The master, the old man, didn't blame me either. He glanced at me first, then waved to me, motioning me to help him up.
Where did I dare to hesitate, I quickly helped him get up, and asked him where he was going. He said lightly, "Help the old man to the bedroom."
The bedroom that the master said was rather rudimentary, with only a bed, a stove 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.
Many times, I wonder if his old man is a ghostmaker.
Soon, he helped his master to enter the bedroom. He said that he was inconvenient for his body and got fucked and went to lie down for a meeting. I didn't dare say anything. He helped him go to bed and took off his shoes and covered the quilt. It was inevitable in his heart. Somewhat disappointed, I prepared to wait until his old man fell asleep before I left.
In this way, the old man, the master, was lying in sex, and I was standing by the bed. The old master's eyes kept staring at me. I didn't dare to ask him what he was looking at, so he let the old man stare.
After about five or six minutes, the corners of his old man’s eyes became a little moist, the master sighed deeply, and muttered: "One finger, it's a pity that you left, I feel worthless for you for my brother!"
At first, I thought I had heard it wrong, but when I heard the second half of the sentence, I vaguely understood. One finger he said should be the one finger craftsman who gave my father the idea at the beginning and asked the master, "You Does the old man know a finger craftsman?"
He glanced at me without speaking. He scanned me blankly for a long time, before slowly moving his eyes away, two lines of clear tears leaked out, and the tears glided across the old face of the master and fell on the bed. On the bottom edge.
I hurriedly leaned over and raised my hand to wipe the tears for his old man.
I don’t know, he didn’t give me this opportunity, and grabbed my right hand. Then, his old man began to tremble slightly and clenched my arm tightly. His expression became extremely agitated, and he kept repeating two words, "One One finger, one finger."
Frankly speaking, I really don't understand the master's intentions, nor do I understand what his old man wants to do, but I dare not ask, so I can only let his old man hold my right hand all the time.
The master, the old man, held my right hand and looked at it for half an hour. His teary eyes were dim before he slowly said, "Do you know why the old man doesn't wait to see you?"
I shook my head and said something I don't know.
He sighed deeply, raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes, and said quietly: "The old man learned art at that time, the master accepted a total of three disciples. At a few years old, he became the second younger brother, and the third younger brother is much younger than I and Yizhi, and is the latest to join the master. His talent is the highest among the three of us, and there is a vague tendency to surpass the master."
When I heard this, my heart was violent, and I stared at the master incredulously, and pointed out that the master was his senior's younger brother
If this is the case, the master hates me, it is reasonable, and hurriedly said: "Master, you don't want to see me, is it because Yi Zhijian hanged himself?"
He glanced at me deeply, neither nodded nor shook his head, but talked about another thing. He said: "The old man’s third younger brother is a rare carpenter genius. What he learned from his master back then was carpenter’s work. , But because of an unhealthy disposition, he was driven out by the master before he waited for him to be a teacher. Now that he wants to come, he should be quite accomplished in the carpenter's field."
It’s okay for the master not to say this. When I said this, I was a little anxious. I originally came over and asked the master to go to Li Chengze’s house for help. Where did I know, the master talked to me about his third younger brother. This is not a delay. Well, you know Li Chengze is still waiting at the entrance of the village.
As if he didn’t see my worried face, the master began to talk about his third younger brothers, how his third younger brothers excel in the carpenter's field, and how his third younger brothers learned the content of the first half of "The Missing One" Proficient, even if he meets the Third Junior Brother, he can't compare to his Third Junior Brother in craftsmanship.
Speaking of the last, his old man gave me a deep look and said quietly: "The three-junior brother’s single-handed carvings, looking at the whole of China, 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 all, the master stopped talking and stopped at me, meaning to let me go.
I understood what the master meant. He seemed to be suggesting me, but I was not sure, so I asked him, "Master, I also met a master carving master in Li Chengze’s house. I heard that the old man is also getting old. Could it be..."
"Get out!" I don't know why, but the master suddenly made me fierce.
When I heard that, I knelt down and didn’t dare to get up at all. I heard the master say indifferently, "You go, don’t come to this old man if you’re fine. Looking at you will make the old man remember a lot and don’t want to think about it. Thing."
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 looked at the master, and said, "Master, I know that your old man has a good relationship with Yizhi, but I really can’t stop him from hanging himself. Ability to stop, because there was no me at that time. But, my life was given by his old man, and I will follow his old man’s will and walk down the ghost road, even if the south wall is in front of me. Break it and rush over."
After I said this, I stepped over the threshold and walked outside, vaguely hearing the cry of the master and his old man.
Listening to the cries of the master, my heart is very bitter. It can make an old man who is nearly ninety years old cry bitterly, but the feelings are not enough for outsiders. However, what the master said woke me up, and that was Li Chengze's family.
If I guess right, his old man first compares the noodles, let me watch the wood carving with my heart, and then there is the last sentence of his old man, his third junior brother has been able to incorporate the magic of "Missing a Door" into the carving.
To be honest, I really don't understand why his old man didn't tell me directly, he had to make a roundabout. After thinking about it carefully, I was relieved. Perhaps his old man blamed Yizhi's death on me.
I don’t blame his old man. On the contrary, I am very grateful to his old man. It was his old man who allowed me to go to school. It was his old man who let me learn the craft of ghostsmithing. It was his old man who reminded me that he was carrying a finger of craftsman on his back. Hope.
It is not unreasonable to be a teacher for one day and a father for life.
As a celebrity said, how is it different from a beast if a person is alive and does not know how to be grateful
After I got out of the master's house, I staggered to the entrance of the village. Then Li Chengze asked me with a surprised look, why didn't he invite the master, I said the master was too old and it was inconvenient.
It seemed that Li Chengze didn't believe him. He ran towards the master's house alone. In less than three minutes, Li Chengze came back with five bright red fingerprints on his face. I asked him what was wrong, and he froze for a while and said it was nothing.
Seeing this, I didn't break it, so I told him that I could go to his house.
On the way, I was terribly frightened. If it was as the master said, the carved master is his third junior brother. I have any ability to break his spells, but since the master let me go, he naturally has his reason. I don't believe that the master, his old man, will watch me in danger.
When I returned to Li Chengze's house, it was almost eleven o'clock. As soon as I entered the door, I heard a sound of rubbing mahjong, my expression condensed, and I walked in.
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