Crazy attack log

March 3th sunny again

Very happy day, just a little blemish.

I don't like him paying too much attention to others, as long as he only pays attention to me.

The original meaning of the allusion is to go directly to the queue to find the master with superb painting skills after eating, but Bian Mu insisted on dragging him to the orchard: "We haven't finished shopping yet, and it will take a long time to wait in a long line." , we picked the fruit and we could still eat it while waiting.”

Dian Yu thought about it for a while and it made sense. He could use fruit as a meeting gift, so as to leave a good impression from the beginning.

Bian Mu didn't know what he was thinking, and his purpose of stopping Dian Yu was very simple, that is, he didn't want his sweetheart to meet that master, because Dian Yu looked at that man in a strange way, like a kind of... fanaticism?

Anyway, it can be delayed for a while.

The orchard of the farmhouse is very large. The first thing you see when you enter the door is the peach blossoms that are in season, and they are falling on the ground, which is quite beautiful. Walking along the path, you will see a large area of ​​banana trees, and the green plantains are hanging on the trees. , is tightly blocked by huge banana leaves.

Going further in is the loquat forest. The loquats here seem to be ripe, and the yellow ones are hanging on the branches, hoping you can pick them.

Dian Yu took two non-woven bags from the staff when he entered the door, which came in handy at this time, but he stopped after picking some, because the loquat has many pits and hairs, Dian Yu is not He likes to eat very much, so he took Bianmu to explore deeper in the orchard.

There are two greenhouses in the back. Looking around, I decided to go to the cherry orchard first. The temperature in the cherry orchard is very suitable. Ripe cherries hang on the treetops. The bright red ones are really cute, attracting passers-by. pick.

Dian Yu picked one at random, and without washing it, he wiped it with his clothes and stuffed it into Bian Mu's mouth: "How does it taste?"

"Sweet, let's pick more," Bian Mu spat out a core and buried it in the ground, "Saplings will grow in the next spring."

Dian Yu laughed loudly: "Maybe you can really live, you eat a few more and bury it to increase the probability hahahaha."

Hearing this, Bian Mu also stuffed a cherry into Dian Yu's mouth.

"Why?" Dian Yu spat out the core after eating, and after thinking about it, buried it in the spot where Bian Mu had just buried it.

Then Dian Yu heard Bian Mu whisper in his ear: "We are buried together."

Always felt teased.Dian Yu blushed and turned his head to speed up the picking work at hand.

Immediately afterwards, he thought, no, this is his partner, what a shy ghost, he quickly kissed Bianmu's face as if nothing had happened: "Just as long as you are happy."

Bian Mu laughed non-stop, and wanted to feed Dianyu, but was strongly stopped by the other party: "Okay, stop playing, let's pick more and share it with Qian Liangliang and his grandma, and the Strawberry Garden next door we Haven't gone yet."

Strawberry Garden is a place that people of all ages love to go to, not to mention that basically everyone loves to eat strawberries. The important point is that it is a perennial herb that grows short and is easy to pick.

So there are quite a few tourists who bring their children here to play. As for judging whether the strawberries are ripe or not, the little ghosts know that strawberries are red, as long as the parents keep an eye on them and don't pick them, they can eat them.

When Dian Yu saw a pair of parents trying to prevent their children from stealing food, and said earnestly, "Don't eat unwashed food", he only felt a pain in his knee...

But when he turned his head and saw Bian Mu took one off and handed it to his mouth, Dianyu subconsciously opened his mouth without reacting.

Allusion: "..."

Bian Mu: "Is it delicious?"

Allusion: "It's delicious... Let's pick it up and wash it before eating."

This consciousness is not as good as that of a child, and it really loves the brain, but bang.

Speaking of which, during the orchard picking period, Yaya called once: "How are you playing with your classmates?"

Allusion: "It's okay."

Elegant: "Where are you playing?"

Allusion: "Orchard."

Elegant: "Are there a lot of mosquitoes?"

The allusion that I felt a little itchy before but didn't care at all: "??"

He felt it, rolled up his sleeves, and there was indeed a bag, and then lifted his trouser legs, and there were two bags.

Allusion rolled down the sleeves and trousers: "Many."

I know my younger brother's elegance very well: "Idiot, remember to bring some fruit when you come back."

The metaphor that was hung up: "..." Do you care about your brother like this? !

The orchard here seems to have just opened not long ago, so there are not many varieties of fruits. Dianyu and Bianmu, who picked almost the same amount, went back to Qian Liangliang's house with two bags of fruits.

After giving Qian Liangliang some fruits, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon. Bian Mu reckoned that it was time to go home. When he was about to talk about it with Dian Yu, he found that his sweetheart was picking and sorting fruits. He picked up two bags and was carrying one of them to go out.

Bianmu was a little strange: "What are you going to do?"

Dian Yu's expression was full of excitement: "I'm going to visit that master, he is a real painter."

Bian Mu was very puzzled, how can a master of painting make allusions so memorable, this is too dangerous: "Why do you still bring fruit, don't we just ask him to draw a picture?"

"This is the Shu Xiu I gave to my master," Dian Yu's eyes sparkled, "I want to worship him as my teacher."

Bianmu: "???"

Bian Mu said sourly: "His paintings are not as good-looking as yours. Why do you want him to be your teacher?"

"You don't understand the world of painting," Dian Yu said righteously, "I think I should be able to learn a lot from him."

"But he might not accept you..." Bian Mu wanted to say this, but seeing Dian Yu looking at him unblinkingly, from the bottom of his heart, "My Xiao Yu is the best, he won't accept you." You're the one who lost his sight."

Dian Yu nodded in satisfaction.

