Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

It's Gusu again, and it's early winter again.

Four years ago when the gentleman came back from swimming, he almost lost his life in Longshen Mountain. Xiao Beicheng was terrified. This time, no matter what, he would not be allowed to run around. After bringing him back to Jun's old house, he Waiting outside the courtyard, before the man entered the door, he handed Zhang a handkerchief over.

Shen Ci was puzzled, "My lord, you have come all the way, why don't you go in with me and have a seat."

Xiao Beicheng closed his eyes and rested his mind, and said: "He hasn't come back for many years, he must be homesick. He is such an old man, there is no need to follow him all the time, give him some freedom."

With these words, no one will disturb the peace of Junziyou.

Pushing open the door of the old house, dust rushed towards him, choking him to cough a few times. He hurriedly tied the silk handkerchief on his face, took the feather duster that was still in the old place, and swept away the dust that had accumulated on the furniture for a long time.

After the old house was repaired, Jun Ziyou never came back. Unexpectedly, the objects here were all arranged as they were, which shows that the man put his heart into it.

Feeling melancholy, he swept away the dust beside the bed and sat down, looking at the gauze that had been stained black by the dust, the past was vivid in his memory, and he recalled his childhood spent here peacefully.

At that time, he was not as tall as the table and case, and he knelt on the chair to read and practice calligraphy. His father took his hand and taught him to write regular characters one by one.If he did well, he would hold his head and praise him, if he didn't do well, he would just shake his head and practice with him a few more times.

Such a gentle and kind father, he was seriously ill when he was 12 years old, and suddenly passed out while teaching. Afterwards, his chest was always painful, and he would vomit blood when it was severe.

It was already too late when the doctor was called in for a consultation. The doctor said that my father had suffered from overwork.

He refused to believe that his father, who had always been healthy, would leave him so soon, that father who had always been young, and begged the doctor to save his father's life, even begging on his knees.

I remember that at that time, his father endured the pain and took his hand. He was crying, gritted his teeth and refused to get up, so his father picked him up and said to the doctor: "Just let me live a little longer, I want to live again." Be with him well."

So my father started a full year of long-distance running.

The doctor once said that his father's body would never last three months, but his father endured the pain and walked with him through three months after another.

During this year, he seemed to have learned everything, from an ignorant child to a handsome young man, serving in front of and behind the bed every day, cooking and feeding medicine, and deeply imprinting things that should not be learned by men in mind.

He found that his father was no longer young. There were silver threads in his black hair, his eyes were dull, and his body was very tired.Before I knew it, there were a few more wrinkles on his face, and he looked haggard.

The doctor who came to see him often said that he didn't know what was good or bad. "With this disease, do you know how painful it is for him to live and how much courage it takes? If it were me, I would let him go early and suffer less."

He knew he was selfish, but he really didn't want his father to leave like that.

His father is his only relative in this world, his father is gone, he is a lonely person, what is the point of living...

But later, his father still left. He was so sick that he couldn’t even feed the medicine. He seemed to say something with trembling lips, but he didn’t hear clearly. He saw his father raised his fingertips with great difficulty, knowing that his father missed that person , carried him to the front of the court, let him lie on the recliner, and looked at the distant mountains and lonely snow for the last time.

His father said to him...

Jun Ziyou was stunned suddenly, looking at the mountain scenery outside the Xuan window, he couldn't remember his father's last words at that time.

"Father, what did you say..."

A soft cat meow rang in his ears, and Xiao Hei ran over at some point, with a ribbon in his mouth, and when he saw him come back to his senses, he fell into his arms and acted like a baby, his little head burrowed into his palm.

"You little guy, thank you for accompanying my father through the most painful time. Now that I think about it, I really feel sorry for his old man."

Xiao Hei showed his belly half-understood, and brought the ribbon closer, Jun Ziyou realized that it looked familiar.

"Isn't this used to bind bookcases... you little bastard, you know how to make trouble for me all day long

Xiao Hei was startled by him, jumped off the bed and ran away, Jun Ziyou chased after him, and bumped into Xiao Beicheng who was standing outside as soon as he opened the door.

