Dust

With the golden brilliance, most of the drawing paper was filled. Liangzi, who was dressed in a blue floral Japanese dress, sat on the railing, her eyes were agile, gentle, and peaceful, and a mischievous wind blew her hair. hair……

Ye Lan stared closely at this new work that Qi Ming had just finished, feeling very sad.

It's as if, feeling that something important to me has been taken away...

But Qiming was still unconscious, and fell into his cousin's trap:

"Did you go out with Ryoko again today?"

"Yeah, cousin." Automatically got tired of it.

"Qi Ming likes Liang Zi very much?" He asked casually.

"Yeah, she's a good girl." Leaning comfortably against her cousin, she grabbed a new candy from her pocket.

"Don't eat so much, you won't be able to eat later." He glanced at it.

"Oh" put it away sadly.

Ye Lan was calculating how to leave this place as soon as possible...

3 days later is the day of traditional celebration.

"Takemoto jumps one."

"Takemoto sings one."

People cheered.

Ryoko stood up with a flushed face and performed a Japanese song and dance.Ye Lan glanced over, Qi Ming was already in a daze, he was smiling silently, as if he was intoxicated by Liang Zi.

It rained the night after the celebration, and when woken up by the sound of the rain, he suddenly found that Qi Ming was no longer in the room, and he was startled.

He hurriedly changed his clothes and rushed out the door. The sky was dark and it was raining heavily. Occasionally, a flash of lightning flashed by, adding a bit of gloom.Ye Lan didn't pay attention to the road under his feet, he was troubled by inexplicable worries, Qi Ming, Qi Ming, where would he go?

When I met someone running, I said that something happened to Hunter's Cliff, and someone fell down.Ye Lan stopped suddenly, with his hair sticking to his forehead, he felt tired and cold: Could it be Qi Ming?The body has obviously started to tremble, and the nerves can't help thinking in this direction, but the reason jumps out to stop the fear: don't think that way, don't think that way, Qi Ming will be fine.However, the deepest emotion is sadness, Qi Ming will be fine, knowing how hopeless such a wish is...Qi Ming will be fine, but I still hope so weakly in my heart... Qi Ming will not It's all right, all that's left is whispers, he'll be all right, he'll be all right, he hasn't even heard of me, I like him...

Ye Lan was running desperately, cold and hot liquids slid down his face, damn it, it was raining heavily, he had never complained and flustered like this.

When he got closer, he realized that Qi Ming was still there, and Ye Lan couldn't help feeling ecstatic.He ran over to pull the child who was squatting on the edge of the cliff: "Qi Ming?"

no response.

Qi Ming is like a clay sculpture, dumbfounded, stupid, sitting there in a daze, already solidified.Pat, touch, body, clothes, face, hair, all wet, cool, cold.

"Qi Ming?" He called again.

"You Chinese!" It was Liangzi's parents who rushed forward.They grabbed Qi Ming's clothes, shook them violently, and then burst into tears.

The one who fell off the cliff was the girl Ryoko.

She asked Zhu Qiming to meet here. It was raining and the road was slippery. Liangzi lost his balance and fell off the cliff. When Zhu Qiming came later, he only saw the fragments of Liangzi's clothes and a clog on the edge of the cliff.

"Have you heard the legend of Hunter's Cliff?" Ryoko asked.

"Why, is there still a legend about Hunter Cliff?" Zhu Qiming asked while drawing.

"Ah, yes, and quite charming."

"Really?" Zhu Qiming stopped his brush with interest.

"Legend, there used to be a hunter..."

"It is said that there used to be a hunter who fell in love with a princess. They overcame all kinds of difficulties and finally could live together under this cliff. However, one day, the princess fell ill, so the hunter said that I would fly up to find medicine for you. So the princess looked up every day, waiting and waiting, but the hunter never came back..."

Ye Lan frowned and read the text written by Qi Ming, finally unable to let go, feeling powerless.Ten days have passed since Liangzi's funeral, but Qiming was in a trance, and he never wrote anything except this word——Ye Lan hated herself for not protecting Qiming well and letting him experience such helplessness , pain, and cruelty.

Now, what should I do with him?

7. Brothers turn against each other

Ye Lan can't understand this cousin more and more. Qi Ming is still the same as three years ago, but he has grown a little taller and his stature has elongated a little. Youthfulness and liveliness.And since the death of Liangzi, the ethereal and desolate temperament that Qiming cultivated in the monastery in his childhood has gradually become stronger, even in a flash. Sometimes Ye Lan can find the kind of compassion in Qiming's eyes. look.He really doesn't understand.

