Tang Huan pushed him away when he was relieved and ran away.

Song Mo chased the door and saw his disciple running towards the wing room as if he was running away. His figure became more and more blurred in the night. He thought about it and turned around and went back. Forget it, everyone has their own secret. The disciple didn't want to say it, why did he have to reveal his sad things?

But after this incident, when he lay back on the bed, the long-lost sleepiness disappeared completely, and he tossed and turned overnight. However, tonight he thought about lanterns and disciples.

Curiosity has never been something that ordinary people can control just by wanting to control.

The next day, Fu Ning finally returned to the side hall. Then he found that compared to last dinner, the junior brother seemed to be more detained. Fu Ning couldn't help looking at Song Mo, thinking that the master said that the junior brother was afraid of life, but he was actually afraid of the master, right?

"Xiao Wu, today I will make a dragon lantern with Uncle Li. Do you want to go over and take a look?" After the meal, Fu Ning stood in front of Tang Huan and invited with a smile.

Tang Huan's eyes lit up, sweeping away the nervousness and cowardice before. Just as he was about to nod, he suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Song Mo, looking nervous.

If it weren't for what happened last night and the disciples' deliberate avoidance this morning, Song Mo would not object, but Xiao Wu was obviously afraid of him. If Xiao Wu was so afraid that he would not even dare to look at his eyes, how could the master and apprentice get along in the future?

"One other day, I have an arrangement this morning. Xiaowu, come with me to the front." Song Mo said as gentle as possible, and after saying that, he took the lead in going to the front yard.

The master has always said that it was the same. Fu Ning didn't dare to persuade him to change his words, so he had to pat his junior brother's shoulder: "Don't be afraid Xiaowu, Master looks strict, but it's not fierce at all. You will study hard later. If you don't know anything but dare not ask Master, go to the yard to find me and my senior brother will teach you."

Tang Huan looked at him pitifully.

Fu Ning coughed and pushed him forward, "Go, don't let Master wait." The junior brother was afraid of Master, and he had no choice. Anyway, he believed that after he had been with Master for a long time, he would not be afraid. After all, what's there to be afraid of for a person who knows how to write, draw, and fiddle with lanterns all day long? My junior brother is still too young.

Tang Huan went to Song Mo's room where he made the lamp.

Song Mo held a bamboo as thick as an arm in his hand. He didn't raise his head when he heard the sound: "Come here, today I will teach you how to make bamboo strips. I will demonstrate it, and you should look carefully. If you don't understand anything, just ask me."

Tang Huan obediently walked over and sat on the small stool specially prepared for her by Song Mo. He watched carefully the man saw a straight bamboo into three pieces, took one piece and split it, and then cut the bamboo section into thin and thin bamboo strips.

Tang Huan was also very curious about how to make lanterns. She had to pretend anyway, so she moved her attention from the man's face to his hands and observed his skills in each movement. She had a good understanding. When Song Mo finished her demonstration, she excitedly patted his arm and told him with her eyes that she had learned it.

"You really know?" Song Mo was a little surprised.

Tang Huan stood up, took a complete bamboo from the corner of the wall, and learned to do it in one go. It was easier to chop and chop, but in the end, hesitated significantly when cutting the bamboo strips. Song Mo wanted to mention him, but saw the disciple smiled brightly, then cut a piece of bamboo strips and handed them over to him for inspection. The bamboo strips were thicker than he required, and the upper and lower sides were not very uniform, but after seeing them, he was already very satisfied with it.

Song Mo smiled and praised, "No, it's much better than your senior brother."

Tang Huan smiled at him proudly. At that time, she was sitting under the window, and the morning light shone in, and her whole body was in the light. With this smile, she suddenly swept away the previous restraint and nervousness, and her smile was as bright as a flower, which made Song Mo stunned, and then she was sincerely happy.

He is still willing to see his disciples worry-free.

He asked his disciple to sit beside him and explained the key points to him in detail.

Tang Huan listened silently, raised his eyes from time to time, and looked at the man secretly. If he kept teaching her like this, it would be quite fun to make lanterns.

After Song Mo said that, Tang Huan learned to do it. Master said it well, his disciples were smart and skillful, and soon they were well-deserved.

Song Mo liked this disciple more and more, and felt that he had dug up a good seedling.

