My father grounded me because I broke my arm climbing a tree. Handsome teacher gave me a puppy: let it accompany you for me. How can I thank him?

After reading this love poem, I saw Zhang Sheng refusing to look at himself and staring at a pile of uncut firewood next to him. She pinched her face angrily. "Wood have what good-looking of? Better than me? "

1

Wicker is green, and swallows fly around with spring in their arms. The air is thin, probably because people are thin.

Zhang Sheng is not in the mood to appreciate spring scenery. His family is gone, and his closest relatives are gone. Before his death, his father left a message: "If you can't go on, go to Yangzhou to find Ye Jie. He is my favorite student and he will take care of you. "

Parents still have a home. Both parents are dead. Where is the home? Zhang Sheng tidied up all the housework and got up.

In March, Zhang Sheng made a detour to Yangzhou.

It is "March" of "Fireworks Down in Yangzhou in March" and "Yangzhou" of "Fireworks Down in Yangzhou in March".

The moat and towers that came into view made Zhang Sheng a little scared, perhaps because of the sentence "A foreign land is a foreign land that can't stay, and hometown is a hometown that can't go back", or maybe not.

Zhang Sheng squatted on the bank of the moat, washed his face and cut his hair. The water in the moat is very cold, which is a different flavor from his hometown, but it makes Zhang Sheng feel inexplicably at ease, as if he had washed his face with Yangzhou water and smelled of Yangzhou.

Zhang Sheng began to inquire about Ye Jie. When he found out that Ye Jie was the principal of the largest school in Yangzhou, he was a little embarrassed. He also learned that Ye Jie likes reading ancient books very much. He touched two books in his bag, A Dream of Red Mansions in the early Qing Dynasty, and felt a little relieved.

I was led into Ye's house, which was very small, one quarter was a rockery, three quarters were flowers, and half was a house.

Ye Jie hit Tsing Yi, and his eyes were full of voices.

"Zhang Sheng?"

"hmm."

Ye Jie hugged Zhang Sheng. "Thanks to your father's cultivation, I have today. You learned to walk when I left Xuancheng ... "

"Grandpa, are there any guests at home?"

I heard his voice before I met him.

The girl leaned on her backpack, bumping and jumping, and came to Zhang Sheng.

"Call Zhang Shu."

Ye Zhenzhen smiled. "Call me brother." She cocked her head and smiled at Zhang Sheng. "Hello, brother!"

The girl in front of her, with short hair and thick black eyebrows, is not like the arch eyebrows of ordinary women. Her eyebrows are somewhat masculine, her nose is small but not flat, and her facial features are not picky. Together, she is very attractive.

"Your uncle zhang's father, but my teacher, like tiger, like son, you uncle zhang must be powerful. Don't play tricks on others, pester others, and learn more from him. " Ye Jie lovingly touched her daughter's head. "I spoiled them all."

Zhang is a little embarrassed. He held out his hand, which was cold. "Hey ..."

Ye Zhenzhen clapped his hands and jumped up. "Do you know any foreign languages?"

Zhang Sheng took back his hand, but there was nowhere to put it. "My foreign language is not good."

Ye Zhenzhen shook Zhang Sheng's sleeve.

"I'll teach you!"

2

Went to a girls' middle school dozens of miles away, and Zhang went to a nearby school as a teacher.

Stand Ye took advantage of the holiday to attend Zhang Sheng's class at school.

"Sit up straight, put your hands behind your back and concentrate." Zhang Sheng's class was strung together by this sentence.

It's midsummer, but the leaves of an unknown tree are almost identical. The priest looked at the lonely leaves on the branches outside the window, which set off the inexplicable emptiness of the sky, and suddenly felt that Zhang Sheng was a bit like it.

She can't say such a thing. At this time, she came to her senses, looked at Zhang Shengduan's textbook, listened to the intermittent voice in her ear, and remembered a word-"awkward". That's what she thought, so she said it. The voice was not loud, and the people around her gave her a look and continued to listen to the class.

When Zhang Sheng was writing on the blackboard, the priest slipped home through the back door.

When the priest came home, thinking about how to tell Zhang Sheng that his class was not good, the more he thought about it, the more impatient he became. He went to the yard to count the green slates. "Tell him, don't tell him, don't tell him ..." Another turned around and saw Zhang Sheng.

Zhang Ying nodded with a smile. The dimples were shallow but just right.

"You smile and don't say anything to me, and I feel that I have been waiting for this for a long time."

The priest said this sentence clearly and without pause.

Zhang sheng was shocked.

"I'm reciting poems? Tagore's poems. " The priest smiled obsequiously, and then I would recite another sentence, "I love three things in the world." The sun, the moon and you. The sun represents morning, the moon represents night, and you represent forever (I love three things, the sun, the moon and you, the sun is morning, the moon is night, and you are day and night). "

Zhang Sheng was a little unsteady and quietly walked to the backyard.

