[DotA2] Holy Sword

Chapter 38 Chain Armor

No.30 Eight Battles Chain Mail

The room is still filled with the pleasant smell of sandalwood, coupled with the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the bookshelves and walls, the whole room exudes a strong bookish atmosphere.

Grandpa took the paperweight out of the box and put it on a pile of rice paper on the table.He gently put the rubbings into the bookcase with glass, and said that he would build a wooden box for this book the next day.

Afterwards, grandpa introduced his book collection to Yan Che, and Yan Che was obviously a knowledgeable one, and the two of them almost became close friends.The rise of the chat, but also high-spirited to write big characters.

An Rong and naturally began to grind ink happily - after all, since last year, they had another dream of grinding ink for Yan Che.

Not long after, when Yan Che said "I'm making a fool of myself" with the delicate brush, An Rongyu was shocked and witty took out his phone and recorded every scene of the other party's writing.

"Not bad, not bad! The stippling is neat and straight, and the bones are strong. This willow body is almost fake." Grandpa looked at the wet ink and marveled repeatedly.

"You're absurd. I'm ashamed to play an ax in front of you." Yan Che nodded and smiled with a humble expression.

An Rong, who had been left on the sidelines since entering the room, looked at the two of them with bewildered faces, and felt as if they had gone to the wrong set.

Maybe it was because the game wasn't fun enough, but grandpa expressed that he wanted to draw a picture, and hoped that Yan Che could inscribe a few words later.

So the two of them went ahead.First, he quietly watched the painting of wintersweet and Aoxue drawn by his grandfather for a few hours, and then Yan Che practiced on the rice paper several times, "The sharp edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold." These two sentences were written in the blank space.

Grandpa stamped the seal as usual, and Yan Che actually took out a seal from his pocket, An Rongyu looked at it in a daze, but he didn't expect Yan Che to be so well prepared, as if he had expected to wave a brush with his grandpa.

The masterpiece was finally finished, An Rong and his mind turned around, walked to Grandpa, and said, "Grandpa, can you give me this painting? I want to frame it and hang it in my room."

Grandpa laughed boldly, then said that of course he was fine, and asked Yan Che for his opinion, after all, there was also his calligraphy on it.

Yan Che's answer was naturally yes, so grandpa rolled up the scroll first, and when he was about to put it into a cylinder, he turned his head and said, "Well, I'll send it to you after I finish it. I'll pick one Fitting frame for this painting."

This is naturally the best, let alone that I don't know how to frame paintings, even the practitioners don't know where to look for them.All problems can be avoided by letting the experienced grandpa do it for him, but it will be hard for him.

If it were An Rongyu from before, he wouldn't dare to think that he would just sit in one place and watch the person in front of him draw and write. But when the object of observation was Yan Che, he only felt that the time was too short to even look at it. not enough.

The afternoon passed quickly, and An's mother came up to invite everyone to dinner, and also enjoyed the joint masterpiece of the old and the young by the way.Like An Rongyu, they are not people who know how to paint, and the only evaluation they can give is "the painting is too good".

As a professional chef, making a few home-cooked dishes is obviously not a big deal for Anfu.He used local materials and made a table full of dishes. Considering that there were only five people, the portion of each dish was relatively small, so that he could taste more flavors.

"Hmph, it's just okay for cooking." Grandpa tasted a few mouthfuls of dishes, and still whispered sullenly.

"Thank you dad, eat more if you like." Father An said with a smile.

"Little Che, you can pick yourself up, don't be polite." Grandpa changed his tone instantly, looking at Yan Che with love for his grandchildren in his eyes.

"Okay, Uncle An's food is so delicious, how can I not eat a few more bites." Yan Che replied.

Not long after the banquet, An Rongyu suddenly felt unbearable abdominal pain, so he had to put down his chopsticks and go to the toilet to solve his personal problems.Ten minutes later, when he returned to the table, he suddenly found that there were a few more bottles of wine on the table.

It was what my grandfather brought after he left, including white wine, red wine, and homemade bayberry wine.At this time, I don't know how much the three big men drank, but Yan Che's performance was as usual, but the crimson on his face could not be hidden.

An Rongyu panicked, seeing that Yan Che still wanted to drink, he walked over and snatched his glass, and said, "Brother, you can't drink any more."

Before Yan Che could reply, Grandpa said: "We just had a few drinks in such a small cup, it's fine. Men, drinking will inevitably happen at work in the future, so let's take it as a preview."

I glanced at the cup in my grandfather's hand, it was the kind of pocket cup used to drink white wine.But the bottle of old cellar on the table is close to 60 degrees. With Yan Che's drinking capacity, let alone several glasses, it is estimated that one sip is enough.I don't know how he drank the wine with a spicy throat during the ten minutes since he went to the bathroom.

