west wind sleepless

"Brother, let's go catch fish!" The child's crisp voice rang in his ears, dispelling the black mist in front of him.

He slowly opened his eyes.

By the lake, vines are in full bloom.The gentle water breeze blows, and the faint fresh smell is a bright summer.

Bowing his head, a little hand of a six-year-old child was grabbing his sleeve and shaking it excitedly, "Let's go!"

He thought about it and shook his head: "No, you are going to learn martial arts from Master Ge, and he will get angry if you are late."

"Why are you angry? He passed my test yesterday! Leave him alone, let's catch fish!"

He hesitated for a while, but he was still moved after all, and nodded with a smile: "That's good!"

Avoiding everyone's sight, he secretly hid in the lotus leaves on the bank, listening to the "Second Young Master, Second Young Master" on the shore, he saw the child who was regarded as a treasure by the whole family showing a mischievous and proud smile, and couldn't help laughing ...

A large area of ​​mist envelops, blurring the shore of the lake in summer...

What is that... It seems to be autumn leaves, one by one, withered and yellow, falling to the ground...

He stood blankly in the west wind.

"Look at your future, it's embarrassing! Did we treat you badly?" The majestic voice of the elder, scolding every sentence in the street, was full of disgust and impatience...

He was holding on to his half-painted painting, as if holding on to the little hope he had left, and couldn't bear to let it go.

The young man who was following the elder snatched the painting away, and looked at him coldly: "Father wants you to go back."

His hands were empty, he looked at the brushes and blank paper scattered on the ground, and his heart was very empty, as if what was originally contained in it had been smashed and discarded.

In fact, they all look down on him so much, hate him so much, and hope he doesn't exist so much...

He hoped so too!

He doesn't like them either, doesn't want to be with them, and... also wishes he didn't exist!

Who wants to be with them!Who wants to... In the hazy sadness, the mist shrouded again...

When Yin Qingyu fell asleep in the house, Yin Fengxiang and his mother were walking in the Qinglu Garden with a well-dressed monk, and a row of servants followed behind him respectfully.

Qinglu Garden has not welcomed such a large crowd for many years, and it seemed lively for a while.

"This chrysanthemum really blooms better than other places." The monk nodded and waved his sleeves. "This Yin Qi is also heavier than other places."

When the word "yin qi" was mentioned, Mrs. Yin unconsciously glanced at the small vermilion pavilion, and quietly covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

"What do you think, master? Is my brother's illness related to this garden?" Yin Fengxiang asked.

"To tell you the truth, this garden is a place of yin accumulation. It is not a big hindrance for ordinary people to walk. If a woman or a weak man lives there for a long time, it is easy to be invaded by yin and evil. Mr. Yin's repeated illness is an example. Amitabha!"

"Ask the master how to resolve it?"

"It's easy to find the root of the disease. This root is the Yin Qi of the garden. If it is moved out of this place..."

Mrs. Yin frowned: "Although our Fenghua Villa is big, the owner doesn't have many courtyards. Except for Zhenfengju, Qinghua Pavilion, and Yanlaixuan, only Qinglu Garden is more spacious. It’s a servant, how can we build a courtyard in time?”

To be honest, she didn't care about Yin Qingyu's illness.I was already weak, and lived in seclusion all year round, so it's no wonder my health is good!It's all right to ask a doctor to take a look if she's sick, she doesn't understand why Fengxiang is so aggressive, and even invited Guanghua, an eminent monk from Huyun Temple, to make a special trip to see Fengshui, and there is still a momentum to start construction!

"There is another way," Guanghua twirled his beard thoughtfully, "living with a person with strong yang energy can also protect him from yin and evil."

"A person with strong yang energy?" Mrs. Yin said.

"That's right. Ma'am is a woman, and she is feminine. What the poor monk said must be a man." Guanghua smiled, looked at them one by one, and finally stopped on Yin Fengxiang, "The owner is young and vigorous, and he is very brave. According to the poor monk, the person with the most yang energy in the village must be the owner of the village."

Yin Fengxiang said: "Since this is the case, today I will move in and live with my brother."

"Fengxiang? You..." Mrs. Yin suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Master Yin cherishes the brotherhood, and has such filial piety towards his elder brother. It's kind, kind." Guanghua clasped his hands very touched.

"Feng Xiang!" Mrs. Yin asked anxiously, regardless of the old monk's praise, "You are the owner of a village, and you live in this place..." The place is small and dark, if Feng Xiang...

"Mom, I've made up my mind. You don't have to worry."

Mrs. Yin knew Yin Fengxiang's temper, and at the same time she didn't want to stay in this place where people were hanged for a long time, so she stopped talking and left with her maid unhappy.