In the blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed, and the turmoil in the Yuhu Sect has been forgotten in the busy season.
People in the village have started a new year of farming and hunting. The busy figures in the countryside have added a vitality to the village in the mountains. Children are also playing in groups, but the speaker is missing. For the boy who told the story, the spectacular scenery at the big rock at the entrance of the village was missing and became much more desolate.
The stream outside the village was flowing gurglingly. A chubby child was sitting cross-legged on a stone by the stream, holding a book in his hand and staring at the lake in a daze, feeling quite lonely.
Suddenly there was a "plop", and water splashed in front of him. Wu Fan's expression immediately became joyful, and he couldn't help but turn around and shout: "Brother Wu!"
Looking at the empty ground behind him, he recalled that Wu Hao had been gone for a long time. What broke the peace was not the stones thrown by Wu Hao, but a frightened frog.
He felt as if he had been teased, so he put down the book, picked up the stones around him and bombarded the frog wildly. When he saw it running away in a hurry, he felt relieved, so he picked up the book again and started reading.
Unconsciously, time passed day by day, and the new words in the book became less and less under the annotations of his mother. Gradually, Wu Fan was able to recognize all the words in the book.
One afternoon, after eating, Wu Fan went to read and exercise by the stream again. It seemed that listening to the sound of the stream and the memories by the stream could bring him real peace.
At this time, there was a knock on the door of Wu Fan's house. Wu Fan's mother opened the door and found that it was the village chief, so she invited him to come in and sit. The village chief looked around, nodded, and followed her into the house, "Mr. Village Chief, you sit down first, and I'll get you a cup of tea."
The village chief had no intention of sitting down. He bowed and said, "No more trouble, girl. I'll say a few words and then leave."
"How can it be trouble? After all these years, I have been taken care of by the village chief."
When the village chief heard this, he quickly waved his hand, "I can't even talk about taking care of you. I'm just doing what I can to do what I can when I'm entrusted by others." As if he remembered something again, he hurriedly raised his hand and clenched his fist, "That's right. Girl, I came here to inform you about something."
Mother Wu Fan frowned when she heard this. She was about to say something when she was interrupted.
"Haha, don't worry, girl. I'm here this time for Wu Fan. Although Wu Fan is still young, his understanding is extremely high. I discussed with the teacher a few days ago that the school will start in a few days. It's just a good time to send him to the school to study, so as to make some preparations when the Yuhu Sect comes to recruit disciples next time."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Wu Fan nodded and agreed.
"Thank you to the village chief."
"Where there is, it should be, it should be. If that's the case, I'll bother you again when the time comes. Then I'll leave first."
After saying this, the village chief walked out of the door.
"Wait a minute, this is a small token of thanks for your help over the years. Please don't dislike it, the village chief."
As Wufaniang said, a pill appeared in her hand, "This is a muscle-strengthening pill. Although it is not very expensive, it can also strengthen muscles and bones and enhance a person's physique."
When the village chief heard this, his body couldn't help trembling. He caught the elixir with both hands, held it in his hands, and bowed quickly, "Thank you, thank you girl."
Mother Wufan just smiled slightly, said nothing, then turned around and entered the house. The village chief looked happy and hurried home with the elixir in his hands.
Mother Wu Fan had a hint of complicated emotions in her eyes. She leaned against the window lattice and looked at the sky in a daze. She suddenly lowered her head and opened the purple sachet around her waist.
The sachet is about the size of half an adult's fist. It has complicated patterns sewn on it, but the opening is also sewn tightly. I don't know what kind of spices are inside, but it always exudes a faint fragrance.
But when you smell it carefully, you can't feel it, it seems to be there but not at all.
She looked at the sachet and couldn't help but murmur to herself, "I can't hide anywhere. It turns out you really care about me." With a sigh, a drop of jade beads fell to the ground, shattering into thousands of past memories and turning into Clouds and smoke.
In a blink of an eye, it was the day when school started, and Wu Fan was rubbing his little hands enthusiastically early in the morning.
After all, I have been listening to the voices in the school, but I have been unable to contact them due to my age. I can finally enter the school today, and my face is red with excitement.
With pen, ink, paper and inkstone ready, Wu Fan jumped out and went out.
