[Sword Three] [Hua Yang] like rhyme

"You, what do you say you are?" Yan Hua was shocked for a moment, and asked in disbelief.

"I... I am..." The night breeze blew into the terrace with a chill of a waterfall, and Lin Mingyu couldn't continue speaking when the last bit of alcohol disappeared, and he wanted to bite off his tongue when he opened his mouth again.

Lin Mingyu remembered Wanhua's appearance. This Wanhua, who had exquisite features and elegant manners but only had time to tie up half of her long hair, once apologized to her uncle in the tea garden. Although she talked respectfully but without interest during the dinner, her pair of water-cut eyes were clear. A little impatient, the tea cup in my hand was picked up and put down several times, as if 120 million did not want to stay but had to stay.

Lin Mingyu had a deep memory after seeing Yan Hua for a few times, and instinctively felt that he was not easy to get along with. With the guilt of destroying the statue, the moment he saw Yan Hua, he opened his mouth and made up a reason that no one would believe. Pushing into the fire pit also made the suspicious Wan Hua stunned on the spot.

It is hard to chase after the words have been spoken, no matter how conscious he is at this moment, he must persist, so he simply stands still and resigns himself to fate, looking helplessly at the half of Wanhua's face warmed by the light showing a strange expression.

Yan Hua smelled the smell of wine and knew that this was a guest from Mount Hua during the banquet. Seeing him standing awkwardly in the place of the original statue, Yan Hua subconsciously lowered his head and took a clear look at the mud print on the ground that extended to the direction of the waterfall. Needless to say, he knew where the statue had gone, fearing that he would leak the news, he frowned vigilantly and said, "Why are you here, and why are you here?"

"I... was carved by you, so I came here for you?" Lin Mingyu tried to answer while thinking, with cold sweat dripping from his temples and neck, and added, "That's why... that's why I should stand here."

Although the unintentional words were reckless, they were surprisingly sincere, Yan Hua was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly lost all defenses.

Although Lin Mingyu was sweating nervously, his jade-run and handsome face looked innocent, his dark eyes flickered uneasy, and he couldn't hide even the slightest lie, and his chubby hands were different from the bones of immortals, hidden in the wide Taoist robe He clenched it unconsciously, revealing half of the snow-white bead in the light, his whole body tensed and desperate, which made the people watching him a little at a loss as to what to do.

After being silent for a while, Wan Hua suddenly chuckled: "I see."

He muttered and didn't know who to listen to. Lin Mingyu stared blankly at his gentle smile. Yan Hua had already put down the gauze curtain and carried the lamp back to the house. Bo, turned his head to meet Lin Mingyu's nervous and probing eyes.

Lin Mingyu stood upright in a jerk, Yan Hua in the room looked over through a corner of the hollowed-out window, shook his head helplessly at the silhouette, and put the empty water bowl back to its original place with a sinking wrist.

Lin Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief, and quietly squinted at the darkening night, feeling more and more embarrassed.

He was not a mischievous person at all, he lived a stable life with no big ambitions, practiced swords on time but did not work hard, did not please the master and did not make the master angry, the days of food, clothing and contentment were like quietly thick piles of silent snow Feeling at ease, wishing that the time flies like this for a lifetime.

In this way, he can't tell lies, can't do bad things, and even got into trouble and couldn't escape.In fact, Wan Hua hasn't asked his name yet, and she intends to let him go when she enters the room to read a book, so she can't do anything to him if he slips away now.Lin Mingyu didn't think about this, he was afraid that the destroyed statue was Wanhua's favorite, and he just hoped that it wouldn't spread to Master's ears, and it would be best if it could be remedied.

Yan Hua made a rough guess but remained calm. He took off his outer shirt and sat at the table happily reading a book. He glanced at the gauze curtain from time to time, and then hid the smile on his lips. When will the drama of Cheng Jing be performed?

