After listening to my narration, my master put down the book and picked up the crutches next to him to stand up. I hurriedly went to help, but he pushed it away with one hand. Seeing that he was going to pour water on the cabinet, I immediately went over and said, let me come.
This time, my master did not refuse. Turning on the kettle, there was heat immediately from the kettle. I saw a tea box next to it. I thought that the master loved to drink tea, so I immediately made a cup of tea for him.
After the tea was made, the master had already sat back at the table of the Eight Immortals. I respectfully brought it to him. The master took the tea, but he still didn’t speak but looked at me with deep meaning. I was so hairy and majestic by him. I didn't dare to take a breath.
The master looked at the door while sipping tea, as if looking at something. After a while, the master asked me why I came to him to learn art.
I was telling the truth that it was for money. The master nodded and said, this reason is very cheap but realistic, and then he asked me why he thought he was studying art.
I really don’t know why the master learns from ghosts. If he is also for money, he can only live in three adobe houses. With his ability, he will never live in such a place to make money. So, I froze for a long time without telling me why. Seeing the master's face looked ugly, I hurriedly said sorry.
The master didn't blame me either, but first glanced at me, and then asked me to help him into the bedroom.
My master’s bedroom is rather rudimentary, with only one bed and a dilapidated desk. But then again, even though his old man is my master, I have never seen any ghostsmith tools in his house.
Sometimes I even wonder if he is a ghostmaker.
Soon, I helped the master enter the bedroom, he said that his body is not convenient, he got fucked and went to lie down. I was thinking about the affairs of Qianbaili's house, but the master didn't mention it. I was in a hurry but didn't dare to ask.
The master was going to rest, so I had to help him to bed, then took off his shoes and covered the quilt. He calculated in his heart that when he fell asleep, he would leave by himself, and then went back and told Qian Baili to ask him to find another person.
Just like this, my master was lying on the bed, and I was standing by the bed, but my master did not close his eyes to sleep, but kept staring at me. I didn’t dare to ask him what to look at, so I just let him.
The old man stared.
About five or six minutes later, I found that the corners of the master's eyes had become a little moist, I sighed deeply, muttered to myself, sever your fingers, it's a pity that you walked, it's not worth it for you to be my brother!
Suddenly I heard the master sigh with emotion, especially when I heard the second half of the sentence, I vaguely understood that the finger-severing he said should be the finger-severing craftsman who gave my dad the idea at the beginning, so I couldn’t help but ask the master curiously. , Does his old man know Yizhi Carpenter
The master glanced at me without speaking. He glanced at me blankly for a long time before slowly moving his eyes away. Two lines of clear tears leaked out, and the tears glided across his old face and fell on the sheets. .
I hurriedly moved over and raised my hand to wipe the tears for him. I didn't expect that he didn't give me this opportunity, but grabbed my right hand. Then, his body began to tremble slightly, and his expression became extremely agitated. Two words have been repeated in the mouth: one finger.
At that time, I didn't understand what the master meant by his old man, or what his old man wanted to do, but seeing him so excited, I didn't dare to ask, I could only let his old man hold my right hand all the time.
The master, the old man, held my right hand and watched for more than ten minutes. He looked at it dimly and then slowly asked me if he knew why he didn't wait to see me.
I immediately shook my head and said I didn't know. He sighed deeply, raised his hand and wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, saying that at his time in art, the master had accepted three disciples in total. His age was how old the other two were, and he became a big brother. He became the second younger brother, and the third younger younger brother was much younger than him and Duanzhi, and was the latest to join the master. However, the third younger brother’s talent is the highest among the three of us, and even has a vague tendency to surpass the master.
When I heard my heart moved, I stared at the master incredulously, because I had always thought that he was walking with the severed finger, so I knew and had some friendship, but I didn't expect that they were actually the same brothers.
Since they are in this relationship, it is reasonable for the master to hate me. I hurriedly asked the master if he didn't wait to see me, was it because the finger-severing craftsman committed suicide.
The master looked at me deeply, neither nodded nor shook his head, but talked about his third younger brother, he said that he was the third younger brother,
He was a rare carpenter genius. He learned the work of a carpenter from his master, but he was driven out by the master before he waited for him because of his wrong temperament. Now that I think about it, he should be quite accomplished in the carpenter's field.
He also said how his three younger brothers excel in carpentry, and how well his three younger brothers learned the content of the first half of "Missing a Door". Even if he met the third younger brother, he was inferior in craftsmanship. The third younger brother.
In the end, his old man took a deep look at me again and said that his three junior brothers were capable of carving flowers with one hand. Looking at the whole of China, he should be a rare opponent. His control of the carving knife has reached the point of perfection. Even the spell of "The Missing Door" can be incorporated into the carving, which is hard to detect.
After that, the master stopped talking and waved at me, meaning to let me go.
But I understood what the master meant. He seemed to be suggesting me, but I was not sure, so I asked him if the carved windows of Qianbaili family red wood were made by his third brother.
As a result, the master did not answer, but suddenly violent me.
The word "roll" made me think that he was going to expel me from the teacher's door, so I was so frightened that he knelt down and didn't dare to get up at all. Then the master said indifferently, let me go, don't come to him in the future, because he sees me, it will remind him of things that he doesn't want to think of.
What he didn't want to think about was naturally that his junior brother had broken his finger.
I uttered a cry, didn't dare to speak any more, and walked towards the door.
When I walked to the door, I stopped, turned my head and called to the master, saying that I knew that his old man had a good relationship with the finger-slicing craftsman, but I didn’t have the ability to stop him from hanging himself. without me. But my life was given by his old man, and I will follow his old man’s will and walk down the path of the ghostsmith, even if I hit the south wall, I will never look back.
After saying this, I stepped over the threshold and walked outside, and then I heard the cries of the master and his old man.
Listening to the cries of the master, I felt uncomfortable. It made an old man who was nearly ninety years old cry bitterly, and the feelings in it can be imagined.
However, what the master said woke me up, and that was a matter of Qianbaili's family.
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