Maybe I'm tired of being lonely, or maybe I'm really moved.
Being in pairs has become synonymous with these two people.
As Su Xueer's master, Leng Yichun could receive all kinds of new gadgets from Shaoan every three days.
With the help of various forces, Xueer accepted Shaoan, and Shaoan was even more happy.
Shaoan pulled a corner of Xueer's feather coat with a silly smile on his face: "On New Year's Day, do you want to give a big gift to Sister Leng?"
The Tianyunshan sect’s seniority has always been “chaotic”.
Xueer: "If that's what you say, then do you want to buy a gift together for the gang leader?"
Shaoan: "Why?"
Xueer: "As for your thirteenth brother, don't you give me something every New Year?"
Shaoan scratched his head, thought about it, and then shook his head: "No. I gave it away once. My brother said that he wouldn't have to spend any money in the future. He didn't care about it. So, I never gave it away."
Xueer poked Shaoan's arm with her finger: "You're so stupid! Who doesn't feel happy to receive a gift? I won't let you give it. It's just a courtesy. I don't understand this!"
Shaoan: "Ah? No way...my brother usually doesn't say polite words."
Xueer glanced at him: "Huh, rotten wood cannot be carved."
Is this really the case?
Then, shouldn’t we return all the gifts we have owed to others in the past few years?
New Year's Day——
The younger generation and the elders send gifts to each other and reciprocate with courtesy. No matter what they give, they are always expressed with sincerity. The strong atmosphere of the New Year is not only the exchange of various "properties", but also the exchange of "etiquette".
The younger generation visits the elder's house in person, sends blessings and a few words of greeting.
At the end of the year, there is nothing more relaxing and comfortable than getting together with good friends and having a drink.
Regardless of whether it's a waste of money or not, who doesn't want to receive some warm gifts?
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An hour, in the blink of an eye.
For Lin Xun, life was not easy.
Although routine punishment has long become a habit, it still cannot resist the honesty of the body. No matter how hard you exercise, you will never develop a "protective shield" that is not afraid of pain.
It's extremely cold in winter, and there's nothing to keep warm outside.
The sun seemed to be of no help.
There was no cold wind, but there was an icy coldness. Taking a breath of air, the entire nasal cavity was filled with cold air, as if it was about to tear apart.
If you don't move, it will only get colder and colder——
He listened to every move in the room. Although he was far away, he still hoped to gain insight into something.
I couldn't feel any movement at all.
It seemed like there was no one inside.
He couldn't care about anything. No matter what he did, the most important thing was to get into the house!
"Come back when you have figured it out" - but, I can't figure it out!
Forget it, stop struggling, your arms can't twist your thighs. It's much better to admit your mistake than freeze to death.
How much is face worth?
What's more, his face, in the eyes of his master, haha, is even less valuable...
A chill made Lin Xun's whole body's nerves come alive again.
He held his hands on the ground, and the temperature on the ground was even more ruthless. He stood up, gently brushed the dust off his knees, and then rubbed his hands vigorously.
You want to stomp your feet, but your legs are numb, and any more movement means more pain!
Pull up your legs and walk in step by step.
Open the door gently.
Poke your head in, look to the left, look to the right.
The desk on the left is empty.
There is no one on the right.
Well, the master must be in the side bedroom at the back.
Chang Shisan heard the sound of the door, but did not hear the footsteps below.
Thirteen: "Come in."
Lin Xun heard: "Oh."
When Lin Xun came over, Shisan pointed with one hand: "Put on your robe."
A snow-white cotton robe. It is as white as snow and spotless. There is no carving, and it is so clean that no one can bear to touch it for fear of being stained.
Thirteen leaned against the bed, half sitting and half lying down.
Lin Xun: "Oh."
He picked up the robe, put it on his body haphazardly, and tied the belt haphazardly. The technique was rough and simple, and there was no trace of sloppiness. He needed this warm clothing so much. It seemed that his master was not inhumane.
After putting it on, should he continue to stand? He didn't dare to sit down anyway. Kneel? No, no, he refused in his heart! It was better to stand.
Thirteen: "Go to the charcoal fire and warm your legs."
Lin Xun: "Oh!"
Warmth swept through the whole body, driving away the coldness little by little. There was a tiny red light hidden in the hot charcoal brazier.
Thirteen put down the half-hidden book: "Tell me."
Lin Xun: "...I, I, I was wrong."
Then, there was silence.
Very quiet.
There is no more content.
Thirteen: "No more?"
Lin Xun glanced at Shisan's eyes cautiously: "Yeah."
Looking at Lin Xun's little face that was red from the cold, especially the erect tip of his nose, I really couldn't bear to let the child get out again.
Thirteen: "Humph."
Lin Xun clasped his hands together and twisted his body: "Master, otherwise, I will be wrong wherever you say. Just don't let me go out and freeze. Please."
It's the same thing again, and every time I reflect on it, I don't take it seriously.
Thirteen: "Then let's go quickly. Remember tomorrow, morning class and evening class will be tripled."
Lin Xun: "Wait!"
Quickly organize language——
"Also, what's more, I'll make up a good reason... No, no, no, it's time to reflect on myself!"
If a person is in a hurry, he opens his mouth and hums, he will not have time to think.
Lin Xun: "That's right. That man was unreasonable, refused to repay his debts, and spoke rudely. After taking action, he remained indifferent and shameless. I couldn't help but feel angry when I saw him..."
The voice became quieter and quieter.
Thirteen: "Oh, so you beat someone to the point of paralysis? Send a good piano player to the hospital? You have to rely on your little temper to do anything?"
Lin Xun suddenly straightened his back and said confidently: "What he owes is Master's money. If he doesn't pay it back, he can't do it! Also, why do those violinists judge me? I have never been scolded or said anything unpleasant since I was a child.
If they have entered my ears, they are not you, Master, and they have no right to dislike me so much! They took the money given by Master as payment, and we don’t owe them anything! If you like teaching, don’t teach, or don’t teach, get lost!”
Is this flattery?
Or sincerely?
The sun is warm again.
The book in Thirteen's hand made a rustling sound. It was slight, but could be heard.
What's going on?
Why do you feel like this guy is really reasonable?
Um?
The anger instantly dissipated in these words of letting go of the voice.