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His Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed spontaneously, "What should I do?"

To say you are stupid is to compliment you, who are you asking, I am asking you.

Bian Mu could only continue to guide him, "Okay, let me give you a reminder, once a problem arises, you have to find a solution, and if you can't survive, then change to another place to continue, why don't you wait quietly for euthanasia?"

Shao Kou's eyes didn't move, and he secretly thought in his heart, I can hear how you blow the bullshit to the sky.

"My world is rich in nutrition and vast, and it can accommodate you to live in peace, but you need to change some bad behaviors, otherwise you will make my world a mess, and we will both be finished."

He didn't say anything, I didn't intend to dirty your world, but you are too enthusiastic, but I am not so warm.

"You mean, I can go to your world in rags?"

You're begging for food, and you're still in tatters?

"You don't even have a decent piece of clothing, you said how messed up you are."

I'm a Shaanxi steamed bun, and I can't make it hard when I return it.

"Little boss, what exactly are you talking about, I can't understand."

Bian Mu made one last effort, "I mean, I want you to purify your soul, I haven't heard that saying, if you get close to vermilion, you'll be red, if you get close to ink, you'll be black. If you follow me, you have to learn some elegance. "

Just you, still elegant?Yesterday, who, drink water to satisfy your hunger, so fucking elegant.

"Hey hey, I'm just a farmer, and a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water."

Bian Mu lowered his face, what are you doing idle?I have to find something interesting to do, teaching a student or something, it’s cool, his teacher is a weird old man, always ordering him around with eccentricities, free labor, not for nothing, not to mention the one in front of him is a waste of money. Valuable labor that paid a big price must not be let go.

"No, it's about my image. I can't let others say that I can't teach well."

Shao Kou looked at the man who was talking solemnly, he became excited, his eyes were shining, teasing him, is it so fun?

"Okay, okay, little boss, Mr. Bian, little ancestor, tell me, what do you want me to do?"

The fish is hooked.

"What? I have a Ph.D. and I give you a teacher for free, and you still dare to dislike it."

Don't dare, don't dare, I'm afraid you'll get tired all the time.

"Hehe, what are you going to teach me?" As long as you don't let him clean the windows in heavy rain, he is not afraid of getting tired, but mainly afraid of slipping his feet and falling to his death.

"Let's write with a brush, self-cultivation and self-cultivation, your personality is too frizzy."

It is still the living room downstairs, the chandeliers are all turned on, the outside of the floor-to-ceiling windows is gloomy and frightening, full of depressing feeling, but the room is filled with a rare fragrance of ink and ink, on the left is the waist teacher Bian Mu in a caramel-colored linen shirt, covered by gold-rimmed lenses With a bright eye, he pulled open the rice paper and looked to one side. On the right was Shao Kou, an older student with his sleeves rolled up, showing bulging muscles. Hey, looking at the teacher's lonely and unbearable appearance, his eyebrows were knotted with worry, and the calligraphy was written with a brush. Well, he knows the writing brush, but he doesn't know the characters.

Sure enough, according to his comparison, some slender bodies stretched out, Fan Er was well-adjusted, her legs in slacks stood slender, her waist and hips naturally collapsed, her elbows swayed flexibly with the ink rubbing on her wrists, and she held a hand in her hand. The pen, slanted across the inkstone, thick black and smooth, waved lightly on the paper, he stood behind and admired it carefully, what is that word called, strong and powerful?

I really didn't expect that such a small body of a weak chicken could burst out with such a great strength, at least, this word is really domineering.

Bian Mu wrote three characters, Qin Yuanchun, held the pen and looked at it for a while, yes, give it a hundred points, felt the heat behind him, turned to look at him, and said boastfully without knowing what humility is, "It's perfect!" level?"

I just want to keep silent, and I am afraid of being asked who Jing is, hey, sigh.

"Really great."

Shao Kou is absolutely sincere, the little painter is very talented, there is no doubt about it.

"You write the last snow word."

Damn, are you talking about me?Could there be a guy named Xue around here?

"No, no, I'm fine with a kitchen knife in my hand. It's hard for me to learn this thing, and I can't learn it."

As always, he was ashamed, and he spread out his palms for Mr. Bianmu to see, begging to let him go.

Indeed, Bian Mu looked down, his overturned palm may have experienced swamps and thorns, rough like others, the renovation plan will cost a lot of money.

"There is nothing difficult in the world, but only those who have a heart. As long as you work hard enough, an iron rod can be ground into a needle. You have to have confidence in yourself. Come, stand here, and I will teach you how to hold a pen first. There is no way to handle the pen, and it must be broad and wide."

Shao Kou felt that the pads of his thumb and index finger holding the brush were extremely stiff, so he studied hard in accordance with the rhythm of his performance.

"Hold the pen, hook it back, push it out, rotate the pen barrel to practice drawing arcs and straight lines, hey, don't shake your hands, you have Parkinson's?"

Unbearable, Bian Mu yelled at him, this typical good-for-nothing.

"Exercise your wrist, wrist, relax your fingers, can you understand, you idiot, pull your wrist, don't shake your arm..."

Turn around and move behind him, punching the muscular arm, what are you doing, you are so stretched like a blind belt, are you writing, or are you shooting?

Shao Kou's head was full of sweat and almost flooded into the Yellow River. Just now, this little ancestor gave him an ultimatum. He had to write a hundred large characters before he could rest. Invincibility means loneliness, and he is simply too invincible.

