and knew that he was confident and didn't say anything. He smiled and said, "The 'Deep Mountain Hidden Ancient Temple' should be based on 'Hidden'. Do you have any ideas?"

The masters seemed to be enlightened. They quickly picked out the directly drawn temples, labeled them as C, etc. The remaining pieces of money were spread out and suppressed with paper, and began to discuss them one by one.

At this time, Meng Lao came running with a steamer and was sweating all over. A young master joked from afar, "Meng Jiaoxi, what kind of delicious food did you send to your lazy?"

Meng Lao put down the steamer with a smile. As soon as it was opened, a fragrance came to his nose. It turned out to be a freshly steamed meat bun. How could the masters resist this kind of **? They were not polite. As soon as they rushed up, they grabbed it in the blink of an eye. Meng Lao hurriedly caught two of them and blew them to Mengna's side. Seeing that everyone was busy, he was a little embarrassed. After sitting on the desk, he blew a few times and carefully sent them to Mengna's mouth.

Meng Na saw that everyone was watching, and his face turned red. He turned around and stared at him. Meng Laosan laughed twice and withdrew his hand. Mr. Qian laughed, "Meng Jiaoxi, your craftsmanship is really extraordinary. I drool just by smelling this fragrance. He asked brazenly, do you still have steamed buns?"

Meng Lao nodded in a hurry and said happily, "Yes, I made a lot today. My lazy likes to eat."

"If you don't die in a great disaster, you will be blessed!" A husband laughed and said, "Your lazy family is there, and we also have good luck. Fortunately!"

Mana's nose was sore. He lowered his head and pretended to look at the painting. He smiled and said, "The meaning of 'hidden' is that you don't see its shape, you don't hear its sound, but you can know where it is. Look at this picture. There is no temple and no eaves. There is only one monk who went down the mountain to flow water, which is implicit and profound. However, I prefer the picture, which is also without a temple. On the long mountain road, a woman carries a simple bag and bows to the front. As you know, this custom, if the family members in the family are sick, in order to seek God's blessing, their family will worship all the way from home to the temple. All the way, their knees and their foreheads and hands are rubbed with blood. The meat is blurred, and the family affection is all on the way.

Everyone sighed. Mr. Qian hurriedly marked A and so on the water map of the monk, and others marked B, etc., and the twisted beard sighed, "Love is outside the painting, and the intention is in the painting. It's really rare. Meng Fuzi, your proud disciple is really extraordinary!"

"Oh?" Munna frowned and said, "This painter is..."

"Yu Yan!" Mr. Qian was very excited, "It's really rare to be a talent. He is not only a first-class person in all subjects, but also low-key, humble and polite to the masters, and will become a great weapon in the future!"

Hearing that the people he was familiar with were praised, Meng Lao also laughed. Seeing that the steamed bun in his hand was a little cold, he casually handed it to Meng Na's mouth. Monna may also be hungry and subconsciously took a bite. Seeing that everyone's eyes were burning, he couldn't hang his face. He grabbed the steamed bun and whispered, "Go and get it again!"

Meng Lao agreed and ran away happily. Looking at his back, Meng Na couldn't help laughing. Mr. Qian smiled and said, "Mr. Meng, you'd better sort out your paintings these days by yourself. I really dare not over it." He twisted and laughed, "The "Taiping Picture" is the best work I have seen in my life. I have framed and collected them in Yanbo Pavilion. As for other paintings, the mountain chief wants to set up a special room in the library for everyone to enjoy. Please ask Mencius to decide."

Meng Na said, "You don't have to work so hard. Those paintings are really difficult to be elegant. Just deal with them casually."

Mr. Qian smiled and said no. He collected the students' paintings, walked leisurely into the library, and took out the teaching content he had sorted out for a while, and asked Meng Na to correct it. Munna admired his serious attitude very much, put away his laziness and began to re-edit.

After a while, Meng Lao came over with a steamed bun, took two of them and walked behind Monna, blew them to his mouth. Monna snorted, "Do you want to support me to death!" Go ahead!"

"The mountain chief won't let me work!" Meng Lao sat down, tilted his head and looked at him with a smile, and still insisted on sending the steamed buns to his mouth. Manna had no choice but to take a small bite and whispered, "I really can't eat it. I have no appetite!"

Meng Lao frowned and twisted his eyebrows. He ate the steamed buns in three or two mouthfuls. He drank all the tea, poured some water in the small kitchen, and filled everyone's teapot with boiling water. Seeing that he buried his head in writing again, he was bored and got into the library, drilled around in rows of bookcases, and muttered to himself. Mr. Qian happened to see it and smiled, "What are you looking for?"

Meng Lao touched his head and said, "My lazy man has a bad appetite. I'm looking for a book on diet therapy."

After Mr. Qian walked to a row of bookcases, he casually pulled out a book and handed it to him. He muttered, "It's a pity that Dr. Le has left. You can still ask him for advice. Two days ago, when we were chatting, he said that although the poison was solved, the gastrointestinal damage could not be cured in a year or two. We need to recuperate more in the future.

"No wonder he doesn't want to eat anything. It's really embarrassing for me!" Meng Lao stuffed the book into his arms and was about to leave. Mr. Qian grabbed him and said, "Come with me. I have something to show you!"

The two walked to the Yanbo Pavilion upstairs. Mr. Qian opened a box and sighed, "These were painted by Mencius when you left. We also thought that he would not be alive soon, and all of them were collected here. Take your time. I'll go first."

Seeing his lazy painstaking efforts, Meng Lao couldn't hide his excitement. He knelt devoutly by the box and looked over carefully one by one. His heart beat faster and faster, and the forgotten pain spread away, and even his fingers trembled.

He saw countless himself, laughing, meditating and angry. Every stroke was thick and colorful, as if he had exhausted all the strength of his whole body. In each picture, his eyes were extremely bright, as if the man had melted all the light and fire into his stagnant eyes, sinking at the bottom of the wave. People's despair.

His lazy man, who was so close to death, was full of him, reminding him to be strong and always treat life with his head held high.

The wind stirred up a wisp of silent golden yellow in front of the window with an affectionate gesture. The last one was that he was dressed in armor, pressed a big knife in his hand, and was majestic. There seemed to be thousands of troops and horses rushing in his heart. He wished to rush to the cliff and roar at the mountains.

His lazy person inspires him in this way, so that he should not be sad and let him be an upright hero.

He solemnly put away all the paintings and closed the box. Opening the window, his lazy man was still struggling to write, wearing sunshine, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling. In the distance, the flowing light was flying, and the clouds seemed to be burning lively, burning all over the sky.

It's like a different world.