In the early morning of spring, the weather is still a little cool, and the dew is crystal clear under the sunlight. Then it slides down with the breeze, collides with another dew drop, condenses, and drips onto the ground.
At the entrance of the school, children slowly gathered around waiting for admission. Some looked sleepy at first, but woke up when the cool breeze blew.
After half a stick of incense, the school door creaked open.
At the entrance of the school, stood a young man in his twenties. He was wearing a floor-length light blue robe, a jade belt around his waist, and a pair of white cloud shoes. He held up the sleeve of his right hand with his left hand. , and on his right hand is a booklet with a list.
The young man wore a white jade crown on his bun. His face had willow eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, red lips and white teeth. He looked a bit like a woman. The children couldn't help but chattered in confusion. The young man cleared his throat and said only two words, "Quiet."
Suddenly, a pin drop could be heard in front of the door. It wasn't that the young man spoke with great courage, but the rich voice hidden under the delicate face was such a powerful contrast that everyone couldn't help but sigh.
Seeing everyone staring at bewilderment, the young man smiled slightly and continued: "Whoever hears the name below, please go in."
Then he opened the book and started to call the names. When Wu Fan was called, the young man looked at him a few more times. On the one hand, it was because Wu Fan was "famous", and on the other hand, it was because of some unknown "fate". "Bar.
The moment Wu Fan stepped into the school, he was shocked. Although the so-called sparrow is small and has all the internal organs, the school does not look very big from the outside, but after entering, everything seems to suddenly become clear.
The table with the books on it, the neat desk, the futon under the desk, and even pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all ready.
Wufan suddenly felt that he had done something unnecessary. He scratched his head in embarrassment, put down the package, and sat on the futon by the window in order.
After waiting for a while, the roll call was over, and the young man closed the door and entered the mahogany table in front of the school room. He jumped back and sat on the table, and made an introduction with his rich voice.
"From today on, I am the head of your school, and the jade-faced scholar known as the Sajia...oh...no, it's me. My name is...well...it's called Wu Mian. From now on, just call me Boss Wu."
The children who listened to these stumbling words were stunned and broke out in cold sweat, as if a group of lambs had fallen into a wolf's den. They were so grateful to this teacher who was "as beautiful as a flower" and "as beautiful as a jade". People's first impression is that they are unreliable.
Wu Fan couldn't help but question the school he longed for.
In the blink of an eye, three months passed, and Wu Fan gradually got used to the life in the school. Because he was extraordinarily smart, he was favored by Wu Mian, who called himself the jade-faced scholar.
After these few months of contact, everyone has also taken a new look at this unreliable Mr. Wu Mian. Although this man seems so unreliable, he is actually a master of astronomy and geography, and he can overcome the unfamiliarity in the school. The knowledge becomes vivid and vivid, so that everyone is interested in learning.
And during the break, you can also mingle with these children, like a child king, but in the middle of the fight, there is a figure alone, just silently dazing aside, or reading quietly.
Although Wu Mian saw it, he just sighed secretly, shook his head and let nature take its course. Then he threw away that trace of helplessness and continued to play and laugh with the children.
When Wu Mian escaped from the group of children, he couldn't help but come to Wu Fan and tell him stories.
It's more about telling stories than bragging about his abilities. He is actually a master, a heartthrob and so on. At first, Wu Fan could chat with him for a few words, but later he found that every time he They talked nonsensically back and forth about how to praise Wu Mian himself, and stopped answering.
But Wu Mian didn't care at all, he was still gesticulating and talking to himself in a lively manner.
After all, only Wufan could listen quietly without running away, while the other children only got close to him when they were playing, and they would scatter when he was told a story. Wu Mian then shook his head and said, "Oh my, my, I am so lonely as snow."
Then they crowded around Wu Fan and started a new round of "spiritual lecture".
Whenever school is over, Wu Fan's ears are almost calloused. If it's still early, he will come to the stream to release the spell cast on him by this loving gentleman.
If you immerse yourself in nature for too long, you will suddenly feel that nothing has changed, and everything has changed again.
People are still in the same time and space, but they don’t know whether they will meet again. Today’s streams are still as familiar as yesterday, and yesterday’s streams have flowed into their tomorrow.
