The sun in the dog days of summer has just reached the top of the head, and the bluestone pavement is sticky from the sun. Even the dog under the wall sticks out its tongue and refuses to move. Lu Xu's "Xu Feng Academy" had two red-lacquered wooden doors open, and there were shouts coming from inside, which was even more lively than the cicadas chirping outside.
"Sir! Are you saying that the Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion last time was really scolded by you in sign language until he vomited blood?" The chubby little man with pigtails held up half a piece of mung bean cake that was chewed into pits. He rubbed his greasy hands on his coarse cloth jacket, his round eyes filled with admiration.
Lu Xu was squatting under the old locust tree in the yard, watering the newly planted orchids. Hearing this, the copper pot in his hand paused. The water droplets slid along the orchid leaves into the soil, leaving a small wet mark. He straightened up, patted the dust on his trouser legs, and gave a shady smile: "Little Fatty, that's not right. First of all, sign language is a tool for civilized communication, and you can't curse. Secondly, that old boy's blood is attacking his heart, and it has nothing to do with the content of my sign - the main reason is that he can't think clearly, and feels that it is embarrassing to lose to the 'dumb'."
