Goddess of Art Transformation Project

Chapter 380

"Chuanjie, you don't have to guard today. Tomorrow morning, go and fish a three-jin big bass from the pond outside Xiyuan. Yanyan likes to eat it."

When Wang Chuanjie heard Kong Lao's order, he responded: "Old chief, then I will go down first, and I will help the old chief close the window when it is dark."

Wang Chuanjie has been Kong Lao’s bodyguard for more than ten years, knowing that Kong Lao is most afraid of heat, but Kong Lao does not like to turn on the air conditioner, but likes the wind outside the window to blow in naturally. So the wind is not strong, but the breeze in autumn is not small, and it can also be mixed with a few wisps of jujube, which is refreshing.

After Wang Chuanjie left Kong Lao's room, Kong Lao sat on the chair for a long time before he stood up hunched over, supporting Lao Limu's crutches.

But after standing up, the back straightened immediately, as if it had never been bent before, and Kong Lao’s pace was a little staggering. After three days of great sorrow and joy, Kong Lao was really exhausted, but Kong Lao was not even half sleepy at the moment. .

Kong Lao staggered but resolutely walked to the cabinet, and opened the cabinet that had been used for many years. This cabinet was not an old item, but was made of ordinary willow wood. Even if it was placed in an ordinary house, this kind of cabinet would have been outdated long ago. No need, the willow cabinet is spotless, although its paint is peeling off and worn out.

Kong Lao's hand just touched the cabinet door, and he paused for a moment, as if he couldn't bear to open it, and he seemed to be silently saying hello to the things in the cabinet. After a while, Kong Lao opened the old cabinet.

I saw that there were almost half of the reading notes in the cabinet. The cover of the rubber book was still as clean as new, but the paper inside had already turned yellow.

Kong Lao did not look through these reading notes, although these reading notes were written by Kong Lao in half his life, stroke by stroke, Kong Lao picked up a wooden box on the top of the cabinet. It is covered with scratches, and there is a piece of black one. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that it has been burned by the fire. This wooden box is carefully held by Kong Lao at this moment, and the years seem to be reversed all of a sudden, returning to that era .

Kong Lao carefully took the badly damaged and dark box, carefully placed it on the table, and then took a bottle of wine in a white glass bottle from the shelf next to it. Only half of the bottle remained after volatilization. This kind of wine was the wine that Kong Lao used to drink at that time. Although there was only half of the wine in the bottle after decades, the moment Kong Lao opened the bottle, the wine was gone. The fragrance flowed out, and the smell alone knew that the wine was quite strong.

Kong Lao picked up a glass wine cup and filled it for himself, but he didn't drink it, but caressed the wooden box affectionately.

Kong Lao carefully opened the dilapidated wooden box, and saw a small cylindrical stone pillar inside. One side of the small stone pillar was a little black. If an old Chinese doctor came over, this small stone pillar would be able to tell at a glance that it was a pestle for pounding medicine. , the pestle turned black, obviously because I don't know how many herbs have been pounded. The green color of the medicinal mud has been infested by the stone pestle for a long time, and it seeped into the inside of the stone pestle, dyeing one end of the stone pestle black. The black is black and shiny, but in a sense it is also black and holy, because this shiny black has exchanged so much redness of life.

On the other side of the stone pestle was a small amount of blackened hair, but this hair was not black and shiny, but rather rough, which showed that the nutritional status of the owner of this hair was not very good before.

Kong Lao looked at the always serious mouth with this hair and showed a silly smile, which was full of love and reminiscence.

Mr. Kong carefully held this handful of hair, which was somewhat rough but was carefully tied together, in his hand, and stroked it gently. If there is a shadow of time, maybe at this moment, Mr. Kong's hand, which has been passing through Jinnian, may be loving Caress on the head of the owner of this hair.

After looking at this strand of hair quietly for a long time, Kong Lao suddenly made a sound. The voice was not sad, but only longing and the happiness that seemed to exist just because of longing.

"Ayin, I haven't told you what happened in the past two months, and I dare not tell you. I was afraid that you would be sad if you found out. explain."

Kong Lao said in a calm and soft voice. At this moment, Kong Lao is not at all like the majestic old man in the past. After talking for a long time, Kong Lao patiently finished the story, but although the story was finished, no one responded. But Kong Lao didn't care, he just continued to caress the lock of hair in his hand lovingly.

Although the smile on Muran Kong's mouth was still hanging on the corner of his mouth, there was a trace of sadness mixed in at this moment, but it disappeared in an instant.

"Ayin, when you left, you said that I was not allowed to be sad. I always smiled every time I saw you over the years, but I really miss you too much."

Suddenly, Kong Lao picked up a pair of scissors from the table, and Kong Lao cut off a strand of some gray hair on his head, and put it together with this strand of blue hair. Kong Lao said softly to this strand of blue hair.

"You buried your bones in the mud of the spring, and I left the world with my head full of snow. Ah Yin, I'm old, and I don't have a few years to live. Maybe I will pass away when I am an old man, so I will cut off my hair first to accompany you." You, when I see you again today, I always feel as if I have returned to the time when I read and wrote when I was young, and when you made medicine and decocted medicine, I really can't go back again."

"Ayin, you don't like me drinking. I haven't touched half a drop for decades. I'm so happy that Yanyan is back today. I'll make an exception just once, just once!"

Mr. Kong was rambling on, maybe what Mr. Kong said in the past few months is not as much as today. The guy who was addicted to alcohol has not drunk a drop for decades now, because of a sentence back then , And this strand of huafa chasing the blue silk may be the obsession of Kong Lao in this life.

Kong Lao carefully twisted the strands of white hair and strands of blue hair together, put them into the old box, and held it in his hands like a treasure.

The autumn wind outside the window is a little anxious at the moment, but it blows into Kong Lao’s room, but it is more and more gentle, with the aroma of jujube flowers. Bring this ray of coolness with the aroma of jujube flowers.

At this moment, with white hair and black hair, the fragrance of jujube and wine, everything is just right.

Kong Lao sat alone in the house, drinking cup after cup of wine. I don’t know how much he drank. When the old guard Wang Chuanjie came in, he found that Mr. Kong was already leaning on the back of his chair and snoring, holding his most precious wooden box in his hand.

The wooden box was tightly held by Kong Lao in his hand, and Wang Chuanjie didn't know what was in the wooden box.

　I wish you all a happy New Year's Day and all the best in the new year.Belated New Year's greetings.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)