You remember son

Under the mountain in autumn, the fine snow is like a curtain.

The tall boy was standing with an umbrella, his tall and straight figure was as straight as a flagpole, he couldn't help laughing quietly when he thought of Ashu's stature which was a whole head shorter than himself.

The guard Yin Chuan asked: "My lord, we have been waiting for an hour, are we afraid we won't come?"

The tall boy raised the edge of his umbrella, looked up at the light snow all over the sky, and the red plum forest on the top of the mountain, and said with a helpless smile: "I can't help it, I have to wait, I don't have the guts to slip away."

After waiting for a while, a carriage came slowly in the distance. The windows were wrapped in thick fox fur, and the curtains were also thick. The entire interior of the carriage was steamed by the charcoal fire to give off a warm pine branch air.

The curtain of the car opened a slit, revealing a pair of clear eyes, looking at the tall boy: "Come in soon?"

The tall boy smiled helplessly, quickly put away his umbrella, and got into the car.

After getting into the car, he sat down next to A Shu, the tall boy rubbed his hands and took a deep breath, warmed himself by the fire and asked him, "It's been so long, what's the matter at home?"

"I took a nap. Is this too long for you? I waited for you for three hours that day." A Shu replied to him.

Only then did the tall boy understand, and he laughed dumbly and said, "So he came here on purpose for revenge?"

"See if you still dare to miss the appointment in the future!" Ashu kicked him lightly.

The tall boy hurriedly begged for mercy: "The young one won't dare in the future, but the elder son can spare his life quickly."

"Begging for mercy and urging to hurry up?" A Shu smiled and kicked over again: "Don't you hurry up and get out of the car, do you want to spend the winter in the car?"

The two huddled in the car for a while, then got out of the car and walked up the mountain.

After climbing to the top of the mountain, which is neither high nor short, the snow is gradually getting smaller.

Standing on the mountain and looking at it, there is a vast expanse of silver, the red plum blossoms on the mountain are in full bloom, and the branches are covered with white snow, making a great momentum.

The tall boy stretched his arms and wrapped Ashu into his cloak, and said, "Mei Xue is so beautiful! I heard that after this snowfall, there will be a Wanfa meeting in Hongguang Temple in Li Country. Will you go with me this time?"

"I'm too lazy to go so far." A Shu huddled in his cloak and remained motionless: "You usually wield knives and swords, but also study Buddhism? Isn't it a contradiction?"

"The Buddha is tolerant. Your father and I are both generals, and we have to supervise the training in the school field. How can I not learn martial arts? Fortunately, I have never killed a chicken, so I am worthy of the Buddha."

"Just dream. My father and I are all generals on the battlefield. One day, we will definitely have to take on this burden for them. Gaoque's Jiangzhong Mansion is on the border of your western Fujian. Once a war breaks out, the military order will send generals , At that time, you didn’t fight and kill people?”

"Then I won't be the future prince."

Ah Shu didn't speak, just looked into the distance, seeming to have something on his mind.

The tall boy hugged him tighter and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Ashu took a long breath, his nose was cold.

"You seem to have something you haven't told me recently..."

"You are seventeen this year. In a few years, is your father going to marry you?" A Shu said suddenly.

The tall boy was stunned for a moment, then laughed again: "You said my father, if he knew that I deliberately scared away the daughter of the Song family last time, what expression would he have?"

"Talk to you seriously!"

The tall boy was afraid that he would get angry, so he quickly stopped laughing, remained silent for a while, and said, "Ah Jin, I won't marry a wife."

"Is it because you practice Buddhism? Will you become a monk in the future?"

"I, because I...I..."

"...Jinhe, I like to watch the snow." A Shu suddenly interrupted him, wrapped his cloak tightly, and his voice seemed to be sighing: "Jinhe, every year from now on, you will come to look for me. Do I see snow?"

"If you want to see it, I'll come. It just so happens that you also accompany me to see the magnificent scenery of red plums all over the mountain?"

Song Ximing woke up, washed up, had breakfast, and came to the village again to see Hua Jin's condition.

After leaving Huajin's place, he went to the medicine house again.

"Brother Nan, last night I dreamed of those boys named Ashu and Jinhe again."

Song Ximing's feeling in his heart was also a little unclear, but he always felt that this matter might have something to do with him.

After listening to Song Ximing's narration, Nan Xun asked again: "Did you ask where the amber came from?"

"My friend said that I bought it from a shopkeeper surnamed Yin. I heard from the shopkeeper that his ancestors were officials in the western part of Zhao State. Amber was passed down from his ancestors. The family moved to Li during the war. On the other side of the country, it gradually declined, and at that time he was also in urgent need of money to buy medicine, so he had to sell it."

"Minxi?"

Nanxun searched for clues from it. The amber came from West Fujian, and the skeleton was about [-] years old... If there is any connection among them, it was from West Fujian more than [-] years ago... .There was a Mutiny War.

This clue can only be regarded as the result of forcibly pieced together, and it is almost untenable.

Nan Xun fell into deep thought again, and Song Ximing couldn't figure it out.

"How about I try to ask Ah Jin?" Song Ximing said.

"Since it's been hidden in his heart for so many years, he won't say anything." Nan Xun got up and swayed, Song Ximing hurriedly supported him, and asked, "Brother Nan, what happened recently?"

The housekeeper, He Zhong, approached the medicine hut, and asked Nan Xun, "Doctor Nan, the owner said that he wants to eat tea cakes, look..."

Nan Xun still felt that the figure in front of him was shaking a little, so he had to hold the table and sit down again, waved his hand, and said, "Replace the tea cake with egg muffin, and remove the mint in the cake."

