As soon as the scene changed, she had changed from him to what she is now.
But that memory is forever buried deep in Yan Bing's heart.
Squatting on the ground, wiping his tears and gathering his emotions, Yan Bing returned to the street and walked towards the yard.
And Lu Liang, who had been protecting Yan Bing in the dark, was listening and watching silently all the way. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore, so he flew down, patted Yan Bing's shoulder, and took out his own from his arms.
He handed the handkerchief to her and said, "Wipe it, there's still runny nose on your face..."
"Fifteenth Senior Brother!?" Yan Bing stared at Lu Liang with big eyes and a surprised expression. While taking the handkerchief, he asked: "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be digging in the backyard? Digging so quickly
alright??"
When Lu Liang was asked this question, he glanced at the ground with guilty eyes and said hesitantly: "I'm tired of digging... I wanted to go out for a walk and relax, and I just happened to meet you."
Yan Bing picked up the hand towel with a doubtful look on his face and wiped his face. He woke up with a runny nose and was instantly hit by a strong smell of sweat. He quickly pinched the hand towel with two fingers and handed it back to him with a look of disgust.
Lu Liang said: "How long has it been since you took a shower? It smells so bad!?"
Lu Liang sheepishly took the handkerchief and said, "Didn't you dig a hole recently? I sweated a lot. It was always clean before..." Putting the handkerchief back into his arms, Lu Liang asked again:
"Why did you cry just now?"
"You, you saw it?" Yan Bing's face turned red for a moment, and he didn't know where to start, so he simply said in one sentence: "I remembered some past events, and I couldn't help but make my senior brother laugh."
Lu Liang's original intention was to have a heart-to-heart chat with his junior sister and help him resolve the matter as much as possible. If it really couldn't be resolved, he would tell his senior brother and master about the matter and ask them to come forward to resolve it.
But now it seems that the junior sister doesn't want to mention this matter, so she changes the subject wisely.
"Have you met the girl in colorful clothes?"
"Yeah." Yan Bing responded as he walked away.
"What...what are we talking about?" Lu Liang asked leisurely. At this moment, he had used all his available brain nerves. He didn't know how to get into the topic he wanted to talk about, so he could only force it.
Pick your brain, answer something, ask something.
Yan Bing looked mysterious, smiled and turned back to Lu Liang and said, "Secret."
"Oh..." Lu Liang replied, but his mind was scratching his head anxiously, not knowing how to continue the topic.
In the end, I could only sigh and go straight to the topic: "Miss Caiyi, are you interested in our senior brother?"
Yan Bing stopped with a surprised look on his face, looked sideways at Lu Liang and asked, "Even you can see it!?"
"Ah? Oh! Hmm!" Lu Liang began to feel guilty again, looking down at the ants on the ground.
Lu Liang didn't need to worry about it anymore. Yan Bing just poured beans out of a bamboo tube and explained all the causes and consequences.
"Hey? Why don't you think Sister Caiyi agrees with my idea? I think my idea is quite good!? She is still angry with me, which is simply inexplicable." After Yan Bing finished speaking from beginning to end, he still complained with unfinished content.
Two sentences.
Lu Liang thought, I can say it. I have been holding back these words all the time. He quickly looked at Yan Bing seriously and said: "Little junior sister, Miss Caiyi is a girl's family after all. Marriage should be based on the matchmaker's words and the parents'
I mean, but you persuaded her to have an "illicit affair" with Senior Brother, how unbecoming is this..."
"Having an affair!!?? It's not like that, right!?? I just let them be alone together and chat, how come it's private..." Yan Bing covered his mouth mid-sentence, suddenly realizing what he was saying.
, in the eyes of the ancients, that was called fornication...
After a period of silence, Yan Bing began to have serious self-doubt again.
Even the brainless fifteenth senior brother can figure out a simple truth, but I have been thinking about it for so long? Has my IQ deteriorated?
Then he looked at Lu Liang with a mean expression, shook his head and sighed.
Lu Liang: "???"
It seems that when I see Sister Caiyi again, I have to apologize to her...
Having made up his mind, Yan Bing began to stride forward, and Lu Liang followed him openly.
Returning to the yard, the two went inside first to take a look at the old man and senior brother.
Seeing that the two "bamboo tubes" were still sleeping soundly, Lu Liang continued to "work in the fields"
Li Bing was on top helping the fifteenth senior brother to load the soil.
