sound of wind and rain

Two years later, in a private school in the suburbs of Yongzhou.In the hot midsummer, the cicadas sing for a long time.

After noon, the master fell asleep, and a brave urchin secretly pinned a newly blooming peony on the head of the master.Another secretly took the ruler from the table.The child was secretly smiling, and Yu Mengxi was sleeping soundly with Mrs. Zhu in his arms. Startled by the sound, he opened his eyes in a daze.Seeing the children laughing at him, touching his face and scratching the back of his head, the children are not afraid of him, knowing that his wife has a good heart except sometimes his mouth is a bit poisonous , Even if you are angry, you are reluctant to fight.The master class is very good. Every time after the main class, the master often tells them some interesting things. The monsters in "Shan Hai Jing" and the ghosts and gods in "Lie Yi Zhuan" are their favorites.

When I first returned to Yongzhou, I went to see my brothers and sisters, and all the family properties were confiscated.The second sister has been married for many years, and the elder brother also left Yongzhou last year to make a living.Settling down in the suburbs of this city, every festival, sticking incense sticks on the graves of parents, and doing some filial piety for brothers and sisters.After the defeat of the Luo family army, the four counties were ceded to Quan Rong, and the world seems to be more stable.There is still no news about Qi Chen and the others in the capital, and Lu Yun seems to have remarried.

The income of the private school is good. In the past two years, with a group of children, the time has been happy and ordinary.Who would have expected that Yu Jiasaburo back then would now be a teacher dressed in coarse cloth.

Just after class today, and just about to go home after packing up, a child ran over in panic and pointed at the door and shouted, "Master, there is someone lying at the door... I am afraid he is going to die." A man with disheveled hair and ragged clothes Lying on the ground, he exhaled more air than inhaled, and looked very painful.

With just one glance, it was recognized that this person was Han Yuchao, the loyal protector of the country who was granted a posthumous title by the Holy Majesty last year.

He sneered, "Aren't you still dead? You all go home quickly." Seeing that the boys had dispersed, he also patted his legs and went home.

Tomorrow is a regular holiday, with one day off every ten days, so I don't have to get up early, and I feel happy.

When I was in bed, I finished washing and washing, and I was on my way to the market to buy breakfast, but there was a person sitting at the door.He turned sideways, ignored it, and walked forward.

"Mengxi." She couldn't help but call him, no one turned her head, and the walking figure didn't stop at all.

He found it all the way from the capital.

The food and grass were robbed that day, and they disguised themselves as ordinary soldiers. Although they were enslaved, they escaped death.He lived with the army in the grasslands of the northwest, and was selected as a slave head because of his flexibility. When he was out looking for water half a year ago, he encountered a tea-selling camel team and finally got a chance to let him return to the capital.Over the past few days, he has realized that the matter of grain and grass being robbed is not that simple.He marched extremely fast, and was extremely careful how he would be so easily exposed.There must be traitors in the DPRK, or collusion of interests.When the emperor appointed him as an imperial envoy to send food, he also thought it was a great favor, but later he realized that this march and battle is not a favor, if it is successful, it is only a few rewards, if it is defeated, it will be cut off Lu Xiang's wings, and he will fight .He is obsessed with power and even uses unscrupulous means because he wants to be a superior man, to control the power of the world, to be an official in the Qing Dynasty, to be upright and upright to the public, and to govern the people without wrongdoing.But the imperial court had already given him the posthumous title of Lord Zhonglie Huguo, all kinds of scheming were in vain, the blue clouds had fallen, and the emperor's power was ashamed.Lu Yun's remarriage is also expected. She is the best at weighing the pros and cons, seeking the pros and avoiding the disadvantages, and completely giving up when encountering obstacles. They are very similar in that.

In the daily heavy hard work of dog soldiers as slaves.Unexpectedly, he often thought of Yu Mengxi, the last time he saw him that day, he came to warm up the wine with a lamp, and looked at him with a wicked smile.At that time, all she wanted was to avenge her parents, and she always deliberately ignored that person's heartbreak and determination. She deceived him and hurt him deeply, but she knew that she couldn't bear to part with this person.He used to rely on himself so obediently.He's so nice to himself that he doesn't have any temper.Thinking of the kindness of that person, he deliberately made himself miserable, but now he doesn't even want to look at him.

My heart burns.

Yu Mengxi wandered outside for a long time, and only returned after sunset.Sure enough, Han Yuchao was still waiting outside the room, and casually threw a sesame seed cake to the waiting person, as if dismissing a dog. "Eat, let's go."

He actually considered himself a beggar.

I have done everything along the way, helping people move goods, running errands and delivering wine.Holding the biscuits, Han Yuchao felt sore, and now it was his turn to beg him.

"What's the matter? One is not enough? I'll give you all." He handed all the biscuits in front of him.

"Mengxi, I'm sorry."

Yu Mengxi laughed and said, "I'm just a poor teacher and I don't remember where I offended Mr. Han. If there is anything, please forgive me."

"Mengxi, all these years...it's my fault, I just... want to tell you...talk." This Mengxi who was laughing at each other was something he didn't expect. Han Yuchao was very anxious and stuttered.

"Oh, is it? Now that the words have been said, my lord can go."

Mengxi backhanded to close the door.The body suddenly fell in front of him, Han Yuchao was really dizzy, and he didn't eat for a whole day.He kicked the body that fell to the ground, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.Millet porridge was cooking on the stove.After mixing some sugar water and feeding some, the man fell asleep.His hair was half covered, but Yu Mengxi still saw that his right cheek had been tortured with ink.He wanted to brush back his loose hair and take a closer look, but he retracted his fingertips and turned to look after the porridge in the pot.

The next morning, Han Yuchao disappeared.Yu Mengxi didn't care about these things when he was going to a private school.

After school, go to the restaurant at the end of the market for dinner as usual.

The hibiscus meat and sauced trotters here are very delicious, especially the sauced trotters. There are only two in a plate.

Just entering the store and sitting firmly, Yu Mengxi was taken aback by the waiter who came.

What kind of crazy is this man smoking? Instead of being his first-rank censor, he came to this countryside to work as a waiter.

I didn't dine in as usual, I only ordered a plate of pig's trotters, a serving of hibiscus tofu, and three liang of small wine, and packed it away.

"If you ask about immortality, there is a clear breeze and bright moon, with songs and wine." After nightfall, Mengxi poured himself a drink, and casually tuned a lyre that was slightly out of tune.

Suddenly heard a burst of mournful music, which was different from the clear and clear flute sound, and not like the calm and rich sound of the flute.In this dark night, it was unusually desolate and melancholy.

The sound was very close, and he came out with a lamp.

He could only see the figure in the night under the lights.Dressed in Tsing Yi, half of his forehead hair covered the right side of his face.

The music stopped, "Mengxi, are you here? I know you hate me, so I dare not bother you, the waiter is full of food and shelter, and I can earn some money."

Yu Mengxi felt that she had nothing to say to him, so she turned around and prepared to go back.

"Mengxi, this song is called "Folding Willow", does it sound nice? It's a Qiang flute from outside the Great Wall, made of animal bones, a friend gave it to me,"

He didn't want to answer, but stopped in his footsteps.

"Mengxi, I miss you very much."

He heard it, but what crossed his heart was a sense of humiliation. With a mocking smile on his lips, he walked home without saying a word.