"Hey… "
By the shallow pool on the top of Songyun Mountain, Da Zhao sat on a round stone platform with his face up, and sighed a long time.
"Hey..." Xiao Zhao squatted beside her and sighed.
She was holding a slender thatch and fiddling with the head of the little bastard in the shallow pool. This girl was very particular about her poking, she only teased one of them, and she didn't dare to touch the other.
"Don't worry, it's so early in the morning, so mourning." Lao Mao stood aside with his sleeves rolled up, staring at the two of them, like a traditional and particular elder.
"This is called early morning?" Da Zhao looked up at the sky, looking at the sun approaching his head, and questioned Lao Mao.
"That's right." Xiao Zhao followed, "The sun is already drying out, how can you call it early in the morning?"
They complained and complained, but their voices were very low, as if they were afraid of disturbing anyone, so they could only gather together and whisper.
Lao Mao turned his head and glanced in the direction of the room, pursed his lips and said, "Well, the person in the room said that it is early morning, that is, early morning. He wants to refute the two of you and go in and say."
"How long has he been up by himself, it's still early in the morning." Da Zhao Lao Lao Shi lowered his head, took a breath, and said, "Yiyantang."
Xiao Zhao echoed: "Referring to a deer as a horse."
Da Zhao: "Black and white are reversed."
Xiao Zhao: "Dark Lord."
Lao Mao: "… "
If the person inside is considered a dazed ruler, according to his position, he is the big eunuch waiting outside the door.
"Fuck you." Lao Mao scolded the two girls.
It is rare to be so arrogant when the puppet is so arrogant, standing together outside the door of the puppet master and saying bad things about the puppet master, as if the puppet master can't hear it.
Just relying on the temperament of the gods and gods, I don't care about them.
Sometimes Lao Mao felt that Chen Dao didn't think of them as puppets, but that's just what he thinks about occasionally. What's wrong with being a puppet
There seems to be no other reference.
"Don't play, what's wrong in a while, and finally lived for so many years." Lao Mao looked at the slender grass in Xiao Zhao's hand, and then at the little bastard, and couldn't help but say, "Let's talk about it. , do you recognize it, don't make a mistake."
When Xiao Zhao heard this, the grass stem trembled, and quickly stopped, holding the little bastard carefully and turned over.
Outsiders never knew that there were characters on the soft armour of the belly of the two baby sons of Song Yunshan, from the hand of another big baby of Song Yunshan—
At that time, he was still young, and his words were not as sharp and thin as later, but he was neat and childish.
Lao Mao still remembers when he heard the dust before going down the mountain, he picked up one of the little bastards, put it belly up on the table, held the pen respectfully... and wrote the word "dust" on the soft armor. He silently coerced Lao Mao with his dark eyes and forbid him to complain.
It was at that time that Lao Mao deeply realized that the silent snow dumplings can also have skins, the kind of skins that come suddenly, and they can only be aimed at dust.
Lao Mao also remembers the result of the little Wang Ba incident very clearly—
After Chen returned to the mountain, he found the words on Xiao Wangba's belly that day.
But he wasn't annoyed, he just leaned against the door to watch the little apprentice practice the exercises, then waved his hand and called him into the room after he was done. He picked up another little bastard, put it belly up in front of the desk, then took a pen and dipped it in ink, held Wen Shi's paw, and taught (forced) Wen Shi to write on the little bastard's soft armor. a "time".
Then she shut herself off for two days when she smelled it.
Lao Mao sighed in his heart: More than a thousand years have passed, and the white clouds and dogs are different. The big baby of that year is sleeping on the dust-free bed now.
Lao Mao silently turned his head back and glanced at the house.
As a golden-winged Dapeng bird created by Chen Dao himself and watched Wen Shi grow up all the way, his heart is very vicissitudes, filled with a complex emotion, this emotion is called: the palms of the hands and the backs of the hands are full of meat, he For a while, I didn't know who was arching who.