Lin Mingyu couldn't think of the next step, so he stood behind the gauze curtain until his hands and feet were numb by the night wind. After an unknown period of time, he gradually became unable to stand upright. Through the window lattice, he could see Wanhua slowly turning the pages of the book without paying attention. The shadows of the lights, moonlight and shadows are picturesque.

Stuck like this until the moon was westward, the Taoist leader couldn't help but look around again, but he yawned unconsciously.

On a moonlit night, there was only the sound of the waterfall, the movement was really loud, even Yan Hua who was sitting couldn't hold back, so he simply got up and handed him a cup of tea.

The rich and fragrant hot tea is a good new product. Lin Mingyu rubbed his eyes and looked at Wanhua's hand holding the cup, hesitating whether to take it or not, but when he raised his head and met his uncontrollable smile, he retreated a few steps in a jerk.

"Don't retreat, there is a waterfall over there." Yan Hua quickly pulled his sleeves and pulled him back, then stuffed the cup into his palm, and said, "Drink it, it's not good to drink too much."

"I..." Lin Mingyu still hesitated.

Yan Hua looked at him confused and embarrassed, and said frankly: "The water in the water bowl is drawn from the cold pond, it is good for moistening the brush, but it is not suitable for drinking."

"Ah?! But I drink it all..." Lin Mingyu was startled, and it was too late to shut up hastily.

"I've never heard that the statue needs to drink water." Yan Hua lifted the curtain and looked back, coughing lightly, "Maybe the Taoist priest explain the whole story in detail? Come in."

Lin Mingyu's face turned red and white, knowing that he had followed Wan Hua's way, so he straightened his head and bravely followed him into the house, took a sip of hot drink on the futon with a teacup in his hand, obediently told the whole story, and ended up embarrassing Said: "I really didn't do it on purpose, it's just that I made a big mistake now, and I don't know how to make up for it..."

"Make up?" Yan Hua was stunned when he saw the sincerity in his eyes, "You want to make up?"

"That's right..." Lin Mingyu didn't dare to look directly into his eyes, and whispered again, "The outline of the statue is quite similar to mine, or... I'm pretending, and you can make another rough embryo, will it be faster?"

"You..." Yan Hua stopped pouring tea abruptly, seeing Lin Mingyu's serious expression, he couldn't help laughing: "So, the Taoist priest doesn't intend to expose me?"

"Expose what?" Lin Mingyu was puzzled.

Yan Hua put down the teapot and thought for a moment, then said shyly, "Kang Xuezhu, who is a pure-handed Qingyan, once dissected a statue here and killed Gao Jiangting, who is known as 'Boneless Shocking String'. Now that I stand here, am I following the example of a demon?"

"Plain hands and clean face..." Even though Lin Mingyu was content with his whole life, he was still overwhelmed by this. After hearing this, he looked at Wan Hua's hands thoughtfully, and shook his head, "Plain hands are comparable to a woman's catkins. I don't think it looks like a cocoon. My teacher once said that a hand like yours is a good hand at writing and playing the piano. It should be rare. Why can't it have anything to do with evil spirits? As for Qingyan..."

As Lin Mingyu said, he raised his head, looked carefully at the person in front of him, but he froze.

At first he thought that he and that little uncle were both handsome and elegant, but he was far different from the one in the tea garden. Now that Wan Hua is sitting with the door closed, he no longer has the impatience during the day. Nei Chang knelt on the opposite side of the tea tray and looked at him, with a laid-back look on his brows, his brows and tired eyes were close at hand, and his half-closed and trembling eyelashes could be clearly seen through the lights in the room, teaching him to look at him in the moonlight. The shadow of the window, the sound of the waterfall and the sound of the water seem to have seen the person in the painting.

Seeing him in a daze again, Yan Hua couldn't help asking: "How about 'Qingyan'?"

"Uh..." Lin Mingyu came back to his senses, bowed his head and sipped his tea in embarrassment, and said falteringly, "I think all the people in Wanhua are 'clean-faced'."

