Rivers and Lakes Records

Mrs. Lu did not take Lu Mingtong to the cemetery, but to the Lu family mourning hall.

Lu Yuanshan's ranking was rightly placed at the top. After entering, Lu Mingtong knelt down without saying a word, gave him a kowtow, and offered incense again.

As soon as his knee touched the ground, it seemed that he couldn't leave it, and it lasted an hour every time he knelt.The house was quiet, and Madam Lu vaguely remembered that when the master just went, he was also kneeling quietly like this, not listening to anyone who spoke to him, and not seeing anyone who came to visit.She went to persuade him to eat something by herself, after soaking for a long time, she only got two bowls of porridge, she was in a hurry, Lu Yuanshan passed away, she couldn't watch Lu Mingtong make any trouble again.

"Yuanshan, Tong'er has come to see you."

Lu Mingtong stared blankly at the dancing candle flames. Madam Lu said behind her: "Some time ago, Tong'er was injured and fell into a coma for three days. I didn't think about eating or drinking these three days, so I just thought, in case Tong'er was born again What's the matter, how should I face my ancestors. Fortunately, God blesses us, Tong'er, after all, we have a good destiny."

"Tong'er woke up and lost his memory. I was afraid that he would be sad if he knew about you, so I had to hide it from him. Don't be angry. I planned to tell him when he recovered, but now that he knows, I will tell you immediately." I came to see you. Even when he woke up, he wanted to find you. Tong'er, talk to your father. "

Seeing that Lu Mingtong was silent, she continued on by herself.

"Yuanshan, you must take care of yourself over there, don't sleep too late, don't be stupid and hungry without me by your side, see who makes delicious food, go over and talk to someone Discuss and ask them to make a copy for you. Don't be ashamed of your status. You can write well, so you can use this in exchange. When Tong'er grows up, gets married and has children, I will go to accompany you. you……"

"Mother." Lu Mingtong finally had a reaction. He uttered a hoarse sentence from his throat, turned around and glared at her with a smile: "What are you talking about? I should scold you when I hear it. Tong'er will go up the mountain to pray for you tomorrow." Please give me another 100 years of life, you have to stay with Tong'er all the time, and you are not allowed to say sad things."

After finishing speaking, he bowed to the memorial tablet: "My lord father, Lu Mingtong will follow his father's teachings, and my father's words and deeds are all in my heart. Tong'er will also do my best to protect what my father entrusted to me before my death. Please, Father..." He gritted his teeth: "Please rest assured, Father!"

Go for it.

He bowed to the memorial tablet for a long time, and when he stood up and turned his head again, he regained the expression he had when he first woke up, embraced the weeping Mrs. Lu, and joked with a smile: "My mother, my father will feel distressed when he sees you crying." Yes, don't cry in front of him."

Mrs. Lu stared blankly at Lu Mingtong who had suddenly regained his vitality, and couldn't figure out whether he had the same calm heart under his bland smile: "Tong'er, you..."

"I know what mother is thinking, but the deceased is gone, Tong'er can't save father no matter how uncomfortable it is, why don't you look forward? My beautiful mother, my eyes will be swollen if I cry again." The man took a few steps outside, looked at Lu Jiutian who was waiting at the door, and said, "Oh, Jiutian, did you bring the things?"

Lu Jiutian said: "Young master, I have already taken it. Jiutian is thinking, should I give a copy to the young master, and then return the original to the yamen?"

Lu Mingtong took the file and glanced at it. There wasn't much content. He had a photographic memory since he was a child. After reading it carefully, he remembered the content and said, "No need, just return the file. , and call Bean Sprout to the study."

It took Lu Mingtong a lot of effort to coax Madam Lu and let her go back to her room to rest.

In the study, Lu Douya was already waiting.

"Master, Jiutian said that you have something to do with me."

"Sit down." Lu Mingtong glanced at the desk, there was still his unfinished painting on it, he simply picked up the pen, wanting to continue the painting.

Lu Douya got permission, so she sat down on a small stool beside her and watched her young master splashing ink. He didn't know calligraphy and painting, but he could tell that Lu Mingtong was not in good condition. It was simply ground out.

