After lunch, Zhu Pingan carried a jar of Zhuangyuanhong, tied a bag of new tea and a box of donkey-hide gelatin together with a red rope, carried them together, and walked slowly towards Shanghe Village in a breeze carrying soil moisture. go. n∈n∈,.
Zhu Ping'an visited his mentor in Shanghe Village. He brought Zhuangyuanhong and new tea to his mentor, and Ajiao gave it to his wife. Time flies so fast. It has been a long time since I left Xiahe last time and I haven’t visited my mentor for a long time.
Shanghe Village and Xiahe Village are only separated by a river, and we soon arrived at the teacher's house in Shanghe Village. As usual, the door of the teacher's house is open, so you can walk in directly.
Entering the courtyard, Zhu Pingan was about to inform his mentor softly, so that his mentor and his wife would know that someone was coming. Before he could speak, Zhu Ping'an discovered that his mentor, Old Master Sun, was taking a nap on the stone table in the yard. In front of the stone table was the clump of green bamboo in the yard. The breeze stirred the bamboo leaves, dyeing them with bamboo fragrance and giving them a bit of nobility.
There is a pot of tea on the stone table, as well as a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. On the rice paper is an unfinished picture of wind bamboo. The bamboo has been painted but has not yet been inscribed. My mentor had always liked bamboo, so he drew this picture of wind bamboo, but the person who had not yet inscribed the inscription fell asleep, probably while he was contemplating the inscription.
His mentor, Master Sun, was old. Zhu Pingan couldn't bear to disturb Master Sun's rest. He didn't know whether Old Master Sun was sleeping deeply or lightly. He was afraid that the sound of footsteps would disturb Master Sun's rest, so Zhu Pingan stopped and stayed quiet in the yard. Standing, quietly waiting for Old Master Sun to wake up from his nap.
Standing in the yard, with the gentle breeze blowing, and quietly looking at Xiao Xie's teacher, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but think of the days when he was a child, herding cows and attending classes.
"You are a playboy, would you like to learn from me?"
"It doesn't matter, I won't accept your restraint, Master."
"Why, don't you want to?"
Old Master Sun's words that day rang in my ears from time to time, and the scenes in the past when Old Master Sun was admitted to the school couldn't help but come to mind.
It is easy to find a teacher, but it is difficult to find a responsible and qualified teacher. Fortunately, I was lucky and met Old Master Sun. Having a good teacher can save you a lot of detours. Old Master Sun is such a teacher. Old Master Sun is a teacher who truly has the ethics and talent of a teacher. He is a true teacher who preaches, teaches, and resolves doubts.
There are some modern teachers who molest little girls at every turn, as well as those in universities who use the excuses of "revising papers", "exams, postgraduate entrance examinations, PhD entrance examinations", "do you want to make progress", "evaluating scholarships", "introducing jobs", etc. There is no comparison with Old Master Sun as a beastly person who works tirelessly to make love to his students.
Oh, I remembered again, it seems that some people who defend these "calling beasts" say this: pay more attention to the academics of teachers and less to the private lives of teachers.
Get lost! To be a teacher by example to others means to set an example for others to learn from in terms of character and knowledge. This is a teacher! You are good at academics. If you mess with your academics, you are not worthy of being a teacher!
Forget it, I won’t say any more off topic.
The breeze blew, the bamboo leaves rustled, and I don't know how long time passed.
Crunch…
There was a slight knock on the door, and the door to the main room of the master's house opened. The sleepy wife walked out of the room, carrying an iron kettle in her hand, probably to fetch water and boil water in the yard.
After the mistress opened the door, she saw Old Master Sun taking a nap on the stone table. She was not surprised at all. The old man liked bamboo and sometimes liked to take a lunch break in front of this bamboo bush. She was used to it.
But the next second, the master's wife felt as if she was dazzled, why did she see the old man's beloved disciple Zihou standing in the yard.
He rubbed his eyes, looked again, and then made sure that he was not dazzled. It was Zhu Pingan who stood like a log in the yard.
When Zhu Ping'an saw his wife going out, he smiled honestly and bowed to his wife from a distance. While saluting, he also signaled to his wife that his teacher was resting and it was inconvenient for him to salute aloud. He hoped that she would forgive her.
At this time, the wife understood that Zhu Ping'an stood there like a log because he was worried about disturbing the old man's sleep. Judging from the fallen leaves on his shoulders and head, this silly boy must have been standing here for a long time.
Why is this stupid boy so stupid? His legs are sore after standing for so long. What should he do if he breaks his stance? Seriously, the old man won’t lose any weight if he doesn’t sleep for a while.
Happy, but even more distressed.
So, without saying a word, the teacher's wife went to wake up Old Master Sun, "Old man, wake up quickly, Zihou is here."
Seeing this, Zhu Pingan touched his nose and smiled helplessly.
"You silly boy, why are you still standing there? Come and sit down, you've been standing there for so long." After the wife called Old Master Sun, she waved to Zhu Pingan and asked Zhu Pingan to come over and sit down.
"Well, Zihou is here."
After being woken up by his wife, Master Sun shook his head slightly and turned to look at Zhu Ping'an who was standing in the yard.
"What's coming? It's been here for a long time. I was afraid of waking you up, so I just stood there when I entered the yard." The teacher's wife scolded.
Zi thick, extremely thick! There are few people who respect their teachers and respect their principles, and even Cheng Menlixue is not willing to give in too much.
After listening to his wife's words, Old Master Sun was deeply touched. First, he touched his beard and looked at Zhu Pingan, who nodded repeatedly, and even more praised Zhu Pingan. Then he shook his head, stretched out his hand to call Zhu Pingan to come and sit down, "Next time, just call me. Just wake me up."
"Teacher, Master." Zhu Pingan came over, stood in front of Old Master Sun and Master, and saluted and said hello again.
It is true that after standing for a long time, my legs were a little sore. I didn’t feel much while standing. When I walked, I felt that my legs were a little out of control. However, Zhu Pingan overcame it and did not show it at all, so as not to worry the master and his wife. Think about it, there is always a simple and honest smile on your face.
"Okay, stop saluting and sit down quickly." The mistress pulled Zhu Pingan's clothes and pulled Zhu Pingan to sit on the stone bench next to Old Master Sun.
"Thank you, Master." Zhu Pingan thanked Master after sitting down.
"You kid, why are you so polite? Sit down and talk. You master and disciple will chat slowly." The master smiled and shook her head, then stood up with a kettle, ready to go to the water tank to get a pot of water and then put it on the charcoal stove to boil the water. .
"Sit down, come and see how this bamboo is doing."
Master Sun saw that Zhu Pingan wanted to get up and help his wife pour water, so he stretched out his hand and pressed down twice, indicating that Zhu Pingan did not need to go over to help, and asked Zhu Pingan to sit down and take a look at the wind bamboo picture he drew before taking a break. As he spoke, Old Master Sun pointed at the wind bamboo picture spread out on the stone table and pressed down with a ruler.
Zhu Ping'an cast his eyes on the picture of wind bamboo, and saw strange rocks standing on the rice paper, a clear and shallow pond, and several poles of wind bamboo. Master Sun used thick ink and light ink to outline several poles of bamboo on the edge of the pool. The branches are tall and straight, and the bamboo leaves are lush, either upward or downward. They are interspersed in front and back. The feeling of the breeze blowing and the swaying bamboos is vividly displayed on the paper. If you look carefully, you will find that Master Sun also used pen and ink to outline several clusters of bamboo shoots under the wind bamboo, and vigorous vitality surged out of the rice paper. (To be continued.)
