Since I met you, people are dying every day

At dusk, the peaceful village is shrouded in a blend of warm yellow and light pink.The rough facial contours of the man returning from the field were softened by the setting sun.During the busy season of farming in spring, the men who had worked all day carried farm tools and walked back, chatting in twos and threes.

Among the group of people wearing short clothes, a Confucian scholar in long clothes was particularly conspicuous.

The man who was laughing heartily and teasing each other with nasty jokes couldn't help lowering his voice when he saw him, "Hello, sir!" "Sir, is school already over?" If it's Pi, you just hit him!"

The voices of this group of men were rough and loud, and they talked in a hurry, even if they deliberately lowered their voices, they were still a little deafening.However, Ye Sirui has long been used to this kind of encounter every day, and answered one by one: "How is your work today?" "Just after school, Hu Zi has already gone back." Much faster than before."

Slow down your pace a little to say a few words, and when you are almost gone, all the men say goodbye in unison: "See you tomorrow, sir!" "Come to my house for dinner when you are free!" Please, my father-in-law won’t even kill a pig, so please come to my house! I’ll ask Shunzi to catch fish!”

Ye Sirui smiled and thanked them one by one, then quickened his pace and walked home.

They lived in a house on the edge of the village.The house is not big, only one entrance.The hall is also a study room. If children come to the house, they can study here.Ye Sirui and Zhou Yi lived in the main house together.Some sundries are piled up in the wing room.Although it is not big, it is solid and sturdy, and it was built by the villagers for them.There are no servants in the house, only the two of them live.Originally, Cha Ming was unwilling to leave, but Ye Sirui insisted on tearing up his contract of sale, and gave him money as the capital to open the teahouse. This kid stayed with Ye Sirui for a while, and his brain became more flexible. Seeing that the teahouse is booming.

Ye Sirui walked briskly towards the main entrance, beside which there were two red lanterns hanging. "Did Kuang'er receive a letter today?" He pushed the door open and walked towards the kitchen.

Zhou Yi was busy with his work, when he heard his voice, he turned his head and said, "No, it's the same letter from earlier, I've shown it to you a long time ago."

The two of them went to the countryside to be happy. Ye Kuang was still studying in the academy and sent letters every now and then.Nanny Wang was also kept by Ye Kuang's side by Ye Sirui. "What's delicious today?" Ye Sirui turned his head to look at it, and sighed when he saw it, "Why is it noodles?"

Zhou Yi freed one hand to rub his head, and then took out the hot noodles with a bamboo stalk.

Ye Sirui expressed reluctance, but obediently went to get the bowls and chopsticks and serve the noodles.

Living alone without servants is a severe test for Ye Sirui.For the first few days, he could only watch Zhou Yi build a fire and cook, clean the house, and even if he went to help himself, it would add to the chaos.But Zhou Yi never complained about anything.Ye Sirui felt guilty, so he deliberately went to learn, and now at least he can roll up his sleeves and do the dishes.

It was dark outside, and there were only the two of them in the room, and Zhou Yi only lit a small lamp on the table.Ye Sirui grabbed the chopsticks and slowly put them into his mouth one by one.Zhou Yi looked distressed, and said, "Tomorrow, I'll go to the market and come back with some eggs."

They lived here and suffered from the favors of the villagers, and had no livelihood, so Ye Sirui opened a private school to enlighten the children in the village.If he didn't stop repairing, the villagers often sent some necessities such as bacon, wild vegetables, eggs, oil wax, and firewood.Some of them were eaten directly, and Zhou Yi went to the market to exchange for some extra items.When he was free, Zhou Yi went to the medical center to beat up others.

They were not short of silver, but Zhou Yi didn't want to live on the gold and silver brought out from the palace for the rest of his life, so Ye Sirui followed him.

After dinner, Ye Sirui packed up the dishes, and when he returned to the hall, Zhou Yi had already lit the lamp, and sat obediently at the table to read a book.Ye Sirui still remembered their jokes in the past. When they enlightened the village children, they also enlightened Zhou Yi. Now they are studying "Book of Songs", which is the book that Ye Sirui used when he took the imperial examination.

Ye Sirui walked to the table and stood still. Zhou Yi first recited the poem he learned yesterday, then silently wrote it on the paper, and then explained the content again, very fluently.Ye Sirui was very satisfied.He knew earlier that Zhou Yi could memorize such thick medical books and prescriptions, so why is it difficult to learn this?

Today is "Xiao Rong", Ye Sirui read the whole poem as usual, and then explained to him word by word.

Xiaorong received it, and Wu Liangliang.Swimming around and driving away, Yin and Yang continued.Wen Yin is a hub, drive me Qi Yu.Words read a gentleman, warm him like jade.In its wooden house, it messes with my heart.

"Little Rong" is a song that Ye Sirui likes quite a lot, he memorizes it with shaking head, knowing every word by heart.After the explanation, he quoted the scriptures and explained to Zhou Yi: "The sage Zhu Xi talked about "Xiao Rong" in the "Book of Poems". He ordered the people of his country to go and conquer them. Therefore, the family members of the servants first praised the prosperity of the chariot and armor, and then they had their personal affairs. Covering Yi Xingshi, even a woman knows how to go to the enemy bravely and has no complaints. .'"

After he finished speaking, Zhou Yi shook his head rarely, "I don't think he's right."

Ye Sirui was taken aback, and asked him, "Why?"

Zhou Yi said slowly: "It's fine for a woman to boast about chariots, horses, and weapons, but she's worried about her husband outside, and life and death are uncertain. How can she not complain?"