The answer was shy but pleasing, Yan Hua couldn't find fault after hearing it, so he could only shake his head and sigh: "The Daoist is soft and jade-run, but not as cold as the Chunyang I have seen. If you are old master If the wise elders see it, I'm afraid that no matter whether I'm shaped or not, it's tantamount to making a big mistake and it won't help."

"Is...is this serious?" Lin Mingyu blinked, and said strangely, "You are just making a statue, the statue has no intentions at all, and the righteous way depends on whether the person who makes the statue has a heart."

Yan Hua was stunned, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he said lightly: "...so it really doesn't matter what you look like, even writing a book, right?"

Lin Mingyu didn't hear his muttering clearly. After thinking for a while, she finally understood what Wanhua in front of her cared about. She hurriedly put down her teacup and said solemnly, "Don't worry, I won't tell them. It's because I broke your statue, how about... Shall we make another one soon?"

After he finished speaking, he pointed at himself, Yan Hua finally couldn't help laughing out loud: "Since the Taoist priest wishes, he must make another one."

"Then...you're not angry anymore?" Lin Mingyu hurriedly asked.

The statue was not for liking, but only for Yan Wenxin, Yan Huazheng was worried that he couldn't deal with the statue, and he couldn't talk about getting angry from the beginning to the end. Seeing his nervous appearance, he had to shake his head repeatedly: "Don't get angry."

Seeing that he had compromised and thought he had forgiven his mistakes, Lin Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as his tense heartstrings were relaxed, he immediately bent the corners of his lips. Thinking of the unrecognizable statue, he became curious and asked, "Dare to ask Your Excellency?" Who are you going to carve? What is the appearance? If it is the one you love, the appearance will be very beautiful after completion."

Under his curiosity, his dark pupils had already burst into brilliance, and his simple and gentle face was really gentle and amiable.Yan Hua usually keeps the door closed, and the one he sees the most is the little uncle. It has been a long time since he met a stranger who is so kind and caring. After listening to his questions, he doesn't know how to answer, so he keeps silent, staring at his smiling face. After waiting for a while, he suddenly asked, "Don't you know the elder's last name?"

"My surname is Lin, and my name is Mingyu." Lin Mingyu told the truth without thinking about it.

Yan Hua spread out his palms, made a pose for writing a book, and then asked: "How to write?"

"Well, Shuangmulin..." Lin Mingyu turned his lips back to him, leaned over half of his body to use his finger as a pen, and naturally wrote strokes on his warm palm, "The sun and the moon are bright, Huo Yaoyu."

He is usually easy-going with his relatives, and now he only compares himself with others as if he were an ordinary brother.Wan Hua couldn't help trembling because of the touch of his soft fingertips, she lowered her eyes to see him answering seriously in the thin light of the slanting moon, and felt that the flowers in the mirror were fixed in the streamer.

The sun and the moon are bright, the fire is bright, and the strokes are just like Yu Yi's flames, rubbing a few warmth on the palm.He let him write calmly, Jing Ye, apart from the faint flow of water, there are also small sounds whistling in his head.

"That's what it says."

After Lin Mingyu Shucheng turned his back and smiled at him, Yan Hua just came back to his senses, and hurriedly took a pen and ink to write it down on the paper at hand, and then showed it to him.

I saw that the three characters were written neatly and vigorously on the paper. It was the name Lin Mingyu had just written to him.

The Taoist priest saw his eyes brighten, and before he could say anything, Yan Hua wrote another book for him, but this time he was flamboyant and swaying freely.

Lin Mingyu didn't know that there would be such a change when his name was written by Wanhua, so he took two words and read them over and over again, and finally exclaimed: "Wow, you, you must be a student of Shumo, so you can write well and write well. "

"It's all just more daily calligraphy." Yan Hua raised his eyes to look at him, "Which one does Daozhang Lin think is better?"

Lin Mingyu didn't see his burning eyes, looked at the handwriting and sighed: "Either one is good, but it's all written by the same person. Of course, the difference is just a matter of interest. How can there be any good or bad?"

