Lan Congxiao

"Xun Fei, it's time to burn incense." Qiu Zhu wiped the desk carefully with a cloth, "Be sincere."

Xun Fei obediently lit three incense sticks and knelt down in front of the ancestral hall. Qiuzhu quietly looked at the fragrance on the incense burner. Every time Xun Fei’s three sticks always burned very fast, maybe Qiao’s ancestors had spirits in the sky. It is comforting to see that Xun Fei is not safe.

"Wipe the memorial tablet well, it's all dusty." Xun Fei glanced at Qiu Zhu, Qiu Zhu is not from their Qiao family, but it seems to be no different from Qiao's family, every time they treat Xian Ren more like him than him They are descendants of the Qiao family, so pious and revered.

"Father..." Xun Fei wiped his father's tablet, the name Qiao Yule always made his heart tremble.

He misses his father so much, and when his memory recovers, he always thinks of him, that gentle man who always shows him a loving and somewhat helpless smile, and sits with him in the yard to draw and write .

"Miss your father?" Qiu Zhu took the tablet from Xun Fei's hand, wiped the edges and corners clean, and put it back to its original position, "You never said anything about your father, but I'm just curious .”

Xun Fei thought for a while, then shook his head, "I grew up in Huaqing Temple, and I didn't get along with my father day and night, but I remember that my father was a very good-tempered person, always with a very gentle smile, smiling at my mother, and at me. Laugh. Dad likes to read books, practice swords, and he likes to be quiet."

"Why did such a gentle and refined person give birth to such a mischievous person like you?" Seeing that Xun Fei felt a little depressed, he joked.

Xun Fei glared at him pretending to be angry, "That's not true, I've grown up now, and I'm not naughty anymore."

"You, don't talk big in front of your grandpa and parents, and make them laugh at you."

Xun Fei was groping around outside the ancestral hall, but he didn't know what to do. When Qiu Zhu took care of the ancestral hall and went out to look for him, he was nowhere to be found. After searching all the way, he was found in a room. .

Xun Fei sat on the wooden bench, lowered his head slightly, not knowing what to look at, and there was a big wooden box under his feet, which was also full of things.

"Why did you come to your parents' room?" Qiu Zhu walked into the room, and there was no sign that the room belonged to Qiao Yule and his wife in the past, and I don't know what Xun Fei was so fascinated by.

"I found a lot of treasures." He carefully stretched out his hand to wipe these treasures. "I just remembered that I seemed to hide something at home when I was a child. It took me a long time to find it."

"You don't mind letting me take a look." Qiu Zhu leaned slightly and took a small wooden sculpture in Xun Fei's hand. It has a round face, big eyes, and the eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same as Xun Fei. This small person seems to be familiar with him. ...that dream... He was so startled that he lost his hand, and the villain fell into Xun Fei's arms, causing a burst of complaints, "Be careful, these things are broken and there will be no more."

"Where did this villain come from?" Qiu Zhu originally thought it was just a dream, but saw something in the dream here, which is really strange.

"My father carved it well." Xun Feixi stretched out his fingers to stroke gently, with a faint smile on his lips, "Father carved it really well."

"Your father?" He remembered the man in white shirt in his dream, he carved the exact same doll, could it be that man in white shirt is Xun Fei's father.

"What is this?" Looking out of the corner of the eye, he saw a pair of scrolls in the big wooden box at Xun Fei's feet, which looked like a pair of calligraphy and painting.

"This..." It's been so long that Xun Fei couldn't think of it for a while. He reached out and took out the scroll, gently pulled it open, and spread it on the table. Xun Fei suddenly exclaimed, "It's my father, this is me. I don't remember who painted the portrait of my father, but it seems that some court painter painted it for my father, do you think my father looks like me?" Xun Fei smiled at Qiu Zhu, who stretched out his hand to go around Xun Fei's body, looking from behind him, looked at the portrait carefully.

The man in the painting is also wearing a white gown, embellished with silver silk patterns, and a green jade pendant around his waist. His hair is tied up with black silk. His appearance is very similar to Xun Fei, but not as lively as him. His eyes are as deep as the night, and his expression Plain, with only a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"How about it, this is my father..." Xun Fei is the happiest, but one day he will be able to see his father's appearance, gently rubbing his face "I even forgot about hiding my father's portrait when I was a child , but it’s also good, so that it can be saved until now.”

"He is Qiao Yule..." Qiu Zhu raised the portrait slightly, and his eyes became brighter. I don't know if Qiu Zhu saw the wrong eyes, but he always felt that the person in the painting was looking at him. The smile still remains, and I don't know what the meaning of that flashing illusion is.

Xun Fei leisurely leaned against Qiu Zhu's arms, Qiu Zhu has been staring at the portrait without relaxing, a little puzzled, "Why are you so fascinated by my father's portrait?"

"It's just that I've heard their names for a long time, and I've finally seen their people." Qiuzhu knew that they were father and son, and it was common for them to look similar, but why did he feel so different to him? Well, even the emperor liked him back then and wanted to recruit him as a son-in-law, but he was already married at that time."

"Consort?" Xun Fei is Qiao Yule's son, but he has never heard of it before. "He almost became a relative of the emperor in the past?"

"If he became a relative of the emperor, why would you show up?" He smiled and pinched the tip of Xun Fei's nose, "It's a pity that I couldn't see the real person. I feel a little uncomfortable with the portrait, and I'm afraid that he will blame me."

"Oh...you are afraid that my father will blame you for taking away his son." Xun Fei saw through Qiu Zhu's mind and started to tease him carelessly.

"Don't talk nonsense in front of your father."

Maybe it's just a coincidence, Zizi didn't speak strangely, Qiuzhu only felt that she was thinking too much, and wanted to put away the scroll, but felt that the smile on the corner of the mouth of the person in the painting gradually deepened, and she didn't know why.