Brother please respect yourself

Chapter One Hundred and Four

The green bamboo swayed slightly, and the gentle breeze wrinkled the clear water of the lake, bringing an elegant lotus fragrance.

In the hexagonal pavilion, the incense burns in the censer, Bi Songya puts both hands on the guqin, lightly plucks the strings, and occasionally touches the strings.

After dialing the last note, he turned his head to look at the young man behind the piano case on the other side, and said in a light voice, "Do you remember?"

The boy was seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in white clothes embroidered with golden lotuses, with black and bright black silk like a crow's feather tied behind his head, his handsome and elegant eyebrows still had the peculiar greenness of a teenager, and he was lowering his head and fiddled with it at the moment. Qin Xian, hearing Bi Songya's question, felt slightly dazed between his brows, then nodded in agreement: "I remember."

Bi Songya frowned slightly, and said lightly: "Then play it for me."

Hearing this, the young man hesitated for a while, then pursed his lips, his eyes narrowed, as if he had made a life-and-death decision, he raised his hand on the strings, and lifted the strings with his fingertips.

Dang lang lang—dang lang lang lang—chirp chirp—chick chirp! ——

Bi Songya's shoulders shook violently, and she quickly raised her hands to cover her ears, but the teeth-stinging voice, like a door being smashed or a sword rubbing against each other, was still heard incessantly, making people dizzy Upset and irritable.

His handsome face twitched, and the calm and calm look of the past was long gone. He couldn't bear it and shouted: "Stop! Enough! Stop it!"

Damn it!

With the final sound as if a heavy object fell to the ground, the young man finally stopped his hands, raised his eyes to see the unbearable expression on Gu Bi Songya's face, pursed his lips, a flash of shame flashed in his eyes, and hung his head in silence.

Bi Songya rubbed her battered ears, shook her dizzy head, and murmured: "Ran'er is not good at chess, but his paintings are outstanding, and Yu's rhythm is even better. Why do you Up to now, even Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu can't tell the difference... Such stupidity, is it really inherited from that person..."

Hearing that Bi Songya had made a slip of the tongue, the young man's heart moved, but he remembered his own name, and immediately suppressed the thought of speaking.

Bi Songya came back to her senses, and saw him sitting quietly, with lowered eyes and closed eyes, with a somewhat frosty demeanor, but his appearance was very similar to that person, and she felt displeased immediately.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, flicked his wide sleeves lightly, and said coldly: "Although there are not many members of my Misty sect, all of them are amazing talents who are proficient in various skills. I beg you to be proficient in the four arts, just understand a little bit, but you..."

The words were not finished, but they were enough to make the young man feel ashamed, lowered his head even lower, and did not dare to speak.

Seeing the young man's embarrassment, Bi Songya couldn't bear to criticize him more, but she was still angry and angry, and she sighed that the rotten wood can't be carved.

From the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of the Mingge sword leaning on the pavilion pillar behind the young man, Bi Songya's eyes softened and sank, she shook her head and said, "Forget it, your swordsmanship has improved rapidly over the past ten years, but your rhythm has not improved at all. I'm also tired of your magic voice piercing your ears day after day, so forget it."

The boy's eyes flickered, and there was a flash of joy. After touching Bi Songya's gaze, he immediately restrained himself a little, and lowered his eyes and said, "It's Mo Wen who is so talented and blunt. Uncle is bothered."

Seeing the young man with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, with a bit of his mother's elegant and well-behaved attitude, Bi Songya's eyes warmed up, and her cold complexion softened a little, she waved her hands and said, "It's okay. I know you have always loved swordsmanship, I have thoroughly studied many classics in Shudian Pavilion. There are still a few swordsmanship classics in my study that have been collected for many years, you can read them all, and ask me if you have any questions."

Although the mood is indifferent, the boy is young after all, after hearing this, he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes, he suddenly got up and said: "Thank you, uncle."

Bi Songya nodded flatly, took the jade flute that never left her body, and left the pavilion, leaving only one sentence: "Although you don't need to learn the rhythm, you don't need to indulge in swordsmanship all day long, and don't slack off other homework. I There is a drawer of red bean cakes steamed in the kitchen, go and call your mother."

Hearing the last words, the boy's eyes lit up, and seeing Bi Songya go away, he reached out to take the Mingge sword from one side, turned around and went to look for his mother, secretly hoping that his mother would draw the curtain and get two pieces of cake .

Before he had taken two steps, a tall figure in black clothes appeared in front of him. The young man walked quickly, bowed and saluted, "Grandfather."

Si You nodded, with his usual expressionless face, and said in a deep voice: "I will leave Misty Peak immediately, and the return date is uncertain, and you should inform your mother and uncle."

"Mo Wen remembered it." The young man nodded respectfully, but doubts suddenly arose in his heart.

If someone comes in or out of Misty Peak, everyone living in it will feel it.Even if Grandpa left without warning, both mother and uncle would be aware of it immediately. Grandpa didn't tell me when he left the previous two times, and neither did mother and uncle, but I don't know why he was asked to inform this time. ?

That's all, since the elders ordered, just obey.

Over the years, apart from his mother and uncle Bi Songya, Grandpa Shi and Aunt Yan would often leave Misty Peak with unknown whereabouts and no return date.