At the end of the painting, Lu Mingtong was also dissatisfied, and he sighed and threw the scroll of the painting away.

Lu Douya hurriedly said: "Hey, young master, what a pity to throw it away, you don't want it anymore, why don't you give it to Douya!"

Lu Mingtong said: "I have already destroyed this painting."

Lu Douya scratched her head, her eyes were clear: "The young master knows how to paint and is proud, so he feels that his painting has been ruined. Douya is a rough person who doesn't understand the beauty of painting, but no matter how good the young master's paintings are, they are as good as Douya's. In my eyes, they are all priceless treasures."

As he talked, a big tail almost grew out of his back and shook him on the ground. "Really, young master, you can reward the bean sprouts. The bean sprouts that the young master painted unsatisfactorily also asked for it. This one is not bad!"

It's not bad, the only trace of haze left in Lu Mingtong's heart was swept away by this silly boy, and he took his own seal and added a seal to the painting before anyone took it away.

Bean Sprout returned to her room with the painting in her arms like a baby, took out a long locked box from under the bed, opened the lock, put the painting in, and came out humming a little song.

The passing maid saw her and asked with a smile, "Brother Bean Sprout, are you so happy to pick up the treasure?"

Bean Sprout snorted: "What is a baby? I am a priceless treasure. Do you know the priceless treasure? Not everyone can get the young master's calligraphy!"

The maid covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly: "Yes, you are the one who loves the young master the most. Brother Dou Sprout, how is the young master now? You don't have to guard the tomb like last time, do you?"

Bean Sprout was happy again. I thought that the young master would be as worried and ill as last time when he heard about the master again, but he didn't expect the young master to see it this time.

"No." He replied. "Hey, the young master is happy, and we slaves are happy. I used to see the young master in a daze every day, and I felt very uncomfortable, but this time it's okay. According to me, the young master will grow up. I think the young master must be happy now." It's only when you're mature that you can let it go. It's a good thing to let it go. I'm afraid the young master won't let it go. Don't talk about it, I have to find something fun for the young master to distract him."

"Yes, yes, the young master likes pea yellow the most, Brother Bean Sprout, why don't you go and buy some pea yellow?" The maid stuffed a few coins into Dou Sprout's hand: "It just so happens that Qiao'er wants to eat it too, Brother Bean Sprout is back. By the way, can you bring a bag for Qiaoer?"

Bean Sprout reached out and tapped her on the head: "Greedy cat, I think it's you who want to eat."

However, the young master said this when he woke up, maybe it's okay to buy some.

He walked out of the house, shaking the two copper plates in his hands, and he was still plausible. If this continues, it is better to ask the boss sometime for a teacher. After he learns, the young master doesn't have to go down the mountain to buy it if he wants to eat it. .

At the time of the child, everything was silent.

A dark figure sneaked out of the bedroom and climbed up to the roof in twos and twos.

The black shadow sat down on the roof and sighed.He took out something wrapped in an embroidered scarf from his bosom, unfolded it, pinched it with his index finger, put it into his mouth, and chewed it slowly twice.

This is the pea yellow that Bean Sprouts bought for him at night. When he first bought it, he had no appetite, so he kept it. In the dead of night, he had something in his mind. Think of this bag of snacks.

The moonlight shone coldly on the tiles, Lu Mingtong shed tears silently while thinking about Lu Yuanshan, the wind blew over, his face was dry and painful.He wiped his tears with his sleeve, then stuffed pea yellow into his mouth.

When he was in the mourning hall, he understood after listening to Mrs. Lu's words that every time he shed tears in front of his mother, he cut another knife in her heart.So he chose to force a smile and pretend to be relieved.It's a pity that he deceived everyone, but he couldn't deceive himself. After dinner, he closed the door of the room and was alone in the name of wanting to rest earlier, but tossed and turned, thinking about it was only Lu Yuanshan's figure, and he couldn't fall asleep for a long time.He was also afraid that his family members would be disturbed by getting up and lighting candles, so he stared blankly and waited until everyone had fallen asleep before coming out to blow some air.

