Time-traveling Famous Doctors Are Hard to Find

"I told you, you can go in and have a look at night when there is no one around." Xiao Yuchun put his hands on Song Mingzhe's shoulders, Song Mingzhe was kneeling on the spot like a puppet without support.

"I was supposed to keep watch at night. My aunt works hard during the day, and Ganbao is too young to bear the lack of sleep." Song Mingzhe's voice was hollow, blood was oozing from the redness and swelling on the top of his head, Xiao Yuchun took out his handkerchief to help him After wiping it, Song Mingzhe knocked off the veil with a snap.

"I'll go in first." Song Mingzhe knelt for a long time, his legs were inevitably weak and cramp, he gritted his teeth and staggered to stand firm, leaning on the wall and slowly walked into the empty mourning hall.Xiao Yuchun was dressed in black and followed silently.

The night wind blew through the pale cloth banners, blowing the flames of the white candles, and the atmosphere in the quiet mourning hall was creepy.Song Mingzhe knelt in the hall, his face paler than the mourning hall.He didn't look back, but just talked with Xiao Yuchun calmly, as if he was full of wine and food, chatting about family affairs.

"Xiao Yuchun, do you know what the ten evils are?" Xiao Yuchun remained silent without answering.

"rebellion,"

"Conspiracy of Great Rebellion,"

"insurgence,"

"Evil and rebellious,"

"No way,"

"Disrespectful."

Song Mingzhe paused every word with a loud sound, as if the sonorous jade was broken, and it seemed that the blood and tears had not been complained, and the hearts of those who listened were chilled.

"Unfilial." The last two words were read out, like a city gate hastily closed in the twilight, panic mixed with pain, Song Mingzhe cried out in pain, and fell to the ground crying, "It's all grandchildren who are unfilial. Grandson's fault, grandpa, wake up, beat me up, grandpa, grandpa!"

Xiao Yuchun's heart ached like a twist, his outstretched hand was hanging in the air, but he had no room for himself.

"Xiao Yuchun, I don't want to see you these days, so let's go." Song Mingzhe's crying stopped suddenly, his voice was full of coldness, like sex on a snow mountain, chilling people to the bone.

The weak candlelight of the white candle shone on Song Mingzhe's face, the wound on his forehead, the tear stains on his face mixed with dust, his expressionless face was like a weird mask.In this long night, Song Mingzhe was only accompanied by the crackling candlelight in the mourning hall.

Xiao Yuchun was sitting in the study, the bottles and jars in the Baibao Pavilion behind him faintly revealed the luxury of a wealthy family, and the corners of the letters in his hand were crumpled so that a single word could not be read.

I still think back to the words and phrases of Xifeng's report, "Song Xi followed the funeral procession, and the position of throwing basins was performed by Song Qian, the second grandson of the old man Song. Song Xi had a mournful look on his face. The tears will stop."

Song Mingzhe cried out with red and swollen eyes, "I don't want to see you again!" repeated in his ears, Xiao Yuchun's brows were full of gloom, he got up and spun a certain jade statue of toad swallowing clouds. There was a creaking sound from Baoge, and a secret room suddenly appeared behind it.

Xiao Yuchun took a small and light lantern at hand, and walked slowly down the stone steps. The flickering candlelight penetrated the crystal lampshade, elongating his figure infinitely.

At the end of the secret room is another study room, which is even similar to Xiao Yuchun's room layout. There is a person sitting in the room wearing an iron mask. He is admiring a painting with his head down. His gestures are somewhat reserved and complacent. .

"This painting is not bad," he raised the sketchy graffiti in his hand, hearing the voice seemed to be with a slight smile, Xiao Yuchun cautiously put the lantern at his feet.

"The old man doesn't know you're here, but you can't stay for long, he's already checking the few people who have entered and left the mansion recently." Xiao Yuchun's gaze was fixed on the hand of the man in the iron mask.

The man in the iron mask sighed for a long time, "Understood."

After a while, "Is she okay?" The man in the iron mask wandered for a while on Xiao Yuchun's body, and finally landed on the secret passage he came from.

"Very good." Xiao Yuchun's thin lips parted slightly, and he gave a short answer without much emotion.It could be seen that he treated the Man in the Iron Mask with almost awe.

In contrast, the man in the iron mask was much more relaxed and casual. He even put his legs up on the table, with a playful tone in his tone.

