Jun Yong Mosheng

Not long after Xu Mosheng left, Shen Junlan came to her room. Ying'er was still tidying up the house. Shen Junlan knocked on the door lightly, "Sir, are you here? Miss, she just went to the ancestral hall. Are you looking for her?"

"I'm here to look for you." Shen Junlan replied lightly, and entered the house. She looked around Mo Sheng's room, a red lacquered willow bed, a set of carved chests of drawers, a dressing table, and a handful of Jiuxiao rings under the window. Pei Qin.From the day she came to Xu's house, Mo Sheng's room has been decorated like this, and he presumably is also a nostalgic person, but the room lacks a little liveliness that a girl should have.

"Mister looking for me?" Ying'er was a little confused.

"Well, there is a matter of procrastination. Mo Sheng was punished for three days. In these two days, when she went to worship in the ancestral hall, Ying'er, you can go to Lianzhu Garden to clean up for her. In this way, she won't have to work so hard on the second day. I only eat one meal, because I am afraid that she will be too tired to bear it. Be careful when you go, and don't let the master know." Shen Junlan is as careful as dust, but she will do everything she cares about and plans one by one.

"Oh, okay, Mr. Shen, don't worry, Ying'er will follow through. It's because you are careful, and Ying'er is negligent. You are the only one in Xu's mansion who knows Miss best and loves Miss." Yinger said with emotion.

Shen Junlan did not respond to Yinger's flattery, turned around and left after explaining, walked outside the house as if thinking of something, turned back and said, "Spring is here, the flowers outside are blooming, pick some flowers every morning and put them in the lady's room Seeing that Yinger nodded foolishly, Shen Junlan left.

The Xu family's ancestral hall is full of incense and candles. Although the ancestral hall is small, it enshrines the ranks of the Xu family's ancestors and a row of yellow satin futons in front of the confession.After Xu Mosheng came in, he respectfully burnt incense, then brushed off his clothes and knelt down, kowtowed three times to the ancestral ranking, knelt down under the table, and silently recited the names on the ranking one by one.

When he read the last ranking, Xu Jingping, Mo Sheng's heart skipped a beat. His grandparents were still alive, but his father had already passed away. He didn't even know what Xu Jingping looked like.When Xu Jingping passed away, she was still a baby.

She thought about it more than once, what would it be like if her father was still there, would he treat her as harshly as grandpa?Still pampering myself like a grandma.Dad will teach her how to read and write, and he will also teach her how to practice swords and ride horses.

When Feng Sanniang looked at Mo Sheng wearing men's clothes, she often fell into deep memories, and would always say unconsciously, "Mo looks really like Jingping." Dress up heroically, then look at yourself in the mirror, imagining what your father looks like. "Father practices martial arts, he should be very strong, Kong Wu, and he must be suave, otherwise, mother has read all the men in the world, but she only falls in love with father, a man."

Thinking in his heart, Mo Sheng subconsciously yelled "Father" towards the memorial tablet. If his father was still there, perhaps grandpa would not always be sullen and angry. Xu's mansion must be much more lively if parents are always by his side. , even if grandpa punishes her physically, her father will protect her and shelter her from the wind and rain.

Thinking of this, Xu Mosheng felt a little sad, his eyes suddenly became moist, and a few lines of hot tears were left behind. Looking at the light of the candle, it made people feel distressed.

In the distance, a man in white clothes stopped not far from the ancestral hall, looked at the thin body kneeling in the ancestral hall, and felt a little nervous, she understood the loneliness of the kneeling person, at this moment she wanted to hold her in her arms, and give her more Some warmth, comfort each other.

The man in white took out a jade flute with white ears and purple bamboo from his sleeve, and slowly raised it to his mouth.

The sound of the flute at night, with the man in white's open heart and infinite thoughts, slowly spread in Xu's mansion, and slowly floated into the ancestral hall.

Xu Mosheng heard the sound of the flute not far away. This sound of the flute is so familiar. For the past three years, whenever she was upset, sad, or unwilling to study, the sound of the flute would come to her to soothe her mood. And only Shen Junlan could play this soothing flute.

Mo Sheng knew that it was Mr. Shen who had come, so he looked at her not far away. She quickly raised her sleeves to wipe off the tears on her face, for fear of being discovered.