"That's all. You don't have to take the imperial examination, and you don't have to blindly follow Zhu Xi's interpretation. You just need to understand it in your heart and have some insights." Ye Sirui simply sat down beside him. "What do you think it should be?"

"Speaking of a gentleman, warm him like jade. In his wooden house, it disturbs my heart." Zhou Yi looked at Ye Sirui's jade-like face under the lamp, and said this poem and read it again.At some point, his hands climbed onto the top of Ye Sirui's head, pulled out the jade hairpin, and removed the hairnet.Black hair flowed to the table and waist.

"What are you doing?" Ye Sirui asked dissatisfied.But Zhou Yi flicked the Xiu jade hairpin lightly, and said with a leisurely smile, "I know what it means to mess with my heart."

Ye Sirui was inexplicably guilty of being stared at by him, Zhou Yi handed the hairpin to his lips and kissed it lightly.Ye Sirui's face immediately burned. "what you do?"

Zhou Yi still said frankly: "Since a gentleman is like jade, and a gentleman won't let me kiss, shall I kiss Yu's head office?"

Ye Sirui's face flushed red, hot and embarrassing.Little did he know that his fair face was stained with blush, and it was even more enchanting than usual. "Who said no to kissing you?" He raised his chin deliberately imitating Zhou Yi's tone.It took a lot of effort for Zhou Yi to restrain his body's urge, and just leaned close to him and kissed him lightly.

Ye Sirui was still struggling to break free: "What are you doing..." Zhou Yi had no choice but to hug him even tighter, blocking all his arguments and rejections.

It took a long time for Zhou Yi to let go of him.Ye Sirui panted, his face was still red, and he said angrily: "Tell you the Book of Songs, what are you doing!"

"It was you who said you can kiss." Zhou Yi teased him while picking up the pen and copying the poem just now from scratch.Ye Sirui still wanted to scold him, but seeing that he had put on a serious appearance as a good student, he could only swallow his anger and act as if nothing happened.

After teaching a few poems, homework was assigned.Ye Sirui played the piano casually.These elegant things were still in the court back then, when he was young, the prince's elder brother taught him by hand, but he never picked them up after leaving the palace.

He plucked the strings casually and played a tune, and Zhou Yi picked up his flute and sang in harmony with him.The sound of the piano was passionate, Zhou Yi held the flute with one hand, and performed a sword dance with the music.The body is graceful, light and powerful, like a dragon.

While playing the piano, Ye Sirui turned his head sideways to look at the shadow on the ground.After stroking the song, he raised his head and said with a smile, "So you actually know this song."

Zhou Yi came over with a ruffian smile, and lifted his chin with the flute. "How could Feng Qiuhuang let you play solo?"

Early the next morning, Zhou Yi got up and was busy lighting the fire.Ye Sirui also got dressed and came to help him, lighting a fire to boil water.After Zhou Yi was free, he showed Ye Sirui a boxing set in the yard.

Ye Sirui glanced at him from time to time, seeing how powerful his boxing was, and asked casually, "Why don't you practice sword?" These days, he has seen Zhou Yi practice boxing, lightness kung fu, or simply practice basic kung fu with a horse stance, but the sword is very weak. Touch less.

Zhou Yi stopped, walked over to uncover the pot and prepared to serve noodles. "I was not very good at using swords. That sword belonged to my brother Xia Shu. Since I used his name, I dare not live up to his name. I had to get up every morning to practice swords in order to improve. Now that I have restored my real name, so I don’t need to be so particular about it.”

Ye Sirui was asking casually, but he didn't expect to bring up the past, seeing that his expression was the same, he was relieved, and then muttered: "Today you go to the market to exchange some rice, don't be so lazy!"

Of course Zhou Yi agreed.

After breakfast, Ye Sirui was going to teach in a private school, and Zhou Yi sent him out as usual.The rising sun shines brightly.Ye Sirui narrowed his eyes and said, "Go back! Don't you bother with daily deliveries? It's only a few steps away!" After all, he knew Zhou Yi wouldn't listen.When he came back from the capital, Zhou Yi seemed to be frightened. As long as there was nothing to do, he would stay by Ye Sirui's side and never leave.Ye Sirui occasionally talked about him, but he didn't listen or explain.Ye Sirui got used to it.It was just the day before that he had just been laughed at by Shunzi.Seeing Zhou Yi seeing him off, Shunzi held his head high and said, "Does the master still need someone to see him off? I've been walking with my father since I was four years old, and I'm used to walking the roads in the village. How about I pick him up tomorrow?"

Ye Sirui was furious, but politely declined, and by the way punished Shunzi to memorize "Teacher's Talk".

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yi stopped immediately.Ye Sirui was not used to it, and turned to look at him.Zhou Yi seemed to be thinking about something, and said slowly: "I just suddenly understood..."

"Understand what?" Ye Sirui asked.

Zhou Yi suddenly smiled. "Nothing, let's go."

Ye Sirui walked towards the private school in a daze, and Zhou Yi followed him leisurely, watching his back from afar.

A few days ago, I studied "Guofeng" and "Big Cart", which is a love poem, but Zhou Yi never understood the last line of that poem: Grain means different room, death means same acupuncture point.It is said that I do not believe it, like the sun.Ye Sirui explained to him that the meaning of this sentence is: even if they cannot live together in the same room when they are alive, they must be buried together in the same cave after death.If you don't believe me, just look at the sun.Zhou Yi never understood, what does this have to do with the sun?

But now he suddenly understood.Ye Sirui walked eastward, and the golden sunlight poured down from his head, dyeing his white robe that was blown by the wind yellow.

No matter when, where, or whatever happens, the sun always rises.

If you believe that the sun will rise every day, you should believe that I love you.