Episode 16: Even if there are thousands of sorrows, who to talk to 1

"Master, I brought people here."

The spring breeze of the young man who kicked open the door and strode in was full of face, regardless of the people behind him who were so scared by him that they dared not take a step.

The man in black, who was sitting idle and stroking the piano, raised his head with a slightly troubled expression: "Hua Ying, how many times have I told you to push the door with your hand." The young man waved his hand: "In the end, the door opened, just care so much about him. Master, I brought the person mentioned last time.

Only then did the man in black notice the strange man with a frightened face outside the door and looked at his apprentice anxiously: "It's so unruly to have a guest." Then he quickly greeted him and said, "Sir, please."

The three guests came to the tea room behind the piano room together. The man in black began to crush the tea seriously and sent his apprentice to fre water to boil it.

In fact, the visitor is just a middle-aged man in simple and ordinary appearance. He has never been treated as a guest. When he sat on the cushion, he seemed at a loss and a pair of rough hands clenched together. The man in black noticed his movements and smiled: "Sir, you don't have to be so reserved. I just want to ask you to do some gadgets. It's also to listen to Hua Ying - that is, the child who brought you has talked about his skills, so no matter what, if you want to meet him, it was the apprentice who took the liberty of inviting him up the mountain. . "

"Ah, no, no! What's the matter with the prince," the middle-aged man waved his hand in a hurry. "My craftsmanship is normal, and I'm afraid the things I make are not worthy of the prince."

Hua Ying had fed the water and was pouring into the water beside her. Hearing the words, she shouted, "Sir, why should I be humble? It took several days for the master to untie the lock you made last time. There is no more powerful craftsman than you in the world!" After being praised by him, the middle-aged man's whole face turned red and he rubbed his hands and didn't know what to say.

"Hua Ying, don't talk so loudly. It's rude to the guests." The man in black scolded again, but his tone was also faint, and there was no deep reproach.

The middle-aged man blushed shyly and asked, "What does this gentleman want to do?"

"Well, that's right. I heard that this water recipe is still wood, but I'm not sure what I bought. In case I use it soon, I have to buy it again. I can't bear to throw away the old one. It's hard to guarantee that it won't be read, so I'd like to trouble you to make one that can be used for a longer time."

Maybe the smile in front of him is really enough to appease him. The middle-aged man gradually calmed down and nodded: "Of course, that's no problem. Are there any requirements? What size and what do you want to decorate?

"You don't need anything else. Just put it there to hold water. It's almost the same as this. It's useless to make it too beautiful. The key is not to miss it." The man in black gently put the minced tea into the big tea bowl. When he was idle, he picked up the lock he carried with him and played with him. That day, Huaying went down the mountain and accidentally found this thing. He thought that the master would be interested and brought it back. Unexpectedly, the master was not only interested in the lock itself, but also wanted to see the person who made the lock. Huaying had always been impatient and brought him back when he went down the mountain a few days later.

"Do you like these things?" Seeing that he was interested in playing with what he made, the middle-aged man was a little proud and boldly took the initiative to ask.

"Well," the man in black looked up and smiled at him. "The more exquisite the mechanism, the more I like it. It's probably a kind of paranoia. I always feel that there should be no difficult mechanism and problems in the world. If it can be set, it must be solved."

The middle-aged man nodded quickly: "That's good. I've done a lot of these when I'm idle. Can I send them together after I finish the things tomorrow?

"Okay, this one took me three days, and there are a few more clever things. I don't have to worry about the long time." The man in black looked really happy, which made him more confident in his craftsmanship.

Is it really exquisite? No one has ever praised him in the past.

Originally, when he lived in the town, the people in the town were more good at burning and casting. He felt ridiculous and puzzled by him fiddling with the firewood used to burn fire all day long. In addition, he had a younger brother who was particularly good at burning mutton fat and white porcelain. Naturally, he was more than a brother, and he was regarded as a person who did nothing.

Are you really an excellent craftsman?

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Si Si looked curiously at his owner's horse lantern-like face and ate the white fruit sent by the patient.

"It's inexplicable!" Wei Tanyi patted the letterhead in his hand on the table, "If you have time to find a broken bottle, why don't you go to her!"

She came to the store for more than three months, and it was really not easy to see her owner lose his temper, so she was full of curiosity about the person who wrote the letter.

With a lot of anger on the letter, Wei Tanyi shook his hand out of the door, and Si Si took the opportunity to climb out of bed. Although it's still a little reluctant, it's okay to walk to the table.

"My disciple's sandalwood clothes, for the loss of a precious thing in the teacher's room, I hope to try my best to find it. The disaster has been painted on it, and you will be able to recognize it. After reading it again, I probably understood. The master of his master did not go to find the painter, but cherished the items she left traces of. The woman named misfortune was probably the master's mother of her master. On the contrary, she was a little similar to Lord Han Ruqi. She pointed to her sideways and smiled, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the indow in the corner.

——Ji Yufu

When Wei Tanyi returned to the room, he was bumping into the truth when he fell down on the table. The letterhead that was originally placed on the table fell to the ground, and there was the red blood on the big beach. Si Si, what's the matter?" He hurried forward to pick up the quenching.

The girl in purple was still spitting blood out. She stretched out her hand as if to say something to him, but she couldn't make a sound at all, and finally fainted in his arms weakly. Si Si? Si Si, wake up, what on earth did you send?" Wei Tanyi called several times and didn't see her wake up, so she had to take her to bed, and then quickly trapped her with the charm of the usual prisoner, so as not to scatter her soul when her mind was fragile.

It was easy to stabilize the situation. Wei Tanyi sat by the bed with a confused face, wiped the blood stains on her cheeks, and muttered to himself, "It shouldn't be."

The next day, Han Ruxu brought Bai Guo to visit the doctor again, but was stopped by Wei Tanyi in the store.

"Do you vomit blood again? You," Han Ruxu's eyes rolled white, "What kind of messy spell did you use?"

"This time it has absolutely nothing to do with me. I just went out less than a column of incense, and when I came back, she had already fallen to the table. It's hard for me to believe that someone can give her such a heavy hand unconsciously.

Wei Tanyi's face was pale, and it looked like someone moved his things without permission. Could it be the woman from last time?" Han Ruqi touched his chin and asked.

"Are you talking about Leliang Night?" After frowning and thinking about it, Wei Tanyi shook her head, "She tried her best last time to barely escape, and she never dared to come again."

"I just don't dare to do it rashly when you're not hurting Si, right?"

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Original poem: "Yu Lin Ling", even if there are thousands of amorous feelings, who to talk to.