After Chen Ping'an returned to the yard, his eyelids kept twitching, his left eye twitching and his right eye twitching.

So Chen Ping'an sat on the threshold and began to imagine that he was pulling the tablet with his hands hanging in the air. Soon the straw sandals boy entered a state of selflessness. Diligence in a boy is one aspect, and it is also very important to be able to withstand hunger. Therefore, Chen Ping'an developed the habit of pulling the tablet if he had something to do. The matter of porcelain firing is the most concerned, because before the kiln, no one knew whether the glaze color and shape of a piece of porcelain were in the end, and could only leave it to fate. However, before the kiln, pulling the tablet was undoubtedly the top priority, but Chen Ping'an was considered by Old Man Yao to have poor qualifications, and mostly did some physical work to practice clay. Chen Ping'an could only observe carefully next to him, and then practice clay himself, pulling the tablet himself, and finding the feel.

The sound of the wooden door pushing open in the next yard sounded. It turned out that Song Jixin brought his maid Zhigui back from the school. The handsome boy rushed forward and easily stepped onto the low wall. After squatting down, he loosened his palms. They were all stones the size of fingernails, with various colors, such as lamb fat, bean green, white lotus root, etc. This kind of worthless stone is of different sizes and can be seen everywhere in the small town creek beach. Among them, it is a bright red stone that is oozing with chicken blood. Mr. Qi of the school carved a seal for his disciple Zhao Yao. Song Jixin felt that he was quite obsessed and wanted to exchange things for that guy several times, but the other party refused to do so.

Song Jixin threw out a stone, which was not strong enough, and hit Chen Ping'an's chest, who remained indifferent.

After throwing it again, this time, Chen Ping'an still stood still after throwing the forehead of the young man with straw sandals.

Song Jixin was not surprised by this. He was like a crackling sound. He fell out seven or eight stones one after another. Although Song Jixin intended to make Chen Ping'an feel distracted, he still did not directly hit Chen Ping'an's arm and ten fingers, because Song Jixin felt that this would be a victory.

After Song Jixin threw the stone, he slapped his palms. Chen Ping'an let out a long sigh, shook his wrists, and ignored Song Jixin at all. After thinking about it, he lowered his head and held the carving knife with five fingers in his left hand.

The skill of jumping-knife is not a unique skill among the old kiln maker in the town, but Lao Yao's jumping-knife technique will give him a thumbs up no matter who sees it.

Lao Yao accepted several apprentices, but he still couldn't really satisfy the old man. When he arrived at Liu Xianyang, he thought he had found someone who could inherit his legacy. When Liu Xianyang was practicing, Chen Ping'an would squat on the side and stare hard as long as he was fine.

Liu Xianyang is the best at face. He only knows that Chen Ping'an is very strict, so he often uses Lao Yao's secret mantra to shock the latter, such as "If you want the sword to walk steadily, your hands must not be rigid and steady. In the final analysis, your heart is stable."

However, when Chen Ping'an asked what it means to be calm, Liu Xianyang caught him blindly.

Song Jixin looked at it for a while and felt boring, so he jumped off the wall and entered the room.

The maid Zhigui stood by the wall. If she didn't stand on tiptoe, she would just reveal her upper half of her face. Even so, it was vaguely visible that the girl was a beauty.

She thought about it, gently tiptoed, her eyes fell around the poor boy, and finally found two stones of her favorite on the ground, one of which was scarlet and clear, and the other was snow-white and smooth, all of which her young master just threw away.

She hesitated for a moment, lowered her voice, and said timidly: "Chen Ping'an, can you help me pick up those two stones? I really like it."

Chen Ping'an slowly raised his head, his hands had not stopped, and was still very stable, and his eyes signaled her to wait for a moment.

Zhigui smiled sweetly, like the first green bud on the branch after spring, which was extremely beautiful.

But the boy had already lowered his head and missed this moving scene.

The corners of her mouth were raised, and her eyes were filled with brilliance, as if there were extremely subtle living things wandering leisurely in it.

When Chen Ping'an stopped what was at hand and asked which two stones it was, the maid Zhigui's eyes returned to normal, as soft as spring mud after the rain.

Chen Ping'an picked up the two stones in the direction she pointed at her fingers and walked to the wall. As soon as she raised her hand, the straw sandal boy had already placed the stones on the top of the wall.

She picked up two stones and held them tightly in the palm of her hand.

If someone is interested in searching for this thing, it is a needle in a haystack, and it is hard to find it in ten years.

Even if a person with destiny is unintentional, he is like a mess on the street, and it is within reach, all depends on whether he is moody or not.

Chen Ping'an asked with a smile: "Are you not afraid of slugs blocking your door and cursing for a long time?"

