After lunch, Zhu Pingan carried a jar of Scholar’s Red, a packet of new tea and a box of Colla Corii Asini tied together with a red rope, and carried them together, walking slowly towards Shanghe Village in a breeze that carried the dampness of the soil.
Zhu Pingan was visiting his mentor in Shanghe Village, bringing the red wine and the new tea to his mentor, and the gum to his mentor’s mother. Time flies, it has been a long time since I left Hahe last time to pay a visit to my benefactor.
The upper river village and the lower river village is just a water gap, soon arrived at the upper river village master’s house, and as usual, the master’s house door is not closed, you can walk directly into the door.
Walking into the courtyard, Zhu Pingan was about to softly inform his master, so that he and his mother would know that someone had come. Not yet open, Zhu Pingan found the teacher Sun old man is in the courtyard stone table lying down on the nap, in front of the stone table is the clumps of emerald green bamboo in the courtyard. The breeze ruffled the bamboo leaves, dyed the bamboo fragrance, with a few points of high purity.
A pot of tea on the stone table, there is a set of ink and paper and ink stone, on the rice paper is a not yet completed picture of the wind and bamboo, bamboo has been painted, not yet inscribed. Master has always liked bamboo, painted this picture of wind and bamboo, not yet inscribed, but people are asleep, about the time in the inscription fell asleep.
Master Sun old master is old, Zhu Pingan could not bear to disturb the master rest, also do not know Sun old master sleep is deep or shallow, lest the sound of footsteps will also disturb the master rest, so Zhu Pingan stopped his footsteps, standing quietly in place in the courtyard, quietly waiting for Sun old master to wake up from his nap.
Standing in the courtyard, blowing in the breeze of the healing sun, quietly looking at the small resting benefactor, Zhu Pingan couldn’t help but think of that day when he was a child when he was herding cows and dabbling in lessons again.
“You playboy, are you willing to follow me in Montessori?”
“There is no harm, the Master will not take your tuition.”
“What, unwilling?”
Sun old master’s words that day, and from time to time in the ears ringing, the past Meng Sun old master’s income school scene can not help but come to mind.
Finding a teacher is easy, but it is difficult to find a responsible, qualified and good teacher, fortunately, I am lucky to have met Sun old master. Having a good teacher can take a lot less detours, Sun Lao Fu Zi is such a teacher, Sun Lao Fu Zi is a real teacher with teacher’s morals and talents, a real teacher who preaches and teaches and solves problems.
Some of the modern day animal teachers who molest little girls at every turn, as well as those in the university who are known for “changing papers”, “exams, exams, exams, exams, exams,” “want to make progress”,”Scholarships”, “job referrals”, etc., are no match for Sun Laozi.
Oh, now that I think about it, it seems that some of the people who defend these “screechers” say something like this: pay more attention to the teachers’ academics and less to their personal lives.
f*ck off! For the teachers, for the teachers, that is to say, in the character of learning as an example for others to learn, this is the teacher! You’re good at academics, get your academics going, you’re not worthy of being a teacher!
Never mind, the subject matter will not say more.
Breeze blowing, bamboo leaves rustling, time I do not know how long.
Creak ……
A slight sound of opening the door sounded, the door of the main house of the husband’s house opened, and the sleepy-eyed teacher’s wife came out of the room, carrying an iron pot in her hand, about to draw water to boil water in the courtyard.
Shi Niang opened the door and saw Sun old man lying on the stone table to take a nap, for which she was not surprised at all, the old man likes bamboo, sometimes the lunch break rest also like in front of this clump of bamboo, already accustomed to it.
However, the next second, the teacher’s wife felt like her eyes were blurred, how to see the courtyard stood the old man’s beloved disciple ZiHou it.
Rubbing her eyes, she fixed her eyes and looked again, and then she was sure that she had not blurred her eyes, and that the one standing like a log in the courtyard was none other than Zhu Ping An.
Zhu Pingan saw the teacher’s mother went out, a simple smile, distant to the teacher’s mother bowed, bowing also signalled the teacher’s mother, the teacher is resting inconvenient to salute, hope the teacher’s mother to forgive me.
At this time, the teacher’s mother understood, Zhu Pingan stood there like a log, was worried about disturbing the old man’s sleep. Judging from the fallen leaves on his shoulders and head, this silly boy must have been standing here for a long time.
This silly boy, why so stupid, stand so long, legs are not sore, stand bad how to do, true, the old man less sleep a little and will not lose a piece of meat.
Relieved, but more heartbreaking.
So, without saying a word, Master Mother went to wake up Old Master Sun, “Old man, wake up, Zi Hou is here.”
Seeing this, Zhu Pingan rubbed his nose and smiled helplessly.
“You silly boy, why are you still standing around, quickly come over and sit, you’ve been standing for so long.”After Master Mother called out to Old Master Sun, she beckoned towards Zhu Pingan, telling him to come over and sit for a while.
“Well ……Zi Hou has come ah.”
After being woken up by Master Mother, Old Master Sun shook his head slightly and turned his head to look at Zhu Pingan who was standing in the courtyard.
“What came ah, have been here for a while, afraid of waking you up from your sleep, entered the courtyard and stood there.”Senior Mother scolded.
Zi Hou, to thick! Respect for the teacher, there are few such as this one, compared to Chengmen Lixue is not much better.
Listening to the words of the teacher’s mother, Sun Laozi was deeply touched, first touching his beard and looking at Zhu Pingan nodded his head repeatedly, more appreciative of Zhu Pingan, and then shook his head, reaching out to greet Zhu Pingan to come over and sit down, “Next time, directly wake up the old man that’s good.”
“Eunshi, Senior Mother.”Zhu Pingan walked over and stood in front of Elder Master Sun and Master Mother to salute and greet them once again.
It is true that after standing for a long time, his legs are a bit sore, when he is standing he doesn’t feel much, when he walks he feels as if his legs are a bit out of control, but Zhu Pingan overcomes it and doesn’t show it at all, lest his husband and teacher mother think too much about it in their minds, and his face always has a naive smile on it.
“Alright, stop saluting, quickly sit down.”Master Mother pulled Zhu Pingan’s clothes and pulled Zhu Pingan to sit on the stone bench next to Old Master Sun.
“Thank you, Elder Mother.”Zhu Pingan thanked Master Mother after sitting down.
“You child, what’s the point of being polite, sit down and talk, you master and disciple talk slowly.”Master Mother smiled and shook her head, then got up with the kettle, ready to go to the water tank to fetch a pot of water then put it on the charcoal stove to boil it.
“You sit down, come, take a look at how this bamboo painting of the old man looks.”
Seeing that Zhu Pingan wanted to get up to help his master-mother pour water, Old Master Sun reached down and pressed his hand twice, signalling that Zhu Pingan did not need to go over to help, and asked Zhu Pingan to sit down and see how this Wind Bamboo painting he had done before his little break was doing, and as he said that, Old Master Sun also reached out and pointed to the Wind Bamboo painting unfolded and pressed down with a town ruler on the stone table.
Zhu Pingan put his eyes on the wind and bamboo picture, only to see the rice paper on the strange stone towering, pond shallow, wind and bamboo several poles. Sun old master with thick ink and light ink outlined on the pond on the several poles of bamboo, branches and trunks, bamboo leaves lush, or leaning or leaning, interspersed with before and after, the wind blowing, the wind of bamboo swaying sense of whirling on the paper. If you look closely, you will find that Sun also used ink and brush to outline several bamboo shoots under the windy bamboos, and the vigour and vitality came out from the rice paper.