"The old man is in a hurry."

Xiao Yuchun walked a few steps in, and in the corner of the room were randomly placed several pots of orchids worth a thousand dollars, blooming silently in the dark place.Xiao Yuchun picked up a small bamboo watering spoon, poured water over and over again, and talked about it seemingly casually over and over again.

"Yueniang has already favored the harem, I think it's almost time."

The man in the iron mask stretched out and stuffed something cold into Xiao Yuchun's arms, "When I'm not around, remember to feed the fish for me."

Xiao Yuchun lowered his head and glanced at the black clouds and snows swimming lazily with their tails in the glass tank in his arms, and let out a low hum in his throat.

The man in the iron mask laughed three times, patted Xiao Yuchun on the shoulder, and waved his sleeves lightly, just a moment before he was about to step on the passage of the secret room.He stopped suddenly, did not turn around, but walked back in a backward posture, passed by Xiao Yuchun, and picked up a pen with a jade pen tube on the table.

"Although I said that I will not take anything away except my life, but this money has been with me for so many years, I really can't bear it." He seemed to be explaining to himself, but also to Xiao Yuchun.

Xiao Yuchun's lips moved, as if he wanted to laugh but held back, "Why don't you take all the four treasures of the study room, you have been reluctant to touch me for so many years."

The man in the iron mask glared at Xiao Yuchun, "It's not you who made me mess up!"

"If I never return from this trip..." the man in the iron mask murmured.

"This road is prepared for Yuchun, there must be someone who can go on it." Xiao Yuchun's face did not change, his face flickered in the dim light in the secret room.

Song Mingzhe had been kneeling outside the house for a long time, when there was rumbling thunder from the sky, he wiped his face, not sure if it was rain or tears.My aunt's decisive voice was still in my ears, "Go away, you will just pretend you don't have this home." Song Mingzhe lowered his head, and with his fingers vigorously, he grabbed a handful of soil from the door of the house with the grass and roots, and put it in front of his eyes Watching it being washed away by the rain a little bit from the palm of my hand.

An umbrella appeared behind him, propping up a clear sky without rain for himself.

"Come with me."

Song Mingzhe didn't answer, Mo Yu's eyes were burning with despair, he said with his already hoarse throat, "Do you know what I said to my grandfather at the end?"

"I don't know! I only know that you are ruining yourself. Do you know how much painstaking efforts I have spent to pull out half of your foot that stepped into the Palace of Hades, and you are walking back, do you know that?!" Xiao Yuchun was furious , threw the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, hugged Song Mingzhe by the waist, and was about to drag him away.

"Let me go, let me go!" Song Mingzhe, who had been living on thin porridge for the past few days, was Xiao Yuchun's opponent, and he staggered to his feet after being pulled twice.

He lowered his head, Xiao Yuchun's hand was nearby, at this moment Song Mingzhe was like a beast with nowhere to vent, he bit it without even looking.

Xiao Yuchun let out a muffled snort, feeling bloody, but he didn't let go, the two of them stood deadlocked in the rain in this posture.

Song Mingzhe cried out loudly, after several days of hard work, he was out of breath and almost lost his strength.Xiao Yuchun patted Song Mingzhe's back lightly, layer upon layer of gentleness in his eyes, like thousands of layers of veil.

Song Mingzhe knocked on the door several times and wanted to go home to help, but all of them were rejected by his aunt.

"Our house is so small, it can't accommodate your big Buddha." Auntie's voice could be heard through the door, exhausted.

Grandpa had never seen Auntie and Ganbao since he went up the mountain. Song Mingzhe put his face on the door for a long time, and said in a low voice, "Auntie, take a good rest. Ganbao is still young. Let me sit in the hall. At least the family will have an extra income."

The other side was speechless for a long time, and Song Mingzhe chuckled to himself that maybe he agreed to his plea.Gan Bao's immature voice came out, "Brother Xixi, hurry up, or mother will be angry again,"

The place where Gan Bao's voice came from was lower than Song Mingzhe's height. Song Mingzhe squatted halfway at the door, putting his ears on the door.

"Brother Xixi, when my mother calms down, I will intercede for you. Don't stand at the door."

Before Song Mingzhe could say hello, the tears in his eyes were shaking and about to fall again.

The homeless Song Mingzhe lived in Xiao Yuchun's small courtyard again.The difference from the last time is that Song Mingzhe, who was arguing for delicious food and fun before, was often in a daze, and could often sit in the yard with his hands folded and watch the clouds all afternoon.

