All day, Song Mo stayed in the lamp room, writing and painting, occasionally putting down his pen, cutting paper and folding it, and he was fully focused. He completely forgot that there was a disciple sitting opposite him. Tang Huan wanted the man to not see him, so she looked at him unscrupulously, thinking about the scene of the two people turning on the bed in their minds.

As the sun sets, the house gradually darkens.

Tang Huan looked at the man who was bowing his head origami, walked over lightly, stood behind Song Mo, and used his left hand to massage his back.

Song Moqing couldn't help but straighten his back, and then he realized that his shoulders were extremely sore.

Looking out the window, it turned out that the day was about to end again.

Song Mo leaned on the back of the chair, rubbed his forehead to relieve his irritability, and said, "Xiao Wu, help the master massage his shoulders."

Tang Huan was obedient and hit the man's shoulder one by one.

Song Mo breathed comfortably and after the disciple beat him for about a dozen times, he stood up and turned around and smiled, "Is Xiao Wu hungry? Let's go and have a meal."

Tang Huan nodded, his eyes fell on his clothes, his mouth raised, he raised his hand, and took a piece of red paper confetti from his clothes.

Song Mo was stunned and looked down and confirmed that it was gone. He smiled and touched the disciple's head: "Let Xiaowu laugh."

Tang Huan shook his head seriously, pointed to the piles of fragments on the table, and looked at Song Mo with admiration.

Song Mo has been praised countless times since he was a child, some of whom praised him for his talent and some of whom are so skillful. But no matter what time, no look at his disciples, he has a sense of accomplishment in his efforts to be recognized. In the eyes of those people, he was the former top scholar, and the lamp-maker praised by the emperor himself, and their praise is more like an agreement with the emperor. But Xiao Wu is different, he simply worships his master.

"Wait, after Master makes a new lamp, I will show it to Xiaowu first." Song Mo looked into the disciple's eyes and said, "It was a promise, it was also a cheering for him, and he also had a sense of confidence in success."

Tang Huan looked at him with bright eyes, as if this master was the only one in the world.

Song Mo patted him on the shoulder, and the master and apprentice went to the side hall for dinner together.

Fu Ning had something to do, so he asked the guy to pass the message that he used it directly with the masters in front, so there were only two of them in the side hall.

White rice porridge with two meat and two vegetarian dishes.

Tang Huan was injured in his right hand and couldn't use it. He could barely make it with a spoon in his left hand. The speed was just a little slower. But picking up food is definitely not possible.

There was no one else in the room, and the disciples took care of him so much. Song Mo recited his favor and picked up the vegetables and put them in his bowl so that the disciples could scoop them with a spoon.

Tang Huan smiled at him.

It was obvious that they hadn't said anything, but their relationship seemed to be much closer all of a sudden.

After dinner, Tang Huan said goodbye to Song Mo and went back to the room.

Song Mo stood at the door of the side hall, watching the disciple enter the room and close the door, feeling a little disappointed. Xiao Wu had an injury on his hand and would definitely not serve him in the bath tonight. So would he continue to suffer from insomnia?

But there is nothing we can do about this.

The man shook his head and went back to the light room to sort out his things. It took another two quarters of a minute before he returned to the room.

Making a dragon lantern was very physically and mentally exhausted. Fu Ning came back and called out a few words of concern for his injuries. He rubbed his shoulders and went back to the room to sleep. Tang Huan looked at his back and thought that if she didn't have the best master, Song Mo, she wouldn't mind giving Fu Ning a massage.

After the guy had mixed the water, Tang Huan sneaked over before Song Mo came out and closed the door. He entered the door and walked directly to the door of the inner room, stood behind the curtain, and knocked on the wall.

Song Mo was taking off his clothes. When he heard the movement, he turned around and asked, "Xiao Wu? Come in." The guy was familiar with his rules and would report it directly outside even if he had any problems. The knocking on the door was only a little disciple who could not speak.

Tang Huan walked in without looking at the furnishings inside, and looked directly at Song Mo with a smile.

Song Mo hung his outer shirt on the hanger, took the clothes to change and walked out. Tang Huan wanted to pick up the clothes. Song Mo shook his head and put his hand on Tang Huan's shoulder to signal her to go out: "Xiao Wu has an injury on his hand, so I won't serve my master today. Let's talk about it when the injury is healed." Xiao Wu came and he was surprised and surprised, but how could he let his disciples serve him with injuries?

