tiger teacher

Lin Yaxuan's question made everyone present couldn't help laughing, especially Teacher Mei. She turned her head and looked around Lin Yaxuan fiercely, to see how incompetent this once smashing female drug lord was. Ken give up.

Of course, Lin Yaxuan also quickly realized that she asked a rather stupid question, she turned her head away and dared not make eye contact with anyone.

In fact, Lin Yaxuan didn't need to ask, even people like Wang Jian who don't like to use their brains too much know that the disease must be cured, otherwise it would be a great favor for an outsider to enter the ancestral hall.

So when Mr. Yan nodded and said he was cured, Wang Jian was not surprised at all, but just quietly waited for him to continue his narration.

"After he cured those strange diseases, he settled here. He was nearly 50 years old at the time. But he still looked like a man in his early forties. Many girls in the village liked him very much." Yan Lao It seemed that he knew what others were going to ask, so in order not to be interrupted, he took the lead and said: "However, he never married a wife, but just lived in silence, and began to work as a doctor and a wife in the village. Sir, he is also very talkative, so everyone likes him very much. But I found out later that he is so powerful."

"Awesome?" Wang Jian frowned: "How powerful is it?"

"Usually he doesn't show his face, but at that time, Daniu's father was a thorn in the village, and he would often bully and bully others. Once he was involved in a disturbance, and he smashed the doors and windows of his house in the middle of the night. If he wanted to get out of the village, the village head would just be sick in bed. No one could control this guy. When everyone was procrastinating and persuading him, Dr. Wang rolled up a straw mat and went to the side of the ancestral hall in winter. In the twelfth lunar month of winter, not to mention sleeping outside in single clothes, even walking around outside in a jacket would be so cold as a mother. But he just spent the night outside in disregard of people's persuasion. I was worried that something would happen to him. He sent the quilt, but do you know what I saw?" Old Yan's eyes flashed.The expression was strange: "He was lying on the bamboo mat, and the outside of his single clothes was covered with a layer of ice, but his complexion was ruddy lying there. He was breathing evenly, and he was not frozen at all, just like sleeping on a kang."

"Early the next morning. He got up early, shook the icicles on his body, knocked on the door of Da Niu's house, and asked him if he had made enough trouble." Yan Lao said that he was happy: " You don't know what Da Niu Dae was like at that time, it was as if he had seen a ghost. Then he knelt down to him without saying a word, and he was so frightened."

"But he didn't say anything, he just patted Da Niu on the shoulder and said a few words, then went back to repair the door and windows, and then cooked porridge on his own. In the morning, he went to see a doctor for his family and give an injection for his family as usual." Yan Lao Ruoyou Susi nodded: "This ability, but it made everyone think he is a fairy. But since then, he talked less, and people are unhappy. He used to tell stories to the dolls in the village, but after that , He went back to the room after he finished his lecture, and he went to see a doctor. But he didn't talk to anyone."

Wang Jian hummed: "He doesn't want to be driven away."

"I thought so too at the time. I was very envious of his abilities, so I always looked for opportunities to get close to him, trying to learn a little bit, but he seemed to know why I came, and he would answer everything I asked him. But He just didn’t answer my request to learn art. I was young and unwilling, so I went to help him every day after work, and asked him to teach me to read and write when I was free, and occasionally stepped on herbs and dug mountain treasures with him. After seven or eight years, although I didn't learn his anti-freezing ability, I have become very knowledgeable." Yan Lao squinted his eyes and recalled: "Speaking of it, although I have no name as a teacher and apprentice with him, There is a friendship between master and apprentice. I got to know him later, and I tried to ask him where he came from and what he did before, but he didn't give me any confirmation."

When Mr. Yan spoke, his eyes were full of regret: "If only I understood the matter at that time, he has taught me a lot. If I think about it now, he taught me all my medical skills. Although I can't live and die , but some disasters and illnesses don’t bother me. He told me a word, I didn’t understand it at the time, but now that I think about it, it’s really true.”

"What?"