He is not picky about his diet, and even picked up his chopsticks and sighed long after he asked someone to shout at the meal time. As a result, he lost weight in front of his eyes, and the sharp chin contour was even more obvious.

Xiao Yuchun didn't force him to stay in the yard, but Song Mingzhe drew an invisible circle for himself, the ground was a prison, and what was imprisoned was his own heart.

"Anything." "It's fine." "You can figure it out." Song Mingzhe answered all Xiao Yuchun's questions lightly.

Xiao Yuchun pressed Song Mingzhe against the wall with his hands up and down, feeling that his body and heart were both cold.Song Mingzhe turned his head to one side, and said softly, "Be gentle with the trouble."

The indifference between his eyebrows and eyes was as clear as green onion tofu, Xiao Yuchun was short of breath, glared at Song Mingzhe viciously, and threw him on the bed with a bang.

Song Mingzhe accepted his fate and closed his eyes. After waiting for a long time, he didn't wait for his next move.

"Just spoil yourself like this!" Xiao Yuchun left behind these words and walked away.Song Mingzhe sat on the bed alone until the candles were extinguished, until late at night, until dawn.

In the early morning, there was still morning fog, and Song Mingzhe, dressed in old clothes, blocked the door before his aunt went out in the morning.

"Auntie!" He stuffed half of his body into the door that he saw that he was about to close. "I'll just say a few words," he begged, but the aunt's eyes were red, and the night fragrance in her hand didn't splash on it after all.

"I will go out for a walk, and when I come back, I will definitely not lose the reputation of Baicaotang!"

My aunt stared into his eyes, wanting to spray his face with a mouthful of saliva, but in front of her eyes, he appeared like a tiger-headed tiger-headed tiger, and followed behind her fawningly, "Auntie, auntie, I will beat your back and you will give me ten coppers!" Is pocket money okay?"

When she was about to spit on him, she found that he was covered in old clothes that she had sewed by herself. Under the lights of the family, she happily talked about the old shoe soles, but Qin's newly hardened heart could no longer be hardened. She turned her head, "My brother wants to go out for a walk, so go..."

Song Mingzhe's smile hadn't reached his eyes yet, his dimples hadn't been filled with a smile yet, the door that was open to him at any time was closed heavily in front of his face.

Song Mingzhe touched the ashes on his nose, and looked back at the sky. The clouds in the distance were thinly floating in the air.

"He's gone?" Amidst the sound of gongs and drums, Xiao Yuchun still couldn't believe it, and asked three times repeatedly, "It's confirmed, don't you just go out for a stroll?" Xifeng's eyes flicked across He Qifeng not far away, "It's been confirmed , a few pieces of clothing, a few pieces of silver, and the bone of the fan that the master broke last time, nothing else was taken away."

Xiao Yuchun played with the Begonia Red Jun Kiln bowl in his hand, his phoenix eyes flickered, "Where can you go in the whole world?"

Xifeng lowered his head and pretended to be dead, his master was responsible for thinking with his brain, and Xifeng was responsible for his actions with his hands, feet and limbs.

"Which direction do you think he went?" Xiao Yuchun still didn't give up, and asked Xi Feng one more question.

"Xiaodongzi said that when he was packing up, he sang all the way north until it was about winter."

"..." Could it be that Xiaoguan Song went to the north to dig ginseng?

They guessed the direction wrong, Song Mingzhe sat in the bullock cart with grass in his mouth, and wobbled out of the city gate.He looked back at the place where he was born and raised. The tall towers, old plaques, and Erlang in blue-gray armor gradually shrank in his sight.Song Mingzhe yelled outside the city gate, "I'm leaving!" Echoes were faintly heard in the mountains and rivers, and eardrums were ringing, but no one answered.

The only one who can bid farewell is his own past. There is no one to see him off, no refreshing wine to practice, and no farewell outside the long pavilion. Song Mingzhe simply sat up cross-legged and hummed a little tune from somewhere, "From today onwards, let me watch the master play Ma Xi traveled three thousand miles, poured out the bottom of a bowl of wine—" He went farther and farther, and never looked back.

The youth and frivolity of the past, the old days of wanton play, those days of mischief, and the countless tricks of eating, drinking and having fun in the capital are all left behind and will be forgotten one day.