Liangzi's death was an accident, but it was a huge blow to Qiming, his eyes were empty, and he sat in the room meditating and chanting scriptures.The servants asked him to eat and drink tea but he didn't listen, and later Ye Lan went by herself, but was shocked to see that expression.

Transparent black eyes.

There is everything and nothing exists.

Xiao Haizhen came to visit, and he didn't know what he said, but he actually convinced Qiming that he could stay and study.

Ye Lan had no choice but to agree - such a cousin, the person he brought back to him, but he couldn't find his heart.

In the past three years, how many ridiculous things Qiming has done!

Get drunk, fight, make trouble, publish academic journals, poetry clubs, art galleries, newspapers...

Every time I come back, I can hear the stories of Yi Luokang, and watch Qi Ming come and go in a hurry, running around.It's gratifying and distressing, but more worrying: Qiming him, in this turbulent era, does he really know what he is doing? !

Still running around, all kinds of activities, talking about classmates, comrades, colleagues are extremely excited, almost dying for the newspaper...

Sometimes, Ye Lan didn't see him even when she came over for three to five days.

Still has a flustered personality, but the amount of money given to him always seems to be not enough, and he is asked to write out the account book, but the more he looks at it, the more angry he gets:

Red bean cake

Cassock

Osmanthus cake

……

……

It seems that only these things are seen.

Qiming's two pockets seemed to have taken root, no matter how much sugar he had, he couldn't get enough of it.

Now, this little cousin, who was eating candy, was telling him about the thrilling experience of assassinating a government official last time - he was almost caught by the police, it was really dangerous.

Ye Lan sighed. He knew what his cousin and his friends were doing. These young people saw the humiliation of the motherland and the rise of Japan. Comparing with the Zhizhi Reform and Reform Movement of [-], there was always dissatisfaction.They hope to change the status quo of the motherland through their own strength, some are engaged in politics or medicine, some simply participated in the revolution, and even Xiao Haizhen thinks that the most important thing to transform the motherland is to transform people's hearts, and advocates starting from the promotion of literature and art, Qi Ming Just to be with him and draw political satires for our "New" magazine.

It's not that Ye Lan doesn't understand or disagree with these.He himself has received a new-style education, and he can be regarded as an enlightened person, but after all, he is older than him, after all, he has spent more years outside than them, and he knows how difficult many things are. He envies the vitality of young people, But they don't agree with their fierceness and recklessness—for example, cousin Zhu Qiming, who prefers pistols the most.Such a Qiming, how can there be the shadow of the child in the woodshed?

Qi Ming approached Ye Lan this time mainly for the magazine's funding.

Everyone is a student, and some have official fees, but the first official fee is 5 yuan, which is not much at first, and second, my own tuition fees are a big expense.Save the rest, and not much.What's more, Qi Ming never cared about money like this?

When I ran out of money, I wanted to ask my cousin for some.

Not for the first time.

But this time, Ye Lan firmly said: "No." He said: "Qi Ming, don't do such a thing."

"Cousin, today's China..." Qi Ming said fiercely.

"Okay." Ye Lan hugged her head with a headache, and said, "Forget it this time, there won't be a next time."

What he cares about is not money, he just cares if Qi Ming understands what he is doing?

Qiming still got into trouble.

A caricature of a man in power being hunted down.

He still found Ye Lan first, holding the small black pistol, he called: "Cousin"

Ye Lan was flustered and powerless.He felt that one day he would die at the hands of this cousin.

Even though he escaped the catastrophe, the family business was still affected.It's just that the family sent a word, saying that Qi Ming was ashamed, and this descendant would be abandoned.There are small photos in the newspaper, yellow and black, which is not pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at it.

It's not that Ye Lan didn't work hard, he euphemistically told Qi Ming the difficulties his actions might bring to the family—but Qi Ming looked at him in surprise, as if he was hurt: "Cousin! You Or is it Chinese?"

Ye Lan was also angry: "I'm not Chinese? Okay, you are not allowed to take my non-Chinese money from now on!"

Qi Ming turned around and left.

Even if it was a break, Ye Lan regretted it - although he didn't think he was wrong, but after sending Qian Qiming, he never saw him again.

This farewell is eight years.

8. Autumn Sound Banshu

8 years, more than 2800 days, what is the concept?

But for more than 2000 days, Ye Lan did not see Zhu Qiming again.

The outside situation is getting more and more chaotic, but the Ye family's business is getting bigger and bigger. Ye Lan is married, and his wife is the daughter of a scholar in the old days. The aunt's surname is Liu, and her nickname is Hui Niang. From a young lady.

This concubine has a pretty face and knows poetry quite well, but it's just that the war