Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

"Tsk, didn't I confess to you? Why are you so excited? Get away from me, or I'll pour all over you."

Jingzhi stretched out the bowl in her hand, trying to intimidate Erdi, who was standing in the room with a gentle smile on her face.

"Okay, come in." He opened a door, turned sideways, and waved his hand to make way for her.

Jingzhi glanced at him suspiciously, then said cautiously, "Step back three steps."

Erdi choked, put her hands behind her back, and took three steps backward in annoyance.

"...Tsk, pretty good."

Just when the two were in a stalemate, Liang Zan came back staggering with two large buckets of water.

"Brother Di, I'm here. Open the door and let me in."

Erdi: ...Heh.

He walked to the door, exerted a little force and opened it with a clang, then pretended to be extremely aggrieved and looked at Jingzhi.

His sight fell short, and he turned around to look.

Well, someone has already climbed onto his kang to paste paper on his windows.

After a long time, Jingzhi, who was busy, didn't hear his voice, so she subconsciously turned around, only to see that he was still standing in the same position, with his hands behind his back, chest puffed out, staring at her with a pair of innocent eyes.

Jingzhi closed her eyes for a long time before she gritted her teeth and said:

"Stop standing there and come over here to help me hold down the paper."

"coming!"

He curled the corners of his mouth, stepped forward quickly, and thought to himself, this trick Liang Zan taught me is really effective, it never fails to hit the target.

……

It didn't take long for him to regret it.

His kang was in the northwest corner of the room, so she simply moved her own small bed to the southeast corner, which was the farthest away from him within the house.

Liang Zan's crib was close to him, placed against the wall outside his room, so that he could get up at night to take care of him at any time.

At this time, he was so tired that he was snoring, but Erdi, lying in bed, couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Before going to bed, Jingzhi wanted to close his door, but he used the excuse that the window was covered and there would be no air circulation if the door was closed, and thus he got the right to sleep with the door open.

At this moment, he turned over, facing outside the room, and looked in her direction, but he only saw a few chair legs. The figure he was thinking about was blocked by the square table.

Erdi: Tsk, I’ll move it to another place tomorrow.

He tossed and turned for most of the night before falling into a drowsy sleep.

At this time, Jingzhi got up from the bed.

She was very busy for the second half of the night.

She stealthily walked to Erdi's door, gently closed it, then lit a lamp and read the medical book for almost an hour. By the end, her eyes were so sore that she simply sat cross-legged on the small bed and began to meditate.

The time spent in meditation passed quickly. In a blink of an eye, she could hear the crowing of chickens outside.

She had just finished her movement and had not yet opened her eyes when a rough male voice suddenly came to her ears:

"Jingzhi, can you teach me this technique? I don't ask for much. I just want to be able to fly like you."

"..."

She stared at Liang Zan expressionlessly and said calmly, "If you want to learn, it's easy."

Liang Zan was overjoyed: "Really?"

Jingzhi hooked her finger at him, and Liang Zan happily moved closer, only to hear her say leisurely: "It would be nice to be reborn."

Liang Zan suddenly straightened up, his mouth pouting almost to the sky. He glared at Jing Yi who was grinning evilly, opened the wooden door with a "creak" and walked out.

Before leaving, he gritted his teeth and said, "You are as bad as Di Ge sometimes."

Jingyi spread her hands with an innocent look, blinked her eyes and said, "I'm just telling the truth."

"……snort!"

As soon as he opened the door and went out, Jingzhi suddenly heard some humming and hawing sounds coming from next door, as if someone was practicing martial arts.

As Jingzhi is also obsessed with martial arts, how could he miss such excitement?

She slipped on her embroidered shoes and rushed out.

As soon as I reached the entrance of the yard, I saw that the two buckets placed in the yard last night were gone, leaving only two circles of wet marks.

She guessed that Liang Zan was probably going to fetch water, so she ignored him and walked straight to the next yard.

The closer you get, the more you can hear the powerful humming and hawing sounds coming from the house.

She held her breath, walked lightly, quietly came to the window that had been opened long ago, and looked inside secretly.

As soon as she took a look, she couldn't help but marvel at it.

Is this how much exercise you do early in the morning?

I saw a fat uncle with half-white hair and a bloated body, hanging from the beam in an upside-down manner. His right hand drooped down to the table, holding a brush and painting, muttering to himself:

"Jiang and Rixie are so imaginative!"

