"Thank you, sir." Ye Wenrou said in a crisp voice with a respectful look on her face.
Mr. is the village chief of Yanziwu and the most respected old man. He is highly respected and has many followers, including Fang Yan, who was also a die-hard fan of Mr.
The teacher had some criticism and scolding towards Ye Wenrou for her sudden breakthrough, which was a matter of course in anyone's eyes. Not only could you not be annoyed by it, but you would also feel 'deeply honored' to be cared for.
At least, that's what Ye Wenrou thought in her heart.
Ye Wenrou knew that Fang Yan and her husband had a grudge, and before the truth came to light, the two parties were in a state of hostility.
If Fang Yan and her husband come into conflict, she will choose to stand on Fang Yan's side without hesitation.
Fang Yan went in, and she went in too.
If Fang Yan fought, she would fight.
However, the person standing in front of her was the teacher, the teacher of all Yanziwu people. For a long time, they had formed such a habit. What the teacher said was right, what the teacher wanted to do was right, it was good for me if the teacher cared about me, and it was also good for me if the teacher scolded me. All Yanziwu people were proud to be taught or scolded by the teacher.
After decades of operation, it can be said that the gentleman has not done anything deliberately.
Just like seeds will eventually sprout, tadpoles will eventually turn into frogs, Mr. has become the oldest and most solid monument in Yanziwu----
Ye Wenrou doesn't like Mr. because his apprentice Bai Xiu killed Fang Yan's father----
Ye Wenrou had to respect the master, just like all Yanziwu people had to respect the master. It was a habit.
"It is a blessing and a sorrow for the Ye family to have you." The gentleman sighed and said, "You have such a talent, but you happened to be born to a girl. I'm afraid the Ye family is unwilling to let you go out easily, right?"
Ye Wenrou didn't expect that her husband would discuss this topic with her. A faint red streak crept up the depths of her neck, and the bases of her ears also turned red. However, she remained expressionless and said calmly, "Who can predict what will happen in the future?"
"Yes, who can predict what will happen in the future?" The gentleman grinned. His smile was kind and gentle, just like the satisfaction and admiration of an elderly man who collects manure in the village when he sees his younger generation making progress. "When the time comes, things will work out. You don't have to think too much. You failed the test but didn't suffer any sequelae. This shows that God is kind to you. Take a good rest. Gather strength and try to explore the way of heaven again."
"Yes, sir." Ye Wenrou thanked again.
The gentleman's gaze finally shifted to Fang Yan's face. It was neither abrupt nor weird, but just so natural.
The smile on his face had not yet disappeared when he faced Ye Wenrou, so when he saw Fang Yan, there was still a lingering smile on his face.
However, the smile did not disappear immediately, but instead showed signs of gradually spreading.
The gentleman's skin was dark, just like the tree bark or dried sheep dung that could be seen everywhere near Shihezi.
Because of her dark skin, the wrinkles on her face don't appear deep.
His eyes were cloudy, with red blood vessels crisscrossing the whites of his eyes.
It makes people feel friendly, but also makes people feel difficult to get close to.
"Are you back?" The gentleman looked at Fang Yan and said.
It was a casual conversation that was not affected by the weather, just like the words Fang Yan had used to greet him countless times when he came back from outside.
At that time, he might be wandering around the village in a gray robe, and more often, like today, he would carry a dung basket and pick up dung at the edge of the village. The people of Yanziwu raised countless pigs, cattle and sheep, and most of them were free-range. However, you rarely saw animal excrement and urine in or outside the village. This is because Yanziwu has a sunset red "shit shoveling team" headed by Mr., who has been doing the cleaning work silently.
Hearing his question, Fang Yan felt extremely unwilling.
He came back just to see the master. When he was in Huacheng, he had already begun to conceive and plan the bloody confrontation with the master. What kind of face will the master put on, and how should he respond politely. What will the master say in the first sentence? He should give a perfect answer while making the outside world think that he is a persecuted little boy-----
For this reason, Li Xiaotian, Ye Fengsheng and others returned from Yanjing one by one and gathered in Yanziwu in order to show off their prestige. They refused to back down even when threatened and even beaten by their elders, just to stand up at the critical moment, standing out with passion and enthusiasm to stand with Fang Yan.
