Half life, for Jue

Xiao Jingyan didn't plan to wait until tomorrow, when he opened the door, he saw Rong Wenyuan leaning on the pillar of the corridor, looking at the setting sun motionless, as if in a daze.

Xiao Jingyan was in a hurry to find Bai Bi, and couldn't wait for a moment, so he asked Rong Wenyuan, "Miss Rong, do you know where Bai Bi is? If there is something else, can you talk about it next time?"

Rong Wenyuan pursed her lips, took out a carved pear wood box from behind, and put it in front of Xiao Jingyan with both hands, saying: "Your Highness, my brother has many reasons for doing anything, I can't stop him, since he will The right to make the decision is in your hands, and he thinks you should understand him. These are written by him, burnt, and then re-written. After thinking about it for half a year, he wrote it and prepared to give it to you in the future. Now, he said These things are no longer needed, let me take them and burn them. I don’t want his painstaking efforts to be burned to the ground without you knowing a word, and they don’t exist. Before you go to him, why don’t you first Take a good look."

Xiao Jingyan was stunned until Rong Wenyuan's back disappeared around the corner before he came back to look at the beautifully carved pearwood box in his hand.It's only as big as Xiao Jingyan's hand, and it's so light that it doesn't weigh much.

After thinking about it for a while, Xiao Jingyan went back to the study and opened the box directly after closing the door. There was a stack of letters neatly folded inside.

At that moment, Xiao Jingyan suddenly had an almost absurd thought, and he forcibly pushed it back.

He held the box in one hand, and took out the first letter from it with the other hand. It was written in a simple yellow envelope, "There is no rope on the nose, and the sky and the earth will not accept it at night. Dear friends."

Xiao Jingyan: "..."

With a completely inexpressible mood, he pulled out the letter inside, but it was a thin piece of rice paper, and there were not many words written on it.

"October in the south of the Yangtze River is still peaceful. I heard about Luzhou salt tea earlier, so I just tasted it this time. However, the tea is bitter and cold, so I can't drink too much. It's a pity."

What he wrote above was quite satisfactory, but later he seemed to feel that it would be really tiring to talk to Xiao Jingyan like this, so he actually drew a picture directly on the paper, a cup of tea, a stream, and a girl staring at the tea in a daze with her chin resting on her cheek.The pen and ink are faint, and it can be seen that it was sketched with a few strokes, but when the person who started the pen has a good foundation, he can draw it with a few strokes.

"Although I know that your buffalo doesn't drink tea, I'll bring you some along the way. If Mr. Su is still in Jinling, don't forget to send it.

It's time to set off again tomorrow, so I won't tell you more.It's been a very safe journey all the way, and you can rest assured.don't read.On the fifth day of November, Bai Bi wrote it himself. "

It's a pity, now I only see the letter but not the tea, but I accidentally lost the tea on the way to the letter?

The next letter is still "There is no rope on the nose, and the world will not accept it at night. Dear friends."

"Abductor...... My Highness, what do you mean by this? I am a new student today, so I specially called to see if it works...

.......everything is fine, don't worry about it.On November [-]th, Bai Bi wrote it himself. "

.......

Maybe it was because of staring at things for a long time, Xiao Jingyan's eyes suddenly blurred, and he collected the last letter from the box.

"Mount Emei's half-moon autumn casts its shadow into the waters of the Pingqiang River. At night, the clear stream flows toward the Three Gorges. I miss you and go down to Yuzhou.

I haven't been back for 15 years, and Shuzhong is still the same as I remember.

You have not been here before.It is like a big funnel, with plateaus in the west, dangerous peaks in the east, mountain barriers in the north, and plateaus in the south. It is difficult to walk on the high and low.Fortunately, I still remember.

The master said that it is precisely this kind of mountain range that is most suitable for living in seclusion.

I don't know how many bamboo bears the little master uncle raises now, the smallest one was only the size of a palm when I left, and it should have grandchildren when I go back now.

There are a lot of good things here, but I think there are a few of them that you will like.It just so happened that Yuan'er went to buy an inkstone for me today.I bought two more Ju (ju) inkstones, the hair ink is like oil, and the ink is not rotten, so I just took it to Mr. Su for use and left one for Tingsheng. You let Tingsheng choose the one you like.

