"You don't need to go, just take us to the foot of the mountain." The leading boy said.
The leading boy was a junior high school student named Fan Jiucai. He was tall and taller than Xilai, so Xilai asked him to grab his collar as if hanging from a tree.
"I'm not the only one who knows that mountain. Don't you know how to find someone else?" Xilai couldn't struggle and was helpless.
"I'm sorry, we just like to look for you. If you don't take us there, it means you are an accomplice of the remnants of feudalism." Fan Jiucai covered him with a high hat, suppressing Xilai so much that she couldn't struggle at all.
"My family is a poor peasant. If you say that I am an accomplice of the remnants of feudalism, who would believe it?" Xilai still has some backbone and is not so easily intimidated by others.
"Since you are a poor peasant, you must draw a clear line between you and that feudal remnant in Changxing," Fan Jiucai said.
"Chang Xing is not a remnant of feudalism. He is an orphan and lives in the Patriarch's Temple because he has no place to live." Xilai said.
"I heard that he performed a great dance on your Xianji Bridge." Fan Jiucai said.
"No." Xilai said firmly.
"You are covering up. Your thoughts are very dangerous." Fan Jiucai said.
"You...I won't take you there anyway. If you want to go, just find someone else." Xilai said.
"You won't shed tears until you see the coffin! Take him away!" Fan Jiucai waved his hand, and several students who were also in the third grade of junior high school immediately came up. They swarmed up and held Xilai down. He didn't know where he found the rope, maybe he had prepared it in advance.
OK, tie up Xilai.
"What are you going to do?" Xiao Hongxia rushed over.
"It's none of your business, go aside." Fan Jiucai glanced at Xiao Hongxia. Pretty girls still have an advantage. Fan Jiucai behaved a little more elegantly in front of Xiao Hongxia.
"You can't bully others. Xilai is from our village. How shameless are you seniors bullying others and a junior?" Xiao Hongxia asked.
Fan Jiucai and the others were a little confused when they were scolded by Xiao Hongxia. Is this a matter of bullying? Although they often did bullying before, now this matter is about the stance of right and wrong. But what Xiao Hongxia said seems to be right,
A few seniors pushed a junior to the ground. What is that if it's not bullying?
Several senior students let go of Xilai's hand with some embarrassment, and Xilai quickly broke away.
"We are not bullying people. We only blame Xilai for shielding the feudal remnant. Xilai and the feudal remnant Chang Xing are good friends. We kindly rescued him, but he still doesn't know what is good and what is evil." Fan Jiucai said.
When Xiao Hongxia heard that Fan Jiucai said that Changxing was a remnant of feudalism, she immediately became angry: "What basis do you have for saying that Changxing is a remnant of feudalism? Is it just based on your words? You must seek truth from facts and not just talk."
Compared with endorsements, how could a scumbag like Fan Jiucai be the opponent of a top student like Xiao Hongxia? Xiao Hongxia used a series of quotations, so that Fan Jiucai could not say a word and could only withdraw in embarrassment.
"Hongxia, you are so powerful. With just a few words, you made them run away with their tails between their legs," Xilai said.
"Xilai, you are so useless. How can you let them say that wind is wind and rain is rain?" Xiao Hongxia said dissatisfied.
"They won't reason with me. I just argued with them for a few words and they did that."
use.
"They used to be notoriously poor students in Dashui Middle School. How come they suddenly become vanguards now?" Xiao Hongxia was a little confused. How could it become like this?
"Hongxia, Fan Jiucai and the others are afraid they won't let it go. We have to inform Chang Xing when we get back so that he can be prepared," Xilai said.
"That's okay. It's foggy on the mountain now, and they can't find a place even if they want to. Don't go looking for Chang Xing right now. These guys are full of bad intentions, and they might be watching from behind." Xiao Hongxia looked around casually.
Once again, I found a sneaky figure in a corner. When Xiao Hongxia looked over, she quickly shrank behind a small tree and hid. Xiao Hongxia could see clearly that the person was among the group that had just surrounded Xilai.
of one.
The world is turned upside down under the mountain, but Fengmeizhai Mountain is very quiet. Ever since Fengmeizhai Mountain was shrouded in a thick cloud of mist, it has become a paradise.
Chang Xing's set of chairs is almost finished. The chairs are made of elm wood. The surface of the chairs is delicate and smooth, and the chairs are very heavy. After Chang Xing is ready, he paints some earthen paint. He made it by himself.
This set of chairs is very meaningful, so he plans to make it more elaborate. This set of chairs is based on the old style in Lu Ban’s book. It looks very beautiful and antique. Just made it, it still looks good.
It was not painted, so it was given to the old cat and Dahei each. Dahuang was more accustomed to lying on the ground, so he did not compete with the two cats for chairs.
"I haven't painted it yet, you two, don't get it dirty." Chang Xing smiled.
"Meow." The two cats, one old and one young, gave Chang Xing a contemptuous reply in unison. Stingy!
Chang Xing smiled.
Although he stayed alone in the mountains, Chang Xing did not feel bored. He slowly did some carpentry work every day, read the basic Taoist scriptures left by the old Taoists, and understood the meaning of the Taoist scriptures. For his age, he wanted to truly understand the Taoist scriptures.
It is not easy to understand the things in the Taoist scriptures. I can recognize most of the words, but the connotation and denotation of the scriptures are not so easy to grasp. However, Chang Xing has plenty of time now and is not in a hurry.
It is strange to say that although the meaning of this scripture cannot be fully understood at once, Chang Xing's heart becomes more and more calm and peaceful. He is not like a young man of this age at all, but rather like an old man who has seen everything in the world.
He picked up a piece of material with his left hand, glanced at it with one eye half closed, and then gently pushed it on the material with the plane. A piece of fine sawdust spit out from the hole of the plane like a piece of tissue paper. The plane was in the wood.
The sound of sliding up is very crisp and comfortable.
Handicraft work is laborious, but here in Changxing, it has become a kind of leisure. He doesn't care how fast or well he does it, he just fully integrates his body and mind into the process.
, to enjoy. My heart is like a mist suspended quietly in the valley, dancing with the wind, silently.
The sun rises from the east, and the sunlight renders it colorful in the mist, so wonderful.
Chang Xing meditated on a huge rock on the edge of the cliff of Fengmeizhai, just like a natural human-shaped stone. He seemed to be integrated into nature. Even if he stood next to him and looked at him, he would always be ignored.
