Born short-lived

The location of Yang's old house is very remote, and it is located in a secluded place in the south of the city. There is a dilapidated mansion hidden in the winding bamboo forest.At first, there was a small street in this area, and the Yang Mansion was originally a second courtyard. Since it developed, it bought the whole street, surrounded it and planted bamboo, and then expanded the mansion to the fourth courtyard.

It's a pity that Yang's foundation was destroyed ten years ago, and a red seal was pasted on the door, so this land was "unlucky" because of Yang's affairs. There are so many wealthy businessmen, but no one is willing to take over.

Abandoned for more than ten years, the former mansion is overgrown with weeds, the outer walls are occupied by moss and vines, and the tattered glazed tile roof is covered with weeds like moldy and long hairs.

From the East China Sea Command to Yang's Mansion, Yang Bancheng recognized that this was his way home when he walked halfway, and he became nervous.

The walking chariot stopped less than fifty steps outside Yang's mansion, and the light fragrance of bamboo was carried by the cool breeze into the chariot. Yang Bancheng knelt stiffly on the soft cushion in the chariot, quietly Peeping out through the gap in the curtain, the shocking old house came head-on into his eyes, and he hastily lowered his eyes again.

The strangeness he tried to cover up was completely noticed by Dong Sheng, and Dong Sheng didn't mean to lift the curtain, so he just tried his best to soften his voice and said to him: "Master Yang, there are no outsiders here, and I don't care about it." I'm not being polite to you... The Yang family's land has never been sold, and the house has not been demolished. I have some wine here, you can take it in and have a look - but I don't mean to force others, it's up to you whether you want to go or not. Myself, if you don’t want to read it, it’s okay to just turn around and go back.”

Yang Bancheng's face was a bit fleshy, his eyebrows were gentle, and he always gave people a very honest feeling, and even in such a turbulent situation in his heart, he tried his best to hold the expression on his face—sorrow and forbearance [-] They collided in half, causing some unspeakable grievances.

He took a deep breath, as if he had exhausted all his strength to suppress the turmoil in his heart, and he slammed down on his forehead, only to hear a "bang", and the whole chariot shook. .

Yang Bancheng's voice was rough and authentic: "Your Majesty..."

Dong Sheng quietly waited for his next words, but Yang Bancheng seemed to be hoarse in the second half of the sentence, and after waiting for a long time, he didn't wait for another word.

After all, he swallowed too much blood and tears back then, and he didn't know where to start.

Zhou Zirong and Jiang Huaikong walked slowly back from the pier, chatting with each other along the way, and somehow they came to the Jiang family in Huajing City.

The sky was getting brighter, and Jiang Huaikong let out a long sigh in the sea breeze: "I still remember when I was young, my eldest sister took me and my second sister out of the palace to visit the Lantern Market, and now she has been gone for almost a year... Hey, It really is between heaven and earth in life, if a white horse passes by...all of a sudden."

Zhou Zirong turned his head to look at him, and the not-so-glare morning light from behind outlined a blurred outline on his face.

Jiang Huaikong was pampered since he was a child, and he has always been very nervous. He rarely felt sad for spring and autumn. Jiang Huaibi's death was his first taste of the eternal separation of yin and yang.

Zhou Zirong deliberated for a long time before saying, "I didn't expect...first priests could do this."

Jiang Huaikong was silent, he knew that Zhou Zirong was referring to Jiang Huaibi finding Yang Bancheng back, and his feelings became more mixed for a while.

He walked forward in silence for a while, as if he had pondered for a long time, before he suddenly turned his head and said to Zhou Zirong, "I didn't expect that, Elder Sister Zeng said, no matter what, it's enough for him to be well on the other side of the world." ..."

At this time, the sun has not yet fully risen to the top, and it is still golden. The light of the sun shines on the sea and is broken by the waves.

Zhou Zirong nodded and said in a low voice, "I understand."

Dong Sheng looked at Yang Bancheng who had been prostrate and refused to raise his head, and said solemnly: "If I tell you, let the past pass by, doesn't it seem like standing and talking doesn't hurt your back..."

Yang Bancheng was still speechless.

Dong Sheng: "I brought you here today, I didn't make a special trip to expose your scars... This house has been empty here, so there should be a place for it."

Yang Bancheng was stunned, and raised his head in a daze: "Your Majesty, Caomin... don't understand..."

Zhou Zirong asked: "Did the priest... have any complaints before his death?"

Jiang Huaikong's footsteps stopped.

Dong Sheng looked down at Yang Bancheng, with a vague shadow in his eyes: "What I mean is... since you are still alive, the Yang family is not dead, and most of Yang's family business has not been sold. I have let the state government release all the accounts, and it belongs to your name. If you take good care of it, it is also a good business. As for this house, if you are willing to go in, I will accompany you to bring this wine in for a sacrifice. , if you don’t want to go in, it’s up to you to decide what to do with this house—to continue the Yang family, this is also the meaning of the first priest, understand?”

Yang Bancheng froze into a frost-covered stone statue, cracked little by little in front of Dong Sheng's eyes, his eyes widened in disbelief, and an indescribable emotion rushed over him, making him dizzy for a while .

Fortunately, Yang Bancheng is a person who has seen the world after all, this kind of bewilderment only existed for a moment, he immediately cleared up his mind, and kowtowed to Dong Sheng again with red eyes: "Caomin... Thank you, Your Majesty Long En !"

So many years of resentment, loneliness and helplessness seemed to come to an end suddenly. He walked alone in a foreign place and in the dark for ten years, but the darkness that seemed to have no boundaries before was suddenly revealed from an unexpected angle. Opened his mouth - for a moment, the sky brightened.

Jiang Huaikong stopped and looked back at Zhou Zirong. He lowered his head and meditated for a moment, then said slowly: "...I was not in Huajing City back then, and I heard what my second sister said... She also asked the same question at that time."

Jiang Huaikong paused: "Once Bai Ling becomes the high priest, he is no longer a mortal, but a 'slave of the gods', living and dying for all..."

"So the eldest sister said, since priests are not human, how can there be love and hatred?"

[The author has something to say: I have been running in other places for the past two days, so there are not many more, forgive me. 】