Chapter 3155

But this time, when the tiger came out, he didn't have the prepared pastry in his mouth.

"Today, we arranged a lot of delicious food for the celebration of the Academy. I was too full to eat pastry."

See ye Lingfeng surprised looking at him, tiger son scratched after scratching head, smile way.

Ye Lingfeng nodded slightly, did not say anything, but casually threw the scroll into the brazier and burned it into a pile of ashes.

The light of the fire is not clear, reflecting tiger's face, making his eyes constantly changing, such as thinking about something.

After the scroll was lit, after a while, the tiger went over the wall and left.

Since that day, Huzi has appeared in the courtyard less and less. Every time he comes back, he makes some small changes.

These changes are not only reflected in his clothes, but also in his bearing.

That simple and honest boy, now he has a kind of sharp breath, and there is a kind of arrogance in his eyes.

Not only that, every time he returned to the alley, his back would straighten up involuntarily. Although he was not tall, he was used to looking down at the people around him, for example, everyone was at his feet.

The only thing that kept him respectful was Ye Lingfeng, his father who was lame and his mother who was blind.

And different from the past, although he would occasionally jump into Ye Lingfeng's yard and watch ye Lingfeng paint, he did not help Ye Lingfeng carry the brazier or eat the pastry that ye Lingfeng had already prepared.

At the beginning, he explained that he ate too much in the Academy, but later, he didn't even explain.

And when ye Lingfeng is eating pastry, ye Lingfeng sees it with his own eyes and shows some disdain in tiger's eyes.

This kind of look makes Ye Lingfeng understand why Huzi is like this. I'm afraid it's not because he's too full in the Academy, but because now he feels that the food of pastry is too coarse, and it's not what he should eat when he's surrounded by stars in the Academy.

All these changes, ye Lingfeng see in the eyes, but from beginning to end, a word did not mention, just indifferent to observe the changes of tiger.

And ye Lingfeng gradually no longer burned those paintings, but kept them, folded them into a thick stack, put them into a wooden box, and then threw them into a corner of the warehouse, leaving them to dust.

Winter goes to spring, spring goes to summer solstice. After several seasons, ye Lingfeng can't remember how long Huzi hasn't come back to chaimipu or the house next door.

In this case, it's like Huzi has disappeared from the alley. In other words, there has never been a child like Huzi in the alley. Everyone's impression of him is just a dream.

On a quiet summer night, there was a rainstorm. In the rainstorm, ye Lingfeng heard a sound in the yard. But he did not get up, just quietly lying in bed, let the sound continue. When it was daybreak, ye Lingfeng found that the gate of the chaimi shop had been broken, and the warehouse had been opened. He lost some gold and silver, as well as several boxes.

When the people in the alley found out this, they all scolded the thief. They said that even a good man like boss Mu would steal it. The thief must have a black heart and rotten heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney, otherwise he would not be able to do such a thing.

But Lingzi's parents don't dare to look at each other's eyes. At night, tiger's lame father came, put down a pile of gold and silver in front of Ye Lingfeng, knelt down, kowtowed to him and left.

Ye Lingfeng didn't speak, but he just restrained the gold and silver. Last night, he knew that the man who stole his own things was Huzi. No one but him would have such a footstep. What's more, what he lost was not only gold and silver, but also boxes of paintings he drew based on his memory. No one knows where to put these things except tiger.

Apart from tiger, no one knows the value of these paintings, and no thief will be interested in the paper.

After more than a month, Huzi finally appeared in the sight of the people in the alley. This time, in addition to Huzi, there was a pretty middle-aged monk. The middle-aged monk was dressed in a black robe, carrying a long sword, and his behavior had the air of a superior, which gave people a strong sense of oppression.

After entering the alley, Huzi took the middle-aged monk and went into the chaimi shop of Ye Lingfeng.

"This Taoist friend, did you make all the paintings that Huzi took to the mountain gate to defeat his disciples of the same age?" After entering the room, the middle-aged friar looked up and down at Ye Lingfeng, then looked at him and asked in a deep voice.

Ye Lingfeng did not pay attention to the middle-aged friar, but quietly looked at the tiger. Huzi just looked at him, then lowered his head in shame. He didn't dare to look at him at all, and hid behind the middle-aged monk.

"Without my paper sword, you can't pass the selection. I've changed your life for you. If you want these words, ask me for them. Why do you want to steal them in the middle of the night and make a scene of robbery? "

After a long time, ye Lingfeng looked at the tiger with his head down and asked him."I want to be stronger! I'm not only going to change my life, I'm going to be the most powerful one among my classmates! " Huzi raised his head, staring at Ye Lingfeng, and said in a loud voice that his once clear eyes, though still sharp, had become a little dirty.

Ye Lingfeng said with a light smile: "do you forget what I said to you in the past that talent is not the most important thing. The most important thing is a person's perseverance and belief. If both of them are tough enough, they may not be able to make up for the lack of talent."

"It's too bitter for me to accept!" Huzi stubbornly shook his head and continued: "and it's too slow!"

"No matter how many paintings there are, they will run out. If I don't paint any more, what should you do?" Ye Lingfeng looked at Hu Zi and said with a smile.

A word export, tiger son Leng in there, some at a loss, he did not think of such a long-term problem.

"If you don't paint any more, I'll force you to do it!" At this time, the middle-aged friar who followed Hu Zi said coldly.

Hu Zi's paintings shocked the whole academy and made him the strongest one of the young generation in the Academy.

At the beginning, Huzi covered up the paintings so well that no one found them. He just used the prestige of the paintings to frighten the younger generation of his disciples. That kind of pressure, easy disciples can't even take a move, and they are defeated immediately.

Later, the middle-aged monk found the clue. After many times of investigation, he finally found the strangeness of Huzi and found the pictures. The scroll of that painting deeply shocked the middle-aged monk.