There were indeed a lot of people in the afternoon, more than ten people lined up, but the master was amazing, and it took less than 10 minutes to paint a picture. Bian Mu bought two bottles of drinks and lined up with Dianyu.

A few in front ran away impatiently, and when it was their turn at four o'clock, the painting master took a look at Dian Yu: "Portrait of a character?"

"Ah? Well," Dianyu was a little nervous while carrying a bag of fruit. What he originally wanted to say was scattered, "Master, please help me take a photo with him."

Talking about allusions, he pulled Bian Mu behind him to his side. He didn't even know what he said, and he only acted according to his feelings.

The master's gaze shifted from allusions to Bian Mu, and then he paused, with a delicate expression: "You are not bad at painting, but your friend..."

Bian Mu sensed that something was wrong, and his nerves tensed up, but the allusion that he didn't know anything felt very inexplicable: "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing, are you sure you want to draw a photo of you and this friend?" The master said this, but his eyes were on Bian Mu.

"Of course." Bian Mu said, he felt that the master painter seemed to have seen something... If this old man dared to talk nonsense, he would probably be silenced.

As a result, the master didn't say anything, picked up the liner pen to draw the line, and then started to draw with the palette.

Probably because the old man is kind-hearted, so it is easy to talk a lot. The master started chatting with them, and Dian Yu was very happy to talk to him.

"There is an old saying that may not sound very good. I will delete the second half and give it to you." The master stroked his gray beard, "It is difficult to draw a tiger's skin and bones. Painting is not such an easy task."

After speaking, he glanced at Bian Mu, but Dian Yu didn't notice at all.

Bian Mu didn't want to talk at first, but seeing Dian Yu talking so happily with the old man and implying that he is not a good guy, Bian Mu couldn't help but want to intervene to spoil the good atmosphere of the conversation.

As he talked, Dian Yu expressed the wish in his heart: "Master, I want to worship you as my teacher!"

After finishing speaking, Dian Yu handed the fruit forward and bowed deeply, but he always felt that there seemed to be something wrong with that sentence just now.

"What the hell?" Master Huahua shook his hand, "I don't teach apprentices."

Dianyu's excited flames were suddenly doused with cold water: "...ah? Why?"

"No reason, trouble," the painting master waved his hand, "Look at your age...you should study hard, kid, and don't keep thinking about dedicating yourself to art!"

Dian Yu was instantly hit and wilted into a pickle.

Seeing the appearance of his sweetheart, Bian Mu stroked Dian Yu's head comfortingly: "We can learn by ourselves, it's no big deal."

Seeing that the child became listless, the master also kindly persuaded him: "Live and learn, when you reach my age, it would be nice to paint after retirement. This is how I cultivate myself."

After speaking, his eyes suddenly focused on a point in the distance: "Hey, my son is here to pick me up, I have to draw quickly."

The master looked at the team behind him, and then at the bag of fruit he had just alluded to: "Is this for me?"

Dian Yu, who was still immersed in frustration, nodded.

"Closed early today, we don't need to line up for those behind us, and we won't give pictures if we line up!" The master shouted to the line behind, and then opened the bag of fruit that Dian Yu gave him, "If you can't get in line and feel unhappy, come here to get it!" Fruit! Go home after eating, and I want to continue painting tomorrow!"

"..." Depressed Dianyu became even more unhappy, but he couldn't say anything to an old man.

"..." Bian Mu also wanted to hit the old urchin, but he couldn't really do it for an old man.

"Why are you still crying, you child!" The master didn't think there was anything wrong at all, but he still explained it kindly, "I don't need money for you to paint! I'll pay for it with fruit!"

However, it didn't make people happy.

Dian Yu tried his best to calm down his mood, but he was rejected once, what's the big deal, he asked: "Master, are you almost done drawing?"

The master took a brush and drew little by little: "Hurry up, hurry up."

Dian Yu is still struggling indifferently: "Master, are you really not going to accept me as an apprentice? I didn't say that, I'm really talented in this area."

"No charge, no charge!" The master's attitude was firm, "Study hard, brat! Don't keep thinking about what you have and what you don't have!"

The metaphor is unyielding: "I'm going to university soon, can I learn painting from you during the summer vacation?"

"Senior year, the college entrance examination is coming soon? Study hard! Let's talk about it later!" The master put down the last stroke, "The painting is finished!"

"Then can you leave me a contact information?" Dian Yu persisted, "I promise to learn painting from you again during the summer vacation! Study hard before then!"

"I don't have a phone!" The master handed him the finished painting, packed up the painting tools and prepared to leave, "I want to learn painting by myself! This is something I have learned from my heart! I can't teach it!"

Dian Yu took a look at the painting, and was shocked again in an instant: "Can you at least leave a name?"

The master also wanted to wave his sleeves without taking away a speck of dust, showing the back of a worldly expert: "Do good deeds without leaving a name!"

"I also agree with my dad's point of view. You should study hard first and get into a good university."

Dian Yu raised his head when he heard the words, and it turned out to be the master's son. He looked gentle and gentle, and handed him a blank business card with the words "Ji Qingcheng" written on it, and made him a mouth shape: I Dad's name.

Dian Yu suddenly realized that it was strange that he had to leave a name. The name was a bit feminine, and he heard the master's son say: "If you want to find him, you can call me."

He made a flip gesture.

Dian Yu heard that he turned his business card over and wrote: Ji Zijin.

There was a string of phone numbers under the name, and a string of titles that I didn't quite understand. Bian Mu, who was standing aside, also saw it, and he frowned incomprehensibly.

President of the Special Group Mobility Management Association.

What the hell is this?