Then Yan Che personally answered his questions.I saw him respectfully raised the small wine glass with both hands, touched it lightly with grandpa's wine glass, then raised his head and poured the little wine into it, then retracted his neck and squinted his eyes, looking like a Like a boy who secretly drank baijiu for the first time, with the blushing of his cheeks, he was really soft and tender.

After finishing the drink, Yan Che said to An Rongyu, "Grandpa and I are good friends when we drink wine."

Hearing that he was speaking quite briskly, An Rongyu knew that he hadn't recovered from his alcohol.But right now, it can't be delayed for too long. If he gets drunk in front of his family, with his temperament, after he wakes up tomorrow, he might never contact him again.

It was the first time An Rongyu spoke angrily in front of his family, "Grandpa, don't let brother drink alcohol, he is not in good health, and his stomach hurts after drinking alcohol."

Except for Yan Che, the expressions of the other three people changed. Grandpa frowned and said, "Xiao Che, you should have told me sooner if you have a bad stomach. Grandpa is not an unreasonable person." Then he went to remove Yan Che's glass, " I have also tasted this wine, and those of us who write and read poetry don’t need this fine wine to cheer us up, it’s also good to enjoy the flowers and the moon.”

Yan Che nodded, and said, "You're right, smoking and alcohol have passed through your intestines, and your sorrows and joys will not diminish."

An Rongyu didn't expect his nonsense to be so effective, his grandfather put away all the three bottles of good wine, and the family continued to eat happily.I don't know if Yan Che is really not drunk. He chatted speculatively with his grandfather, and he has a clear understanding of the 5000-year-old calligraphy art in China.

The language and characters of the conversation between the two are becoming more and more retro. When changing clothes, it is almost like acting in a costume drama.The other three listened seriously, as if they were being baptized by popular science by literary and art workers.

Yan Che naturally knew that An Rong and his family knew about his family's situation, otherwise it would be impossible to force him to come to celebrate the New Year with him.So in the process of chatting with my grandfather, I also revealed some things about myself without any concealment.

It is said that Yan Che's ancestors practiced prose for generations, and there was a magistrate in the Qing Dynasty.His great-grandfather also practiced calligraphy and painting since he was a child, and he has a lot of research on Yan style, so he participated in the restoration of many Yan Zhenqing's works when he was young.

It's a pity that my grandfather was not influenced by my great-grandfather. In his own words, he was "a countryman". In that turbulent era, he was proud of it.Yan's father is the second son in the family. Because he was born prematurely, he was weak when he was born, which caused his grandfather to give him to someone in the village who wanted a son but couldn't.

However, at Yanfu's hundred-day banquet, the family put a bunch of things for him to grab, and he picked up a brush from his great-grandfather, so the great-grandfather refused to give away Yanfu no matter what, he patted the table and said He brings it himself.

Later, under the influence of his great-grandfather, Yanfu also became a calligraphy lover and studied Chinese painting at the same time.After several years of careful care, my body has also improved.Coupled with his talent and intelligence, he was always at the top of his class when he was studying, and later he was admitted to the Chinese major of Shang'an Normal University.

It was logical for Yan Che to practice calligraphy from an early age under the influence of his father, but he chose the Liu style that he liked more than the Yan style inherited from his family.

Everyone sighed. Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer young people who are willing to learn traditional Chinese culture. Even festivals are loved by those from the West.Such a time-consuming and labor-intensive hobby that does not bring real benefits will not be the first choice for parents to give their children.

An Rongyu stayed by Yan Che's side for another half an hour, but luckily the other party still looked sober.The food was almost finished, so he quickly took up the conversation, expressing that he would take Yan Che out for a stroll.

After the three elders gave a few words of advice, An Rongyu hurriedly put a coat on Yan Che, and dragged him out.

The neighborhood here is already the suburbs, except for the fields and trees, there are occasional cars speeding past in the distance, bringing bursts of whistling sounds, mixed with occasional chirping sounds, making people who come from the city feel as if they have passed away.

It's not that there are no other residents around, it's just that they are far apart and have no chance to communicate with each other.Looking around, the field of vision is blocked by trees. Turning in from a narrow dirt road next to the entrance and exit driveway, after passing through a forest that blocks the sky and the sun, it suddenly becomes clear that there is a stretch of grass in front of it.

In the evening when there is no square dance, everything around is quiet and peaceful.The flowers, birds, insects, and animals are all quiet, except for the cold wind in winter, which blows the grass and shakes the trees.The men walking on the country trail unconsciously tightened their skirts.

Yan Che was doing everything as usual, but the pink color on his face told that he had indeed drunk just now.

"Brother, how many drinks did you have just now?" An Rongyu asked deliberately after studying Yan Che's drinking capacity.

"Hmm... I tasted one glass of red wine, three glasses of bayberry wine, and five glasses of white wine." Yan Che thought thoughtfully, "Yangmei wine tastes better."

Seeing how he counted so clearly, isn't he still drunk?But it is said that it is easier to get drunk when mixed with wine?

