Then the young scholar bent down and reached out to pick up the scroll.
He opened the scroll.
The familiar appearance on the paper made him stunned.
What a coincidence...
This painting is the black thief he painted.
...
The young scholar didn't know what to react for a moment?
...
After a while, he pursed his lips.
Roll up the painting again.
...
The young scholar looked into the room.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he stuffed the scroll behind the bookshelf.
...
He still couldn't bear to tear off the painting.
I don't know what kind of psychology...
...
Since I'm reluctant to let it go...
He didn't want to see this painting.
Then hide it.
Hidden in a place that is not easy to find.
...
Young scholar sitting down on a chair.
He took a deep breath.
He touched his chest.
The heart inside is still a little disordered.
What happened today is so strange.
He doesn't understand...
Is the black little thief an hallucination of him alone?
...
No.
Surely not.
The young scholar shook his head
The steamed buns were stolen.
This is for sure.
The problem is...
Who is stealing steamed buns?
He thought it was a black thief.
As a result, neither my brother nor my sister-in-law saw the black thief.
In their eyes, his performance today is just directing and acting alone...
Oh.
He wants to laugh.
I can't laugh.
what is going on?
Can anyone tell him an answer?
...
"Bang~"
The young scholar knocked his head hard.
Everyone said don't think about it anymore...
I can't figure it out.
It's just a waste of time.
...
He obviously has more important things to do.
...
The young scholar knocked his head hard again.
The pain dispelled the chaotic thoughts in his mind.
Don't think about it anymore.
...
The young scholar opened the book.
...
The woodcutter and the woman came to the yard.
The woodcutter kicked the dry firewood on the ground hard.
...
Dry firewood scattered all over the ground.
...
In the past, the woman must have spoken out and blamed the woodcutter for what he did?
But at this time, she didn't say anything.
She understood the woodcutter's mood at this time.
As the young scholar's elder brother, the woodcutter's mood must be more complicated and difficult to distinguish at this time.
...
“…Damn it!”
The woodcutter shouted softly.
...
The woman opened her mouth.
What do you want to say.
I don't know what to say for a moment?
To be honest, she has not yet come to her senses.
What happened just now?
...
“…What the hell is going on?”
The woodcutter let out a long sigh.
He looked at the woman, "My brother has never been like this before."
Never had such a crazy behavior.
...
“…maybe it was just an accident.”
After opening and closing the mouth several times, the woman finally made a sound.
“It doesn’t matter.”
"I think my brother is fine."
“No problem.”
Except for that passage, according to my younger brother, it was a sign of trying to protect the steamed buns from the claws of the black thief...
That performance was really...
She even felt a little frightened.
Too strange.
A man shouted at the air where there was nothing...
I suddenly ate steamed buns...
...
Everything is like the young scholar opposite the young scholar. There is indeed a black thief he mentioned.
But……
No.
Neither she nor the woodcutter saw it.
She wants to believe in the young scholar...
She tried hard to open her eyes.
She searched everywhere for traces of the black thief.
...
She got nothing.
She has no way to deceive herself.
She didn't see the black thief.
The young scholar was obviously acting so seriously...
If there wasn't a woodcutter who had the same opinion as her, she might have doubted herself.
Doubt that there is something wrong with your eyes?
That's why I didn't see the black thief.
...
"……Um."
The woodcutter nodded.
He looked around and looked around with some annoyance.
It seems like I want to find a vent to relieve my emotions.
"That boy..."
The woodcutter licked his lips.
His throat was a little dry.
...
“…Don’t think about it.”
The woman gently patted the woodcutter's arm.
"Didn't you just let your brother forget what happened today?"
"You made him forget."
"What's the matter if I'm still worried about it?"
"We all forgot."
"Just treat this as never."
The woman felt a little emotional.
It's okay to deceive yourself.
Not everything needs to be found in the bottom line.
Especially this may not be able to find the bottom line.
or……
The answer to the bottom line is not what they want.
So……
It's better to be confused than to be confused.
Good to everyone.
...
The woodcutter was stunned for a while.
His reaction was slower than usual.
Because his mind was filled with the expressions of the young scholar just now, and the words the young scholar said to him...
He understood the woman's words.
He felt... the woman was right.
He nodded.
"good."
"This matter..."
"Don't mention none of us."
"Just pretend that this hasn't happened."
......
"Um."
The woman nodded.
She observed the woodcutter's face, "Everyone said don't think about it..."
"Your face has also improved."
"Don't let my brother see the clues."
"My brother is smart."
...
ah?
The woodcutter reached out and rubbed his face hard a few times.
I was afraid of a few more hits.
"...Is that OK?"
...
Looking at the woodcutter with a slightly red cheek, the woman smiled.
"It's OK."
"Don't worry either."
"Believe in my brother."
"My brother wants to achieve good results in the exam more than we all."
After so many years of hard study...
Thank you for your hard work?
Of course it is very hard.
...
"Um."
The woodcutter grinned.
"That kid has been very energetic since he was a child."
"I feel so smart."
"At that time, my parents were still hesitating whether to send him to a private school..."
After all, scholars are for rural families who make a living by chopping wood...
It's really too far away.
"It's the gentleman he went to ask for himself."
"Say he wants to study."
"So young child..."
When talking about this matter today, the woodcutter still sighed very much, "I just said something to shine on my family..."
...
"My brother has been an idea since he was a child."
The woman smiled.
It's really different from her younger brother.
Her younger brother was trying to skip classes at that age, not wanting to do his homework, and just wanting to go out and play...
...
"yes."
The woodcutter grinned.
"Before my parents left, I will give me many instructions..."
"My brother must study hard..."
"Let your brother shine on his family."
"In this way, they can feel at ease under the stakes."
The most regrettable thing when my parents left was that they could not see the day when their younger brother succeeded.
So I repeatedly told him... when my brother succeeds, I must go to their tombstone to tell them.
...
In order not to disappoint parents...
Chapter completed!