Are You OK

One

There is no name and no surname for the master craftsman. Everyone just calls him a master craftsman, and I will learn it.

I took advantage of my parents' unpreparedness to jump over the wall and leave the hospital, and rushed to the master's house.The room has a cool bamboo atmosphere throughout the year, and the fragrance is like the fairy garden of a storyteller, so that when I think of the fairy, I see the figure of the sealer sitting by the paper window.As a craftsman in a remote town, he is too beautiful.

The sealer didn't talk a lot, and when he saw me coming, he asked, "Escape again?"

When he was expressionless, I felt a little stunned at him, holding up a stubborn smile and said: "Good master, let me hide for a while, that martial arts practice is really miserable."

The sealer did not nod his head or punish people, but did not see.I was able to drag across a bench with a smile, sitting on the side with my cheeks and watching him cut out thin and thin bamboo strips, and then used them to weave sieves and weave summer mats.

My parents are all in the rivers and lakes, and run a little-known school.It is said that the master’s generation was once famous for a while, but unfortunately the talents are dying, and my father’s generation only accepted four apprentices.In addition, there are occasional neighbors from the village who come here to learn some superficial skills.

My dad was quite upset about this, and he often told me about his life, asking me to concentrate on martial arts and revive the martial art.But I was born with a lazy bone, lacking interest in the hard practice of adjusting the breath, recognizing acupuncture points, and struggling, so I live very hard every day.

In comparison, it is interesting to see the work of the sealer.His pale fingers flew up and down, and the long bamboo strips flicked like a snake, constantly shuttled back and forth under the control.I have watched carefully, the hands and fingers are covered with thick, rough cocoons, and they look like they have been exhausted.

I frowned tightly. He might look interesting and turned to me and asked, "What are you annoying about?"

I said: "Your hand is ugly."

In fact, it is a pity that his face is matched with such a pair of hands.

He finally laughed.At this time, my dad's roar came from outside the house. I jumped up and wanted to slip through the window, but was grabbed by my dad who rushed in, picked up the back collar and punched the butt a few times.My father scolded me, and then apologized to the sealer: "The child is causing you trouble."

He smiled and said it's okay, and glanced at me, probably wanting to see if I was crying.I grimaced at him and said, "See you tomorrow."

My family is a frequent visitor to the sealer, and every time he asks him to make bamboo baskets and plaques.It is said that when the sealer appeared in the town for the first time, it was my parents who rescued him.

He was a teenager, desolately injured, almost dead on the street.My father carried him back home, and my mother was acquainted with medical sciences and kept making medicine for him. It took him three days to snatch him from Hades.After he regained consciousness, he forgot his surname and name, did not remember where his hometown was, and could not answer why he lived here.It just so happened that the old stickman here was getting older and took him as an apprentice to help with work.

It only takes a few months for the sealer to do more delicate work than the master craftsman. The strips of bamboo strips are as if they were measured with a ruler, and the beautiful and sturdy objects made are famous for a time.After the master died, he became the sealer in the town.

Neighbors and folks couldn't help but speculate about his origin.He didn't look like a craftsman, let alone a martial artist. If he was a scholar, he was a little bit more unspeakable.My parents once asked him privately if he still remembered a little bit of the past. Seeing him shook his head, she had to give up.

Only once, I followed him to the bamboo forest five miles away to see him cutting bamboo, but when I got there, I waited to fall asleep again.When I woke up, I was lying on the fallen leaves, and the bitter fragrance of the plants and trees came into my nose.When I opened my eyes, I saw a person holding a bamboo branch in a dim light, and the silhouette was astonishing.

At that time, it was thin Xishan, like a golden gauze woven with mist on his flying clothes and hair.He seemed to be dancing a sword, and he seemed to be just simply dancing with the sex, flying against the leaves of the forest, making me unable to remember whether I was in a dream.

After he didn't mention it, I dared not ask, for fear that he would never let me find him again.

two

My father and mother had mediocre martial arts, and couldn't teach any masters, but the apprentices just followed them.In the winter when I was seven years old, the sky fell heavy snow and dripped water into ice, and my brother picked up a dying man from the road again. His blood was so heavy that I hid outside the room and refused to enter.My father roughly counted and counted seven or eight kinds of sword injuries on him.

My mother persuaded: "This person has offended such an enemy, and I am afraid that I will get in trouble if I bring it back." My father said, "You can never see the death without saving. When he wakes up, let him go."

No one thought that man was a despicable thief.He has lived in my house for three days, and the medicine my mother prepared for him is still boiling on the stove, and he has already rolled up some pieces of silver and escaped without a trace.

No one thought that he was hunted down because he had stolen the secret secrets of the Bakumen in the world.

A few more days later, I went over the wall and sneaked into the bamboo forest. It was almost noon when I was playing. I was afraid that my parents would find me to eat, so I drove back with the roots of grass and leaves.Before I reached the town, I suddenly saw several black smoke rising straight from a distance, as if seven or eight households were on fire at the same time, and vaguely heard bursts of strange crying.I remembered the countermeasures my dad taught me to meet bad guys, and quickly hid in the shade of the trees, and slowly approached on tiptoes.

The Eight Sorrows went out to hunt down and lost the trace of the thieves. They determined that someone was hiding, arrested people around the town for questioning, and set fire to the house when they encountered resistance.In order to avoid murder, the well-informed neighbors led them to my house.

When I saw the gate of my house, it had been crushed.