The few words of the person in front of him have already explained the mystery, Yan Hua nodded along with his words: "Yu Ou, Chuyan, and arrogant and arrogant, the brushwork is different, and there are no advantages or disadvantages... If you say that the brush is the right way, the master is really making a big deal out of a molehill. "

A good teacher is strict, and he will teach his disciples to walk upright and sit upright. How can he really find his faults?Tea wants to be white, ink wants to be black, he insisted on getting to the bottom of it, as the young master said, he was on the edge of a dead end, such a simple and easy-to-understand truth, but it needs a little Taoist who accidentally hit and damaged his statue to expose it .

If the brush-and-ink sculpture is like a mirror in the world, the frank person who is embarrassed and shy but makes people happy at first sight is the frank and simple "truth".

He questioned his heart several times, and the fog in front of him suddenly cleared, and he unconsciously clenched his hot palms tightly, and some joy came from the bottom of his heart.

Lin Mingyu didn't understand the brushwork in Wanhua's mouth. He looked at him and looked at him with embarrassment, "I think I only know how to practice swords for self-defense, but I don't know how to punish evil. I just want to ward off evil. I really feel ashamed of my teacher."

"Zhu E to ward off evil spirits, he is originally from Zixu's sect." Yan Hua clasped his fists, his long eyelashes drooping slightly, and nodded slightly, this was considered a meeting ceremony, his humble and gentle appearance was not as vicious as entering the door to question him.

Looking at Wan Hua's smiling face, Lin Mingyu instinctively felt that he was a little more friendly than when he first met, so he hurriedly rolled up his sleeves to return the salute, listening to Wan Hua say again while leaning down:

"Lin Dao doesn't need to underestimate himself when he grows up. You said just now that there is no such thing as good or bad, why did you forget it in a blink of an eye?"

"Uh..." Lin Mingyu nodded, seeing Wan Hua's eyes flickering and cunning, he knew he had lost his mind again, and was immediately at a loss for words.

"I practice martial arts only for self-defense. Who doesn't have time to protect my juniors and younger sisters?" Yan Hua comforted, and wanted to say something, only to hear the sound of an empty stomach coming from Lin Mingyu, which was even more abrupt than the previous yawn .

During the banquet, he only ate too much because he was greedy for drinks. Lin Mingyu was embarrassed for a moment, and waved his hands again and again: "Misunderstanding, I smell of alcohol." Unexpectedly, after finishing speaking, Wu Zang Temple protested again, and he suddenly pressed his stomach in embarrassment I don't know what to do.

"It's my negligence and poor hospitality." Yan Hua smiled knowingly when he saw his red ears, got up and went to the side table to lift a piece of cover.

I saw an exquisite small steamer and a small jug of wine on the table, and the aroma could be smelled from a long distance.Lin Mingyu only glanced away before looking away, even so, he couldn't hide the natural expectation on his face, looked down at Wanhua's black boots approaching, shook his head in embarrassment and refused: "No...no need, I'm fine ..."

He said rubbing his stomach again.

Seeing his perturbation, Yan Hua only laughed from the bottom of his heart, still calm and unhurried, put down the jug and said, "Don't be restrained, Daoist Lin, you can help me solve my doubts, I will treat you kindly, if you like calligraphy or painting Just take it."

Lin Mingyu listened to him talk about pen and ink again, and then remembered that the word was still clutched in his hand, and nervously, the page had been crumpled into a ball.The embarrassment just now turned into annoyance, he hastily spread the paper, raised his head to apologize, but met Wanhua's smiling eyes, and then Yan Hua's unhurried and pleasant voice came slowly:

"You asked me who I want to make a statue of, and this name is the answer. I don't know good or bad, and I don't know what kind of shape I want to carve, so I will carve a statue of 'Lin Mingyu'."

Lin Mingyu was shocked all over, and his dark eyes looked at Wanhua in disbelief.

The four eyes meet, one pair is sincere, the other pair is surprised.