Wang Jian's heart is already pounding when he hears this. This style and skill are in the same line as the old carpenter's. The two people's tempers are definitely the same, otherwise there would never be such a strange similarity.These two brothers, one south and the other west, but their life trajectories are so similar. If Wang Jian hadn't appeared rashly, I am afraid that the old carpenter would definitely end up lonely like this.

"He said that there are some things that cannot be forced. There are some sufferings, and there are no happiness." Yan Lao sighed deeply: "I could only understand the words at that time, but I couldn't understand the connection here. Ken taught me. So the bitterness of my years of serving him suddenly broke out, I turned against him angrily, said some hurtful things, and then decided not to communicate with each other. Now think about it, nearly four years At ten o'clock, I was still so naive, and when I think back to his expression at that time, it was like someone was pulling the marrow of my old bone, and it was painful."

Wang Jian shook his head and sighed: "You must regret it?"

"Yes." Yan Lao lowered his eyelids: "But when he was dying, someone called me to his side and told me something."

Wang Jian's eyes lit up again, and he leaned over and asked, "What?"

"He said that he corrected all the ancestral tablets, and there are still some things left under the trees in the back mountain." Yan Lao's voice was a little hoarse: "But after all these years, I have never had the confidence to read what he said. "

"Then..." Wang Jian cleared what was stuck in his throat, and said what he hesitated to say: "Do you want to know what's inside?"

"think……"

But just after he finished speaking, he shook his head again: "I don't want to..."

Wang Jian knows this kind of emotion. Human beings are a contradictory body. Mr. Yan is now immersed in guilt, and for him, this matter is the order of the person he is guilty of. He hasn't dared to take that step for so many years.

"I think. It's better to open it today." Tianran Er, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke out, propping his chin: "If he blames you, he will definitely not tell these secrets to you alone."

Wang Jian took Tianran Er's hand and nodded heavily: "You are getting old and have been guilty all your life, but if you take this regret with you, what should you say when you see him again?"

Teacher Mei stomped on Wang Jian's toes under the table, blaming the guy for talking nonsense.Most old people are taboo about other people talking about such things, but Wang Jian not only mentioned this story of Journey to the West with a crane.It also exposes scars, this kind of thing... can be called treason, if the old man is angry.I'm afraid the decryption column will have to be shelved indefinitely.

However, Teacher Mei obviously underestimated the realm of the old village head Yan. He has done nothing else for so many years, and just pondered life in the village. After the monk came, he learned a lot of Buddhist theories from the monk. Already looked very clear.And he himself has always wanted to understand the right and wrong of this grievance, but because of his guilt, he seemed a little timid.

So now that Wang Jian mentioned it, regardless of whether Wang Jian is that person's disciple or not, but someone can give him the courage to settle his regrets later, the seeds that Yan Laoshen deeply planted in his heart finally began to germinate.And pried loose the mossy stones.

"Okay!" Yan Lao wiped away the rough grain wine on the table in one gulp, coughed violently for a while: "Come with me, you are only allowed!"

Wang Jian looked around and pointed to his nose: "Me?"

"It's you!" Elder Yan had a kind of vigor that can only be seen in young people: "Come with me!"

Seeing that Wang Jian didn't understand him stupidly, Teacher Mei, who was sitting by the side, slammed his knee on his thigh a few times.And poked his waist eye: "What are you in a daze for?"

Wang Jian let out a cry, woke up, and then stood up: "Okay! I'll accompany you!"

Although it was more than ten or twenty years ago, Mr. Yan was very familiar with the place that the person mentioned at that time, judging from his familiarity.Wang Jian can be sure that he must often go to the place where the secret is buried.

By the faint starlight in the night, Wang Jian found that Mr. Yan, who was staggering but firm, was already in tears. This sad feeling spread to Wang Jian in an instant. The last time the old carpenter felt guilty, his nose was sore, he bit his cheeks and tried not to look fragile.

The wind in the mountains is very arrogant without the shelter of the house.Although Mr. Yan was calm and breezy when he told the story, Wang Jian could understand the sadness and sorrow in his heart.

