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A few days later, a group of friends started to either travel or retreat, and each other stopped, and Luo Zijun took the child to buy some things.

The child grows up fast, and the phone watch worn on the young man's bones is already a bit ridiculous. Luo Zijun bought him a mobile phone like a decent one; In the blink of an eye, the boy who looks like this has already reached Luo Zijun's chest. Teacher Luo no longer needs to bend down to hug the child as before, but can hold Du Chengyi in his arms by bending slightly.Only then can Luo Zijun feel that the days are rolling forward and changing.

Otherwise, life is so good that he always has the feeling that if he keeps going like this, he will have the illusion of being old forever.

It is very quiet in the winter afternoon, so quiet that it makes people a little sleepy.

There is pear soup stewed in the stewing pot in the kitchen, which Dudu stole from Xu Chen before. The weather is dry recently, and the indoor heating has made the situation worse. Swallow it whole.The child felt distressed when he saw it, so he made soup for him in different ways, like doing homework every day, and he was not allowed to sleep until he finished drinking.

After three or five days, Luo Zijun felt that his ulcer had improved a lot, and his stomach was full of tension every day, and he could hear the sound of water when he walked up and shook it twice.

Ducheng Yi nested on the sofa reading a book, his eyelids drooped after reading for a while, and he fell into Luo Zijun's arms. Teacher Luo took advantage of the situation and put him down on his knees, and pulled a blanket to cover his head and feet Get up, stroke his hair like a cat, it is smooth and soft, it feels so good.

There was a pot of tea in his hand, and the copy that Zhuang Shihuai gave him was in his hand. Luo Zijun glanced at it roughly, and the stack of papers was almost full of diaries, and there were a few days in the middle. see.

In short, most of the records in the diary are about some daily life in the old house.

The owner of the dealer is named Zhuang Baibu.Baibu is a single medicinal material in traditional Chinese medicine. It is said in "Medicinal Fu" that Baibu can cure lung heat and relieve cough.

It is written in the manuscript that Zhuang Baibu likes to tend some flowers and plants in the garden, and there are many wintersweets planted on the wall of the front yard. It seems that for someone's hobby, he specially sent someone to buy them from other places.The ginkgo biloba in the middle of the yard and the jujube tree in the backyard were also added later, as well as some scattered herbs.

The flowers and plants in a yard are difficult to take care of, so the young master hired a special master to take care of them, but the effect seems to be unsatisfactory. Fortunately, there is a "Mr. Jiang" who comes to help take care of them regularly. His hands are more dexterous than the young master, and no heart is more gentle than Mr. Jiang."

Mr. Jiang, when he read this, the dimpled beauty in his dream with long hair behind his head and who liked to sit barefoot on a jujube tree suddenly appeared in Luo Zijun's mind.

June 26

When the soil is moist and hot, and it rains heavily.

The weather was extremely hot, and Mr. Jiang came to visit frequently recently. The young master simply ordered me to clean up a room for him to live here. The young master was afraid that he would be hot, so he made a wooden fan and poured cold water from the well in the front yard. Draw it up and blow it into the yard, dissipating a lot of heat.

The husband likes to eat dates and melons, so the young master asked us to soak them in well water and cut them open, and served them to him. The husband was happy to eat, so he taught the young master to use well water for divination.

It's a pity that we are stupid as servants and can't learn it. I think the young master should know it.

the third day of july

An autumn rain and a cold.

The young master ordered us to prepare more thick gowns for Mr. Jiang, and the big fur jacket that the emperor rewarded last year should be taken out earlier and sent to Mr. Jiang.My husband has always been cold, and every autumn his hands and feet are cold. No Western remedies or health-preserving decoctions are effective. Only by covering him with a hot bag can he be warm, so the young master is the first to give orders every year.

No wonder I often see the young master holding Mr. Jiang's hand in his arms.

July [-]

There is alms on the street today, the young master took Mr. Jiang to worship the ancestors in the afternoon, and he will release the river lanterns in the evening.

The river lantern was prepared by the young master himself, and he made it for several days.He said that if one day he also became a ghost, he would bring a river lantern to find Mr. Jiang to be reincarnated.After listening to Mr. Jiang, he scolded him, and I heard him say, "I won't transfer it to you, you just pestered me together."

Instead, the young master smiled happily, hugged him and kissed him.

It's counterintuitive for a man to be so intimate with a man, but the young master and Mr. Jiang seem surprisingly harmonious.

seventh day of august

This year Bailu arrived early, but the three seasons didn't come together.

The young master went to the palace early in the morning to receive the reward.The princes and lords from all walks of life came to pay a visit to the mansion, and the gifts of people coming and going were all brought in cars. As in previous years, there was no shortage of anything in the house. The young master didn't want it, so I asked Mr. Jiang to pick out a few things that were pleasing to the eye. Go play, and we will share the rest.