In his memory, Grandpa Shi left twice, but it took many years before he came back. Aunt Yan would come back every two or three months, sometimes accompanied by a red-haired man named Chonglou, who came back every two to three months. The next time I come, I have to fight my uncle.

I don't know what kind of situation is outside that attracts them so much?

From childhood to adulthood, although he often left Misty Peak to play in the sea outside, he only wandered in the sea and rarely went ashore.It's not without interest, it's just that my uncle doesn't allow it, and although my mother didn't say anything, her expression is quite disapproving.He didn't want to disobey his mother and uncle, so he never went ashore.

"Don't ask," seeing the young man agreeing, but Si You did not move away. He only looked up and down at the young man who was only two points like the little apprentice in front of him. After looking at him so uncomfortable, Fang said in a deep voice: "You ...but would like to know who your father is?"

father? !

The young man was stunned, as if a stone was thrown into a calm lake in his heart, and after a slight ripple, he immediately returned to calm, without any more waves.

His eyelids drooped, and he was silent for a long while. Fang spoke softly, but he never answered directly: "When I was young, Mo Wen read the books and knew that there should be a father and a mother in life, so that there can be a son. Don't ask your mother. Who is Mo Wen's father?" Who, mother was terrified and lost her soul, so Mo Wen didn't dare to ask mother. Later, Mo Wen went to ask his uncle, but his uncle was furious and forbade Mo Wen to ask again, and even named Mo Wen as a warning... Later, Mo Wen I will not ask any more."

Si You looked straight into his eyes like a sword, and said in a deep voice, "Do you dare not, or do you not want to?"

"Both." The young man pursed his lips, nodded earnestly after thinking for a moment, raised his eyelids slightly, his eyes were clearly sharp and aggressive, but looked extremely calm and peaceful, "Mo Wen was born with precocious wisdom, and now he still vaguely remembers it." What kind of dangers did the mother go through to give birth to Mo Wen? She nourished her soul with her spirit and raised her fetus with flesh and blood. Mo Wen always remembered the hardships and never dared to bear them. Afterwards, his uncle taught him earnestly for 18 years. Caring, like a teacher like a father, Mo Wen dare not forget each other. The kindness of life and nourishment is greater than the sky, mother and uncle are the most precious and important people in Mo Wen's life. He never left, but his biological father never appeared, and the way mother and uncle mentioned Mo Wen's biological father must be because Mo Wen's father felt sorry for his mother. If so, why should Mo Wen think too much he?"

After a pause, he continued: "The son never speaks of his father's faults, Mo Wen doesn't want to feel resentment towards his biological father, and he will not deliberately seek to understand the past of his mother and his biological father, but if one day they meet by chance, Mo Wen will be happy." You must ask all these clearly, and never let your mother be wronged for nothing!"

When he said the last sentence, his expression was serious, and his eyes were determined.

"Good boy." Si You raised his hand and patted his head, paused, and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, this day will come."

"Ah?" Mo Wen raised his head in confusion, and was about to ask clearly, but saw Si You's black clothes flickered, and he had drifted away, a faint light flashed in the distance, and no one was seen.

Knowing that Si You might be in the sea of ​​the outside world at this moment, and could not catch up, Mo Wen stopped thinking about it, shook his head and turned to look for his mother.

After turning around a few promenades, the back door is the back mountain. From a distance, you can see a gurgling spring, one of which is a white lotus blooming quietly, with round lotus leaves floating on the water. The fragrance of the lotus is so elegant and moving. .

Mo Wen stood by the spring, bent down and stretched out his hand to sprinkle a spray of water on the white lotus petals, and said loudly: "Mother, don't sleep anymore, uncle made red bean cakes and told you to go back and eat."

The white lotus trembled, trembling its delicate lotus petals, its flower disc shrunk, its branches stretched, and it turned into a girl in white, with a sleepy look between her brows.Lips like cherry petals, eyes like stars and moons, elegant and exquisite, a silver petal pattern at the end of the left eye adds to the bewilderment, only two feet still look like dark plant roots, firmly grasping the soil at the bottom of the spring.

"Didn't my uncle tell my mother not to fall asleep outside? Although there is no one in Misty Peak, it's not good after all. Let uncle know that you should be punished and not allowed to eat sweets." Mo Wen sighed helplessly , reaching out to her.

"Little glutinous rice balls..." Shuangran saw the person in front of her clearly, covered her mouth and yawned delicately, pulled out the rhizome rooted in the spring water, turned into white and thin feet, and took Mo Wen's hand to go ashore, "Senior brother won't You know, Xiaotangyuan, don’t tell him.”

"When did I complain to my uncle?" Looking at his mother who was more innocent than himself, Mo Wen shook his head helplessly, "Mother, let's go back earlier, otherwise the red bean cake will be cold."

The clothes on Shuangran's body are all made of crocodile silk, so they won't get wet in the water, so there is no need to change them.Thinking of the red bean cake made by Bi Songya herself, both mother and son salivated, and they took each other to the front hall to find Bi Songya.

The author has something to say: How do you feel about such swollen lotus buds?Sound madness makes senior brother very distressed~