I really want to be a salted fish

Chapter 373 Master and Disciple
Without Uncle Xiang leading the way, Su Shao walked to the living room of the house by himself based on his memory.

Anyway, she stayed in Chengjiayuan for quite a long time. Besides being familiar with every brick and tile in this garden, she also misses it more.

"Sit down." Cheng Ruhai heard the sound of the curtain hanging on the door, he clearly had joy in his eyes, but he still pretended to be serious.

Su Shao didn't sit down, and stood at the door carefully watching Cheng Ruhai's every move with his eyes.

She looked at the old man with poor legs and walked to the old locker to get a can of tea.

"Yuhua tea." Cheng Ruhai walked slowly to the tea table with the tea pot in his arms, "You didn't like tea when you were young, but you liked the taste."

After finishing speaking, he took two ceramic teacups, "Come and have a taste."

Su Shao still didn't move.

When the tea is hot, the aroma of the tea is brewed.

"What are you doing in a daze? Come here!" Cheng Ruhai waved.

Su Shao smelled the tangy fragrance of rain flower tea, and the fragrance instantly drew her tears out, "Master, why don't you whip me hard with a small bamboo whip."

A small face, two tears.

Tears can't stop streaming down.

Hearing such a sentence, Cheng Ruhai couldn't laugh or cry, but when he smiled, he cried too
"Master is old." He sighed with a smile, "I can't touch you anymore."

old
can't move
Su Shao saw it, and the little bamboo whip that used to scare her when she was young was thrown in the old locker.

A layer of dust fell on the bamboo handle and whip.

How much she wished that when she entered the house, the old man would still be the same as when she was a child. She was disobedient, so she was whipped a few times to improve her memory. Afterwards, the master and apprentice were still squatting together to eat roasted sweet potatoes
But now, these are all extravagant hopes.

The old man was panting slightly even after moving a tea pot, how could he have the strength to beat her, it would be good if he had the strength to survive!
I heard from Chu Yuemei that a few years ago, she was so old that she almost lost her life.

"Come here, don't stand there stupidly."

Su Shao approached, but still didn't sit down.

Her lips trembled, "Master, I'm sorry. It's Yaoyao who failed your hard work, failed to learn Peking Opera well, and failed to keep the roots of Chengjiayuan."

Cheng Ruhai froze, wiped away his tears for a while, and waved his hand, "Master is also wrong. He shouldn't have pushed you so hard at the beginning, and forced you to stop learning Peking Opera."

"You're not mad at me?"

"Everyone has their own choice. The master is selfish. At the beginning, he only had Peking Opera in his heart, thinking about the inheritance and future of Peking Opera. He didn't consider whether you like it or not, or whether you were happy enough when learning Peking Opera."

Su Shao didn't seem to expect Cheng Ruhai to say such a thing, she forgot the pain for a moment.

"Yaoyao, Master is getting old. Although I am concerned about the future of Peking Opera, I want you to live happily and not to be burdened with heavy burdens and burdens." Cheng Ruhai wiped away his old tears, and his eye sockets were full of vicissitudes and redness.

In fact, as early as the second day after Su Shao left Chengjiayuan, he thought so, but he never said it.

No one ever said that.
Until today, many years later, Su Shao stepped into the courtyard again.

The two stubborn people finally bowed their heads to each other.

Uncle Xiang was outside the door, listening to the sobbing of the old man in the room, and hearing the sobbing of the girl, he clasped his hands together, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

The knot between the young and the old was finally treated honestly, and it was finally untied.

Chengjiayuan, guest room on the third floor.

The room was tidy and everything was neatly packed in the suitcase.

Beside the window, a figure as clear as jade stood quietly.

The courtyard was quiet, and he could hear the movement in the living room downstairs.

The little girl stopped crying, he was able to take people to his side in a down-to-earth manner
(End of this chapter)