Xiao Zhao confirmed that the little Wang Ba had the word "Time" on his belly, and heaved a long sigh of relief. He put it back in the pool again, gently poked its head with a grass stem and said, "It's three poles in the sun, wake up."
"We have prepared a lot of delicious food, aren't you hungry?" Dazhao said.
"The water has been boiled four times, why don't you take a bath?"
"What if you wash and sleep again?"
"… Oh."
Lao Mao's face was a little colorful when he heard it, but he couldn't hold back, he moved towards the window, and slowly stretched out his head.
In the room, Chen Dao supported an old book on the desk, and when he smelled it, he rested on his leg, curled up on his side and was still sleeping.
As soon as Lao Mao took a glance, he saw Chen Buo raised his head from the book and touched his lips with his index finger.
Lao Mao hurriedly retracted back into the corner.
"Are you awake?" Da Zhao asked with almond eyes, full of hope.
"Are you going to eat?" Xiao Zhao was also refreshed.
"No, let's shut up." Lao Mao said.
As everyone knows, just after saying this, the person on the bed moved.
***
I haven't slept so well in a long time.
When I was young, I didn't dare to sleep because I was entangled in the world, and when I got older, I couldn't sleep well because my mind was too heavy. Later, there were no spiritual signs and memories, and even the dream was empty. Occasionally flashes of sporadic past, wake up with headaches for days after another.
He has never expected or felt relaxed about sleeping, and just regarded it as something he had to do. Sometimes lying in bed groggy all night is not as good as nodding your head and taking a light nap in the interval between chess games.
For the first time in his memory, he slept through the night without any burden or worry.
When I opened my eyes, the sky was bright.
He was not used to the brightness at first, half-squinting his eyes, the light came in little by little from the crevices of the eyelashes.
Until he heard faint voices outside the house.
He raised his elbow to cover his eyes, but bumped into another person's body. Not only that, but the pillow feels weird too…
It's not quite like a pillow.
When smelling: "… "
He was confused one second, and woke up the next. He opened his eyes abruptly, and heard a voice in the dust falling: "Did they wake you up?"
He stared at him blankly.
When I opened my eyes for the first time, I saw dust at such an angle, and I could hardly react when I smelled it.
"Have you slept enough? Why isn't the panda mark much lighter?" Chen Buoyue lowered his head and wiped the skin under his eyes, and glanced at his thumb with a serious look, as if the slight blue mark would fade.
When smelling, half lying in bed, half hiding, he turned his face inward, and rubbed against the robes stacked on his waist, only then did he understand how he slept.
"I..." He leaned against the edge of the bed and was about to get up, but when his waistline stretched to a certain extent, he froze very obviously.
"It's so uncomfortable?" Chen Dao put the book aside and reached out.
The temperature of his palm was just right, covering the taut muscle line there, alleviating the sudden sourness. But when I smelled it, the robe was not tied, and it was a little loose, and the hands that were not dusty were not under the fabric...
Looking at the past from the perspective of smell, it is inevitable that it overlaps with the scene last night.
He grabbed Chen Chen's wrist and said, "Okay."
"real?"
"Um."
Chen Dao looked into his eyes, swept his hands and pursed lips, and suddenly said with a low smile, "Are you starting to feel ashamed when you see the light?"
When smelling: "… "
put-
No.
You think too much.
What a shame.
The ancestor of the puppet art frowned slightly, with a serious look that cold acquaintances (especially dust) should not approach, enduring some strange feelings that are inconvenient to describe, trying to get out of bed and leave the scene.
As a result, as soon as it moved, it felt like something was being pulled.
He was a little puzzled when he smelled it. He glanced at his hand first, and some of the puppet lines were still on his fingers... It was just messy, and it was obvious that he had been pulled and pulled many times.
They were each long, meandering and entwined in the scattered robes.
When Wen Shi tugged at the hem of his robe, he saw that some of the puppet threads were on his waist, and the loose parts were almost hanging to his hip bones, some went around his legs, and the end was messy around his ankles.
And when he saw the ankle, he happened to see a dark trace on the edge of the bed, where there was a faint scent of bamboo. It should be that the medicated oil overturned last night and seeped out from the pores of the bamboo tube...