It is difficult to snow in the middle of Sichuan, unlike Jinling, which is full of white in winter.I feel very comfortable here, but it's a pity that you are not so lucky.

The mountains are still the same.The small yard is planted with flowers of four seasons, one corner for one season.It's just that the locust tree at the door has grown up, and it was planted when I was young.I heard from Master that the gate was broken a few times after I left, and in the end it couldn’t be repaired so I changed it, and I said I couldn’t recognize it at first sight..."

He wrote this very long letter, which seemed to carefully describe every corner and every change of the place where he lived.

Xiao Jingyan trembled his fingers, stroked the dried ink marks one by one, the tip of his nose seemed to be lingering with the fragrance of brush and ink, and a faint, almost inaudible, bitter medicinal fragrance.

What appeared in a trance in front of him was in the blurred lights, and he wrote in a straight and almost solemn way: "... Seeing words is like meeting each other, everything is fine, don't read it."

......

Bai Bi sat on the corridor, from time to time when a gust of autumn wind swept over him, he would tighten the fox fur, and then continued to watch Ting Sheng practice his sword.

Most of Tingsheng's swordsmanship was taught by Xiao Jingyan himself, and each move has its own style—calm and steady, without any superfluous fancy, every move is for killing the enemy, and every move expresses the essence.

"Wrong." Bai Bi called to stop, he was stunned by Ting Sheng's puzzled gaze, then laughed after a while, beckoned Ting Sheng to sit beside him, and patted him on the shoulder , said: "The move is wrong, your starting hand is too high, the sword will be unstable if you don't have enough strength, and your moves will be slow. If you are slow on the battlefield, it will be a flaw, and a gun will suddenly appear behind you."

Ting Sheng scratched his head and nodded to show he understood.He was about to get up and perform, but he thought of something and sat back down, curiously asked: "How did you find out, sir? Your Highness said that you don't know anything about martial arts, and you always remember that you can't see right." host."

Ting Sheng's crisp voice got lower and lower under Bai Bi's half-smiling eyes, he shrank his neck and said in a low voice, "Your Highness said it."

Abby nodded her head, smiling softly, "Mr. understands, Tingsheng is a good boy."

Tingsheng was even more puzzled, why did the husband say that there was not a single word wrong, but he just felt that something was wrong?Oops, forget it.Even His Highness said that talking to Mr. Wang is very difficult, so he should not bother.

Bai Bi saw and heard that the man was sweating on his forehead, took a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped it for him, and didn't continue the topic just now.Ting Sheng felt that Mr. rubbed it very comfortable, so he twisted his neck and raised his face, and said, "Sir, there is more."

Bai Bi was amused, and continued to wipe his face and neck for him.

In the entire East Palace, there are only three people who are the most unscrupulous in front of Bai Bi.There was Xiao Jingyan, Rong Wenyuan, and the one in front of him.As for those who can enjoy Bai Bi's service, it doesn't count that Rong Wenyuan is a girl, and Xiao Jingyan, the crown prince, doesn't have this kind of treatment.

And Tingsheng is shy and introverted in front of others, but he is immediately lively when he is in front of Bai Bi.Both Mei Changsu and Bai Bi could be regarded as half of his teachers.But how respectful and respectful Tingsheng was in front of Mei Changsu, and how unrestrained he was in front of Bai Bi.Ask Bai Bi to self-examine for many times what is wrong with his education.

"Sir, sir, do you think I can become someone like His Highness in the future?"

You don't need to look to know that the child's eyes must be shining when asking this question, like stars in the sky, "Oh, you want to be like His Highness, that's not good."

"Not good? Why? I heard that His Royal Highness, General Lie, is mighty and brave on the battlefield. He is so powerful and invincible. He also said that when you are fighting, you don't stop saying your highness. General Lie and the others even You haven’t even said a word yet. You’ve decided everything, and you’ll definitely win in the end. Also, Xiaowei Qi told me that when His Highness mounts a horse and kills the enemy, you’ll be in command, even if there’s someone on the battlefield What unexpected situation is different from what you expected, you make a decision immediately, and His Highness immediately cooperates, and the tacit understanding is amazing. I really want to see you, sir, sitting in the handsome tent and strategizing to win thousands of miles. You are decisive and shrewd, you must be very powerful!" Ting Sheng The more he talked, the more excited he became, and he almost ran at last. He said loudly: "Sir, if I become a person like His Highness in the future, it would be great if I could guard my Liangshan River together with you!"