No wonder he asked his name, he was sculpting it for fun, but the statue wasn't anything important, and he didn't know what it would look like...

If it is a beloved person, it must be very beautiful.

Lin Mingyu thought about it in a daze, and finally remembered the second half of what he said, his face turned blue and white, and finally blushed again, and wanted to bite off his tongue for the second time tonight.

But Wan Hua sat opposite him, drank tea and answered that everything was as usual, and there was nothing wrong with it at all.

It was rare for him to be preoccupied, so he took the towel from Wan Hua to wipe his face, and suddenly asked him suspiciously: "You... really want to make a statue for me?"

"Didn't Master Lin ask me to carve it in your image?" Wan Hua replied eloquently, as if it was a matter of course.

"Yes... ah, no, no, that's not what it means..."

"What do you mean?"

"This... no no."

"There is no other meaning, so it's settled. I will give it to Daoist Lin after the completion of the work." Yan Hua smiled.

Lin Mingyu couldn't explain clearly, and clutched his underwear tightly on his knees uneasily.Obviously he messed up the clay sculpture, and he was nervous to pretend to be a fine statue, but in the end someone really wanted to carve him—not using him as a reference to shape the outline, but to really carve it according to his eyebrows and eyes. a statue.

This seems to be the kind of treatment only given to a chivalrous man with a reputation, or someone who is admired by others...

He had hoped that An Du's life would be smooth and uneventful, and a small splash of water would lead to such a result. No matter if Wan Hua was a simple effort or a joke, this move was too gorgeous for him.

It's so gorgeous that it's a little unreal, but it makes people fascinated.

While he was in a daze, Yan Hua lifted the bamboo woven lid and took out a porcelain bowl, and saw a round white and red pastry in it, which looked somewhat similar to Lin Mingyu's jade red face at the moment.He warmed the bowl in hot water and brought a small knife. After waiting for a long time, he didn't speak again. He still looked unbelievable, so he coughed lightly and said, "The interlayer of this bowl can be warmed. When it’s hot, cut the dough and there will be soup flowing out, it’s specially made by the chef of Luoxing Lake, is Lin Daochang interested? When you return to Huashan, there may not be any more.”

The lights were in full swing and the moon was setting in the west, Wanhua changed the subject without a trace and really saved Lin Daochang, who was restless. When his hot cheeks eased, he felt that although there were many variables in the night, it was over. Looking at Wanhua and smiling again The crooked eyebrows and eyes gave birth to the expectation that the dawn will not come, and the tempting pasta and hot soup are no longer so important.

A chance encounter is a chance encounter after all, after tonight I don't know when the next time we will meet again.

Yan Hua glanced casually while waiting for the bowl to heat up. The Taoist priest opposite was really young, and his thoughts of joy, sorrow, and embarrassment were written all over his face, and his wiped face was as white as porcelain. Looking at the statue, he bulged his cheeks, and it was probably the mouth-watering pasta in the bowl.

Yan Hua concealed the light in his eyes without any trace, thinking that it would be a beautiful thing to carve a statue like this.

The moonlight in the half room was mercilessly getting darker and darker. Lin Mingyu sat for a while and gradually sank down. Yan Hua's smile creeping up from the corner of his eyes didn't see it. After Wanhua tried the temperature of the bowl, he was about to use the knife. He suddenly came back to his senses, and quickly reached out to stop him: "Can you...can you tell me my name?"

Seeing that he was nervous, Yan Hua raised his eyebrows and pretended to smile wryly: "Daozhang Lin finally remembered to ask? Next..."

"Yan Hua, are you there?!" An angry question came with chaotic footsteps, instantly breaking the peaceful appearance of Rongrong.

The wooden door was kicked open immediately, and the little uncle rushed in first, and saw a handsome young Taoist priest sitting in the house, and looked at him curiously at the sound, while Yan Hua sat with his black hair hanging behind his shoulders, hands behind the door. There was actually a knife in his hand, and he was so shocked that he couldn't move.