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Chapter 21

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    ? Injured muscles and bones for a hundred days, the injury can only be healed slowly, and the summer vacation is over.

    ? On the day before school started, Ji Shenyu went to Ding Yanshou to ask the teacher for leave. It took half an hour to walk from the bedroom to the study in the front yard, and the steps were smaller than that of the old lady with bound feet.  Although the pain was gone, he was still limited in getting out of bed.

    The study room was in a mess, jade books, pens, inks and paints were all arranged in a disorderly manner.  Ding Yanshou sat behind the desk, only the top of his head was exposed, and the rest was blocked by a side of jade.

    "Master?" Ji Shenyu called, "Are you busy?"

    Ding Yanshou said: "No matter how busy you are, you have to listen to what's going on with your apprentice. Besides, you're not that busy."

    Ji Shenyu forgot the pain for a while, with a happy face, and took a while to walk to Ding Yanshou's side.  Only now did he see the piece of material, dark green jasper, square in shape, and the mountain and pines and cypresses had just finished a third.

    He asked: "Master, do you want to make a screen?"

    Ding Yanshou nodded: "How do you feel these two days? Why don't you do it with me so that you won't be bored."

    Ji Shenyu immediately rolled up his sleeves, wiped his hands and picked up a pen, and quietly took a sample picture.  When I raised my pen to draw, I remembered the purpose and said, "Master, I came to ask you to ask for leave for the teacher."

    Ding Yanshou put down his pen and picked up the phone: "I just said that you are going to be injured, please ask for a week first?"

    Ji Shen said anxiously: "No way! Whoever is healthy will be injured there, the teacher is thinking about what to do"

    Ding Yanshou looked at him: "Master's master has taught him since he was a child not to lie."

    This tongue twister confused Ji Shenyu. When he realized that Ding Yanshou had already dialed the number, he quickly grabbed the phone and hung up, and said in a low voice, "I'd better find someone else to invite you. There are so many people in the Ding family. I think it's just you."  Don't lie."

    Ding Yanshou told him to choke, and continued to paint without saying a word, just like an angry old urchin.  Standing beside him, he painted the distant mountains with idle clouds, and the pine needles on the tall branches, all in a dense and detailed way.  Ding Yanshou looked up, and couldn't help but say: "The painting is good, I can learn from Fang Xu ten percent."

    Ji Shenyu was modest: "Senior brother can draw more detailed, I am not as good as him."

    Ding Yanshou vented his nostrils: "Don't mention him, this art has high requirements, I let him learn it early, and sent him abroad for further studies, who knew that he would just waste money outside and report to other majors."

    Only then did Ji Shenyu know that Ding Hanbai had studied abroad, and asked, "What did you learn, brother?"

    "What's that calledbusiness management!" Ding Yanshou was so angry that he tapped his brush with his brush, "Just those three jade sales records are for learning business management, he thought he opened a jade department store!"

    Ding Hanbai sneezed frequently in the cultural relics bureau, guessing that someone was scolding him behind his back.  He didn't care, took out the rose seal from the small brocade-wrapped box, dipped it in red mud, and dropped it on the white paper to form a thin golden "Ding Han White Seal".

    So he was very energetic this day, and he finished compiling the cultural relics review report and stamped it; wrote the application for a certain batch of cultural relics to enter and exit the country, and stamped it; perfected the meeting draft for the declaration of cultural heritage, and stamped it; suggested that the canteen of the unit put less quail eggs in braised pork  The real name letter, stamped.

    The cinnabar red seals were stamped several times in a row, and they had to be admired after they were completed. After they were sent to the director's office, they felt relaxed and happy waiting for approval and signature.  After waiting for a day, Ding Hanbai secretly scolded Zhang Yin for his inefficiency, and it will take a few more days to deal with it.

    Until five minutes before leaving get off work, Zhang Yin finally showed his head: "Ding Hanbai, come in for me."

    Ding Hanbai was often called to the office by his teacher when he was studying, but he never thought it would be the same at work. He went in and closed the door, and asked, "Director Zhang, what can I do for you?"