Tang Huan shook his head, shook his left hand, and then grabbed the man's middle garment on the arm, with a firm attitude.

The disciple's eyes were watery, and his eyes were circling. Gu Panshenghui conveyed everything he wanted to say. Song Mo looked at these eyes helplessly, with stubbornness and a hint of begging, as if if he did not agree to let him serve, his master would not like Xiaowu, and Xiaowu would be very pitiful.

Song Mo could only agree: "Okay, then be careful later and don't touch your right hand."

After saying that, he saw Xiaowu pursing his lips and smiling, happy and a little shy.

Song Mo suddenly remembered that the lanterns were compared with the lanterns last year. He walked back with Fu Ning. A five or six-year-old girl ran over from a distance and said timidly that she wanted the lantern in Fu Ning's hand. Fu Ning asked him, he agreed, and the winning lantern came to the girl. When the girl took the lantern, she looked at him like Xiao Wu, smiling at him now. Her clear big eyes reflected the light, as if it was her happiest thing to get the lantern.

There are no gorgeous lights around now, but the disciple's eyes are more moving than the lights. Song Mo opened his eyes and untied his clothes while imagining whether the charm in his eyes would be more eye-catching than the lanterns, while standing on the street with gorgeous lights.

It is not a good thing for men to have a good birth.

Song Mo thought of the noble children in the capital who looked at him.

The top scholar is a great honor in the eyes of the people, and in the eyes of the powerful, nothing is. Someone once stopped him privately and promised that as long as he is willing to be the other party... he would ensure that he will rise to the top.

He escaped with his holy heart, but Xiao Wu...

What has he experienced before that he was so simple that others were so moved that he cried with emotion, and that he would repay him wholeheartedly because of his little show of kindness?

Sitting in the bathtub, Song Mo couldn't help but look at the person next to him. The room was so quiet, only Xiao Wu's sound of water was squeezing, accompanied by his sometimes light and sometimes heavy breathing.

"Xiaowu, when I saw your hand hurt, I suddenly remembered the scene when I met your senior brother the previous year. He lost his family like you, walking outside alone, wanting to see him for a long time, but he didn't expect that the money on his body was stolen shortly after he went out. When he was chasing the thief, he broke a lantern stall on the side of the road. The stall owner asked him to compensate, but he had no money on his body and didn't want to be sent to the official, so he had to promise to be an apprentice for the other party for one year. The next day I passed by the stall and saw that he was moulding the lamp stand there in a very good manner, so he accepted him as his apprentice."

Tang Huan didn't expect Fu Ning to be so embarrassed. He smiled and wrote on the man's back, saying that his senior brother was so stupid, and then said that his master was a great charity.

Song Mo's face felt a little hot. He mentioned that this was to lure his disciples to speak, not to show his character. He hurriedly continued: "At that time, your senior brother was one year older than you. It can be seen that you must be careful when traveling alone. Xiaowu, Cangzhou is thousands of miles away from here. You are heading south from Cangzhou. Have you encountered such things on the way?" He wanted to learn more about this disciple.

Tang Huan stared at the back of the man's head and curled his lips disdainfully. He wanted to use this method to mess with her words. Do you really think she is a child?

She paused on purpose, and then wrote two simple words, no.

Song Mo wanted to say something else, Tang Huan asked him to wash the bottom by himself, so she went to make the bed for his master first, and then came out to dry it for him later. After writing, she turned around and left without waiting for Song Mo to reply.

Song Mo was upset, but he became more and more curious. Xiao Wu resisted and mentioned the previous incident. What happened to him?

Forget it, put on your clothes while he left and let Xiaowu help him wipe his body. Although Xiaowu got used to it, he still felt embarrassed.

Song Mo washed twice simply and stepped out of the bathtub with a light movement.

Tang Huan was waiting to take advantage of him. He heard the movement and rushed back, took off the towel first, and walked to Song Mo.

Song Mo wanted to refuse, but faced the disciple's big eyes begging and was defeated again.

So he was once again hit by his disciple's hand.

He closed his eyes awkwardly and tried to think about something else.

Tang Huan opened his eyes and got up after eating the pink and tender little Song Mo's tofu.

Song Mo quickly walked to the screen to put on his clothes, and said as he put on his clothes, "It's getting late, Xiaowu will go back to bed."

