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One thing, in fact, has always felt strange, that is, Master's laissez-faire attitude towards me over the past few years.

At first, because she was unable to restrain her heartbeat, she deliberately distanced herself from her children, but she misunderstood that I missed my distant relatives, and just let me go, even to encourage me to leave. She didn't say much. I said I had to go back and arrange for Dad to come back. She also accepted it in full. I fully agreed and never said anything about the matter.

Strange? What's strange? I really have to think about it alone, but I think it makes sense. The piles and pieces are just the Master ’s caring for the disciples.

Therefore, the kind of faint strangeness has been left behind by me, and I have always thought of it as too much trouble for myself.

However, at this moment, after reading this inexplicable letter in his hand, he unintentionally connected himself with those wineware, a flash of thought in his head, his back was suddenly cold, and his heart seemed to shake the waves.

I have had only one contact with these wine utensils, this altar, this wine glass, and that was a few years ago, by the Master He Shou, the three of us were on the stone table outside the cave. , The breeze setting sun, enjoying the dinner together.

Even after many years, when I recall it, that evening was still vivid and colorful, it was a golden dusk, the wine jar was full of old wines, and the wine bottle was a new product just out of the kiln. He Lianer brought back the side dishes from the restaurant under the mountain. At that time, the master drank a lot. Firstly, he drank a lot, but at last he seemed a bit lonely. As for Lianer, he was the first time in his life to drink and was faint.

I remember this meal ended without a word, the trainer fell asleep drunk, the master went for a walk to drink, and I ...

And I, involuntarily, kissed the child ...

Suddenly it was like awakening the person in the dream, looking down at the small poem on the paper, and I do n’t know if it was psychological or what. At this time, looking at the verse again, it seemed that it was no longer simple, and the more I saw it, the more I felt in the lines Means that this "green bamboo is half-contained, and the new shoots come out of the wall" is it a metaphor for my mind? Is it true that "the invasion of the book is late, and the wine is desolate" implies the position of Master at the time? Did she really see the scene then?

If you think about it, it ’s not impossible, but it ’s very possible. Although she watched her go away at that time, there are too many reasons to go and return, not to mention Master ’s merits are not inferior to practicing children. Hole, just right ...

The fingers holding the tissue paper could not help but force, and my heart fell into a state of overwhelming. I always thought that such a mind could only be known by nature, but if Master had already noticed it, how could it be embarrassing? But on the other hand, if she was really aware, wouldn't it just be reasonable and reasonable to support and even induce me to leave after that ...

However, Master, such a Master, really treats his disciples as trouble, hoping that I might even induce me to leave and walk away?

I do n’t want to believe in such an explanation. If I do, I ’m afraid that it ’s more unacceptable than Master ’s early perception of that mind, and it also contradicts the long-term impression of her elderly observations. I shook my head suddenly and shook those slightly. The radical idea was driven out of his mind, turned around twice, then stood still, calmed down, and tried to understand a new context.

Let go of your thoughts and sort through again. If you think about it just now, even if the explanation of the far-fetched meeting passed the first two sentences, you ca n’t explain the last two sentences. Besides, think about it, there is another problem, that evening, even if By coincidence, Master and she could see my uncontrollable scene, and she could really guess what was in my heart?

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