Although Mo Sheng wiped his tears quickly, Shen Junlan still saw her. Looking at the back, her flute stopped for a while and changed to "Never Lost, Never Forgotten".

Xu Mosheng, who was kneeling, straightened his back unconsciously, no longer thinking about anything in his mind, but closed his eyes accompanied by the sound of the flute.

An hour passed, and after three or four pieces were played, the sound of the flute gradually faded away.Xu Mosheng knew that Shen Junlan had left. Although she didn't go up to talk to her, the sound of the flute was enough to accompany her, and the time for kneeling was not so long. For a while, she seemed to fall asleep on her knees.

It was getting late, and Mo Sheng went back to his room.

On the second day, Mo Sheng still went to work on time. She obviously felt that the Lianzhu Garden was much cleaner than yesterday, and she was also a little puzzled, thinking that the garden she had tended was different and more elegant than before.

But she didn't expect this to be a pain for Ying'er.

After sunset, Xu Mosheng went to the ancestral hall to be punished by kneeling, and the sound of Shen Junlan's flute sounded not far away on time.The two masters and apprentices are affectionate but speechless.

On the third day, it began to rain outside. The spring rain in the south was lingering and long, moistening things silently.

Because of the rain, Xu Mosheng could be lazy and work for half a day, thinking that the rain was really timely.But punishment cannot be escaped, so Xu Yuanzhi sent a message to his servant, ordering her to go to the study to copy Mencius's "Li Lou".

In the evening, Mo Sheng went to the ancestral hall as usual. The weather was not yet warm enough, coupled with the rain and wind, the ancestral hall looked even colder.After offering incense and offering sacrifices, Xu Mosheng felt a sudden chill as soon as he knelt down, and regretted not adding more clothes.

On a rainy night, the familiar sound of the flute did not sound again, "Sir, I'm afraid you won't come tonight." Mo Sheng thought to himself, but he didn't complain at all.

Just half an hour later, Mo Sheng felt that the ground was very cold, and when the wind blew, the drizzle was blown into the house, and her back was a little damp and felt very cold.I thought to myself that Yinger, a girl, knew that she was wearing thin clothes, so she didn't say to come over to add some clothes to the master. Maybe she was used to the servants casually, and she still couldn't count on it at critical moments.

Xu Mosheng was blaming Yinger for being inconsiderate in his heart, when he heard the sound of someone walking on the wet ground outside the door, and when he got closer, he could hear the patter of rain hitting the oiled paper umbrella, Mo Sheng thought that he was not in vain at ordinary times. I hurt this maid.

The man put away the umbrella at the door, came forward, wrapped Mo Sheng in a thick shawl, and Mo Sheng felt warm.

"Ying'er, you don't come again..." Xu Mosheng turned around and blamed.

Turning her head abruptly, she bumped into Shen Junlan, who was squatting halfway behind her, helping her adjust her cloak, "Mr...." Mo Sheng said softly in surprise.

Their faces were very close, their eyes intertwined, and Shen Junlan was also defenseless. Seeing that Mo Sheng was blushing, Shen Junlan nodded, and tucked a strand of her hair that was wet by the rain behind her ears with her hands.

She lowered her head and helped Mo Sheng tie the ribbon of his cloak.It seemed that he had never been so close to his husband. Under the candlelight, Xu Mosheng looked at Shen Junlan's face clearly, and could smell the faint orchid fragrance on her body. Shen Junlan's every move had a special charm, which made Mosheng lose his mind.

Shen Junlan is different from 14-year-old Yong'er and Feng Sanniang who is nearly forty years old. She has the unique charm of women in her early twenties, and the ups and downs of the past have made Shen Junlan more mature than her actual age. "Mr. So beautiful." Xu Mosheng didn't hold back, and said something shyly.

After hearing this, Shen Junlan smiled slightly, got up and went to burn a stick of incense in front of the case, then came back and knelt beside Xu Mosheng.

The two of them knelt side by side, facing the Xu family's ancestral tablet.

Shen Junlan spoke first, "Are you still angry about being a teacher?"

"No, I thought Mr. wouldn't be here tonight..." Mo Sheng replied.

"I told you that I will be punished with you, why didn't you come? You have been punished these two days, do you know what you did wrong?" Shen Junlan changed her tone.