Tang Huan didn't move. When he finished putting on, she pulled Song Mo's sleeve with her left hand and pulled him to the inner room. Song Mo followed curiously until the disciple asked him to sit on the bed and then the disciple was about to come up, his face slightly changed: "Xiao Wu, what are you going to do?" Has Xiao Wu heard the rumors outside and believed it, and wanted to sacrifice himself to him as a master in return?

"Nothing!"

Seeing the disciple taking off his shoes and climbing onto the bed, Song Mo stood up and scolded him coldly: "I am your master, how can you listen to the nonsense outside? When you go back, you will not have such a ridiculous idea again!"

Tang Huan was startled, knelt on the bed, looked at him with confusion, pointed at his shoulder, then clenched his fist, and pounded his punches.

Masking his back?

Song Mo was stunned.

Tang Huan took the opportunity to pull his hand and wrote on his palm, saying that after sitting for a day, his shoulders must have been sore. Xiao Wu wanted to help his master slap and go to bed.

The palms were itchy and extremely comfortable. Coupled with the disciple's confused expression and reasonable explanation, Song Mo immediately believed his words and secretly blamed himself for his recklessness just now, "Xiao Wu, it's Master who misunderstood you, but Master is not tired. Xiao Wu, go and rest quickly."

Tang Huan looked at him in a daze, let go of his hand, then lowered his head, got up and put on his shoes, never daring to look up, the child who felt aggrieved, seemed to be severely scolded by his parents.

"Xiao Wu..."

Song Mo wanted to say something, but as soon as he called his name, he saw two pieces of wet on his disciple's clothes. His heart thumped, and he pressed and held the person who turned around in time. He was very strong, and Tang Huan couldn't move, so he twisted his head aside and refused to face him. Song Mo was in trouble and forced the person to his side. Tang Huan lowered his head quickly. Song Mo wanted to raise her chin to see if the disciple was really crying. Tang Huan simply threw himself into his arms, not crying or making a fuss, but tears quickly passed through the man's thin middle clothes, and the wetness was transmitted to him.

Crying again!

Song Mo was so amused and crying. Why did this little disciple love to cry so much? He has already apologized...

"Xiaowu, stop crying. You are fourteen years old. If you cry like this, your senior brother will definitely laugh at you if you find out."

Tang Huan did not respond, and only hugged the man's thin waist tighter and his body tighter. God knows how hard she endured when she wiped him just now. Such a top-notch figure was placed in front of her, so it would be almost her life if she could not hug her. If the situation had not allowed it, she really wanted to knock this man out, touch and chew it all.

"Xiao Wu!"

Song Mo pushed him away and looked down at him: "Why are you crying? Master has apologized to you, are you so wronged?" In terms of age, if he got married early, his children would be as old as Xiaowu. So Song Mo didn't find it difficult to say that it would be to coax him and coax the child like this.

Tang Huan was really wronged because he didn't eat enough tofu and turned his head to look at him.

Song Mo had no choice but to pull someone to sit on the bed, turned his back to his disciple who was having a quarrel with him: "Okay, Xiaowu will massage his back for his master. Master is exhausted today." He will never accept disciples in the future, otherwise he will not be able to coax him like another Xiaowu. However, after all, Xiaowu is too pitiful, and he can't bear to treat him coldly.

Tang Huan didn't move.

Song Mo smiled bitterly, "Xiao Wu, you want to serve your master."

Tang Huan climbed onto the bed, sat down on his knees, and pounded reluctantly.

Song Mo said it was comfortable with face.

Tang Huan paused, smoothed the clothes on his back, and wrote with his fingertips that were not wrapped around his right hand.

Master scolded me, and Master was angry with Xiaowu and rushed Xiaowu away. Do you think Xiaowu is stupid and doesn’t want Xiaowu to serve him anymore?

Without looking back, Song Mo could imagine how aggrieved his disciple was on his face.

"Xiao Wu, don't think too much. Master is not angry, he just misunderstood you. Look, didn't Master ask you to help now?"

Tang Huan deliberately asked him what he misunderstood.

Why did Song Mo have the nerve to tell his disciples that it is said that he likes men outside?

"...On the outside world, it is said that the master is ruthless and uses his apprenticeship now. Xiaowu, Xiaowu just now, the master thought you believed those words and wanted to make a bed for the master to please him, so he got angry..." As he said that, he couldn't continue, and the reason was too far-fetched.

But it doesn't matter, Tang Huan is his simplest little disciple.
To be continued...