The priest angrily returned to his room and looked down from the window. Zhang Sheng squatted down and stared at the uncut firewood in the backyard, sometimes laughing, sometimes shaking his head and sighing.

The priest climbed into bed angrily. "What's so beautiful about wood? Better than me? " After talking to myself, I pinched my face.

"I am definitely better looking than wood."

Another holiday, the priest went to class, and Zhang Sheng also went to class.

"Don't you think you are not fit to be a teacher?" The priest was a little nervous and grabbed his finger.

Zhang sheng was silent.

"You always have an expression in class. I feel that it is better for you to face a pile of wood than a group of children. "

"With a straight face is bad? I think all the teachers in the school attend classes like this. "

"Then they haven't had a foreign language class, which is really interesting."

"How interesting?"

This is the first time that I have talked so much with Pastor since I entered the Ye family, and Pastor is secretly happy.

"First of all, the expression should be rich, and the reading of the text should be rhythmic, and then ..."

Pastor see zhang listened carefully and stopped, "are you really going to teach for a lifetime? Seeing that you learn wood every day, I estimate that you can also become a half carpenter, regardless of occupation or major. You may become the second generation of Luban. "

Zhang Shengsheng smiled, very shallow and bright.

"There are so many kinds of wood, and some wood to be burned is a good material for making guqin."

"Make a piano?"

"In my hometown, I studied guqin with an old gentleman for several years. The scattered sound, overtone and bending sound of the piano can be pushed to heaven and earth, but there is no good block and nothing. A good guqin should have nine virtues-strangeness, antiquity, transparency, quietness, smoothness, roundness, clearness, uniformity and fragrance. But it is generally a good piano that is static, transparent, round, moist, clear and even ... "

Zhang sheng's brow is full of color. She has never heard the sound of guqin. In her mind, Zhang Sheng's voice is naturally more beautiful than that guqin.

"Well, you can pick it every day, pick the good wood, take it away after you see it, and get it back."

"Is that all right?"

"Of course, this is just firewood. It's a pity to burn it. I'm going to say hello and pick up more firewood. " The priest rolled his eyes and smiled politely. "But you have to promise me one condition."

Zhang Sheng looked at the pile of wood. "say."

"Make me one."

"Very good." Zhang sheng deserves it.

"I want the best. I can give you an ordinary one first. Every time I make one better than this, I'll change it with you. First of all, I will encourage you to make progress. Second, you and I will never break off contact. It is best to stick together forever. " The priest kept a straight face in front of Zhang Sheng.

Zhang Sheng turned and left.

The priest stared at his hurried back, dressed in white, and his ears were really red. "Are you embarrassed to understand what I said, or are you embarrassed to understand?"

The priest picked a flower and grabbed the petals. "Know, don't know, know, don't know ..."

I don't know the last petal. The priest stamped his foot and began to pull out stamens. The stamens of roses are really short and thin, so I have no patience after pulling a few.

Pastor looked at the petals on the ground, thought about it, bent down to lift them up, walked under the tree, scattered the petals in the air, and fell into the sky with colorful stars.

Zhang Sheng happened to bump into this scene when he turned around, smiling like a flower and looking like a picture.

three

The priest looked at Zhang Sheng sadly again. Life was boring. He climbed a tree to pick apricots and broke his right arm.

Her father forbade her to go out.

The housekeeper brought a dog, round, soft, white, dozing, not barking, with eyes as bright as a clear spring. The priest reached out to touch it, and its pink and hot small tongue licked the back of his hand, and the priest's heart softened.

"Where did this dog come from?" The priest asked casually.

"Someone sent Zhang Gongzi, and I was just about to send him." The housekeeper responded with a smile.

"A man or a woman?" The priest stared at the dog warily.

"Young lady, dogs are different, regardless of gender." The housekeeper reached out and raised the dog's leg to discuss the problem in depth.

"I asked people?" The priest is a little anxious.

"people?" The housekeeper has some doubts.

"Is this dog a male or a female?" The priest explained patiently.

"Oh, it's a girl." The housekeeper touched the dog.

"Girl?" The priest asked, the housekeeper's head is garlic, and looking at the dog makes him feel a little unlovable, even a little ugly.

The priest returned to the room angrily, and when he saw nothing pleasing to the eye, he went to bed, and his mouth was eloquent. "The dog is definitely not a good man, and the dog is not a good dog. The dog bites Lv Dongbin, the dog ..." Wanted to think, couldn't think of anything, and blurted out, "lackeys! ...

After that, I laughed and vomited. "I don't know if the dog leg is delicious."

"Little ... elder sister, young lady ..." Ah Yin, the maid, could not pronounce clearly.