Putting on his unlined clothes, Mr. Jiang sat at the gate of the courtyard for a long time and said that if the wild geese did not return to the south, they might be separated.

He was very sad when he said it, but I guess he will be well again as soon as the young master comes back.

September 26

Paraquat is gone in autumn, and the weather is getting colder and colder. When you get up early, you can see frost flowers in the yard, and the ginkgo trees have fallen all over the ground.

Before the young master came back from the capital, Mr. Jiang sat in the courtyard for a while every day, played a few games of chess and then left. I followed the young master's previous instructions and prepared the fox fur and the hand stove for him. know what to do.

Mr. Jiang didn't talk to us either, and left after staying for a while.

If he didn't say anything, he wouldn't ask if he was a servant.

October [-]

When Lidong arrives, the water starts to freeze and the ground starts to get cold.

It's time for the young master to return after attending the winter ceremony. Mr. Jiang's mood has improved a lot these days, probably yesterday, the young master sent someone to send a few cold clothes newly rewarded by the palace, as well as some precious medicinal materials and a letter. I believe that those medicines are tonics for invigorating blood and nourishing Qi, the visitor said out of breath, fortunately there was no delay, otherwise he would be punished severely.

Mr. Jiang smiled happily after hearing this, and rewarded him with a lot of silver taels.

In the evening, the mansion cooked dumplings to eat, and my husband ate a big bowl for the first time.

the third day of november

As soon as the young master came back, he took Mr. Jiang out and did not return for a whole day.

In the middle of the night, the two seemed to be lingering in the yard for a long time. I heard a voice and lit a lamp to see. Mr. Jiang's face was as red as a candle, and his mouth was still a little swollen.

I asked him, sir, is he eating spicy food, do you want me to bring some water?

Mr. Jiang didn't reply to my words, but gave the young master a hard look. The young master smiled like the cat in the house who likes to steal fish.

I think the young master probably took the husband to eat spicy food, and the husband was angry with him.

the seventh day of November

The young master has recently started to lock himself in his room to think about things. I brought the food to the door, and he put it down after two bites. If things go on like this, everyone is worried that he will not be able to bear it.

ninth day of november

Mr. Jiang came and dragged the young master out of the house. He is really powerful. He is such a gentle person, but his words are full of weight when he speaks. Our young master is not afraid of anything, and he listens to him alone.

November [-]

Today, the young master is in a particularly good mood. He changed his clothes early in the morning and said he was going out to meet people. He also asked me for a brocade box, most likely to hold the things he worked on two days ago.

So happy, I'm afraid I still have to go to Mr. Jiang.

November 23

A few unknown people came to the mansion early in the morning and called the young master away.

In a hurry, the young master's complexion was very bad.

The diaries in the next few articles were written less and less, and the words were a bit messy, and finally stopped before the twelfth month of the lunar calendar, and the continuous articles were broken. Luo Zijun flipped through the remaining few pages of paper and found that the writer's handwriting on these papers Juanxiu, I can still feel the gentleness and elegance of the owner after hundreds of years, and the owner of the diary is obviously not the same person, it is a letter left by that year.

Hundreds

Yesterday was the first snowfall, and I spent the night in the courtyard, so I made wine and warmed tea, and drank a few cups, just to see you off.

If I become snow and fall on your shoulders, will I be able to die with you?

I know you hate me, so it's okay, if you hate me, you can remember me.

In fact, I want to feed you medicine, dig out your heart, liver and soul and seal it forever, so that you can't see anyone or go anywhere, and I'm the only one day and night.

I don't want you to get married, and I don't want you to have children, but I can only do crooked ways, and I can't get half of your blood.

If today is a peaceful and prosperous age, if you don’t marry, you won’t marry, but the world is waiting for you, the people are waiting for you, you are their hope, great rivers and mountains need to be guarded, these secrets you locked in the room , If the secrets hidden in your blood go to waste, then I will be a sinner through the ages.

There are a few more wintersweet blooms on the wall. I'll fold one and send it to someone. You keep it safe. Every time the first string is played, you will sing the big song and the moonlight and miss me all night, okay?

If there is an afterlife, we will be fishing, woodcutters, plowing, reading, watching birds and listening to fish, not caring about world affairs, just being a couple of gods and immortals, and I will definitely come to find you again.

Ziling

Baibu, Zhuang Baibu, and Ziling are probably Jiang Ziling.

The words in the diary turned into scenes and flashed quickly in Luo Zijun's mind, as if those lingering and intertwined past friendships were all about him.

In the blink of an eye, tears were falling on the letter, and Luo Zijun didn't even notice it.

The child didn't know when he woke up, and quietly put his head on his lap and looked at him, his eyes were full of tenderness.

Luo Zijun wiped his face with watery hands.

"Don't cry." The child said, reaching out to catch a drop of Uncle Luo's tear.