[Jian San] Let's drink tea from big brother

When Su Shaoqing asked Ye Zhengyang to go at first, Ye Zhengyang refused.

The last time he went to someone's wedding, he was still in a panic, and now this suddenly called him over, maybe it was someone's child's first birthday banquet, and he was looking at it stupidly. Su Shaoqing looked at Mo Wenshang with a constipated face, and there was indescribable sadness and love in his brows.

No matter what, I feel that this scene is like a scene that only appeared in the sad romance youth pain novels that girls liked when he was in junior high school.

It was almost half bright and half sad.

But Ye Zhengyang couldn't really let Su Shaoqing alone. For a person like Su Shaoqing who said that to him, I don't know how determined he was.

So after receiving Su Shaoqing's letter, Ye Zhengyang set off for Chang'an Wanhua Valley that day.

It was early spring, and there was still a bit of coldness in the air. Along the way, the roadside scenery changed from the warmth of spring in southern Xinjiang, with peach blossoms everywhere, to thin dead branches, and some trees sprouted a few leaves. Or a tree of light white plum blossoms, which is quite unique.

Su Shaoqing was waiting for Ye Zhengyang at the entrance of Wanhua Valley. He was wearing a crescent-white cloak, his hands were wrapped in his sleeves, and his eyes were far-reaching. Even in Chang'an, he seemed to still have a few flakes of snow on the top of Huashan Mountain in Chunyang Palace. It looks like a banished fairy.

Seeing the other party's expression, Ye Zhengyang knew that there was probably nothing good to come here this time, but he felt that it would be a bit heavy if he asked the other party what was going on in a serious manner at this time, so he deliberately relaxed his tone and said to Su Shaoqing, "Oh, what's the matter?" , This is finally considered, and I want this young master to come and snatch the marriage for you? It’s just that it’s overdue, and I really can’t help you.”

Su Shaoqing pulled out his hands, and the long hair bound inside Hentian Gao didn't seem to be used to such restraints. A few strands of dark hair fell down, matching his skin like jade. He said to Ye Zhengyang, "You'll know when you go in."

Ye Zhengyang followed Su Shaoqing into the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers. Even though it was cold and early spring outside, the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers was still in full bloom, almost unreasonably blooming like a monster.

The figure of Huasheng Yuqing in the distance is busy with something, and all the disciples in Guzhong are dressed in black clothes, walking over silently.

It was probably because it was too lively when he came last time, but now when he came this time, he felt that Wanhua Valley was too quiet.

Ye Zhengyang happened to see Mo Wenxiao in a blink of an eye. The other party was still so thin and inconspicuous. He glanced at Su Shaoqing and Ye Zhengyang. He stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the two of them. Ye Zhengyang followed Su Shaoqing for two minutes inexplicably. After a few steps, he finally lost his composure and said to Su Shaoqing, "What are we doing here?"

Su Shaoqing stopped, raised his eyes, turned his head to look at Ye Zhengyang, and said to him, "Ye Zhengyang."

When he called his name, his voice was slightly lower than usual, and Ye Zhengyang suddenly had an ominous premonition. He looked at Su Shaoqing without blinking, and heard Su Shaoqing slowly say, "Mo Wenshang is dead."

Su Shaoqing said it too lightly, but it made Ye Zhengyang dizzy as if he had been slapped on the head by an epee. He tried hard to clear his mind and stammered to Su Shaoqing, "Wait, wait, Su Shaoqing, I don't think this joke is too good That's funny, can you change it?"

Su Shaoqing stopped and said to Ye Zhengyang, "I don't want to go in."

"If you're willing, go offer me a stick of incense, if you don't, then go."

Ye Zhengyang didn't even know how he got to Mo Wenshang's mourning hall.

Mo Wenshang's lively appearance when he got married is still vivid in his memory, the sky was full of red like peach blossoms, but in just one year, that high-spirited young man had disappeared.

Ye Zhengyang walked in bravely. The mourning hall was hung with white curtains, which looked solemn and dull. The spring breeze blowing in outside the door made Ye Zhengyang shiver. name.

The incense burner surrounded the curling green smoke, hovering and rising in the air, and Ye Zhengyang felt oppressed for no reason.

His feelings for Mo Wenshang are no better than those with Su Shaoqing or Shiwei. After all, Mo Wenshang didn't get along with him that long, but when the person who used to chat and laugh with him suddenly became With a handful of ashes, Ye Zhengyang's heart felt as if someone had hit him with a sap, and he couldn't breathe.

