Liang Hecheng's critical illness notice came down. Unsurprisingly, both the master and the apprentice were extremely calm, as if the thin piece of paper was not an announcement of death, but an ordinary morning newspaper.
Ji Shenyu peeled apples without raising his eyebrows or raising his eyebrows. He was used to using a carving knife, and this fruit knife felt dull. Liang Hecheng was lying on his back, his dry hair like a bird's nest, and said, "Give me a haircut."
Ji Shenyu made a "hmm" sound and didn't stop.
Liang Hecheng said again: "Change your clothes, you need a black satin jacket."
Ji Shenyu replied: "I'll go back in the afternoon to get it."
Liang Hecheng whispered, "Don't be in such a hurry, you shouldn't be dead for a while."
Ji Shenyu paused for a while, and then cut faster. After peeling the peel and peeling the flesh, he was tortured layer by layer. Change clothes? Can't die? This is sending him to take the shroud, implying that it is time for him to prepare for the funeral.
With three words, Liang He almost broke his weak breath and paused for a long time: "Don't cut it, can it be possible to cut out flowers?"
Ji Shenyu frowned, wriggled his wrists back and forth, pinched the apple, and cut out a jasmine flower in a few seconds. After peeling, the peel and shavings fell to the ground. He finally raised his head and stared blankly at Liang Hecheng.
"Master, you don't have to worry about it." Ji Shenyu said, "You are not an old man who doesn't care, you have an apprentice. I will prepare for the funeral, and it will be done decently and properly."
As the sun goes down, the living people send each other with all their hearts, and then welcome the sun in the future.
The master and apprentice were speechless for a while, when suddenly a man came from outside the ward, black clothes and pale face, it was Fang Huaiqing. The door was pushed open, Fang Huaiqing walked in but didn't approach, standing, staring at the old man on the bed.
Liang Hecheng's turbid eyes opened slightly, thinking that it took a long time to confirm that this was not a scene in a dream, but his kindly apprentice. Looking down, he peeked into Fang Huaiqing's sleeves, eager to know if those hands were still there
Ji Shenyu said deliberately, "I came empty-handed."
Fang Huaiqing said, "It's not too bad for the two catties of fruit. Besides, I didn't bring it either."
The filthy old eyes turned black in an instant, and all hope was lost. Liang Hecheng gasped for breath, and his distended belly made him unable to turn over. "No hands..." he muttered, then muttered softly, then more quietly, "No hands... useless."
Fang Huaiqing finally approached slowly. He didn't plan to talk about what happened, what he did or what he tasted. The old man was critically ill, and he couldn't save it or let it go, so he just took a look.
Another apology.
Moving to the side of the bed, Fang Huaiqing knelt on the ground, the smell of medicine lingered on the tip of his nose, and his eyes were on the old man's withered face. He opened his lips and smiled helplessly: "Can I still be called?"
Liang Hecheng beat the bed with grief: "Then what are you doing?! See my joke?!"
Fang Huaiqing's pale face finally turned bloody, and the redness gathered at the corners of his eyes, turning into two streams of water, dripping down and dripping on the sheets. "Master." He was like a gossamer, "Master, I am unworthy."
Liang Hecheng glanced at him with hatred and anger. Yesterday's betrayal was still vivid in his mind. His heart was torn apart, and the pain from the tumor was not as painful as this bastard. Betrayal, greed invades the brain, if it is really in exchange for wealth and glory, it will be fine... But what is this? Lose your reputation, lose your hands!
The old man couldn't move, couldn't scold, this half-dead body couldn't even bear the anger. Ji Shenyu rushed to cheer him up, scooping warm water to fill his seam, he struggled to sit for a while, exhaling one word - hand.
Fang Huaiqing couldn't hold back any longer, his cold face was immediately removed, and he whimpered. He leaned over on the side of the bed, his empty cuffs were grabbed by Liang Hecheng, and he let go of it tightly. Liang He used those six fingers to drill into his cuff, he didn't dare to hide, and let the other side touch his wrist.
The rough scars, the hand of the painter, the immortals and the famous mountains and rivers are gone, only the rough scars are left!
Ji Shenyu was heartbroken, and then burst into tears while crying. Ordinary people can't accept being disabled, let alone a craftsman. A pair of wonderful hands with great ability, able to draw gold and hook silver, and to burn porcelain and pottery, they were chopped, rotten, and buried.
Fang Huaiqing sighed in grief, admitting his mistake before his teacher died in resentment.