Bai Bi was silent for a moment, then gently raised the corners of his lips, rubbed Tingsheng's head, and said, "Wait until you grow up."

Ting Sheng shook his head, gradually restrained his smile, lowered his head in disappointment, and grabbed Bai Bi's sleeve, "Sir, don't lie. When Ting Sheng grows up, you shouldn't leave. Don't leave." Is that all right, sir?"

he knows.He knew that my husband was leaving tomorrow, and that my husband was going home. General Lie said that Sister Rong was leaving too, and that she was going to take him to a very, very far away place called Shuzhong.But he doesn't want Mr. to go.He didn't know why His Highness and the others didn't stop the gentleman, but he just didn't want the gentleman to go.

"Okay. I'm not leaving." Bai Bi replied quickly, almost as soon as Ting Sheng's words came out of his mouth, he agreed without the slightest hesitation.

Ting Sheng didn't realize it for a while, and looked at Bai Bi foolishly for a long time before asking in an unreal and erratic tone: "Really? Sir, you didn't lie to me?"

"Well, I won't lie to you, I won't go back to Sichuan."

"Oh, that's great! Don't leave, sir! This time he really jumped up and ran as soon as his feet hit the ground. He couldn't stop Bai Bi, so he could only catch up two steps and ask:" Tingsheng, why are you running so fast?Be happy when you are happy, don't run too fast. "

Tingsheng's cheerful voice came from afar, "I'll tell His Highness. Your Highness doesn't want Mr. to go away. He's been bored these days. I'll tell him that he must be very happy!"

Bai Bidun stayed in place, as if he was frozen in place, he couldn't even move a little finger.

Ting Sheng ran all the way to the door of Xiao Jingyan's study. It was already under the stars at this time, and Xiao Jingyan's study was pitch black but there was no light on.

With his back against the door, Xiao Jingyan held the letters in both hands and buried his face in them, sniffing the bitter yet light fragrance of the herbs that were about to disperse.

The small box was extremely heavy in the palm of his hand at the moment, making him almost out of breath.

He could imagine how relieved and happy he would be when he saw these letters, who knew nothing.

But it is precisely because of knowing, knowing how much effort Bai Bi put in writing these near-perfect letterheads from the future, those places he has never been to based on a few travel notes that he wrote are true, which makes people unbelievable that he has never been there. have never been.How did he accurately write down the time of those signatures by relying on his own calculations.Also, and, why, why did he put in so much effort to prepare these letters a long time ago, he could obviously write them later.

The reason may be because he was afraid that at that time he would no longer be able to write the sentence "Seeing words is like meeting each other", expressing from the lines that he is fine and that he is fine.

Baibi.Bai Bi.He always tried his best to alleviate Xiao Jingyan's pain, but he never took himself into consideration.

White Bi... White Bi...

"Your Highness, are you there? Sir, sir, he said he would not go back to Shuzhong, but he stayed. Your Highness, didn't you go inside?"

The voice from Tingsheng outside came to Xiao Jingyan's ears intermittently, finally allowing Xiao Jingyan to escape from an unsolvable loop.

"There are no lights inside. Has Your Highness gone to another place?" Ting Sheng looked at the door again suspiciously, and finally ran away to find Xiao Jingyan.

Xiao Jingyan silently didn't call Tingsheng to stop, he lowered his head, carefully wiped off the water stains on the letter paper, and then carefully folded it, the letter paper seemed to have never been opened, lying comfortably in the envelope.

"Jingyan, are you there?" Tingsheng walked outside, and then suddenly Baibi came.

He knocked on the door and said: "I heard that you haven't eaten dinner yet, I brought you some on the way. Do you want it?"

He seemed sure that Xiao Jingyan was inside.

Xiao Jingyan's hands trembled, and he almost lost his grip on the pear wooden box.

Isn't it tomorrow?Didn't he say that he will wait for his reply tomorrow?Why, why now?

When Mingming stepped out of this study, he acted like if you didn't come to me, I wouldn't come to you either.

Why is he here again at this hour?

The author has something to say:

Look at the haggard face] A road idiot thinks that writing a letter is about to burp. [Cover face] If you can’t write in classical Chinese, you can use the vernacular, and you can’t type out the format, so let’s not care about it~~~O(∩_ ∩)O