The mourning hall was quiet, Ye Zhengyang walked over, but saw a woman in white sitting in a corner of the mourning hall, Ye Zhengyang turned his head, the woman saw him, and smiled encouragingly.

Ye Zhengyang recognized her, she was the shy and beautiful newlywed who was wearing a phoenix coronet and Xia Pei that day.

But now, she is dressed in linen and mourning without rouge, and the child in her arms is probably only a few months old, sleeping quietly.

Ye Zhengyang always felt that he was quite eloquent, but at this moment he didn't know what to say.

Mo stood up and said softly to Ye Zhengyang, "Didn't Daoist Su come?"

Ye Zhengyang suddenly felt that he couldn't turn around to play. After hesitating for 2 minutes, he finally said awkwardly, "He's outside, probably he doesn't want to come in..."

Mrs. Mo nodded slightly. Most of the female disciples in Wanhua Valley are gentle and friendly, and she is no exception. She put the child in her arms on the soft couch next to her, and said softly, "Young Xia Ye, please wait a moment."

Ye Zhengyang stood there, feeling a little embarrassed, so he poked his head to look at the child, the child was blushing from sleep, Ye Zhengyang stretched out his hand and lightly poked the little face, feeling that the other party was about to wake up, and hurried away go far.

He is really not very good at dealing with creatures like children.

After waiting there for a while, Mrs. Mo came out, holding a white jar in both hands, pursing his lips slightly, and handed the thing to Ye Zhengyang, "Please, Shaoxia Ye, entrust this to Daoist Su."

Ye Zhengyang took it passively, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "What is this?"

Mo shi sighed, and said softly, "Brother Mo's ashes."

……

Mo said, "I originally wanted to hand it over to Daoist Su directly, but since Daoist Su doesn't want to come, I can only entrust it to you, Shaoxia Ye. This is also the wish of Senior Brother Mo during his lifetime."

Ye Zhengyang suddenly felt that the girl in front of him was very pitiful, she was still a widow at a young age, even though the Tang Dynasty was not as strict as the Qing Dynasty, but she still had children with her, if it wasn't for the care and support of Wanhua Valley, she would be a widow in the future. It's going to be a tough day, I'm afraid.

What's more, now the husband's ashes have to be entrusted to another person.

Ye Zhengyang said, "Don't you think that's unfair...I'm not talking about anything else, you clearly know Mo Wenshang..."

"No, senior brother Mo is a very good person." Mo's eyes turned to the mourning hall, the spiritual tablet engraved with Mo Wenshang's name was safely placed in the center, Mo's mouth slightly curled up, as if he was recalling something, " Brother Mo was very popular in Huagu back then, not only his medical skills are superb, he is handsome, but also he has a good character, many seniors and sisters like him."

Ye Zhengyang wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he decided to listen to the other party.

"It's just that at that time, I preferred the story of the aloof and indifferent Taoist priest of Chunyang Palace who fell in love with Senior Sister Gu alone." Mo Shi tried to smile.

Ye Zhengyang remembered that it should be the matter of Gu Zhilan and Qi Jin, Mo sighed softly, "I thought that all the priests of Chunyang Palace were infatuated men with affection and intention, but I didn't expect that I was too naive and whimsical, In the end, it ended up that the mother and daughter were abandoned outside Huashan Gate together."

"At that time, I was outside the Huashan Gate, all hope was lost. Although I was a child of the world, I also knew that people's words were scary. I had a child before I got married. Everyone knew what outsiders would say, and I was abandoned by my sweetheart. I wanted to jump down from Mount Hua with the baby in my belly, at that time, it was Brother Mo who saved me."

"He helped me to cook medicine and pass on the exercises. He raised his body and was willing to marry me. He gave us a mother and son a shelter. I am very grateful to him." The voice of the child on the couch was choked with sobs, and Ye Zhengyang couldn't help but said, "Then, you knew from the beginning..."

"Well, of course I know." Mo nodded slightly, and said softly, "Senior Brother Mo told me a lot about Daoist Su, and I like people too much, so I can see it naturally, Senior Brother Mo When mentioning the other party, what is the emotion in the eyes."

"Ye Shaoxia, so please be sure to hand over this ashes to Daoist Su. No matter how Daoist Su handles it, it can be regarded as an end to Brother Mo and Qingqing's worries."

"Huh?" Ye Zhengyang was stunned for a moment, "Excuse me, what did you call it just now?"

Mo's voice was soft, lowered his eyes slightly, and said softly, "My maiden name is Su, and my name is Qingqing."