Ji Shenyu let Liang He take his wish here, and Ding Hanbai ran with Tong Peifan day and night there. It was night, the two met at the intersection, walked to the gate in parallel, and sat on the threshold in unison.
The red lanterns hang high, even in troubled times.
Ding Hanbai put his arms around Ji Shenyu's shoulder and said, "Today, I went to Tangtong Village with Brother Tong, and I am determined to use the old kiln and expand it a little more. The guy also recruited from the villagers."
Ji Shenyu asked, "That's not too bad, why are you frowning?"
Ding Hanbai said: "Brother Tong only promised to partner verbally, but it hasn't been implemented on a paper contract yet, and your savage brother seems to be reluctant. I'm afraid that something will happen to Brother Tong."
Ji Shenyu was silent for a moment, then leaned into Ding Hanbai's ear and coaxed: "It doesn't matter if Brother Ye is willing or not, he can't delay other people's career prospects. Dear brother, I will help you ask in Tong Village tomorrow. "
Relying on no one around, he almost threw himself on Ding Hanbai. Ding Hanbai put his arms around him, gave him a peck, reached into his collar and pinched the back of his neck, and asked, "Are you still learning how to drive when you go back to Tongcun? Are you still stepping on the river with hysteria?"
When the past came up, Ji Shenyu retorted: "Then if I step in the river again, will you throw away the coat that I used to wipe my feet?"
Ding Hanbai said, "Throw it."
Get up and run!
Ji Shenyu is chasing after him, throw it away? Do you think his feet are dirty? Carrying his legs that night, let him step on his shoulders, wishing his ankles would suck a flower out of him. The shadow wall corridor, through the house and through the courtyard, this enemy slipped without a shadow due to his height and long legs. As soon as he entered the arch, he was picked up, swayed, smiled, and had a good time in the dark courtyard.
Strictly speaking, Ji Shenyu was not yet seventeen, but he had already told Ding Hanbai to eat meat and instigate bones.
Ding Hanbai thought he was not a gentleman, but when he bumped into Ji Shenyu's eyes, he bumped into Ji Shenyu's fine skin and tender flesh, and he even recognized that he was frivolous and flirtatious.
After a long stay, he went to Tong Village the next day. Ji Shenyu lay in the back row and slept soundly all the way.
The porcelain kiln has been refurbished, and it is not new inside and out, but it is still the same. After parking the car and turning off the engine, Ding Hanbai said, "I brought the contract, and you will pay Fang Huaiqing in a while. I will talk to Brother Tong alone."
Ji Shenyu sat up slowly: "I brought a pack of pistachios, but I'll give him nuts."
Ding Hanbai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and co-authoring was just such a trick. Ji Shenyu didn't say much, got out of the car and went straight to the firebox to visit. He will be here for porcelain firing in the future, and he can finally make porcelain.
As soon as Tong Peifan and Fang Huaiqing arrived, Ding Hanbai and Tong Peifan went to see the situation of the expansion, Ji Shenyu and Fang Huaiqing got into the office. The room was narrow, and the two of them sat next to each other, still living apart like strangers.
Ji Shenyu said, "Brother, the completion of this Tong kiln is just around the corner. It just so happens that Brother Tong has a house in the village, so you can save yourself the trouble."
Fang Huaiqing said: "It's your brother's job to complete it. It has nothing to do with Tong Peifan. He didn't sign or put his fingerprints. Even if he signed it, it doesn't matter to me, it's not a grasshopper on a rope.
Ji Shenyu pondered for a moment, then asked, "Senior brother, do you know stone well?" He was a little puzzled when he got a negative answer. In recent years, Tong Peifan has turned a stone, but Fang Huaiqing does not understand, the two have no cooperative relationship, neither cooperation nor the ability to survive. Why does Tong Peifan take care of Fang Huaiqing and listen to Fang Huaiqing's opinions.
He said, "Brother Tong, maybe you have a deep relationship with Brother Tong. He is taking care of you now to make your life worry-free. If Brother Tong can get married, have children, get married and start a family, he won't be able to take care of you anymore." He understood that Fang Huaiqing was in the past. I have come to this porcelain kiln often, and my hands must have produced many treasures, which are now abandoned, so I don’t want to be hurt by the scene.
"What are you going to do alone?" he said, "Let Brother Tong and my brother partner with you, and you are here to help. At least the money you earn will allow you to live a good life."
Fang Huaiqing asked back: "Your brother can do it yourself, you are more proficient in the doorway of firing porcelain, why bother us."
Ji Shenyu replied: "To be honest, running a kiln is only a part. My brother has to do far more than that, and his main energy cannot be put on it."