"Hey, can you finish writing? Are you procrastinating on purpose, so you can't cook? If you don't cook, you will starve to death, a strict master like me? Oh, your thoughts are terribly frightening."

Why don't you become a screenwriter, it's a waste of your active brain.

"My hands are shaking, I can't cook, you should starve to death."

Please die automatically and don't disturb his practice of grace, will you?

Hey, again, you old man, "Come on, take some time, and write the rest of the afternoon."

Bian Mu raised his hand and touched his nose, he was hungry.

Unfortunately, it was ruthlessly rejected.

"No, my hands are really shaking and I can't cook. Please invite me out to eat."

May Parkinson be with you forever.

"What's there to eat here?"

When he first arrived, he went to the small restaurant in the village to find out the market, but there was nothing he should have.

"Let's go, he's a professional, several grades higher than me."

Shao Kou packed up his things, put on his coat, and grabbed the keys to go out.

"It's raining, you idiot, go get an umbrella."

I scanned the shoe cabinet, picked out a pair of white casual shoes, stomped on them, um, not bad.

So, when Shao Kou came over with a black umbrella, he saw this little ancestor with a pair of snow-white shoe uppers, and his feelings were really not yours, "Ancestor, can we change a pair of shoes? When you come back from a trip, you still expect my late Parkinson's hand to be able to brush it out?"

"Throw it away if you can't brush it out, let's go."

Bian Mu didn't think it was a big deal, and said nonchalantly, it's already dark outside, why let him wear jet-black shoes, to transform into a little hero in pajamas.

Next to him Shao Kou squatted down, put on a pair of low-top rain boots, opened an umbrella to cover the man in front of him, turned around and locked the door, the door was still in tatters, Bian Mu saw it, and remembered the first thing again, She raised her eyebrows and asked him, "When are you going to change the gate of my house?"

"Wait for the boss to start funding me."

Cause and effect, besides, in our village, there is no need for a gate, the door is not closed at night, and there is no way to pick up things.

"Your salary is 24 a year, how much money are you going to spend in exchange for my door?"

The spring rain is continuous, not violent, not colliding, it just falls lightly, slowly passing by the wind, the black umbrella is firmly held by the palm of the man's hand, his voice fades, and the tail drags, "You, How much do you want me to use?"

The man covered under the umbrella frowned and thought, "The original gate is an antique, this time it's replaced with a high-tech one, with electric shocks, thieves and others who don't know it, and fainted when it touched it, how awesome force."

Shao Kou only looked down at his little white shoes, which were already so dirty with mud that they couldn't see their true colors, so he made a suggestion, "Then give me another shoe cleaning machine."

Hahaha, the men walking side by side suddenly stopped and laughed. He hurriedly turned around and moved the umbrella over. You can't be friends with people who don't laugh well. A joke can last ten years.

"Okay, I made a mistake, you can remove the word bar."

The indigo sky seems to be covered by a layer of gray plastic film to prevent it from disturbing. The two men on the dirt road have curved eyes and full cheeks. There is still a slight smile in the eyes. His voice was as cold as the spring rain, and he teased the funny old man in front of him, "Remove it, and you will become a eunuch, a veritable little bandit..."

The unfinished words are full of meaning, especially the pair of eyes aimed at his lower body, the bags of children and grandchildren, one size fits all, so cool.

Little satyr, Shao Kou just let him see it so openly, if you have the ability, you can see a flower, he just lacks the little red flower that is praised on his chest.

The two happily arrived at the only restaurant in the village. The door was wide open. It was already past noon. There was a greasy smell of oily smoke in the air. Bianmu coughed and stared at the dead man's hand. At a glance, does this umbrella hold up well?

"Write another hundred big characters this afternoon."

Shao Kou immediately lowered his eyebrows, and his voice was gentle and considerate, "Little boss, if the things made by his family are particularly to your taste, can you give me a probation and write tomorrow?"

"I'm very picky, so get your paws ready to fight."

Bian Mu proudly raised his head and walked in the door. A pretty girl wearing a colorful apron walked over quickly, smiling like a flower, and looked at the two high-quality handsome guys excitedly. Wow, a pair of star eyes swished and swished. The demeanor in front Elegant as a celestial being, the one behind, how to describe it, feels like a general on the ancient battlefield, upright and majestic, especially that look, whoops, it turned out to be a sweet pampering, but what he saw just now was A man, she was far away, didn't hear what Qing said, her heart was itching, she leaned forward, and pulled over the menu casually, her voice suppressed excitement, "Welcome, two handsome guys, what do you want to eat?"

Who is this? This look is too revealing. Shao Kou put away his umbrella and looked down at her, "Chrysanthemum, don't you recognize me?"

The author has something to say: Bian Mu: What kind of chrysanthemum is that, is it your old friend?

Shao Kou: Isn’t my old friend a blind girl?

Bian Mu: Yes, there is also Tingting, a lot of peach blossoms.

Shao Kou: Can you chat right now?

Bian Mu: What's wrong with me?

Shao Kou: Talk about things when you have something to say, talk about things when you have nothing to do.

Bianmu: Hey?What is your attitude?

Shao Kou: Can you leave me alone?

Bian Mu: Alright, you old man, don't beg me on your knees in the future.

Shao Kou: I will never forget to ask you when it is Qingming every year.

Bianmu KO.