After lunch, Zhu Pingan picked up a jar of Zhuangyuanhong, tied a bag of new tea and a box of donkey-hide gelatin together with a red string, and carried them together, slowly walking towards Shanghe Village in a breeze carrying the moisture of the earth. n∈n∈，.
Zhu Pingan went to Shanghe Village to visit his teacher. He brought Zhuangyuanhong and new tea to his teacher, and donkey-hide gelatin to his teacher's wife. Time flies. It has been a long time since I last left Xiahe.
Shanghe Village and Xiahe Village are separated by only a river, and we soon arrived at my teacher’s home in Shanghe Village. As usual, the door was not locked and we could walk in directly.
After entering the courtyard, Zhu Pingan was about to quietly inform his teacher, so that he and his teacher's wife would know that someone was coming. Before he could speak, Zhu Pingan found that his teacher, Mr. Sun, was taking a nap on the stone table in the courtyard. In front of the stone table was the clump of green bamboo in the courtyard. The breeze blew the bamboo leaves, which were stained with bamboo fragrance and a bit of nobleness.
On the stone table was a pot of tea, a set of brushes, ink, paper and inkstone. On the rice paper was an unfinished painting of bamboo in the wind. The bamboo had been painted, but no title had been written. My teacher had always liked bamboo, and he fell asleep after painting this painting of bamboo in the wind before writing the title. He probably fell asleep while thinking about the title.
Zhu Ping'an couldn't bear to disturb his mentor, Mr. Sun, who was old. He didn't know how deep or shallow Mr. Sun's sleep was, and he was afraid that the sound of his footsteps would disturb his rest. So Zhu Ping'an stopped and stood quietly in the yard, waiting for Mr. Sun to wake up from his nap.
Standing in the yard, feeling the gentle breeze, and quietly looking at Xiaoxie's mentor, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but think of the days when he herded cattle and attended classes as a child.
"You little kid, are you willing to learn from me?"
"It's okay. The Master won't accept your tuition."
"Why, you don't want to?"
The words of Master Sun on that day kept ringing in my ears, and the scenes of the past when I was accepted into Master Sun's school came to my mind.
It is easy to find a teacher, but it is difficult to find a responsible and qualified teacher. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to meet Master Sun. Having a good teacher can save you a lot of detours. Master Sun is such a teacher. Master Sun is a teacher with real teacher ethics and talent, and a teacher who truly teaches and solves doubts.
Some of the beastly teachers in modern times who molest young girls at every turn, and those beastly people in universities who tirelessly rape students under the pretext of "revising papers", "exams, postgraduate entrance exams, doctoral entrance exams", "want to make progress", "evaluating scholarships", "introducing jobs", etc., are completely incomparable to Master Sun.
Oh, I remembered that some people who defended these "professional beasts" seemed to say: we should pay more attention to teachers' academic work and less attention to their private lives.
Get lost! Being a teacher, being a teacher means being a role model for others to learn from in terms of character and knowledge. This is what a teacher is! If you are good at academics, go ahead and do academics. You are not qualified to be a teacher!
Forget it, I won’t talk about this further.
The breeze blew, the bamboo leaves rustled, and I didn't know how much time had passed.
Crunch…
There was a slight sound of a door opening, and the door of the main room of the Master's house opened. The sleepy Master's wife walked out of the room with an iron kettle in her hand, probably going to fetch water and boil it in the yard.
After the master's wife opened the door, she saw 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 short nap in front of this clump of bamboo. He 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. The person standing in the yard like a wooden stick was Zhu Ping'an.
When Zhu Ping'an saw his master's wife leaving, he smiled innocently and bowed to her from a distance. While bowing, he also signaled to her that his master was resting and it was inconvenient for him to bow loudly, and hoped that she would forgive him.
At this time, the master's 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 there for a long time.
This silly boy, why is he so stupid? Aren’t his legs sore after standing for so long? What if he gets hurt? Really, an old man won’t lose any weight if he sleeps less.
I am relieved, but more distressed.
So, without saying anything, the master's wife went to wake up Master Sun, "Old man, wake up quickly, Zihou is here."
Seeing this, Zhu Ping'an touched his nose and smiled helplessly.
"You silly boy, why are you still standing there? Come and sit down. You have been standing for so long." After the master's wife called Master Sun, she waved to Zhu Ping'an and asked him to come and sit for a while.
"Yes, Zihou is here."
After being awakened by his master's wife, Master Sun shook his head slightly and turned to look at Zhu Ping'an who was standing in the yard.
"What are you talking about? I've been here for a while. I was afraid of waking you up, so I just stood there as soon as I entered the yard." The master's wife scolded.
Zihou, the most generous! Few people respect teachers and value teachings like him, and he is no less outstanding than Cheng Men Li Xue.
After hearing what the master's wife said, Master Sun was deeply touched. He first stroked his beard and looked at Zhu Ping'an and nodded repeatedly, praising him even more. Then he shook his head and stretched out his hand to beckon Zhu Ping'an to come over and sit down. "Next time, just wake me up directly."
"Master, Master's wife." Zhu Ping'an walked over, stood in front of Master Sun and Master's wife, and bowed and greeted them again.
It is true that he had been standing for a long time and his legs were a little sore. He didn't feel much when he was standing, but when he walked he felt as if his legs were out of control. However, Zhu Ping'an managed to overcome it and didn't show it at all, so as to avoid the master and his wife from thinking too much. He always had a simple smile on his face.
"Okay, stop bowing and sit down quickly." The master's wife pulled Zhu Ping'an's clothes and pulled him to sit on the stone bench next to Master Sun.
"Thank you, Master's wife." Zhu Ping'an thanked Master's wife after sitting down.
"Why are you being so polite, kid? Sit down and talk. You two can chat slowly." The master's wife smiled and shook her head. Then she stood up with the kettle, ready to get a pot of water from the water tank and then boil it on the charcoal stove.
"Sit down and come and take a look at this bamboo painting of mine."
When Master Sun saw that Zhu Ping'an wanted to get up to help his master's wife pour water, he stretched out his hand and pressed down twice, indicating that Zhu Ping'an did not need to go over to help. He asked Zhu Ping'an to sit down and take a look at the picture of wind and bamboo that he had painted before taking a break. As he spoke, Master Sun pointed to the picture of wind and bamboo that was unfolded on the stone table and held down by a ruler.
Zhu Pingan set his sights on the painting of bamboo in the wind, and saw strange rocks standing on the rice paper, a shallow pond, and several bamboos in the wind. Master Sun used thick and light ink to outline several bamboos on the pondside, with upright branches and lush bamboo leaves, some looking up, some looking down, interspersed with front and back, and the feeling of the bamboos swaying in the breeze was vividly displayed on the paper. If you look closely, you will find that Master Sun also used brush and ink to outline several bamboo shoots under the bamboo in the wind, and the vigorous vitality surged out of the rice paper. (To be continued.)