Rong Zhiguo was smoking a semi-permanent cigarette and was bored by everything he looked at.
The eldest brother looked at the master's face and said cautiously: "Master, how about I go look for it..."
"What are you looking for?" Rong Zhiguo raised his eyes, "How can someone as big as her get lost on the train?"
The senior brother was injured again and silently opened the book without making a sound.
Lin Nianhe listened behind for a long time, pursed his lips, smiled and leaned over, holding his voice and said: "Who is Comrade Rong Zhiguo? A girl named Lin Nianhe fell down!"
"What?"
Rong Zhiguo stood up suddenly and didn't care if his cigarette fell to the ground.
"Who without eyes would trip up my apprentice?"
Well, I just dumped the blame before asking the truth.
Lin Nianhe gained a new understanding of her master - he has the potential to be a bear parent.
Rong Zhiguo turned around and saw Lin Nianhe with a smile in his eyes.
He paused and slapped Lin Nianhe on the head.
He sat back on the bunk again, picked up half of the cigarette on the ground, wiped away the dust with his fingers, then rummaged through his pocket for the matchbox.
Lin Nianhe quickly took out a box of matches from his pocket, lit a fire and handed it over.
"snort!"
Rong Zhiguo snorted coldly.
"Master, these are the matches that I packed and laid with my own hands. Can you show me some respect and see if the matches I packed are particularly useful?" Lin Nianhe put a shy smile on his face and put the flame towards it.
Rong Zhiguo had steps and walked extraordinarily steadily.
He lit the cigarette, patted the back of Lin Nianhe's hand twice, leaned against the wall of the carriage, and asked as if nothing was wrong: "What's wrong with you?"
The best solution is to ignore the incident just now, otherwise everyone will be embarrassed.
The moment the senior brother saw Lin Nianhe, he stood up and gave up his seat. He looked at Lin Nianhe as if he was seeing a savior.
Lin Nianhe smiled and said hello to his senior brother. He didn't see Chang Jinzhong, so he probably went to chat with other factory directors. Without asking any questions, she sat down next to Rong Zhiguo and served the tea: "I got some jasmine tea a few days ago. I don't understand tea, so I drank it and wasted it. No, I brought it here to honor you." Well."
Rong Zhiguo loved tea, and there was always tea in his teapot. His famous tea was Gao Shao, which is powdered tea leaves. The old Beijing people also gave it a nice name, called Gypsophila.
Lin Nianhe said, offering the tin can containing tea: "Do you want to take a look?"
Rong Zhiguo took the jar, but did not open it immediately. Instead, he looked at the matchbox that Lin Nianhe casually placed on the table and frowned.
Why is this girl going to paste matchboxes? Don't you have no money?
"Master?" Lin Nianhe looked at him strangely and shouted again.
"Why."
Rong Zhiguo responded, opened the tea can and smelled it. The elegant fragrance of jasmine actually covered up all the unpleasant smells in the train carriage.
It looks like good tea at first glance.
Rong Zhiguo couldn't help but feel distressed: "How much does this cost?"
Lin Nianhe's face was not red and he was out of breath: "I don't know, someone else gave it to me."
It's a fake gift given by others, but I don't know how much one tael is, but it's real. When she was stocking up on tea, she scanned the inventory of several tea mountains. They all directly negotiated the total price. How could she calculate the list price?
Rong Zhiguo clicked his tongue and quickly covered the tea can to prevent the taste from being tainted.
Lin Nianhe saw that his teapot was empty and said, "Shall I get you some water to make tea?"
"No, I'm not thirsty." Rong Zhiguo shook his head directly.
The people in this carriage were all factories in the capital. Eight out of ten people in this group loved tea, and they all had familiar faces. He couldn't bear to share the tea leaves with them. Drinking tea alone would definitely lead to being criticized. Angry, so he chose not to drink and hide it! Don’t even think about taking away a tea stem from Chang Jinzhong!
Rong Zhiguo put the tea can back into his satchel, turned around and saw a pile of paper in Lin Nianhe's arms, and asked, "What is this?"
"Hehe," Lin Nianhe smiled before answering, "I drew a new picture, but I don't know what to do. I want to ask you to give me some help."
"Tsk," Rong Zhiguo gasped, "Why are you here all of a sudden, girl? Mechanical design is not as easy as you think. The things that exist now were made by countless people after countless improvements. Don't think that you will encounter this problem. If you do it once, you can always succeed, and you will cry again in the end.”
Rong Zhiguo said a lesson.
He was mainly worried that Lin Nianhe's study time was too short. He always felt that machinery was a very simple thing and would cry if he was frustrated halfway.
He was annoyed. Really, he was most annoyed by the little girl crying.
Lin Nianhe nodded obediently, but didn't take back the hand that held out the drawings.
Rong Zhiguo put out his cigarette and looked at the drawing carefully.
He originally just wanted to take a look, and then try to find something from the trash heap that he could say something nice about, so as not to make her picture worthless and make her make trouble with him, but as he looked at it, he frowned unconsciously. His face wrinkled and his expression became serious.
The senior brother's book always stayed on the first page. Seeing the master's expression, he winked at Lin Nianhe and signaled her not to speak.
When the master looked like this, he was mesmerized. Who dared to interrupt him at this time? He could greet the other person's eight generations of ancestors.
Lin Nianhe received the reminder from his senior brother and nodded clearly.
She stood up quietly and picked up Rong Zhiguo's teapot.
The senior brother waved his hand for her to stop, took out an oil paper bag from his bag, opened it, pinched out a handful of powdered tea leaves and put it in.
Lin Nianhe went to the conductor to ask for water with an empty teapot.
She wanted to make a cup of tea to show off her skills, but the first step was ruined - the tea leaves were too broken, and there was no professional tea set. If she had to wash the tea, she would probably have to remove half of the tea leaves.
She could only give up and return to her bunk with the teapot.
Chang Jinzhong hasn't come back yet, and no one else has come here. The senior brother is concentrating on reading, and the master is obsessed with looking at pictures. Lin Nianhe put down the teapot, sat back next to Rong Zhiguo, and leaned against the carriage with his eyes closed to relax.
Lin Nianhe didn't know when he fell asleep. She was called out by Rong Zhiguo.
"Hey? What's wrong!"
She opened her eyes suddenly and subconsciously jumped up. In the middle of the movement, she was hit on the head by the bed board of the upper bunk, and countless gold stars immediately flashed in front of her eyes.
"Woo..."
Lin Nianhe covered his head, tears falling from the pain.
Rong Zhiguo and his senior brother were shocked by such a turn of events. Rong Zhiguo was like a child who had done something wrong. He subconsciously patted Lin Nianhe on the back and muttered: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay..."
After such a collision, Lin Nianhe was completely awake, but his head was a little dizzy.
She opened her large, clear eyes and asked with tears in her eyes: "Master, is someone blowing up the train?"
Rong Zhiguo: "..."
He suppressed the disgust on his lips and said, "How's it going? Why don't you go see a doctor?"
He was very worried. It was rare to find a clever little apprentice, so don't make him stupid.
Lin Nianhe shook her head. She no longer felt dizzy, so she said, "It's okay, it doesn't matter...Master, what happened to you just now?"
Rong Zhiguo was stunned.
What did he remember just now?
forget.
Rong Zhiguo turned to look at his eldest disciple: "Hey, tell the girl what I just told you."
The senior brother looked astonished: "Master, you didn't say a word to me just now!"
"What? Didn't you hear? What's the use of asking you every day."
"..."