"My lord? You... why don't you come in and sit down."

Xiao Beicheng glanced into the room calmly, swallowed the truth, and said with his hands behind his back: "It's too dirty inside, I don't care about it."

"Okay, what are you holding in your hand?"

It was only then that Xiao Beicheng remembered his reason for coming, and looked down at the old books with torn covers in his hand, "Just now Xiao Hei was digging a hole in the backyard, and Shen Ci found a decayed wooden box buried underneath. I brought a few books to this lord, and I thought it should be something you hid, so I brought it."

Jun Ziyou took the book and flipped through a few pages, and said with a smile: "I didn't hide it, it should be my father. He has the most exquisite thoughts, and he kept all the poems and doodles I wrote when I was young. I was afraid that I would be shy if I saw it, so I buried it. But the place where I found it was not good, and there was no shelter from the wind and rain, and the boxes were all broken."

"I can't see that your father loves you so much."

"Yeah, we are not related by blood, but he treats me from the bottom of his heart. It is because he has nothing to do with me that he is willing to treat me sincerely and drags me so much that he is so kind to me. I feel that I have never been able to thank him enough for my whole life. Now that he has passed away for many years, counting the days, he should be reincarnated. I think that when I live a stable life in the future, I will adopt a adopted son who looks like me, who also looks like me. That's how my father treated me."

There seemed to be stars shining in his eyes, Xiao Beicheng saw it, couldn't help touching his eyelids, and while the man closed his eyes, he said something that would reveal his inner turmoil.

"Have you ever thought about having a child of your own?"

The man replied without even thinking about it: "No. When I was with the prince, I never thought about marrying a wife and having children. Now that I think about it, I was already a few years old and I was not married. I am destined to have a good marriage with the prince, so wait for you to pick me up."

"You idiot..." Xiao Beicheng let go, hooked his shoulders instead, and brought him to the front of the court to see the hazy scene of the distant mountains shrouded in mist, "It's still early, but what do you want to do. "

"There's a place I want to go, my lord, would you like to accompany me? Just the two of us."

"Alright, let Shen Ci and the others clean up the place. You have not recovered from your asthma, so don't inhale too much smoke. It's good to just go out for a stroll."

Jun Ziyou fetched a bucket of clean water from the backyard, and took Xiao Beicheng up the mountain with only a wooden water ladle.

The mountain here is rugged, bumpy all the way, and weeds are overgrown in many places, growing as high as a person, making it very difficult to walk.Obviously, few people come here on weekdays.

Although Junziyou is physically weak, he is still in good spirits. From time to time, he stops to pick a handful of small yellow, yellow and white flowers, and holds them in a bunch in his hand.

This barren mountain is not high, but the road is very winding. There are a few old trees with crooked necks that have not been taken care of, and they are almost dead. It looks very desolate.

"This way, why not go..."

Jun Ziyou wiped the sweat from his brow, and grinned at the person, "Please trouble the prince to accompany me to visit the grave."

After walking for about half a quarter of an hour, the two arrived at the place. Looking from a distance, the grass on the grave was taller than a person. No wonder he kept thinking about going home.

Xiao Beicheng walked with a dull head, and asked with some reluctance: "You haven't come back to see it for the past three years?"

"It's too late to escape. If I don't save my life to go to the grave, I will have seen my ancestors by now."

He smiled heartlessly, wiped off the stone bench first, let Xiao Beicheng sit down and rest, and then went to pull the weeds from the grave.

Pulling weeds with bare hands, the thin blades of grass are like knives, which will cut fine wounds.Xiao Beicheng couldn't bear him to do this and wanted to help, but Junziyou refused.

"It's enough for the prince to rest. If the old ancestor knew that King Jin came to clean the house in person, he might jump out and kneel down to thank him." He was amused by himself as he spoke, "I'll just say, if it wasn't for taking up a surname , the ancestors may not be willing to recognize me. Wang Ye, look, this is my father."

Looking in the direction he pointed, the tombstone was engraved with the words "The Tomb of Yifu Jun Sigui". The incense burner before the funeral had fallen to the ground, and the incense ash had disappeared.