"Wrong... yes, Mo Sheng shouldn't have contradicted his grandfather and master, and shouldn't have said nonsense." That's all Xu Mosheng could think of.

"Why did Mo Sheng learn the piano?" Shen Junlan continued to ask.

"Uh..." asked suddenly, and Xu Mosheng was momentarily at a loss for words, "Mo Sheng listened to his grandfather's teachings since he was a child, and learned silk and bamboo instrumental music to cultivate himself. When he was young, he thought it was hard labor, but as he grew up, he gradually fell in love with playing the piano and flute. When talking, the sound of music can convey my mood. After the teacher came, he systematically sorted out the music theory for the students, and now it is more accessible."

"Then do you know why you learn piano as a teacher?" Shen Junlan continued to ask.

"It's the same as Mo Sheng because I like it." He replied.

"I don't like it." Shen Junlan said firmly.

Mo Sheng was speechless for a moment. In her heart, Shen Junlan was the person who loved piano and music the most in the world.

"I don't withdraw the violin for no reason. As a woman, I don't need to tie myself to the violin. I also learned the art at the order of my parents. Although I can play the violin well, this skill has also brought me disaster." Shen Junlan fell into a trap. Remembering the memory she least wanted to recall, her brows were furrowed.

Xu Mosheng knew that Shen Junlan had a tragic fate. She was not from Wangshan, but she came to Xu's family to seek refuge. However, no one has ever mentioned what happened to her. Only Xu Yuanzhi and Xu Yuanzhi in Wangshan City knew what happened. Shen Junlan herself.

"But fortunately, I have come out. During the most difficult and dark times in my life, this piano gave me hope. If I didn't have this skill, I might have already fallen into a foreign country, and I wouldn't be your master." Shen Junlan said Come on.

"Now Mr. Su of the Academy is willing to let me pass on this ritual and music to others. This is my cultivation, and I have no reason to refuse. I have been with you, Mo Sheng, as a teacher and as a friend for three years. You do have a rare talent, but Teaching you skills is second, knowing how to use musical instruments to express your emotions, adding fun to your life, driving away distracting thoughts, and letting me learn to get along with you better is the original intention of being a teacher."

Xu Mosheng stared at Shen Junlan, she had never heard her master tell her these things, and she only knew in her heart that "a gentleman is close to the piano, and this is also the etiquette."

"That day you said that you didn't want to learn the piano again. I know what you said was angry. In fact, I felt sad as a teacher. This piano made you and I have a fate to meet and know each other. If you abandon it and me What's the difference?" Shen Junlan's voice weakened when she reached this point.

At this moment, in Xu Mosheng's eyes, Shen Junlan is no longer the master she worships all day long, but an ordinary girl who has been wronged. She knows that her words and deeds have hurt the people in front of her. She wants to apologize to her and tell her that she has never thought about it. to abandon her.There were unprecedented ripples in Mo Sheng's heart.

"Sir, I... the student is wrong. The student has never thought of it that way. I assure you, the ancestors are the ancestors, and Mo Sheng will always be with Qin Se in this life, and will not make him sad again." Went to hold Shen Junlan's hand, raised one hand to swear to the ancestors, his eyes were firm.

After finishing speaking, Xu Mosheng turned around and looked at Shen Junlan. It turned out that the husband missed him so much, and his face was full of sincere affection.

Shen Junlan felt a little warm in her heart. No one had ever sworn for her like Mo Sheng. In this solemn ancestral hall, the two of them knelt together, holding one hand and the other. From the outsiders' eyes, it seemed as if they had made a private decision for life.

"Let's go back. It's cold tonight. I'm afraid you won't be able to take it any later. You just need to understand what it means to be a teacher, and don't let your uncle live up to your expectations. Go and admit your mistake tomorrow." She returned her hand, her fair skin was a little flushed because of the force she held, and she took advantage of the situation to help Mo Sheng up.

Xu Mosheng got up and shook off the cloak, and carefully hugged Shen Junlan into the cloak, "Sir, it's raining and cold, I'll take you back to your room first." Shen Junlan didn't make a sound, and leaned her body into Mo Sheng's arms to express her acquiescence.

Mo Sheng held up the umbrella with one hand, and opened the cloak with the other. He wanted to put his hands on his husband's shoulders, but after thinking about it, he didn't dare, so the two walked into the rainy night together.