"Very good. Master is going to do things. Xiaowu will practice it himself. Just cut these two bamboos today. From now on, I will cut them a bit every morning before doing something else." After arranging the task, Song Mo got up and left, so he didn't see the disciple's little face that was stunned after listening to the lesson.

Without him by her side, what's the point of playing with bamboo herself?

Tang Huan looked at the man's back sadly, and when the man stood up and looked at her, she immediately cut the bamboo seriously.

Song Mo smiled, withdrew his gaze, cut a piece of paper, picked up a pen, wrote and painted on it, and soon sank into his own world. The rustling sound of cutting bamboo in his ears was a torture in others' ears, but he was used to it and was not affected at all.

Tang Huan glared at Song Mo resentfully at first, but as he stared, his eyes couldn't move away.

The master said that no matter men and women do things seriously, they will have an attractive taste. The master also said that several times she was moved by a glance at a man's serious appearance and quietly touched him in the middle of the night and fell asleep.

In the previous three dreams, Tang Huan had met Song Mo who was serious about splitting the timber, Song Mo who was serious about doing farm work, and Song Mo who was serious about selling pork. The two in front were sweating profusely, but the one behind was not sweating, but there was a pile of pork in front of her, which was really impossible to raise her interest. But now Song Mo stood there from a distance, standing with a long body, holding a pen in her jade hand, and her expression was calm and quiet, which suddenly made her have *.

I really wanted to turn into the piece of paper on the table, and he looked at it with that look, letting his hands turn into a pen and wander around her.

This man is simply the best among the best...

Tang Huan looked at him foolishly and forgot what he was doing.

The rustling sound stopped, and Song Mo looked over without warning, just in time to meet the disciple... the look he didn't know how to describe it.

He put down his pen and asked him, "Is there anything wrong?"

Tang Huan woke up, shook his head, lowered his head to cut the bamboo strips. Perhaps he was panicked because he was caught by someone who peeped. He accidentally scratched the bamboo strips. First a drop of blood beads emerged, and then the long cut turned red.

Tang Huan took a breath, why is this thing so sharp?

Song Mo had already strode over, bent his legs and squatted down, and pulled his hand. Seeing the wound extending from the end of his index finger to the top of his wrist, he couldn't help but whisper: "Didn't you tell you to be careful?" He took out his cuff and pressed his palm to stop the bleeding for him.

Tang Huan drooped his head and tears fell down.

When Song Mo saw it, he softened his tone: "Does it hurt? I asked your senior brother to invite the doctor to go there, and it will be cured for a few days after applying the medicine." He is really a child's temper, and even if he gets hurt, he will cry.

Tang Huan held him with his left hand and prevented him from leaving. Then he pointed to the wound and shook his head, indicating that he was not crying in pain.

"Then why are you crying?"

Tang Huan pointed at the bamboo strip and opened his mouth to explain, saying that he was too stupid to complete the tasks assigned by his master.

Song Mo stared at the disciple's pouting lips. Because the sentences were long, he stared for a while before he realized it. He was angry and funny: "Xiaowu, don't be anxious. You are very smart. Master asked you to peel so many bamboo strips just to make you more proficient in movements. Practice makes perfect. This matter cannot be urgent. It is not too late to practice after you recover from your injuries."

Tang Huan was not comforted and shook her injured hand, indicating that she wanted to continue practicing after bandaging.

Really impatient!

While holding the disciple's hand, Song Mo gently wiped blood, he arranged other things for him: "Don't Xiaowu want to see your senior brother make a dragon lantern? Then you have to watch it these few days. When we are learning the lantern industry, we rely on watching it. After reading it, you can think about it yourself. You can watch it more now, which is also a kind of learning."

Tang Huan shook his head and raised his chin at his table.

"Xiao Wu wants to see the master do things?"

Tang Huan nodded repeatedly and looked at him expectantly.

Such longing eyes were still shining with tears in them, and Song Mo couldn't bear to refuse.

"Okay, Xiaowu will read it first, and the master will teach you how to draw it later."

The author has something to say: Why is this story so difficult to write!

Yes, the points for March have been given out yesterday, but I still hope everyone will bubbling. With your encouragement to sprinkle flowers, the beauty will write more vigorously!

Thank you for your thunder, Momo~

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