Rise From the Humble

After lunch, Zhu Pingan carried a jar of Zhuangyuanhong, tied a bag of new tea and a box of donkey-hide gelatin together with a red rope, carried them together, and walked slowly towards Shanghe Village in a breeze carrying soil moisture. go.

Zhu Ping'an went to Shanghe Village to visit his mentor, and brought Zhuangyuanhong and new tea to his mentor, and A tape to his wife. Time flies so fast, since the last time I left Xiahe, it has been a long time since I visited my mentor.

Shanghe Village and Xiahe Village are just separated by a river, and they soon arrived at the teacher's house in Shanghe Village. As usual, the door of the teacher's house is not closed, and you can walk in directly.

Walking into the yard, Zhu Ping'an was about to inform his teacher softly, so that the teacher and his wife would know that someone was coming. Before he could speak, Zhu Pingan discovered that his teacher, Mrs. Sun, was taking a nap on the stone table in the yard. In front of the stone table was the clump of green bamboo in the yard. The breeze swayed the bamboo leaves, dyed the bamboo fragrance, and brought a bit of nobility.

There is a pot of tea on the stone table, and a pair of brushes, ink, paper and inkstone. On the rice paper is an unfinished picture of Fengzhu. The bamboo has been drawn, but there is no inscription yet. My mentor has always liked bamboo, and after drawing this picture of Fengzhu, the person who has not written the inscription fell asleep, probably when he was deliberating on the inscription.

His mentor, Master Sun, was old. Zhu Pingan couldn't bear to disturb Master Sun's rest. He didn't know whether Old Master Sun was sleeping deeply or lightly. He was afraid that the sound of footsteps would disturb Master Sun's rest, so Zhu Pingan stopped and stayed quiet in the yard. He stood and waited quietly for Old Master Sun to wake up from his nap.

Standing in the yard, blowing the breeze of Hexi, quietly looking at Xiaoxie's mentor, Zhu Pingan couldn't help thinking of the days when he was a child herding cows and taking classes.

"You are a playboy, would you like to learn from me?"

"It doesn't matter, Master will not accept your restraint."

"Why, don't you want to?"

Old Master Sun's words that day rang in his ears from time to time, and the scenes of Old Master Sun's admission to the school in the past could not help but come to his mind.

It is easy to find a teacher, but it is difficult to find a responsible and qualified teacher. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to meet Mr. Sun. Having a good teacher can save you a lot of detours. Old Master Sun is such a teacher. Old Master Sun is a teacher who truly has the ethics and talent of a teacher. He is a true teacher who preaches, teaches, and resolves doubts.

There are some modern teachers who molest little girls at every turn, as well as those in universities who use the excuses of "revising papers", "exams, postgraduate entrance examinations, PhD entrance examinations", "do you want to make progress", "evaluating scholarships", "introducing jobs", etc. There is no comparison with Old Master Sun as a beastly person who works tirelessly to make love to his students.

Oh, I remembered again, it seems that some people who defend these "calling beasts" say this: pay more attention to the academics of teachers and less to the private lives of teachers.

Fuck off! To be a teacher by example to others means to set an example for others to learn from in terms of character and knowledge. This is a teacher! You are good at academics. If you mess with your academics, you are not worthy of being a teacher!

Forget it, I won’t say any more off topic.

The breeze blew, the bamboo leaves rustled, and I don't know how long time passed.

crunch...

There was a slight knock on the door, and the door to the main room of the master's house opened. The sleepy wife walked out of the room, carrying an iron kettle in her hand, probably to fetch water and boil water in the yard.

After the mistress opened the door, she saw Old Master Sun taking a nap on the stone table. She was not surprised at all. The old man liked bamboo and sometimes liked to take a lunch break in front of this bamboo bush. She was used to it.

But the next second, the master's wife felt as if she was dazzled, why did she see the old man's beloved disciple Zihou standing in the yard.

He rubbed his eyes, looked again, and then made sure that he was not dazzled. It was Zhu Pingan who stood like a log in the yard.

When Zhu Ping'an saw his wife going out, he smiled honestly and bowed to his wife from a distance. While saluting, he also signaled to his wife that his teacher was resting and it was inconvenient for him to salute aloud. He hoped that she would forgive her.

At this time, the wife understood that Zhu Ping'an stood there like a log because he 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.

Why is this stupid boy so stupid? His legs are sore after standing for so long. What should he do if he breaks his stance? Seriously, the old man won’t lose any weight if he doesn’t sleep for a while.

Relieved, but more distressed.

So, without saying a word, the teacher's wife went to wake up Old Master Sun, "Old man, wake up quickly, Zihou is here."

Seeing this, Zhu Pingan touched his nose and smiled helplessly.

"You silly boy, why are you still standing there? Come and sit down, you've been standing there for so long." After the wife called Old Master Sun, she waved to Zhu Pingan and asked Zhu Pingan to come over and sit down.

"Well, Zihou is here."

After being woken up by his wife, Master Sun shook his head slightly and turned to look at Zhu Ping'an who was standing in the yard.

"What's coming? It's been here for a long time. I was afraid of waking you up, so I just stood there when I entered the yard." The teacher's wife scolded.

The son is thick, the thickest! There are few people who respect their teachers and respect their principles, and even Cheng Menlixue is not willing to give in too much.

After listening to his wife's words, Old Master Sun was deeply touched. First, he touched his beard and looked at Zhu Pingan, nodding his head, and even more praised Zhu Pingan. Then he shook his head, stretched out his hand to ask Zhu Pingan to come and sit down, "Next time, just call me. Just wake up the old man."

"Teacher, Master." Zhu Pingan came over, stood in front of Old Master Sun and Master, and saluted and said hello again.

It is true that after standing for a long time, my legs were a little sore. I didn’t feel much while standing. When I walked, I felt that my legs were a little out of control. However, Zhu Pingan overcame it and did not show it at all, so as not to worry the master and his wife. Think about it, there is always a simple and honest smile on your face.

"Okay, stop saluting and sit down quickly." The mistress pulled Zhu Pingan's clothes and pulled Zhu Pingan to sit on the stone bench next to Old Master Sun.

"Thank you, Master." Zhu Pingan thanked Master after sitting down.

"You kid, why are you so polite? Sit down and talk. You master and disciple can chat slowly." The master smiled and shook her head, then stood up with a kettle, ready to go to the water tank to get a pot of water and then put it on the charcoal stove to boil the water. .

"Sit down, come and see how the old man's bamboo is."

Master Sun saw that Zhu Pingan wanted to get up and help his wife pour water, so he stretched out his hand and pressed down twice, indicating that Zhu Pingan did not need to go over to help, and asked Zhu Pingan to sit down and take a look at the wind bamboo picture he drew before taking a break. As he said that, Old Master Sun also pointed to the picture of Fengzhu unfolded on the stone table and pressed with a ruler.

Zhu Ping'an set his sights on the picture of Fengzhu, and saw the strange stones standing on the rice paper, the pond was clear and shallow, and there were several poles of Fengzhu. Master Sun used thick and light ink to outline several poles of bamboo on the edge of the pool. The branches are tall and straight, and the bamboo leaves are lush, either upward or downward. They are interspersed in front and back. The feeling of the breeze blowing and the swaying bamboos is vividly displayed on the paper. If you look carefully, you will find that Old Master Sun is still using pen and ink to outline several clusters of bamboo shoots under the wind bamboo, and vigorous vitality emerges from the rice paper.