"That's it."

Mr. Yan stood under a nameless tree that was already full of branches and leaves, his voice was trembling like his fingers, his back was bent, and he looked up at Wang Jian: "Can you dig it for me?"

Wang Jian nodded, picked up the shovel Yan Lao took out from the barn, and began to dig. After a while, the shovel suddenly hit a hard object and made a harsh and crisp sound.

The sudden sound shocked both Wang Jian and Yan Laoqi, then Wang Jian glanced at Yan Lao, wiped his nose with his dirty hands, started again, and dug vigorously.

It wasn't until a jar was completely dug out that Wang Jian stopped, jumped down the pit, and forcibly pulled out the jar that had been wrapped in grass roots and tree roots.

"Open...open."

Yan Lao pointed at Wang Jian with a trembling voice, his eyes flickered like a poor student who was trying to study hard when the final exam papers were handed out, expecting and fearing.

This jar is sealed, and the mouth is wrapped with wood, thick beeswax and a layer of tin foil. Although it has gone through 30 years, the mouth of the jar is still tightly sealed. Even Wang Jian took great effort to seal the mouth. Open.

As soon as he opened it, Wang Jian was stunned. There were actually silver dollars inside... a jar of silver dollars slowly!There are thousands of dollars at least, and there is a letter lying peacefully on top of the silver dollar.

Mr. Yan didn't even look at the altar of silver dollars, but picked up the yellowed letter with snot and tears streaming down his nose, but after he picked it up, he fell back tremblingly. With sharp eyes and sharp hands, the old man probably had to hit his head on the bare stone behind him, and he probably would have to become a vegetable if he didn't die.

But even if he supported Mr. Yan, he still didn't have the strength to unfold this piece of letter paper which was only a few grams but heavy like a mountain. After several attempts, he couldn't unfold this thin paper.

"Help……"

Mr. Yan stretched out the letter in front of Wang Jian, then sat on the big rock by himself, holding his head in his hands, dew and tears dripped down his face slowly along the deep wrinkles.

Wang Jian glanced at him, took a deep breath, took out the flashlight from his pants, and opened the letter...

"Brother, brother is ashamed of you."

The first sentence on the letter was this. Wang Jian handed the letter to Mr. Yan, and then just helped him shine the light with a flashlight. During the whole process, he just looked at the shadows of the trees that were blown wildly by the mountain wind, and walked quietly. It's like a huge beast is dormant in the bushes, and the atmosphere is weird.

Not long after, Mr. Yan finished reading the letter.This 60-something-year-old man who could stand upright in front of the rich and powerful without being overbearing, fell to his knees in front of the old tree with a plop, prostrated his hands on the ground, and cried in a hoarse voice. Howling: "My brother!"

Wang Jian wanted to help him up from the ground, but he refused to get up, just howling and crying without tears.This reminded Wang Jian of a sentence he once read on the Internet, which said that when a person is suffering from great grief, he cannot shed tears at all. The crying at that time cannot be called crying, but a dry howl, an unconscious howl .

If he is allowed to go on like this, his body will definitely not be able to withstand such violent emotional fluctuations, so as a last resort, Wang Jian could only sit on the ground next to Yan Lao, lightly pressed several acupuncture points of Yan Lao, and at the same time After exerting his strength, Elder Yan calmed down in an instant. His calves were bent under him, and he knelt on the ground in a daze. His meticulous hairstyle became messy, and his eyes were fixed on the sky.

"Is it better?" Wang Jian stroked his back gently: "I can only touch your acupuncture points."

Old Yan, who had recovered a little bit, finally burst into tears, mixed with saliva and snot, flowing wantonly on his face.However, his mind was clear. He gently handed the letter in his hand to Wang Jian, but he couldn't make a sound at all.

After Wang Jian took the letter, he unfolded it gently, and then began to read it carefully. Seeing it, his blood rushed to his head... I will fight for another chapter!I came back late today, but I said I would make up, so I will not break my promise. (to be continued)rq