They've been planning this for so long and putting so much effort into it, sir - is this his attitude
You should be angry, you should be furious, you should roar, you can also - hit people with a shit shovel
Or you can display the majesty and dominance of a superior, and then use the scheming and means you have accumulated for decades to ask yourself some sharp but profound questions-----
How could you do nothing? Just a simple "I'm back" broke the deadlock between the two of you
"I'm back." Fang Yan replied in a muffled voice.
Because the gentleman did not play by the rules, he could not play the cards he had prepared.
The gentleman nodded and said, "I heard from them a few days ago that you were back, and I thought you would come to see me right away. I haven't been to the academy these days, and I brew big leaf tea several times a day, but I didn't see you."
What does it mean
"You're taking advantage of me." Fang Yan thought angrily.
Fang Yan looked at Fang Yan and said, "Sir, do you want me to go?"
"Of course I hope you will go," said the gentleman. "The later you go, the worse my character is in your eyes----"
The gentleman looked around and said, "Winter is coming. Before the snow closes the mountain, the animals on the mountain will be more active. I have been collecting manure all afternoon and my throat is so dry that it is smoking."
The gentleman looked at Ye Wenrou and said, "Wenrou, go back first. If you go back too late, your family will worry about whether you have been tricked by this kid and taken to do something bad."
As if he knew Ye Wenrou would definitely agree, after saying that, he shifted his gaze to Fang Yan again and said, "Come with me. Let's have a private conversation---"
Ye Wenrou looked at Fang Yan, and Fang Yan nodded at her.
Ye Wenrou still looked at Fang Yan, and Fang Yan smiled bitterly and said, "Go back."
Ye Wenrou nodded and said, "I'll go back first."
Ye Wenrou turned and left, walking towards the village of Yanziwu.
The gentleman also carried the dung basket on his back and walked towards Yanziwu, and Fang Yan followed closely behind him.
When we got to the master's hut, he poured the manure from the manure basket into the manure pit. The village was so backward that it didn't even have biogas. So after the manure fermented on its own, it was picked up by manpower and spread in the wheat or rape fields.
He threw the dung basket in the corner outside the courtyard gate, went to the yard to fetch a bucket of water to wash his hands and face, then pushed open the wooden door and took the large enamel pot on the table and gulped down a large breath. Then, as if he remembered Fang Yan again, he said, "Would you like some tea?"
Fang Yan refused and said, "I've been taking tonic medicine recently, and I'm afraid it will take effect and I won't be able to drink tea."
The gentleman did not force it, and said, "Everyone says you make great tea. Even Daoling, who has enjoyed a good life in the city, highly praises your tea art. I have never had the chance to taste it."
Fang Yan did not respond.
If he doesn't resolve the knot in his heart, he's afraid he will never make a pot of good tea for his husband in his life.
The gentleman stood inside the door holding a teacup in his hand, while Fang Yan stood outside the door in a white robe. There was only a threshold between the two of them.
The light in the hut was dim, and the gentleman's face was hidden in this gloomy atmosphere.
The sun was shining outside, and Fang Yan, dressed in a white shirt, looked handsome, just like the golden sunlight in the sky, dazzling people's eyes.
"You're too late." The gentleman looked at Fang Yan and said.
Fang Yan nodded and said, "It may be too early. I always feel that I am not ready and want to spend more time with the people close to me. After all, I don't have any relatives around me."
"You have always been a good boy who values friendship and loyalty." The teacher praised. "What you said is something that everyone should care about. There is nothing more important in this world."
Fang Yan's mouth showed a hint of sarcasm, and he said, "If you had said that before, I would have been very proud for a long time. Even the teacher praised me so much, which proves that I must be such an excellent person."
"What now?"
"Now I feel that this is a great irony for me." Fang Yan said. "You wish I had come earlier?"
"I wish you had come sooner."
"You said that the later I come, the worse your character is in my eyes-----" Fang Yan's eyes became sharp, staring coldly at the gentleman standing in front of him, and said, "Are you so confident in your own character?"
The gentleman picked up the teacup and took a big sip of tea, then said, "You have a violent temper in your heart."
"That's murderous intent." Fang Yan said. "Three years ago, it was hostility. After three years of digestion, it has long since turned into murderous intent."
"You don't want to kill me," said the gentleman.
"------"
"If you want to kill someone, you would have found ways to kill him long ago." The gentleman looked at Fang Yan and said, "Conspiracy, ambush, poisoning, or any other method - these are all things you, Fang Yan, can do."
"---------" (To be continued)