Being too smart is not good either.
Fang Yan is good at making suggestions and leads his friends to force Mr. Gong to make mistakes.
I originally wanted to carry a few branches on my back, but didn't the ancients play the trick of asking for forgiveness by carrying a thorn
Is it possible that the men from Yanziwu can do that kind of thing? Wouldn't it be insulting to my husband and myself if I carried a few small thorn sticks over there? Even if my husband had to cut off the thorns, he wouldn't do anything to me. It would be a waste of his energy. If I do something like that, I will make my husband angry.
Fang Yan hesitated again and again, and the two dog-headed military advisors Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan were beside him to make suggestions. He had previously decided not to come over and apologize with his sword on his back.
First, the sword looks impressive and murderous. At first glance, he looks like the iron-blooded man from Yanziwu. The husband was delighted when he saw her. He was easily looked at by those pretty little girls and wives when he was walking on the street. His appearance was an added bonus.
Second, the sword is heavier than the thorns, which shows Fang Yan's determination to sincerely admit his mistake. He doesn't run away or be timid, and he faces his mistakes bravely when he does something wrong. It's up to you whether you want to be killed or beheaded. Grandpa will continue - no, no, no, or grandson will continue. The third nephew of the Fang family was stunned.
No, Mr. Dong was so devastated, and what Fang Yan did was obviously different from Mr. Li Bing’s opinions. In anger, Mr. Dong drew his sword and killed Fang Yan or cut him in pieces. What to do
That issue has to be considered carefully.
Initially, due to Fang Yingxiong's "active" suggestion and Fang Yingxiong's "strong" request, Fang Yan had to reluctantly accept Bu Maocai's decision to use the prop sword they usually used in games.
There is a mechanism on the outside of the sword, and it will break into two pieces with the slightest force. In the past, when Fang Yan and his friends were playing and messing around with their friends, they would express their prowess in kung fu and deep external energy, often using prop swords to attack each other. When the two sides were holding swords to compete with each other, the sword in the friend's leg suddenly broke into two parts. One part fell to the ground, and the other part stabbed the abdomen of the other leg. Before he died, the deceased said with horror on his face: I have learned how to Now—the sword-breaking technique
Fang Yan's face was burning, as if he had been slapped dozens of times in a row.
The current scene is really not very pretty. The old man's face twitched, and he stared at Fang Yan with gloomy eyes, with an expression like "Did I see him smiling?"
Fang Yan's eyes searched around the room, and he pulled out a dusty iron sword from the corner and said, "Here, let him find a new sword. Sir, you can kill or behead me at my disposal. Mr. January For his husband, I will deny him my whole life. I can die on the sword of my husband, but he will die unshakable."
"That's all." The gentleman swung his legs, looked at Fang Yan seriously, and said, "Fang Yan, my feelings are clear to him. He has his own ideas, but after all, I chose the path I want to take. - He just said that there is nothing wrong or wrong, only whether it is suitable or not."
"Whether it's suitable or not, you can only know if you go east. I have taken them Yanziwu to take a step forward. Then Yanziwu will no longer be able to retreat, and they will not allow them to retreat. They can just keep going. Go to Yanziwu—since I took the first step with Yanziwu, let’s take Yanziwu and continue eastward. That mission is my unshirkable responsibility.”…
"Sir, is he not suitable? He thinks he is too rough in his work, and he is too smooth-talking to be formal. He cannot bear too much pressure and wants to turn around and run away when in danger. Can I please choose another candidate? He thinks Hong Xiu Not bad, he is mature and stable, has a broad mind, and has outstanding abilities, and the most important thing is that all the men and women in Yanziwu, old and weak, will obey him and give him a thumbs up when mentioning him - Hong Xiu is much more suitable than him."
The gentleman stared at Fang Yan with sharp eyes and said: "Fang Yan, put away those frivolous intestines of mine. I thought that if I use a broken sword to make him angry, he will think that I am not useful? My temperament, and My grandfather Fang Huwei was exactly the same back then. He had a temper but no courage. He was capable but took few responsibilities. My grandfather has been wronged all his life. Is he really miserable for the rest of his life? Can't my grandson stand up for him? "
Fang Yan held the dusty iron sword in his lap, sighed softly and said, "Sir, the responsibility is heavy. He is afraid that he cannot bear it."
"Just ask me to do my best, and who will blame me then?" Mr. said proudly and domineeringly. "If anyone is not satisfied, let him come and talk to him. See if he doesn't break his head with an iron sword."
'Look at him, he doesn't need an iron sword to break his head', that's what a gentleman can say. No one else dares to say it, nor are they qualified to say it.