"Okay, I'm going to order the kitchen to change it."

He Zhong went out, Nan Xun sat for a while, felt recovered, and went to Liuhe Pavilion, Song Ximing followed.

In the flower garden, the orchids are blooming, and all the flowers are half leaning on the recliner to bask in the sun, with their arms resting on the hidden pouch, and they are still reading the "Zhao Guoshi Zhi".

The maid backed away, and he tilted his head to look at the egg muffins in his hand, continued to turn the pages of the book, and said with a sneer: "It seems that the words of my master, who is always sick, are not as effective as your doctor."

Nan Xun also smiled faintly: "In the whole village, everyone is looking forward to your well-being, and the housekeeper is also the most caring person. You just recovered from your illness, how can you eat that kind of sticky food."

"I don't want to eat anything right now."

Chen An said from the side: "Doctor Nan, the owner has been anorexic all day. He just wanted to eat some kumquats."

"He hasn't eaten lunch yet, and he has a weak spleen and qi deficiency. We should give him less of that kind of food in the future." Nan Xun said to Chen An: "You ask someone to fry it with kumquat, wrinkled wrinkle and ginger."

Then he said to Hua Jin: "You accidentally caught the cold and are sick again."

He took out a piece of jade from his sleeve, put it in Hua Jin's hand, and pressed his hand on the jade, covering his abdomen.

"This is the Wen Yanyu that Master left for me. This time I went back to Zhao Country, I took it. It warms the stomach and warms the stomach. When you are cold, put it on your stomach, and it will soon ease up."

Hua Jin turned his gaze and glanced at him: "Thank you." He continued to flip through the book.

Song Ximing, watching from the sidelines, was moved by Nanxun's intentions, but also puzzled by Huajin's ruthlessness.

He found a suitable moment, sat down next to Hua Jin, and asked: "Ah Jin, I have often had some strange dreams recently, there is no reason, and they are always continuous, I want to ask you to explain it." untie?"

Hua Jin closed the book, looked at him with a serious face, but instead smiled: "I'm not Zhou Gongdan, you want me to interpret the dream?"

Song Ximing smiled and said, "You read a lot of books in your free time, why don't you explain it to me?"

"You say it."

"Recently, I have dreamed of a boy named Ashu and a boy named Jinhe."

Hua Jin's face changed, and Song Ximing continued: "What's even more strange is that I dreamed of the amber I gave you. Tell me, is this amber related to you and me in the previous life... "

"Stop talking. This dream... I can't solve it." Hua Jin interrupted.

"I thought, since I dreamed of this amber and you love it so much, do you know the story of this amber?"

"Ximing, I'm tired." Hua Jin supported the reclining chair and got up slowly, the maid hurriedly handed over the blanket, Hua Jin took it and wrapped it up, and went into the house.

At night, Huajin coughed again, and Nanxun came to see.

Seeing that Hua Jin got better after drinking the medicine, he was about to leave, but was stopped by Hua Jin again.

"Today Ximing asked me to interpret my dream and asked about my affairs, but what do you mean?" Hua Jin asked him.

Nan Xun turned to look at him: "No."

"Nan Xun, it's no good for you and me to have a deep friendship. It's no good for you to hang your heart on me."

Hua Jin took a deep breath, adjusted his breath, and continued: "I remember the first time I met you, you saved my life. At that time, I still have a little gratitude for you. In the past three years, you Keeping the agreement with my father and caring for me meticulously, I originally wanted to treat you as a friend like Ximing...but I have done something overstepping, and I can no longer expect me to treat you as before. We Now, as long as he persists until the day he comes back to life, please don't search for anything. Even if you know, what's the use of it?"

"If you don't understand the depression in your heart, I'm afraid that your illness will not be cured."

"As long as he lives, I can live."

Nan Xun turned around: "What if I can't do anything?"

Hua Jin sat up and looked at him steadfastly: "You are a disciple of Tianyi Village, and also a genius doctor, no one is more suitable for this matter than you."

Nan Xun didn't speak, just looked at him helplessly.

The eldest disciple of Tianyizhuang, Nan's genius doctor, has outstanding mana and medical skills. If Nanxun has no choice, there will be no one else in this world.But even he couldn't help it.

Nan Xun frowned and looked at Huajin, who was exhausted by all kinds of illnesses. He leaned on the pillow and was looking at himself, with clear and beautiful eyes, which seemed to have infinite vitality—because he felt that there was still There is hope, and there is concern.

But if that person can't be resurrected, is it because he doesn't want to be born again?

When all the flowers are gone, what should I do with you?How can you live for yourself?

Nan Xun suddenly felt a pain in his heart, this time he didn't answer Hua Jin again, he just turned around and went out.

The cold stars all over the sky were shut out of the carved window lattice, but they couldn't hide Kui Ye's Geng Han.

It's been a long time since the flowers were exhausted and he couldn't sleep. Nan Xun's eyes always flashed in front of his eyes when he went out. He didn't dare to ask, for fear that he would give some helpless answers.

Jinhe will definitely survive.

Hua Jin got out of bed wrapped in a thick cloak, stood in front of the window, opened the window, and the cold wind hit her face.

I am still living in the world soberly, waiting for some faint hope helplessly.

This year's snow has finally stopped, I don't know if my body can survive the next year?

Hua Jin was a little flustered, in his previous life and in his present life, he never believed in the stories of immortals, Buddhas, ghosts and gods, but this time, he was willing to convince himself that people can be resurrected.Nan Xun had promised himself that he could revive Jinhe, he would definitely be able to, he is a healer who keeps his word.

Hua Jin stopped worrying, went to take a sleep aid pill, and lay back on the couch.