The night in the mountains is particularly refreshing, and the evening breeze seems to bring a slight chill.

In the yard, the lights in various rooms have been extinguished one after another. Only the lights in Ye Changshan's room are still on, and there are whispers coming from inside...

"It's almost an hour since sunset and you haven't rested yet. Why are you here here?" Ye Changshan said with a hint of disgust when he saw Yingping sneaking into his room holding a lamp.

"I can't sleep, please chat with me." Yingping sat down on Ye Changshan's bed without ceremony.

"You..." Ye Changshan knew that Yingping had always been thick-skinned. At this time, he forced himself to sit down. He had no choice but to say helplessly: "Second senior brother said, you have to get up when the rooster crows tomorrow morning. Go to bed."

It’s too late and I can’t get up tomorrow morning…”

"Can we just chat for a while?" Yingping begged in a low voice.

Looking at Ying Ping pretending to be pitiful, even though he knew that this man did not deserve sympathy, he had no choice but to do anything.

"Okay, okay, let's talk about it first, how long will we chat for?"

"Then just an hour..."

"Get out!" Before Yingping could continue, Ye Changshan grabbed Yingping's arm and pulled him down the bed.

"Don't! Don't! Don't—" Yingping moved his body towards the wall, fearing that he would be dragged out of bed.

Seeing that he couldn't pull him, Ye Changshan stopped trying and looked at Yingping quietly.

Yingping felt the sharpness in Ye Changshan's eyes and said weakly: "Just half an hour... half an hour... When the time is up, I will go back immediately."

Ye Changshan narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Yingping, and carefully considered what he said. Then, he finally let go of his hand.

"We agreed, it'll only be half an hour!"

Seeing Ye Changshan let go of his hand, Yingping couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, moved over from the corner, and said with a smile: "Okay! I do what I said, half an hour is half an hour, who am I Yingping? One

Once the words are spoken, they are hard to follow..."

Looking at Yingping's boastful talk, Ye Changshan always felt that it was a little out of tune. After thinking for a while, he walked to the cabinet next to him, opened the drawer and rummaged around.

Seeing what Ye Changshan was looking for, Yingping leaned over curiously and asked, "What are you looking for? Do you want my help?"

Ye Changshan ignored him and just opened the drawer. After a while, Ye Changshan took out a few sticks of incense from it and walked to the table. He took off the lampshade and lit the sticks with the candle inside. Then,

Go to the incense burner and stick a few sticks of incense in the sand.

"Changshan, are you paying homage to our parents?" Yingping looked at Ye Changshan's actions and was very puzzled, "You also give me three sticks of incense, and I will come too."

Since leaving the village, Ye Changshan has packed the soil from his parents' graves in two small jars. Before going up the mountain, he specially packed it into his luggage and brought it back to the mountain and placed it in his house to relieve his worries. Ying

When Ping Ping saw Ye Changshan lighting incense and placing incense, he thought he was paying homage to his parents, and he couldn't help but feel something in his heart.

"What did you just say?" Ye Changshan came back to his senses.

"Give me three sticks of incense."

"What do you want incense for?"

"Aren't you paying homage to your parents? I want it too."

Ye Changshan was confused by Yingping's request. Emotionally, he thought he was kissing his parents. After knowing Yingping's intentions, Ye Changshan felt a little embarrassed.

"No...I'm not offering incense..."

"Then what are you doing?"

"Didn't you say we would only chat for half an hour?"

"Then why are you lighting incense?"

"It took exactly half an hour for the incense to burn. I was afraid that you would lose track of time, so I lit it."

"you--"

Yingping was a little speechless, as if he had suffered a fatal blow. He didn't expect Ye Changshan to do this to him. But he said "you, you, you" for a long time and was speechless. Is this what I, Yingping, say in your heart?

A person without faith?

"Stop saying 'you, you, you' and 'me, me, me'. Cherish your time, the incense is already half burned." Ye Changshan looked at Yingping's hesitant look and found it a bit funny and cute, and suddenly wanted to tease him.

Fan: "Good boy, stop making trouble! Come on, if you have anything to talk about, I will chat with you."

When Yingping heard that Ye Changshan called himself 'uncle', he became even more angry. He let out a loud 'hum' and turned his head as if he was angry.

But after a while, a faint smoke of burning incense drifted into his nose. Yingping couldn't help but glance at the incense burner. He didn't know if the night wind blew into the room and accelerated the burning of the incense. It was fragrant at the moment.