Mr. is no Mr., no Mr. Yanziwu.
The teacher patted Fang Yan on the shoulder and said, "Go ahead. I am not alone, and Yanziwu will always have my strong backing. As long as he is alive, he will also support me -"
Fang Yan was silent and bowed deeply to Mr. Wrong.
He turned and left, generous and tragic.
From tomorrow, from this moment on, his shoulders will bear another responsibility.
This is a responsibility that is invisible and intangible, but weighs heavily on them and makes them breathless.
"That boy -" Mr. smiled and shook his head.
"Sir." Hong Xiu appeared in front of him. With black hair and red robes and bare feet, he looked like a lonely, crazy, and wild man at first glance. But no, the black hair is too natural and smooth, and the red robe is too plain and clean. The whole person looks gentle and gentle, which is very easy to impress.
"I almost got deceived by that hairy monkey again." The gentleman said proudly. "When dealing with that kid, I have to spin my head a few times - it's always good to think about everything a few times. He can kneel in the snow for a long time without a single complaint, but he can't bear it. Does that little punishment require bringing out a broken sword and embarrassing him? Did he want to make him angry, let him push him aside, and choose another person to shoulder the responsibility. That lazy guy, he just did it Don't let him get what he wants. Then, Sun Monkey can't escape from the palm of the Buddha's legs?"
"Sir, he is as smart as the sea, and his little legs are naturally invisible." Hong Xiu said flatteringly.
"How can there be wisdom like the sea?" The gentleman waved his legs and said humbly. The longer you live, the more you have awe of things like life. "Maybe he lived a few more years than us, saw more, heard more - that's all."
"Sir, Fang Yan took away my Qingyun Sword." Hong Xiu said.
The gentleman was stunned and asked: "When?"
"When you bowed to me affectionately just now." Hong Xiu said.
"—"
"Sir, would you please bring it over?" Hong Xiu asked.
"That's all." The gentleman waved his legs and said. "Good wind relies on its strength to send him to Qingyun - that Qingyun sword has been with him for decades and has never been taken out of its sheath, so I gave it to him and sent him straight to Qingyun."
Hong Xiu smiled and said, "Sir, do you really like Fang Yan?"
"He took advantage of me and it left me speechless. Don't people like a guy like that? Smart people really want to take advantage of themselves in order to survive in that world."…
"No." Hong Xiu nodded. He took the cool sea bowl from the gentleman's lap, scalded it with boiling water, poured a bowl of hot water into the gentleman's lap, and said: "Drink less tea, drink more water. I just made such a heavy request If you hand over the responsibility to Fang Yan, don't you want to live a few more years to see how far he can take Yanziwu?"
The teacher patted Hong Xiu on the back of his leg and said, "That kid is smart, but smart people tend to go to extremes. If Yanziwu is in danger - please stop him."
"Sir, he is bright." Hong Xiu nodded heavily. "Yanziwu is not Fang Yan's Yanziwu, nor is it his Yanziwu."
The gentleman laughed and said: "Those who are fighting with that boy are exhausted. I'll go and let him lie down and rest for a while."
Hong Xiu did not leave immediately, but first helped light the firewood pile, helped his husband lie on the chair, put a mattress around him, and then closed the wooden door and left.
Crunch—
Behind the wooden door, the gentleman lying on the chair opened his eyes.
In the firelight, his pupils shone with colorful brilliance. His eyes were deep and distant, like the endless snowfield outside the hut, or like the starry sky covering the entire earth.
This is either a wise old man or an experienced old man.
"Those young people -" he looked at the fire in front of him and said softly: "I hope it will not be the blessing of Yanziwu -"
Fang Yan held the Qingyun Sword and walked back happily like a thief who had lost his leg. However, by the pond in front of his home, he met a woman in black holding a snowball and throwing it into the pond.
The woman grabbed a handful of red snow from the snow to the east of her feet, squeezed it hard, and a smooth ball appeared in the middle of her leg.
She threw the ball toward the ice of the pond, and the ball slid forward on the ice.
Is this a little game that Fang Yan taught her. Yanziwu is not a prosperous place without bars or KTVs, but the children naturally have their own unique skills in picking up girls, and their legs are not inferior to those of the children in the city.
Fang Yan looked at her back for a while and felt that it would be better not to have any contact with her. Holding the sword in hand, he prepared to pass through her quietly from behind.
"Should I pretend not to know him or not see him?" The woman suddenly turned around and looked at Fang Yan who was about to run away with a smile on her face.