Fang Huaiqing didn't answer, staring at Ji Shenyu without moving, for a long time Yang opened the corner of his mouth and smiled grimly. "Junior brother, you are procrastinating while procrastinating, are you tired?" He paused, and his voice became vague, "Your senior brother has already signed the contract for Tong Peifan, right? There is no need for this, it's my business whether I am happy or not. Son, how could he be interfered with by a cripple like me because he has hands and feet."
With a bang, the door was broken open, and Tong Peifan came in with a contract. Party A had the seal of Ding Hanbai, but Party B had not signed it. He walked over to Fang Huaiqing and squatted down, looking at the person as if asking a teacher to ask for guilt.
"You bastard," he said. He heard it all.
Ding Hanbai also came in, the small office suddenly seemed cramped. He closed the door and said, "You are not relatives, not because of your relationship. One flees for his life, and the other dares to take care of him. Rescue, support, and even listen to opinions on the future. Brother Tong, is your Guanyin reincarnated?"
Fang Huaiqing cast a glance: "You are more straightforward than this junior brother, what else do you want to say?"
Ding Hanbai said again: "Brother Tong, you still don't talk about marriage at your age, and you don't want children, aren't you in a hurry?"
These words seem to be obscure, but in fact they clearly imply something, Ji Shenyu looked at Ding Hanbai in astonishment, and then turned to look at the two after reading it. Looking around, his head was twisted like a rattle.
Tong Peifan said, "This bastard can't get pregnant, what can I do?"
These words exploded with a bang like a cannon thrown by a child outside. Fang Huaiqing's pale cheeks turned red, and his body couldn't help shaking. Falling in a pool of blood just hurts, but at this moment, he has been stripped to the public and nailed to the pillar of shame.
Ji Shenyu wasn't much better, how could he have thought that the two were in such a relationship, so stiff that he couldn't give any reaction. Ding Hanbai approached and pulled him, took him out, left the kiln, and walked straight to the river.
In the office, Tong Peifan reached out and touched Fang Huaiqing's face, it was hot and delicate, so he couldn't take it back. Fang Huaiqing's eyelashes trembled, and he sneered and cried: "Even if you sell your butt, Enke still enjoys a fig leaf, you are really ruthless."
Tong Peifan followed with a smile: "I'm ruthless? I take you at risk, eat and drink water, dress and wash and wait on me, I'm ruthless? Your crippled body allows me to toss, but when did you feel uncomfortable? You can't even bark a cat!"
Fang Huaiqing weakly scolded "perverted".
Tong Peifan admitted: "I am a pervert hanged on your tree." He put the contract on Fang Huaiqing's lap, "I will watch this kiln in the future, follow me if you want, wait for me at home if you don't want to. get off work."
Fang Huaiqing's red eyes: "I'm here to meet the two of them, and let them laugh at me being fucked by you?"
This is to agree to sign, Tong Peifan took out his pen to sign, got up and leaned into the other party's ear, and said contentedly: "Ding Hanbai and your junior brother are also secretly Chencang, no one should laugh at anyone."
The two people in the dark Chencang were blowing wind by the river, and the ripples kept fluctuating. Ji Shenyu became more and more upset. Turning his head, he met Ding Han Baiyouzai's expression and asked, "Why are you so happy?"
Ding Hanbai opened the skylight and said eloquently: "The world's gossip, the number of love and hate, and the fun of the boudoir, it's so interesting." Besides, the riverside, the woods, this kind of place with its own suggestive atmosphere , so that he can only imagine some unrefined spring phenology, naturally happy.
When they went back, the four of them faced each other, both of them were as if nothing had happened, their faces were flushed, and it was clear at a glance who was ashamed and who was shameless.
The cooperation was reached. On the eighth day of the lunar new year, the holiday of those who went to work ended, and the Tong kiln was officially completed and put into operation.
Fortunately, the unparalleled arrival of Liang Hecheng's life is already hanging by a thread.
In the hospital ward, Ji Shenyu brought a black satin jacket and new cotton trousers, and put them on one by one for Liang He, but the other's foot was so swollen that he couldn't put on his shoes, so it could only be exposed. Ding Han Baihou was beside him and kept looking at the door. He informed Zhang Sinian, but Zhang Sinian didn't come.
"Master, take a bite." Ji Shenyu held a bowl of dumplings, he understood that the old man couldn't wait for the Lantern Festival.
Liang Hecheng ate a bit with difficulty, and said dryly, "Small house..." He heard about the partnership, and instructed, "You have to be careful, if he relapses, don't hurt you."