    There were those documents on the table. Zhang Yin said: "What kind of seal did you stamp? Do you think you are the director of the Bureau of Cultural Relics? Take it back and reprint it, and sign it honestly."

    Ding Hanbai did not give up: "Then do you think this chapter is good?"

    Zhang Yin was inexplicable: "Isn't it just a thin gold body? Could it be that Song Huizong came back to write it for you? Delayed my get off work."

    This matter did not affect Ding Hanbai's good mood. He took his bag home and rode his bicycle slowly.  It will be September soon, and summer will come to autumn. After a few days, the autumn tiger will cool down.

    He took a shower when he got home, and when he passed by the next door, he saw that the door was open, but there was no one in the room.

    Ji Shenyu and Ding Yanshou worked together to complete the jasper screen, and the merit was complete, but the wound hurt again.  After returning to the room, he locked the door, twisted a wet towel to prepare for scrubbing, took off his shoes and went to bed, lifted up his jacket, unbuttoned his trousers and took them off a little, the movements were light and light.

    When Ding Hanbai came back from the shower, he was taken aback when he went up the steps. Why was the door locked?  Pacing out of the window, I only stretched out my index finger to push open a small crack, trying to see if anyone was there.

    In fact, how absurd, no one can lock the doorDing Hanbai leaned on the back of the chair and relaxed, and was rubbing the rose seal.  He leaned on the window sill and asked, "Brother, is the sister you met in the museum that time your girlfriend?"

    Ding Hanbai snorted, didn't know whether to admit it or deny it, he wiped it clean and said: "We've known each other since we were young, and the two families have known each other too, and they both talked about partnering up with those who were not of the right marriageable age, jokingly said that many parents took care of them.  "

    Ji Shenyu asked: "You don't like each other?"

    Ding Hanbai said: "I haven't met someone I like yet, who knows when that person will show up? But I can't keep showing up, so I'll just wait until thirty or forty, right? I'm too lazy to wait for love to come or not."

    The concept of emotion is very hazy to Ji Shenyu. He is an illegitimate child, and Ji Fangxu didn't make a good start. Now, after listening to Ding Hanbai's words, he can't make sense of it.  I just didn't want to think about it, and asked others: "Is the seal easy to use?"

    Ding Hanbai picked up the rice paper on the table and walked to the window: "It's easy to use, I've covered a lot of things recently."

    There are two lines of cursive written on the rice paper, which are actually Tagore's poems, calligraphy with foreign poems, Ji Shenyu thinks it's a little funny.  The rice paper was spread out on the window sill, and Ding Hanbai dropped the rose seal to print his name.

    Everything is fine, but accidents always happen when everything is fine.

    The clump of warm red and white roses is clustered together, and there are countless overlapping flowers, red, white, blooming or waiting to be released.  Side branches escaped, smaller than the pine needles painted by Ji Shenyu, and one branch broke when Ding Hanbai clenched it tightly.

    The remaining half of the twigs turned into rose thorns.

    This accident happened too fast, Ding Hanbai was in a daze, but Ji Shenyu reacted before him and snatched the seal back.  He had the white statement empty and asked, "What are you doing?"

    Ji Shenyu said: "I take it back, I won't give it away."

    Ding Hanbai was shocked: "You still have this?!"

    A small broken flower lay on the paper, the flower was not as thick as the tip of chopsticks, Ji Shenyu picked it up, thinking about how to fix it.  If it's too thin, it won't stick to it. At best, it will be wrapped with a thin thread, and it will become a defective product anyway.

    Ding Hanbai stretched out his big hand, threatening to repair it himself and ask him to return it.

    He said disappointedly: "You don't like it in the first place. If you can't repair it, it will hurt your hands. If it is repaired, it will be flawed. You will only dislike it more and more. Why don't you forget it."

    Ding Hanbai suddenly remembered that he said he likes cloves.

    In this spare time, Ji Shenyu left holding the rose seal.

    what is this?  He just picked up the lilac and shot himself in the foot!

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    Chapter 19 The computer on my side is unlocked, and the mobile web page is fine from the background, but it seems to be locked from the directory. I don¡¯t know what it wants orz (remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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