The thoughtful young man pinched his chin and thought, Yan Che must have been drunk since he hiccupped last time, but occasionally he was able to say very serious words.But that time, after all, they drank several bottles of beer. Judging from the quantity, it was definitely much more than this time.

What's more, the alcohol content is extremely high. With his drinking capacity, it is logically impossible for him to last five glasses.It seems that you can't tell the difference just by hiccups.

"Brother, do you like drinking?" An Rongyu tried again.

"I like...but I don't like it." Yan Che didn't look sideways, "After drinking, I can think of many things that I wouldn't normally dare to think about. However, I always have double images when I look at things."

"Brother, then this road..." An Rongyu gasped.

If it was true what Yan Che said, taking him out for a walk now would be a very dangerous thing.Country roads are no better than concrete roads in cities. There are bumps and bumps everywhere, and if you don’t pay attention, you will trip over the roots and stones under your feet.

"Let's go back." An Rongyu pulled Yan Che to go back.

"No, I don't want to go back now. You can walk with me again." Yan Che's tone changed from his usual gentle and indifferent tone, which actually provoked a bit of childish coquettishness.

"How much is this?" An Rongyu stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of Yan Che's eyes.

"Don't move." Yan Che suddenly grabbed his hand, "It made me dizzy."

The footsteps of the two stopped at the same time, Yan Che pushed aside the two slender fingers, stroked the calluses on the knuckles of the middle finger, and said, "You really worked hard, you didn't do it before."

An Rong and the one who was touched by him swallowed wildly, only feeling a burst of heat in his body.Although he knew something would happen if he continued like this, he couldn't bear to pull out his fingers.

Yan Che opened his hand, then covered his left hand, and compared them with fixed eyes.After a while, he snorted childishly and said, "It's older than me."

He was still drunk - An Rongyu was secretly delighted, and suddenly wanted to tease him.So he rolled his left hand into a soft fist, wrapped it with his own hand, and said, "Brother, my hand is bigger than yours."

Yan Che blushed, opened it angrily, and wrapped An Rongyu's hand with his own, but he couldn't wrap it completely.Finally, he murmured: "It was so small and so cute before."

before?how long ago?No matter how I look at myself two years ago, I definitely can't talk about being small and cute, right?

An Ronghe felt as if he had grasped something, but it was too ethereal, slipping away through his fingers in an instant like a cloud of smoke.Suddenly remembered the last time Yan Che said that he met him in his junior year, which should have been the second year of junior high school. If he had to say it, he might be called "cute".

"Brother, when did I become cute?" Right now, it's better to test it directly.

"It should be when you were in the second year of junior high school." Yan Che looked up at the sky, his out-of-focus eyes obviously told that he was drunk, "You were not so tall at that time, you looked small, and your face was full of youthfulness. Stupid, so cute."

Before he knew it, Yan Che's tone became sweet and his speech was slow.The corner of his mouth curled up in a nice arc, as if he was describing his most cherished item.

An Rong and his mind exploded in an instant, and he searched through his memory, but still couldn't find any impression, and was about to ask, when Yan Che suddenly frowned, with tears in his eyes, as if he was about to cry in a second.

He rushed to Yan Che in three steps at a time, but he suddenly broke the embankment, big and big tears slipped down like transparent glass beads, "Where did you go, I've been looking for you for a long time."

This sentence was spoken intermittently, choking and sobbing.After finishing speaking, Yan Che sat down on the ground, crying like a child who lost a treasure.

An Rongyu was stunned, looking at the tearful pear blossoms on the ground with rain, he suddenly lost his mind.

Yan Che acted like no one was around, his eyes turned red from crying, his long eyelashes trembled in the wind, and he muttered a few words indistinctly: "Where did you go", "I've been looking for you for a long time", " I thought I'd never see you again."

The doubtful young man squatted beside the tearful man, his eyes full of distress.The cold winter wind is icy and biting, mercilessly taking away the temperature of people.

The man's face was red, his eyes were red, and the tip of his nose was even redder. It was unclear whether he was crying or freezing.

An Rong and his mind went blank, all the mysteries and lovesickness accumulated in his heart disappeared without a trace, and now he only had one thought: Can't let Yan Che cry like this anymore, it's freezing cold, sitting on the dry grass will catch cold.

He rubbed his hands first, then wiped away the small cascade of tears that were dripping warmly on his cold face.After that, while warming that delicate face with his hands, he whispered: "Brother, don't cry. When you cry, my heart feels like it's being cut, every knife."

The man in front of him still didn't respond, he was still crying to himself, and let out a sob from time to time.

Probably because the end of the year is approaching, and I feel hurt, homesick, and miss my parents.

An Rong and thought to himself, he really didn't know whether it was good or bad for him to forcefully pull the other party over.Seeing Yan Che trembling in the cold wind, he didn't have the slightest intention of leaving.

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