Ji Shenyu nodded: "Master, I know."
Liang Hecheng added: "Destroy or sell the items at home. If you are thinking about me, leave one or two items and dispose of the rest." He worked hard to build them, but he was like an abandoned pair of sandals, "My apprentice What you are most afraid of is to live in the shadow of Master, without me it is not that you will have no help, it is the time to be on your own."
At the last moment of life, the master's consideration is all about the apprentice.
Ji Shenyu was calm just now, but now his nose is sore that he can't hold back.
"Three hundred and sixty lines, there are so many things to learn in each line. If you want to be professional and skilled, you must continue to practice and explore. You... It's only a matter of time before you become a great player." Liang Hecheng was bored, his eyes closed. not moving at all.
The air was stagnant, and no one said a word.
Tick by second, the dying and the farewell stalemate.
Ding Hanbai said, "Pearl, let Master Liang go well."
Ji Shenyu leaned over to Liang Hecheng's ear, and recited the essentials with a steady voice: "The utensils must be handled, and the glaze must be even..."
The old man took a deep breath, closed his eyes slowly, and muttered—the utensils should be served, the glaze should be even, the color should be correct, and the style should be studied... The ability to study in this life will accompany him to the end of his life, his voice will gradually decrease, and there will be no more life.
Ji Shenyu took Liang Hecheng's body back to Miao'an Alley overnight, hung up white flags, and organized a funeral. During the two-day vigil, some neighbors came to offer condolences, but there were only some neighbors.
The funeral was carried out early on the third day, and before the coffin was lifted, a tricycle antique vase was transported first. Neighbors stood in the alley to watch, whispering, one car, two cars, and when the three cars were pulled, their secret exclamations turned into loud exclamations.
Ding Hanbai said: "there are some left, you can keep it."
Ji Shenyu tied the filial cloth, nodded, then raised the pastel bowl for drinking water and shattered the bowl. The big guy helped carry the coffin and prepared to board the funeral car after leaving the alley. Everyone was watching, and there seemed to be a commotion at this time.
"Borrow the light, borrow the light... let's get out of the way!"
The crowd opened a gap, Zhang Sinian rushed out holding the old bag, and took aim at the ebony coffin. He approached a little, and in front of so many people's eyes, he shouted - Six Fingers!
Ji Shenyu held the coffin: "Master, the blind eye is here."
Everyone was surprised, wondering if it was a relative or an enemy. Zhang Sinian looked around, saw the three-wheeler playing, and shouted, "—Six Fingers! You just left, who will I fight in the future?!"
He suddenly laughed: "How many things you've made in your life, all of them are fake. You're leaving, I'll add some real ones for you today! You can't take them to the sky or put them in the ground, you should listen to them. Be loud!"
Zhang Sinian took out a vase from an old bag, and smashed it to the ground before anyone could see it clearly. The tiles splashed loudly. Ding Hanbai signed up loudly: "Golden Color Ball Flower Appreciation Vase!"
Zhang Sinian threw another one, and Ding Hanbai continued: "The blue and white bowl with branches in all directions!"
This brain smashed three or four pieces, shattering porcelain everywhere, worth hundreds of thousands. Zhang Sinian sacrificed a treasure to the Six Fingers, the only opponent who could not tell the difference. After smashing, pull up the old bag, turn around and leave.
He is like a lunatic on the stage, letting the idiots around him speculate. He thought that he was at a loss. The surnamed Liang died first, and when he passed away, who would come to see him apart from his apprentice
Nobody deserves it!
The funeral car slowly crossed the street, and when it reached the street, it ran to the crematorium without looking back. After half a day's work, the dust returned to the dust, the soil returned to the soil, Ji Shenyu was very tired after finishing everything, and when he and Ding Hanbai got home, they fell on the bed.
He climbed to the window again, pushed it open and glanced at the sky.
Ding Hanbai was behind him: "Master Liang's six fingers are always on the edge, softer than other fingers."
Ji Shenyu was in a trance: "Have you touched it?"
Ding Hanbai said, "When you cried beside his bed that night, he stretched out his hand to me, and I touched it."
In that outstretched hand, there was a note of paper, rolled up a few times, with mottled handwriting. Ding Hanbai surrounded Ji Shenyu, raised his hands in front of him, and spread them out gently, revealing his last words against the sky.
- Be kind to my disciples, thank you very much.
He rode the white crane and went without a will.
The author has something to say: Liang Hecheng: The surnamed Zhang, if I die, you will be in the limelight and lose again!