Jun Ziyou scooped up a spoonful of water, drenched the tombstone from top to bottom, and wiped off the dust on it with a fine cloth, revealing the pure stone color of the white marble.

"In order to bury my father generously, I went to Qinlou to perform as a performer. I earned some money by playing the piano there, and took care of my father's funeral."

"So your book..."

The man smiled embarrassingly, "I only understood those things in Qinlou, but I haven't tried it, it's all based on the few words and my own imagination when the girls teased me."

"You're really good at thinking. When others read your broken book, they only think that the author must be a prostitute who knows this well. Even this king didn't expect that he would be a child."

"Ahem...My lord, in front of my father, save me some face."

Jun Ziyou pushed the man to the next to the stele engraved with "The Tomb of Yi Zi Jun Zi An", and carefully removed the plaster on it.

"This is my elder brother. He died when he was seven years old. He was a moment older than me. Now, I am 20 years older than him. When my elder brother passed away, my father had a serious illness. Maybe the disease was depressed at that time. In my heart, I never got better, so later..."

Xiao Beicheng caught a glimpse of a hollowed-out tomb next to this tomb. The handwriting on the stele was so dirty that it could not be seen clearly. After sweeping away the dust, what was written on it was...

"The Tomb of Junziyou..."

Jun Ziyou washed his hands, pulled the man back, went forward and kicked the surrounding mounds of lumpy soil, only kicking down a few stones.

"Actually, not long after my father left, I also suffered from asthma. Knowing that this disease cannot be cured, and it may not be cured in the future, I dug a hole for myself and erected a monument, thinking that I would not trouble others. , if it is really gone, please ask someone to bring me here and bury me, and I have to thank them very much.”

"you……"

"I used to be young and ignorant. I was afraid that no one would care about me after I died. When I came here to accompany my father, I always brought two catties of paper money and saved some for myself. If I go down by then, my father has already reincarnated." It’s too bad that no one is supporting me. At that time, I just thought about it, it’s okay to just go, quietly, and no one needs to worry about it, but now I think about it differently.”

Holding his breath, he pushed the tombstone down, fell into the pit, and dug the surrounding soft soil to bury the tombstone.

After doing this, he patted the dust off his body, went to his father's tombstone, knelt down and kowtowed three times, smiling silly.

"Father, I have someone to accompany me. I won't be alone in the future. You can rest assured. I want to ask for your forgiveness. If I leave this time, I'm afraid I won't come back, and I won't come back after death. You Forgive my son for his unfilial piety, you are not alone here with your elder brother, but the prince is alone, if I don’t accompany him, he will be lonely in the future, what will he do if he misses me.”

Xiao Beicheng was dumb, and wanted to scold him, but felt that the words were sour and sad, so he gave up when the words came to his lips, and just patted him on the shoulder.

"Okay, we were born in the same bed, we died in the same bed, we are with each other, no one is alone."

The man's tense emotions finally collapsed, and the tears that he had endured for a long time welled up in his eyes, covering his face with his hands, the dust and tears mixed together, and mud was mixed on his face.

"My lord, you... tell my father not to miss me. I, I have a good life in the capital, much more comfortable than when I was in Gusu."

Xiao Beicheng was sad to hear that, thinking that this was a wish he couldn't let go of, he fulfilled his wish, and muttered to the tombstone: "Senior, don't worry, this king will treat him well and let him live the rest of his life well."

After hearing this, Jun Ziyou cried even harder, "No, my lord, my father won't let me go, he cried so badly, I can't bear it..."

These words made Xiao Beicheng feel a little strange, stroked the man's chin to make him raise his head, and met his eyes, which were hazy with tears, and it didn't seem like he was acting.

He tentatively asked, "Ziyou, what are you talking about?"

"My lord, didn't you hear my father crying?"

"..."

"He's really crying, listen."

Xiao Beicheng felt the hairs all over his body stand on end, and when he listened carefully, there was indeed a faint cry coming from the forest.

Miserable, she looks like a woman...

The author has something to say: Do you feel that you will always treat people with a smile on your face, but in fact, Ziyou, who has deep loneliness, pain and helplessness in his heart, is also very distressing?

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