A small handful of incense ashes stood on top. Another breeze blew by, and the small handful of incense ashes fell gently into the incense burner.

Yingping looked at the sticks of incense, weighed the pros and cons, and finally decided to put down his dignity and speak first: "Changshan, who do you think my father is?"

"It's not the second senior brother anyway."

"Well...I'm nothing like him."

"That's right, not only the appearance, but also the personality is different."

"Who is heaven and who is earth?"

"Then you still need to ask?"

"My master looks quite boring, how can he compare with me?"

"..."

"I really want to know who my biological father is, even if he hasn't raised me these years." When mentioning his father, the originally cheerful Yingping suddenly felt a little depressed.

"Don't worry. Didn't the adoptive father say that he has his own difficulties and will come to see you when the time comes." Seeing that Yingping's mood dropped, Ye Changshan comforted him.

Yingping smiled helplessly, and then put the matter down. He quickly adjusted his mood, took out the small medicine bottle from his arms, and said -

"Changshan, have you taken the pills given by Uncle Fifth Master?

"Yes, I'll eat it after dinner."

"Does it taste good?"

"Taste? I don't know. I swallowed it after drinking water. I haven't tried the taste."

"Don't want to try it? This is made by Uncle Zichun! Did you forget the pot of juice? It's so delicious!"

Recalling the sweet and delicious juice on the oxcart yesterday, Yingping couldn't help but swallowed. He took out a small medicine bottle from his arms, poured out a pill and held it in the palm of his hand. He admired it carefully under the dim light.

.

This pill is not big, no more than the size of a fingernail. I don’t know what kind of ingredients and herbs are used to make it. It exudes a burst of aroma, some coolness of mint, and some mellowness of pure brew.

Yingping looked at the pill in his hand, greedily inhaled the aroma of the pill, couldn't help but put it into his mouth, and chewed it gently...

"vomit--"

As Yingping made a sound of retching, something black came out of his mouth. His expression was extremely distorted at this time. He pinched his throat and shouted with difficulty: "Water! Water! Get water quickly——!"

Ye Changshan quickly took the kettle and handed it to him.

Yingping grabbed the kettle, and after gargling for a while, Yingping opened the window and spat out the mouthwash with a pop. Then he picked up the kettle and took a few big sips. After drinking, he breathed a sigh of relief.

.

"Is it delicious...?" Ye Changshan asked curiously when he saw Yingping's reaction.

"You still ask! Will I spit it out if it tastes so delicious?"

"How unpalatable is it?" Ye Changshan became even more curious when Yingping said this.

"It tastes worse than shit!"

“How bad does shit taste?”

"How much shit..." Yingping looked at Ye Changshan's playful expression and knew that he was teasing her, so he stopped talking to him.

This small pill smells very fragrant, but it is really difficult to chew. It is more bitter than coptis, more astringent than raw persimmon, and mixed with a fishy smell. Compared with this thing, it may be considered a traditional Chinese medicine soup.

'Delicious food'.

Recalling the taste of the small pills just now, Yingping felt a surge in his stomach.

"Stop talking, stop talking, I feel like vomiting!"

"It's better to swallow it honestly with water."

Ying Ping looked at the small medicine. The expectation when he first got it was no longer there. What was left was only 70 percent disgusted and 30 percent disgusted. But thinking of Wen Junchen's words this morning, he didn't dare to disobey, so he had to pour it from the bottle again.

He took out one pill. This time he tilted his head and poured the water from the kettle into his mouth. After the water filled his mouth, he threw the small pill into his mouth, pinched his nose and swallowed it in one gulp, without even letting the small pill touch it.

Then he picked up the kettle and drank a few more gulps.

Yingping put the small medicine back in his arms, shook his head, tried his best not to recall the vomiting smell, found a new quote to distract from the matter, and said: "Changshan, what you learned this morning

Do you remember it?"

Today Wen Junchen has begun to teach the two of them. What he teaches is nothing special, it is just the "Xue Er Pian" in "The Analects of Confucius".

Although Wen Junchen's explanation today is not much different from what the teacher in the private school in Shang County said in the past, this is the first class after getting started, so Yingping listened more seriously. After class, Wen Junchen said:

The two of them recited what they learned today for the school exam tomorrow.

"It's not bad. I reviewed it once after class in the morning and a few more times before dinner in the evening. There should be no big problem for the second senior brother's exam tomorrow."
To be continued...