She did not admit that her young master had stolen other people's things, but she seemed to have no shame to deny the facts, so she smiled and didn't say anything.

There is a mother and son living in Niping Lane. The two of them are fighting each other. The town is invincible, and only Song Jixin can fight with them. The children are particularly naughty, with two slugs hanging all year round. They like to go fishing in the stream and beaches, pick up stones, and the fish they catch are kept in a large water tank, and the stones are piled up next to the water tank. Song Jixin likes to provoke this little thorn, and they go to hold a few stones every now and then, and they can't see them for a day or two, but

He couldn't stand Song Jixin's frequent touching. Once the child confirmed that he had lost his treasure, he would be furious. He was like a little wild cat with his tail. He could scold outside the yard for an hour. His mother never persuaded him. Instead, he would fan the flames and deliberately provoked Song Jixin as a former supervisor who was an illegitimate child. He made Song Jixin so angry that he almost had to carry a bench to get out to fight. The maid Zhigui tried to persuade him and then stopped him.

Suddenly, a sharp voice sounded, "Song Jixin, Song Jixin, come and catch the adulterer. Your maid and Chen Ping'an are getting along, obviously they are hooking up! If you don't care about your maid, maybe she will climb over the wall to knock on Chen Ping'an's door tonight! Get out quickly, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk t

Song Jixin did not show up at all and shouted directly in the room: "What's this? I saw Chen Ping'an pulling and tugging with your mother last night. After I was caught, Chen Ping'an 'pulled' her claws out of your mother's collar. It's also your mother's fault. Her place is so spectacular and full. Poor Chen Ping'an was so tired that he was sweating..."

Someone in the alley kicked Song Jixin’s yard hard and said angrily: “Song Jixin, come out and fight one-on-one! If you lose, you give Zhigui to me as a maid and feed me food, make a bed and wash my feet every day! If I lose, I will give Chen Ping'an to you as a traitor. How about it? I ask if you dare, anyone who dares is just a turtle!”

Song Jixin in the room said lazily: "Go cool down on the side! Your father looked through the almanac. It's not suitable to beat your son today. Gu Can, you are lucky!"

The child outside the house pounded the door hard, "Zhigui, you are so frustrated with such a cowardly master. You'd better run away with Liu Xianyang. Anyway, the silly guy looked at you, it was like he was going to eat you."

The maid Zhigui turned around and walked towards the room.

Inside the house, Song Jixin was carefully wiping a green gourd, which was an old object of unknown age and one of the "family property" left by Lord Song. Song Jixin was not concerned at first, but later accidentally discovered that every thunderstorm day, the gourd would buzz inside. However, after Song Jixin pulled out the lid, no matter how he waved it, nothing slipped out. He poured water inside and filled it with sand. It was poured out water and sand, not much, not much at all. Song Jixin was really helpless. In addition, once Gu Can's stingy mother outside the door, a illegitimate child who had a mother but had no father, was scolded. Song Jixin took a knife and slashed at the gourd, which made the young man dumbfounded. The blade had been rolled up, and the gourd was still intact, with no trace left behind.

A letter burned by Song Jixin in his early years read: "The gold, silver and copper coins moved to the yard by the government office ensure that you, the master and servant, have no worries about food and clothing. In your spare time, you can collect some antiques that you like, and only serve to cultivate your temperament. Although the town is small, coarse grains can nourish the stomach, books can nourish the qi, scenery can nourish the eyes, and loneliness can nourish the heart. From today on, you will be able to do your best to be destiny, and the dragon is hidden in the abyss, and you will be blessed in the future."

Although Song Jixin resented that man, he was rich and did not spend thunder. In a simple town, it was difficult to be big. Over the years, Song Jixin has really fallen in love with the rags. He is full of red lacquer boxes, all of which are like green gourds. However, Song Jixin has a mysterious intuition. A large box, a variety of items, and more than thirty items. This gourd is the most precious, and then a rusty purple gold bell shaking. It was obvious that he saw the hanging hammer hitting the inner wall, which should have made a crisp sound, but it was silent, which made Song Jixin both creepy and amazed. Finally, there was a quaint teapot signed as "mountain mandrill". The rest of the items, Song Jixin, was very popular and could not be said to be in love at first sight.

The child named Gu Can stood outside the door, cursing, full of energy.

Not long after, the scolding came to an abrupt end.

Then Chen Ping'an saw the guy pushing open the gate of his courtyard with a panic on his face. After tying the door bolt, he squatted beside the door, constantly winking himself, and asked him to squat beside him.

Chen Ping'an was confused, but he ran to the child with his waist, squatted down and asked softly, "Gu Can, what are you doing? Have you made your mother angry again?"