They kept busy until the drum beat sounded at the second watch, and then they went back to their rooms to rest. At this time, most of the underground secret room had been dug.
The next day, early morning.
The morning bell rang, echoing in the air of the capital. Yan Bing stretched himself and climbed up from the bed with great effort.
"The bells are ringing again and the roosters are crowing. It's hard to sleep in!" Yan Bing got out of bed with a curse and came to the yard. He saw that his master, who was hungover from last night, had woken up and was sitting in the yard.
Drink tea.
Yan Bing knew in his heart that it was just a few hemp ropes and could not tie him up, so he didn't ask any more questions and just stepped forward to say hello.
The old man nodded, then looked at Yan Bing sideways and asked, "Qihua, who came up with the idea of tying us into rice dumplings?"
Yan Bing scratched the back of his head and said with a smile: "Aren't you afraid that master and senior brother will catch a cold while you kick the quilt in the middle of the night? It's also a good intention..."
The old man glared at Yan Bing, snorted, and continued: "I knew it was you! Damn girl, you just have some weird ideas all day long and no etiquette."
Yan Bing could only scratch the back of his head with a silly smile on his face, and stood there listening to his master's reprimand.
The old man was almost frothing as he spoke, and then he changed the subject and said: "However, you can brew wine with great strength. I remember that I only drank seven bowls, and I don't remember the rest..."
Yan Bingxin said, seven bowls? After four bowls, you two will break it up, okay? If it weren't for the sake of keeping you two honest, I would have forced the fifth bowl down my throat.
But he was afraid of being scolded and did not dare to say anything, so he could only respond: "Master, you and your senior brother have already drunk a lot. Ordinary people will be drunk after just one pound of this kind of wine."
As the saying goes, you can wear everything you wear, but you can never wear flattery.
As soon as she said that he had a good drinking capacity, the old man raised his chin and said, "That's right!" and stopped embarrassing her.
Yan Bing looked around and saw that his senior brother and fifteenth senior brother were nowhere to be seen, and asked, "Where are senior brothers and the others?"
The old man said: "I went to practice martial arts. These two children, for this reason, I am very satisfied."
When Yan Bing heard this, he rolled his eyes, jumped up to the old man, and said with a smile: "Master, when can you teach me how to handle a sword? Or you can teach me Qinggong first."
The old man closed his eyes, sipped the tea, and said slowly: "Don't worry, you have to master this set of Qingxia Sword first, and my teacher will start teaching you other martial arts."
"Oh...," Yan Bing responded. He looked at the empty yard and then at the old man who had his eyes closed to meditate. He was a little bored for a while, so he simply went back to the house, took Qingxuan out, and started practicing his sword.
The sound of swords began to echo in the courtyard.
Although the old man was still lying on the couch with his eyes closed, the slightly raised corners of his mouth showed his mood at the moment.
Yan Bing relied on his previous memory and repeatedly practiced every movement essentials taught by the old man. His sword flew like a spring. Whenever there was a slight lag in his movements, he would practice from the beginning, thinking of thoroughly mastering the entire set of swordsmanship.
If it doesn't work once, just do it twice. If it doesn't work twice, do it three times or four times. I don't believe it! I have practiced it thousands of times, but my motor nerves have not improved at all!
Holding back this energy, Yan Bing practiced from early morning to noon. For three whole hours, she never stopped. From the beginning, she was calm and relaxed, then out of breath, and finally, dripping with sweat, her skirt and shawl were covered with sweat.
The silk, along with the sword in his hand, fluttered back and forth in the courtyard, leaping vertically and horizontally.
In the meantime, the senior brother and the fifteenth senior brother came back from martial arts practice. When they saw the little junior sister dancing the sword in the yard, they looked curious at first, then began to correct the flaws in her movements, until finally, both of them looked a little tired.
After that, they left each other, those who dug the soil, those who cooked, those who cooked.
Until the senior brother put the food on the table, Lu Liang came back wiping his sweat. Seeing that she was still practicing, the master and the apprentice didn't know whether to be happy or worried, so they could only hold her back by force.
Her, let her come over to eat and have a rest.
At this moment, in the area where Yan Bing stood dancing the sword, the sweat dripping from her body had formed a small puddle on the ground...