But in the twelfth lunar month of winter, it was indeed difficult to bear the wind blowing on his face, let alone with Lu Mingtong's small body.He couldn't help sneezing, and immediately there was a human voice from below.

"Who's on top!"

Lu Mingtong: "..."

It's so late, why are there still people walking around below? I just missed my father and came up to wipe my tears secretly to wake up. If this is seen by the servants, it must be spread in the family the next day.

Lu Mingtong felt faceless for a moment, he hesitated and refused to speak, but the person below had martial arts, he stepped on the roof lightly on his toes, and made eye to eye with him.

Lu Mingtong with tears all over his face: "..."

Lu Jiutian who happened to pass by: "..."

"Ahem, so it's the young master." Lu Jiutian took the lead to break the silence, selectively ignoring the tears: "The young master is so excited, why don't you sleep here and enjoy the moon at this late hour?"

Lu Mingtong silently raised the pea yellow in his hand: "Can't sleep...do you want some?"

Lu Jiutian sat down side by side with him, and took a piece politely: "It's cold."

"It's been more than two hours since I bought it. I bought the bean sprouts at the foot of the mountain." Lu Mingtong ate the last piece and asked, "Why are you still awake so late?"

Lu Jiutian said: "Jiutian is worried about the young master's safety, so come here to have a look."

Lu Mingtong couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat, thinking, does he think that I can't accept the fact and do something stupid?

However, he was really moved by Lu Jiutian's eagerness to protect his master. He looked at the handkerchief in his hand and thought of another book boy who also thought of him wholeheartedly. Thought: "I'm fine, you can go to bed earlier next time, I... won't do anything stupid."

"Yes."

Every time he answered, he was strict, young and mature.Lu Mingtong didn't know how to communicate with him, no wonder he was afraid of him before, presumably before he lost his memory, this boy also asked questions and answered each sentence without smiling.

He had no choice but to look for trouble: "Well, your qinggong just now is so handsome."

Lu Jiutian said: "The old man asked someone to teach him before, and learned a little bit."

"The fur is also pretty good. I thought about learning martial arts at the beginning, but the master asked me to do horseback riding. I gave up after three days of doing it. It's really a shame."

"Young master is a noble asset. If you usually go out, you will naturally be protected by guards. It is enough for young master to learn some close-up defense skills."

Lu Mingtong: "..." He really didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, this time it was Lu Jiutian who took the initiative to speak: "I couldn't ask the young master that day, can the young master not remember anything now?"

Lu Mingtong sighed: "I don't know, some things are still vivid in my mind, but some things I can't remember at all."

"What about me, about Bean Sprouts, the young master doesn't remember anything?"

Lu Mingtong glanced at his face, confirmed that his mind was indeed blank, and shook his head.

Lu Jiutian stared at him for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand towards his shoulder.

Lu Mingtong stared at him blankly, without moving.

"The frost and dew are heavy, and mist has accumulated on the young master's shoulders." Lu Jiutian patted the mist off Lu Mingtong's shoulders, and suddenly glanced down: "Someone is coming."

"Who?"

"Bean sprouts."

Lu Mingtong looked down and saw Lu Douya walking along the path, holding a lantern and entering Lu Mingtong's room. He tiptoed around but found no one, and immediately became anxious, calling like a cat: "Young Master, Young Master? You Where are you going?"

"..." Lu Jiutian stood up and said to Lu Mingtong, "If you don't go down, I'm afraid Douya will call someone loudly. You should go back to your room to rest, young master. Many people are worried about you, so Jiutian will leave first."

Lu Mingtong was worried that his crying would be revealed: "Hey, what happened today..."

"Don't worry, young master, Jiutian didn't see anything." With a flash of his figure, Lu Jiutian disappeared into the night instantly.

Hey, people who know martial arts are different.

Lu Mingtong touched his face, wiped away the traces of tears, and then got up and slowly climbed down the wooden ladder.

The people below are still calling: "Young master, young master?"

"Stop shouting, I'm here."