"What's the matter?" The priest broke his finger, thinking about how many days left in his arm to heal. When his arm is healed, he will taste the dog's leg.

"Dog ... dog ..." Ayin pointed at the dog.

"Is there really a dog leg?" Pastor jumped out of bed, glanced at the dog in Yin's arms and went to bed again. "Zhang elder brother is not here? If it isn't there, don't put it in my room. Not suitable for me. "

"This is ... this is ..." A Yin blushed.

"What is it? Take it away. " Pastor turned around, carrying Yin.

"Send ... send ..." Yin insisted on what to say.

"Give what you want and take it away. I don't like dogs the most." The priest was a little annoyed and scratched his hair and rolled around on the bed several times, which made the injured arm more painful.

Ayin hugged the running dog and the room quieted down. She made a quick gasp and soon fell asleep.

When the priest woke up, the sun had set, and the red clouds burned half the sky. The priest took Ayin to the Slender West Lake to enjoy the lotus.

The water in Slender West Lake is not very clear. You can see a lot of impurities in the sun, but they are very clear. Because you can see the reflection, Zhang Sheng's teasing dog is clearly reflected on the lake.

The priest walked to Zhang Sheng.

"What a coincidence, brother zhang, this dog is really beautiful. Can I hold it? "

The dog, soft and warm, feels that he is not holding the dog in his arms, but holding the person in front of him, although he only uses one left hand.

"Didn't you say you don't like dogs? Ayin said you didn't like it and gave it back to me. "

"Yin?"

"Send ... send, Zhang Gongzi said to send you." Yin finally suppressed this sentence.

"Yin, I know you stutter, but I didn't expect you to stutter so badly now." The priest looked at Zhang Sheng excitedly. "Brother Zhang, I like dogs, but I don't."

"Oh?"

"I only like the dog you gave me."

The priest ran away after holding the dog, with a brisk pace. She is sure to be in the top three in the one-handed dog sprint competition, if there is such a competition.

Every meal, the dog eats first and the priest eats. Two eggs in the morning, broth at noon and meat at night.

When the dog grows into a ball, the priest calls it "Little Green".

A dog is an animal with a keen sense of smell. No matter how kind the priest is to him, he still likes to go to Zhangsheng every day.

The priest was very happy and muttered, "Maybe I recognized Zhang Sheng as my father only a few days after I joined the government. Yes, yes, he is your father and I am your mother. "

Looking for a dog in Zhang's room every day has become the happiest thing that the priest must do every day.

"Little green?"

The priest pushed the door and bumped into Zhang Sheng.

Zhang took a step back, gently coughed twice, cleared his throat and eased the embarrassment. "Why do you call it Little Green? Why not call it Xiao Bai? It is white. "

"Because of Ye Zhenzhen!" The priest upturned his face with a bright face.

Ye Zhenzhen? Zhang sheng is puzzled.

"Run away, Ye Zhenzhen. My name is Ye Zhenzhen. It's called Xiao Lv. Experts know it's mine." The priest has an air on his face.

"Why?" Zhang sheng asked.

"I have told the fortune teller. The name Ye Zhenzhen belongs to wood, and green is my blessing color. It's called Little Green, which means I'm very happy with it. " The priest highlighted the word "hi".

"Little Green, is that joy?" Zhang sheng asked.

"Of course, the most important thing is to love me, love my dog." Ye Zhenzhen leaned over to Zhang Yingying, who took a step back and stuck it on the wall.

The priest against the wall, "Never mind, I just like to express my thoughts in a serious way." Say that finish, with a layer of blush on his face got up and took a step back.

Little green appeared and circled around them.

I thought my mother didn't hurt you for nothing, so I went back to add chicken legs. I thought about it and said, "with chicken legs."

"What?"

"Oh, I said I would retire first. Bye, brother Zhang. "

Little green ate a whole chicken at night, and the chicken's ass was chewed up.

That night, the priest kept staring at Little Green and laughing, and Zhang Sheng's ears kept turning. "The main reason is that I am very happy with you."

four

"Miss, miss ... I ... I just heard it in the garden ..." Ah, Yin Ran was out of breath.

"Speak slowly when you hear something." The priest handed a cup of tea.

"Zhang ... Mr. Zhang ... marriage ..." Ah Xian swallowed, but his mouth still seemed to contain water.

"Zhang Xiong's marriage? Say it quickly, say it quickly. " The priest grabbed Ayin's hand.

"Master, master is discussing marriage with Mr. Zhang." Ayin speaks slowly and clearly.

The priest fell to the ground and sat on the ground in a daze. Xian got a fright, thought the contact was broken, and shook her hard. Contact pop-up for a long time "no, I want to recruit! (Novel title: Dreams over the Milky Way, written by Xu Ye. From: read some stories every day and watch more exciting content)