Forget it

The horse galloped to the Shimo Bridge, and there was an earthen stele at the head of the bridge. Rainwater and mud flowed down the stele, but the writing on the stele was very clear, as if someone had just traced it with a stone.

"Yiwei Lu... After years of no visitors, no clothes and no clothes..."

Liu Zi laughed, and called to the old farmer who was coming up from the bridge carrying a hoe, "I am so thankful, old man, may I ask where is Yiwei Lu?"

The old farmer hesitated for a moment, then turned around and pointed to Daishan, "After passing the village, go west for two miles."

After thanking Liu Zi, he raised his whip and went in the direction pointed by the old farmer.

After the new rain in the empty mountain, the blue sky was cloudless, and after the dark clouds dissipated, a mass of crimson appeared on the horizon.

The majestic Mount Dai is looming in the midst of the mist, and the empty valley plain here is full of openness, and it is indeed a good place to retreat.

Liu Xi rode his horse through the small village at the foot of the mountain where chickens were singing and dogs were barking, and turning westward, a thatched hut with green mountains and green waters was in front of him.

The hedgerows were tangled with vines and weeds, and it was obvious that the owner hadn't taken care of them for a long time.At the foot of the fence stood clumps of shepherd's purse flowers, with their heads held high and full of vitality, and there were scattered small blue flowers scattered all over the place.

This situation, don't have a lot of fun in the field.

In front of Chai Fei is a thick old pagoda tree, which is old and strong, and its thick branches extend into the middle of the courtyard.

In the courtyard, a large bluestone was worn away to serve as a desk table. On the large Zen chair in front of the stone sat cross-legged a young man, dressed in a white cloth robe, with black hair hanging down to the chair surface, only tied with silk and satin.

The young man supported his head with his left hand and rolled up the book with his right hand. He lowered his head and was reading with gusto under the clear light after the rain.

Liu Xi tied the horse to the branch of the old locust tree, peeked sideways, secretly surprised.

He only knew that the old farmer in Sumiya was highly respected, but he never thought that he was just a young man.

Hearing the sound, the young man put down the book in his hand, looked up and saw a young man raised his hand and was about to knock on the firewood door, and smiled, "But Mr. Liu Family?"

Liu Zi was startled, and paused with his raised hand.

The young man in the cloth robe sits in the bright wind and the moon, smiling brightly and beautifully.

Liu Xi resisted secretly looking at the young man, the more he looked at him, the more he sighed in his heart!On the face, he saluted respectfully, "Liu Xun, who was born late, and named Ziyi, came to visit Sumiya at the order of my father... Sir, Mr. Chao is resting."

The old farmer in the valley put down the book in his hand and called Liu Xi in, "It's okay, Mr. Liu Lang came to the humble house, and the hospitality is not good, I hope you can forgive me."

As he said that, he turned his head and looked around, and found a lamp-hanging chair slanted under the eaves. He was only surprised for a moment, then he happily put on his clogs and moved the chair to the courtyard, and politely invited Liu Xi to sit down.

Seated in the hatchback, a bit cold.

The old farmer in Sumiya started a long speech to Liu Xi, a younger generation, talking about the method of memorizing and asking questions.It was still the spring breeze and drizzle, and the face was pleasant, but Liu Xun was drowsy when he heard it, and his heart was full of disappointment, which was hard to dispel and uncomfortable!

This old farmer in the corner valley obviously has a romantic appearance, but he is so pedantic on the inside, and his proficiency in wordiness is even higher than his father's. No wonder he calls himself an old farmer. What a pity!

Du Yun looked coldly at the child's eyes diverging, and began to wander in emptiness, sneering in her heart.Drink spring flower tea to moisten your throat and prepare to continue to work.

While drinking tea, Du Yun narrowed her eyes, hidden behind the steam, and sized up the child.

The child Yeye's pupils had lost color, and his embroidered eyebrows frowned and frowned. He looked over Du Yun's head in boredom and looked at the vast Daishan Mountain. Books on stone table.

The kid must have been so bored by the preaching, he completely forgot that he was here as a guest, and he kept fiddling with the master's book with his restless hands, flipping it over, turning it over, and finally picked it up and flipped through it. The writing was close to his eyes, and he studied it with squinted eyes. Just looking at it, the tricks that were already bleak suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but let out a gasp.

These days are cloudy and rainy, so Du Yun dug out a copy of "Xijing Miscellaneous Notes" from the bookcase to pass the time.

Seeing the child's various willful behaviors, he suddenly became interested, put down the oil dripping cup in his hand, sat cross-legged, and smiled, "The rhythm is boring, it's rare that my husband seems to be a member of my generation, and here is a story about Nanyue Zhao Tuo Presenting treasures to the Han Dynasty, and the good show of Emperor Zhaojun of the Later Han Dynasty marrying the Huns, would you like to listen to it?"

Liu Xi threw the book away, his eyes sparkled, he couldn't help but nod his head like pounding garlic.

Liu's family's six children hang out in the market place, love to play and make trouble, and the fun is the most informal and unconventional.The story of the old farmer in the valley told people, and Liu Xi fell into it without knowing it, and moved the chair unconsciously to sit next to him, with bright purple pupils, listening to it like a fascination.In a blink of an eye, stories one after another jumped out of the miscellaneous notes at some point, and the red sun hanging high in the sky has also set in the west.

Du Yun vividly told what Xu Fu had seen and heard after going to sea, glanced at the sky, and then at the child who didn't know when he was leaning on the handrail in front of his face and concentrated on it, and changed the subject, "Predict what will happen..."

"Ah——" Before he could finish speaking, Liu Xi expressed his dissatisfaction in a long, disappointed voice, but before he could finish expressing, he was shocked when he saw the darkening sky, and shouted "No!" Jumping up, almost bumping into Du Yun, he was about to leave in a panic, and kept apologizing to Du Yun, "It's over, it's over, I was drunk yesterday and came back late today, now my father will have to beat me to death I!"

Du Yun looked at the child looking like a catastrophe was imminent, and leaned comfortably in the Zen chair to gloat.After he led the horse to salute and bid farewell, he said unhurriedly, "Unexpectedly, Master Liu is very strict in teaching children. Mr. Liu and Bucai talked about the past and the present, and they agree with each other. If you forget to pay attention to the time on a whim, you will be blamed. Liu If the young master is punished today, it will be my fault."

As soon as Liu Xi heard this, his eyes rolled, and he realized it. Then he saw Du Yun's smile was quite meaningful, and he felt as if he had been tricked.

Getting on the horse, he smiled at Du Yun, "Since we are congenial, I would like to be a confidant with my husband that night. I will go home and return to my life today, and I will come to visit tomorrow, and I will leave."

After saying that, he waved his horsewhip and walked away.

Du Yun watched the figure chasing the setting sun gradually disappearing in the clouds and glowing clouds in the sky, smiled, packed up her chair, and walked slowly into the thatched cottage.

It has been more than a year since he left Beijing to take refuge here in the mid-winter of the year before last, and he has avoided seeing any guests during this time.

This time he promised to meet Mr. Liu's family just because he was thinking about the court back then, and his eldest brother Liu Zigui had argued for himself a few words.

Dude, his original plan was to say something that Liu Ziyi didn't like to hear, and then send him away. It would be best if he didn't want to come again, but now...

Du Yun's eyes flashed the child's frightened appearance just now, and he couldn't help laughing.

Forget it, let him go when love comes.