Jingzhi looked up at the beam that was as thick as his ankle and was emitting a few wisps of dust as his hands moved vigorously to paint. He couldn't help but feel worried for the old man.

This guy is a real tiger. Will the beams of the house break in the middle?

Just as she was thinking this, a clear female voice suddenly came from the room:

"Dad, great skills!"

At this time, Jingzhi noticed that there was a familiar girl standing by the table.

Oh, it turned out to be the girl who brought her paper last night.

At this time, her little face was flushed, and she looked at her father's swift and swift movements of turning over and landing on the ground with envy.

Jingzhi was a little confused. Why was she envious?

Didn’t her father teach her martial arts?

Just as she was lost in thought, the uncle spoke with a confident tone:

"Sister, this painting is the first painting your father has ever completed in his life. I'm giving it to you!"

However, the girl looked embarrassed, even worried.

She wrinkled her nose, looked at the painting on the table in embarrassment and said:

"Can you please not?"

It has to be said that Jingzhi was very curious. She stretched her neck to look inside, but the uncle in front of her was so broad that he blocked the painting on the table. She couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

The uncle's ears moved and he suddenly turned around. Jingzhi's pupils shrank and he quickly lowered his body.

She kept her mouth shut, but couldn't help thinking:

Damn, his ears are so sharp, even better than hers.

After a while, she heard the rustling sound of papers being picked up in the house. She then quietly climbed onto the window frame and secretly looked inside.

Just one look at the painting and she almost couldn't hold back her laughter.

Wonderful~~~

The painting was a portrait of the uncle himself. In the lower middle of the painting was a cluster of lifelike bamboos. In the upper right corner were four large characters:

"I love daddy!"

Apart from the four big characters, Jingzhi felt that the most amazing thing about the entire painting was the portrait.

It was the first time she saw someone use a brush to create such an effect, just like a photo sketch.

I have to say that this uncle is quite talented in painting.

At least, that's what she thought.

"Sister, the highest level of calligraphy is when the painting contains the words and the words contain the painting. You must remember to be loyal to your country, respect heaven and earth, be filial to your parents, and be trustworthy to your friends!"

Jingzhi outside the window kept nodding. That’s right, the uncle’s values ​​are quite correct.

At this time, Xiaomei suddenly said, "Oh, what about the uncle-masters?"

"What uncle?"

The girl pointed to the next room and said, "Master came back last night. He seemed to be ill."

The uncle curled his lips and said, "That sissy, he's so old, and he's still trying to learn to sing Hua Dan. He's definitely not going to be able to do it. Give him some money to help him."

When Jingzhi heard the first half of the sentence, veins on his forehead throbbed. He was about to explode when he suddenly heard the second half of the sentence.

She squatted down quietly again.

She finally heard it. She had let it slip last night that this uncle was probably the senior brother of her stinky brother. As expected, they were from the same school. He had the same personality as her, tough on the outside but soft on the inside.

At this time, the voice of the young lady came from the room again: "Oh, I have already prepared it. A pig and three chickens."

As soon as these words were spoken, not only the uncle in the house was furious, but Jingzhi outside the house was also stunned on the spot.

My dear sister, you are so generous, but also such a spendthrift.

Just then, she moved her ears and seemed to hear Erdi coughing a few times next door.

She thought to herself:

Oops, I’ve been out for too long and forgot that Bingyangzi is also an early riser.

So she bent down again and walked back quietly.

Just as I reached the fence of Erdi's house, a figure suddenly rushed out of the house like a whirlwind.

She was in a daze when she was hugged tightly.

Her head was pressed tightly into his arms, and the first thing that rushed into her nose was a strong smell of Chinese medicine mixed with a faint scent of powder.

Jingzhi didn't need to look up to know that the person coming was Erdi who had just woken up.

She was about to move her hands, but found that both of her hands were also tightly held in his arms.

"Let me go, we're outside and someone might see us." Her voice was muffled.

Noticing his slightly trembling hands and rapid breathing, Jingzhi did not struggle for a moment and just let him hold her.

Is he...scared?

Erdi took a few deep breaths of the fragrance from her hair, slowly suppressing the panic in her heart, and then reluctantly let her go, staring at her without blinking and asking:

"Where have you been so early in the morning?"