The child sniffed hard and lowered his voice, "Chen Ping'an, let me tell you, I met a weird guy just now. The white bowl in his hand can keep pouring water out. Look, it's only such a big bowl. I saw him pouring water for an hour! When that guy passed by the entrance of our Nipin Lane just now, he seemed to have stopped. Didn't he see me? It's so miserable..."

The child gestured with both hands as the size of the white bowl, then patted his chest, and sighed: "It's really scary Song Jixin's father."

Chen Ping'an asked, "Are you talking about the storyteller under the locust tree?"

The child nodded vigorously, "No, the old man doesn't have much strength on his hands, and I can't even lift it up, but that broken bowl is really creepy, very creepy!"

The child suddenly grabbed Chen Ping'an's arm, "Chen Ping'an, I really didn't lie to you this time! I can swear that if I lie to you, Song Jixin will not die a bad death!"

Chen Ping'an raised a finger and made a gesture of silence.

The child shut up immediately.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, gradually sounding and falling.

One thing brings down another thing.

The child, who was originally not afraid of the world, sat on the ground, reached out and wiped his face casually, his face turned pale. It was obvious that this slug named Gu Can was really scared to death.

The child suddenly asked, "Chen Ping'an, that guy wasn't going to my house, right? What should I do?"

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "I will go back to your house to see you?"

The child was probably waiting for Chen Ping'an's words, suddenly stood up, sat down again, and said with a sad face: "Chen Ping'an, I have weak legs and can't walk."

Chen Ping'an stood up, bent down and pulled the child's back collar, carried the child in one hand, opened the door bolt with the other, and walked out of the yard.

The child's house is not far from this, only a hundred steps away. Sure enough, Gu Can saw that the old man was in his yard, and his mother actually brought a stool for the old man.

At that moment, the child felt that the sky had fallen, so he chose to hide behind Chen Ping'an and let the tall man push him up.

Chen Ping'an did not disappoint the child, and he deliberately or unintentionally protected him.

When the naughty child Gu Can held Chen Ping'an's cuffs, he immediately became full of heroism for no reason.

The old man didn't care about this, sat on the bench and thought for a moment, and the white bowl in his hand disappeared out of thin air.

Gu Can immediately became weak again, and he hid behind Chen Ping'an, trembling with fear.

The old man glanced at the rural woman with a strangely calm expression, then looked at the young man with frown on his brows, and finally said to the child who was shrinking his head and mind: "Little kid, do you know what you have in your water tank?"

The child shouted behind Chen Ping'an: "What else can I do? The fish, shrimp, crabs and loaches and eels I caught from the stream! If you like it, take it away, don't be polite..."

The child's voice is getting lower and lower, and he is obviously not confident.

The woman stroked her hair in her temples, looked at Chen Ping'an, and said softly: "Ping'an."

Chen Ping'an understood what she meant, rubbed Gu Can's head, and then turned around and left.

Deep in the woman's eyes, she felt a hint of guilt towards this straw sandal boy.

She abandoned her distracting thoughts and turned to the old man and asked, "Does this immortal master who has come from afar, buy or grab this opportunity?"

The old man shook his head and smiled, "Buy it? I can't afford it. I can't snatch it either."

The woman also shook her head, "It was like this before, but it may not be the case in the future."

When the old man, who was originally leisurely, heard this, he felt as if he was struck by lightning. He suddenly waved his sleeves and pinched his five fingers as if flying.

The old man sighed, "Why is this?"

The woman looked cold and laughed: "The fairy thought there were so many good people in this small town?"

The old man stood up and looked at the confused child deeply, as if he had made a big decision. His wrist flashed and the white bowl reappeared.

The old man walked to the large water tank half a person tall and quickly spooned a bowl of water in the water tank.

Although the woman pretended to be calm, her palms were covered with sweat.

The old man sat back on the stool and waved to Gu Can, "Little kid, come and take a look."

The child looked at his mother and nodded with encouraging eyes.

As the child approached, the old man blew a light breath towards the water surface in the bowl, and ripples were bursting.

The old man smiled and said, "Open your mouth."

At the same time, the old man touched it casually and found a locust leaf from the child.

The two fingers were twisted and they were not firmly held.

The child subconsciously said.

The old man bounced his fingers and the green locust leaves sank into the child's mouth.

The child was stunned on the spot, and then found that there seemed to be nothing unusual in his mouth.

The old man did not give him the chance to ask, pointed to the white bowl held in his palm, "Look at what's there."

Gu Can widened his eyes and looked at it intently. He first saw an extremely tiny black dot, and then gradually turned into a slightly striking black line, and finally slowly grew, as if it had turned into a small yellow loach, rolling happily in the ripples on the water surface of the white bowl.

The child with a muddy mind suddenly appeared and exclaimed: "I remember it! It was me from Chen Ping'an..."
To be continued...