Everything seems to be arranged. It is said that my house was kept a few years ago. If I were the five disciples that You Chen wanted to accept, how could I have kept a house a few years ago? And... the furnishings in the house were almost the same as those I had at Luo's family.

"I took care of the pear blossoms in front of the fifth uncle before. Now, you are back, I am a little reluctant to leave the pear blossoms." Song Qi was the young man in blue who greeted me the day he just came. At this time, he was sitting under the pear blossom tree in the yard, looking melancholy.

Although I was not sad about him, I still comforted him and said, "You can still help me with it as usual in the future."

"Really?" He looked at me in disbelief, then smiled shyly, bringing his unique youthfulness.

"As long as the senior brother doesn't chase me into my yard, I will do it." I poured a cup of tea and handed it to him.

"No, no, my master has no time to pay attention to me." Song Qi waved his hand. He was also drunk with his master who was fond of the new and old. He just accepted his new disciple a few days ago, and now he has thrown his eldest disciple aside.

"Song Qi, how long have you been to Jishan?" I asked while sitting opposite him.

"It's been five or six years, and I can't remember the specific year and month. I'm an orphan, I was picked up by my master. If it weren't for my master, I would have been beaten to death long ago." Song Qi said with his eyes a little ethereal, as if he was reminded of the past, and there was a faint sadness between his eyebrows.

"Where is your home?" I asked softly, playing with the tea cup on the stone table.

"I'm not from Liang." Song Qi's eyes returned to clear light and he smiled faintly.

"...How many people here are from Liang?" I noticed his defense against me, and paused and looked up at him.

"Yes, Master has traveled all over the world all year round, and Master and other uncles are disciples he recruits on a whim." Song Qi put his head on and returned to his usual appearance.

"That's true." I poured a cup of tea, took a sip, and nodded. I had also noticed the living habits of my fellow students, which were different, which shows the environment I lived before coming to Jishan.

"Is the fifth uncle from Liang?" Song Qi looked at me and asked casually.

"No." I almost didn't pause, and subconsciously shook my head. How could a person who has no past have his own hometown?

"It turns out that Uncle Master is not from Liang!" He lowered his head with a little discouraged look, his tone was full of disappointment.

"I really hope I'm from Liang?" I looked at him calmly.

"I just want to ask my uncle if he knows Jiang Huai." Song Qi raised his head and his eyes were filled with admiration.

"...Jianghuai? A very tacky name!" I was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly, savored the word "Jianghuai", and for the first time I talked about bad things about JAC.

"Uncle Master, you have such a shallow vision. What does Master Master like about you?" Song Qi was also familiar with me and looked at me with disgust.

"My uncle, I was weak since I was a child. When I was young, I was a medicine jar. Later, when I recovered from the disease, I could taste all kinds of herbs. I guess your master thought I had a different talent in herbs, so I wanted to accept me as my apprentice." I made up lies half-truth.

"..." Song Qi looked at me speechlessly, feeling a little unbelievable, the master who had always been aloof would seek death? Just to accept an apprentice?

Later, when Song Qi was at noon, he was called away by his senior brother Liu Xianli. After lunch, I felt bored and started wandering around.

Because my identity has a certain special nature, I became the most leisurely person in Jishan. Of course, in addition to my junior sister, I am also very leisurely.

"Senior sister, this is the rice fruit I just made. Come and try it." The little junior sister's voice was soft and delicate, like an indelible honey, lingering sweetly in her ears.

"Okay." I nodded, unable to withstand the temptation of delicious food, and naturally entered her yard.

Then……

"Is senior sister delicious?"

"...It's delicious." I couldn't bear to hit the youngest sister's heart that loves cooking delicious food. I ate the stuffed glutinous rice, and I nodded with a smile.

"Then I'll try it." The little junior sister was full of surprise and couldn't wait to hold a piece of glutinous rice that was not known or a fruit that was unknown.

Before I could dissuade her, I could only sigh and continue to eat my junior sister's dark food without knowing the taste.

"Senior sister... you can still eat it so bad." You Xianran looked at me pitifully, a little at a loss.

Obviously, this is not the first time that the finished product has failed. I sighed, imitated Jianghuai's previous comfort me, and said in a pretentious manner: "What is delicious? The eldest brother likes to eat sweets, the second sister likes to eat spicy food. For the eldest brother, sweet food is delicious, and for the second sister, there is no spicy food, but for me, delicious food does not depend on the taste of the food, but on the care of the person who makes it."

The little junior sister was stunned by me. After a moment, she suddenly got into my arms and then... rubbed against my chest like a kitten.

Later, I was asked by You Chen to talk to me, because I seduced his niece, and the person who told You Chen was my junior brother, Qin Xianhan. I thought, if this beam was formed, I would not be demolished.

"Copy each of the five masterpieces ten times. If you can't finish them, don't leave the yard. No one is allowed to visit them."

This is the last thing You Chen said to me. I think I will probably stay in my small and dilapidated yard for the rest of my life.

That night, Jishan was particularly quiet at night. Without flowers, plants, birds and insects, it seemed like a deserted mountain that no one cared for, set against the moonlight, it was particularly desolate.

I, who should have been sleeping on the bed, sat at the desk and wrote quickly. Now I was covered in black and blue. The handwriting I wrote gradually became sloppy, but still remained in character.

My calligraphy was urged by Jianghuai. When I practiced calligraphy, I really wrote at sunrise and didn’t stop writing at sunset. I copied it according to Jianghuai’s self, which led to my handwriting now being no different from him.

At that time, I had a certain family status at home—

"Dad, the new teacher hit me with a ruler in class. You can't even hold the pen if your daughter's hand is beaten."

"Dad, that teacher is even more than the previous one. He actually asked his daughter to stand up and not be allowed to eat. Woo, my daughter is so miserable."

"Dad, the teacher threw away my Xiaoqing (a cricket), which I bought for several months!"

"Dad, the teacher is unreasonable and soaks the book you bought for your daughter (the villain's book) in water."

N deeds are omitted here...

Later, Dad Luo had no idea and could only ask the son of Mr. Jiang, who was four years older than his daughter next door, to come and teach him his daughter. Since then, Miss Luo has cried...

Thinking of it now, I can't help but find it funny.

I remember my youth, there was a son in the Jiang family.

The name is Huai, and every time I step on the snow.

The young man dressed in white clothes and stepped on pear blossoms and stood under the tree, as if he had been years old.
Chapter completed!