When smelling: "… "
The scene was a mess, and his face was not much better.
Although he didn't say a word, he had a sentence written all over his face: Why does my puppet line wrap around me? I clearly...
"Yeah." Chen Dao just hooked a thread between his fingers and listened to the top puppet master's questions.
Seeing him pick up the wire and bring it to Wen Shi, he said with a smile, "Why don't you ask it, why is it so disobedient at a critical time, and I haven't learned to be obedient for so many years."
When smelling: "… "
This remark evokes some past events.
When Wen Shi just started learning puppet arts, he didn't get close to other people, and he didn't want to go to the mountainside when he practiced qigong. He only caught Chen less than one person as a target. If there is something to do, I greet the puppet line to Chenbubu, and from the beginning, I let it out in a daze, and then I learned to attack.
Too bad it never came down well.
Every time the puppet line is thrown out, it will be hooked by the other party's hand when it is about to touch the dust. While laughing at the "rebellion", he used a puppet thread to drag the person in front of him, wrapping it around like a zongzi a few times, and even tying a bow on purpose.
Then it will become a struggle between Wen Shi and his own puppet line.
When I was a child, it took several hours to untie the puppet wire when I heard it. After unblocking, my face was red with anger, and I was sweating all over. In this way, he did not learn a lesson, and he dared to do so after a few days.
Repeated defeats, repeated defeats.
Has been fighting until now.
"Don't worry about the donkey's temper when I was young." Chen Dao put the puppet string in his hand and whispered, "It was intentional when I was older."
Wen Shi bent his legs, and his ankles, which were entangled with puppet threads, didn't go into the robe.
"...No." He licked his dry lower lip without raising his eyes.
At that time, the old Mao outside the house waited for a long time, and felt that he could speak. He knocked on the door and was about to come in: "Shao Xiaozhao burned the water, or—"
"Don't open the door."
Wen Shi subconsciously felt that the bed was so messed up that he couldn't see anyone, and when he moved his fingers, he heard a "bang!"
Lao Mao was slapped right by the door panel, and he fluttered his wings and ran away in anger.
He didn't care about those movements when he smelled it, he bent his joints, and all the tangled puppet threads were pulled back, and they were always wrapped around the base of his fingers, and he couldn't see what they looked like before.
He put on his long coat again, wiped away the traces of medicated oil, and tied his hair meticulously. Tidy up in an instant, it's almost impossible to see what happened here last night.
The reason why he said "almost" was because he got out of bed and was about to walk out the door when he accidentally caught a glimpse of a red mark on the side of Chenbuo's neck, which could not be covered by the neckline.
…
It was the bite he had bitten out last night when he was extremely intolerable.
When smelling: "… "
He said "I'm going to wash up", and then left in a hurry.
Just a few steps away, a hand tapped the shoulder: "Wait a minute."
Wen Shi turned around, Chen Buoyue lowered his head and kissed the corner of his lips, smiled and said, "Snowman, early."
***
Lao Mao flew twice to vent his anger, and as soon as he fell back to the ground, he saw the door of the dust-free room being pushed open from the inside, and a white shadow with a blue waistband swept out of the room.
His long hair was tied high, his shoulders were straight and his back was straight, and his face was not deep. When he walked past people, the hem of his white robe was swept up by the wind, like a wisp of wandering clouds passing by the mountains.
He paused in his footsteps as he passed the crowd, and said "Morning" in a deep voice, then he did not enter the lush pine forest and swept down the mountain road.
Then Chen Dao also walked to the door. He was wearing a red burqa and leaned against the door lazily. He raised his hand to block the non-irritating sunlight, then smiled and watched the white shadow go around the mountain wall.
He turned to Lao Mao and Xiaozhao and said, "Morning."
…
At that moment, Lao Mao was a little stunned.
It seems that the mulberry fields and the blue sea are different, but the green pines and flowing clouds in the mountains are still those of the past.
Everlasting, never changed.