A group of scarlet-clothed men rushed out of it, messy blood footprints on the ground.My parents’ bodies are like two weird-shaped dolls, with their limbs twisted lying down at the door.A man in scarlet clothes was pulling a long knife out of my senior's belly and bringing out an intestine, and he wiped it on my senior in disgust.

A pale hand suddenly covered my mouth from behind.I was picked up by someone, and the familiar bamboo incense lingered between my mouth and nose.

He quickly backed away, and I struggled to see my parents again, but when he hit the back of the neck with a hand knife, I couldn't remember the rest.

I was seriously ill, and it was half a month after I woke up again.Before Bakumen evacuated, he burned my house and the corpses together.

Throughout the winter, I slept in the bamboosmith's bed at night, and ran to the ruins during the day, sitting with hands withered for half a day.Sometimes half a porcelain bowl and a piece of cloth were turned out in the snow, and they were all brought back to the bamboo craftsman's house.He didn't say a word about this, and the right was not seen.

As the spring blossoms, the neighbors whose houses were burnt down began to rebuild their houses.I heard the movement of their brick walls, and I was really jealous.

One day, four or five neighbors in the town came to knock on the door.I hid in the back room and heard an old man persuade: "The child has already killed the whole family. I am afraid it is ominous. He has provoked the demons again. It will not be possible to stay here without causing more disasters..."

The sealer had no words. After a while, the old man said again: "Everyone is not unreasonable. Although you are also a foreigner, as long as you send the child away, you can naturally continue to live in the town."

At sunrise the next day, I was already on the rickety donkey cart, supporting the few belongings of the sewer.The Meritor turned my back to me and took the reins. I was so tired of crying, I stared at his thin and tall back from the red and swollen eyelids. I kept seeing peace in my heart and fell asleep.When he woke up again, he still drove the car in the same posture, as if he had never moved.Just like this for a few days, the grass grows along the road and the spring mountains are like a smile.

three

The sealer took me to live in a more remote village, and accepted me as an apprentice.After thinking about it, things in the world always seem to have established a causal cycle, and there is never any mistake.

I'm already at the age of knowing good and bad, knowing that he is kind to me.I helped him chopping wood and burning the floor to cook, and I quickly cut the bamboo strips he needed.Mermaid never talks, sometimes I wake up from dreams of old things, I am covered with cold sweat, I just feel that the house is too quiet.Quietly moved towards his half of the bed, I felt him turning over in the dark, and the warm palm covered with calluses tapped my back a few times.I felt ashamed again, gritted my teeth and retracted.

He was a young man who took me to live here alone, and the residents of the village had inquired a lot in secret.Several older children surrounded me with a smile, calling me a wild species without a mother, and said he was useless.I seem to understand or not. I looked back and found the home of the older child alone. I lay in ambush outside for a long time. When he went out to fetch water, I took advantage of the situation and raised the bamboo sticks.

The older child screamed and wanted to rush forward to fight back, but I was stunned and helpless, and the horrible howling sounded half a mile away.When he arrived at his house to chase me away, he was already fainted by me.

Back in the room, the sealer dug out the pile of tatters I was hoarding from under the bed, and raised half of the porcelain bowl to the ground.I cried and begged him, and the sealer sneered: "Your parents want to see you so good?"

I clamored again, and said fiercely: "It's nothing to make bamboo like you! You can't beat the bad guys, and you can only be bullied for a lifetime!"

The sealer laughed instead of anger, put down the porcelain bowl and fined me for a full month.He has become more fierce than my father back then. In addition to letting me help out every day, he also forced me to endorse and learn Chinese characters, and asked me to pass the examination for talents.I was very tired and lazy in studying, but I was keen to fight with those older children.I still remember the tricks taught by my parents back then, and they were extremely ruthless. They beat them one by one.

But this is far from enough. I am going to beat someone a hundred times more powerful than them.

Occasionally, color is hung on my body, which can't hide from the eyes of the sealer.He punished me not to eat, so I sat on the bed hungry and adjusted my breath.I didn't study hard in the beginning, but now I can't practice hard.

The master craftsman said: "Do you want to take revenge?" I asked, "Isn't it right?"

He said: "I won't let it."

I angered: "Why are you blocking?" He was not angry, and said calmly: "Your parents have a life-saving grace for me. I will raise you for them and will not let you die in vain."

I said, "If you really want to retaliate, you should help me avenge it!" I was full of anger, and he was indifferent: "I can't do it, and you can't do it."

I saw him by mistake.Later, I looked at him carefully and realized that he was not as tall and tall as I remembered, perhaps because I grew taller.Wearing coarse clothes and doing boring work, he looked more and more like those humble villagers.He is not as good as my parents.

But he was born so well after all, and he has a good skill.In the past few years, people from the nearby villages have come to talk to me as a matchmaker, and there are even girls who don’t care about me as a burden.

The sealer never married. I once asked him why he didn't get married. He just said, "It's so good now, it's annoying to have one more person."

I said: "How can the husband and wife bother you." I racked my brains and recalled, "She can raise her eyebrows with you, talk with you, add clothes for you..." He said, "Aren't you doing all these things?" "

I recalled for a while and said: "She can still sleep with you."

He said: "There is you too."

I can't refute him, but I always feel that something is wrong.I'm getting older and older, and I heard those older kids vaguely mention that men and women need to hug each other in bed, and they have to kiss and do dirty things.I can't think of an answer, but a ghost dreamed that he was hugging a woman with a fuzzy face, and biting each other with his mouth.Just so ignorant, muddled and drenched.

I sneaked out of bed in the early morning that day, and the sealer said nothing.A few days later, he put up a new bed, and we slept in separate rooms.