Show Love [Quick Transmigration]

In a small village with simple folk customs in the south, the villagers here work at sunrise and rest at sunset every day. Every evening, the smoke from the kitchen above the roofs of each family's roof interweaves with the gorgeous sunset glow, forming a beautiful picture scroll.

In front of a simple thatched hut, a group of children surrounded a young man with a gentle smile, listening to his story attentively. "...The kid named Kong Rong thought about it, chose a small pear, and gave the big pear to his younger brother."

"Mr. Wei, Mr. Wei, someone is looking for you!" A teenage boy ran over and shouted, interrupting the young man's story.

"Don't worry, speak slowly." The young man called Mr. Wei went into the house and poured out a bowl of warm water. The young man who reported the message had already recovered his breath, took the bowl and dried it, and then continued, "A beautiful carriage came to the entrance of the village, followed by many officers and soldiers, and then a man was asking around with a portrait of you, sir. My mother told me to come and tell you quickly, telling you to leave quickly."

When Mr. Wei heard the news, he was stunned for a few seconds, then turned around and told the children to leave first, "That's the end of today's story, it's getting late, you all go home. "

"Yes, sir." The tidy childish voice made Mr. Wei's complicated mood a little easier.

"Little Huzi, go and bring them here." Mr. Wei touched the boy's head and sighed, "This is a debt I owed before."

Because of the respect he has always had for the only teacher in the village, Xiao Huzi obediently went to the entrance of the village to find those gorgeously dressed people, but Ren turned his head back and forth worriedly.

When Xiaohuzi came back, Mr. Wei changed into new clothes, as if he was about to meet some valuable guest, the coachman followed carefully. Behind the carriage, apart from the officers and soldiers that Xiaohuzi mentioned, there were still some people who were worried about Mr. Wei. villagers.

The person holding the portrait next to Xiao Huzi compared the man in Tsing Yi in front of the hut, and found that he was the same boy as the boy in the portrait except for his age. Then he returned to the carriage and said something. Those who did not come out finally stretched out a hand to push aside the curtain.

When Xiao Huzi saw it, he felt that the people in the carriage were more imposing than the magistrates he had seen, they were obviously only around thirty, but later he realized that it was the unique aura of Tianhuang nobles.Watching that person walk in front of Mr. Wei, he said in an unclear tone, "Long time no see."

"Yeah, long time no see." Chu Sixuan looked at Hua Yijin in front of him, and the previous nervousness disappeared, and there was no more disturbance in his heart, "Did the emperor ask you to come?"

"It's too late for the second brother to care about state affairs, why would he worry about these little grievances between us." Hua Yijin rarely made a joke, and then gave the answer that surprised Chu Sixuan, "It's the eldest brother."

"Yijue?!"

"Yeah," Hua Yijin also thought of the inexplicable grievances between the person opposite and her brother, "find a place to sit down and talk slowly?"

"If you don't dislike it, go to the house and talk about it."

"Wait, aren't you coming out yet?" Hua Yijin said the first sentence to Chu Sixuan, but the latter sentence was directed at the remaining person in the carriage.

The curtain flew up, and a man who looked a little like Hua Yijin also strode over, the Seventh Prince Hua Yiyue.

"Big brother gave the jade pendant representing the identity of the prince and the letter to the local magistrate, and asked him to give the letter to me." After the three of them sat down in the room, Hua Yijin said slowly, "He wrote in the letter Your experience in those days, and he was suffering from typhoid fever, and he knew that he didn’t have many days, so he wanted to ask me to take care of you. He said that he knew that he was sorry for us back then, and he didn’t ask us to treat you as before. He just hoped to find someone A house and some servants, so you can live more comfortably."

"Can you leave me alone for a while?" Chu Sixuan asked after being quiet for a while.

Hua Yiyue wanted to say something, but Hua Yijin stopped her and pulled her out.

Chu Sixuan stared at the blurred reflection in the cup without focus. After a long time, a drop of tear fell into the cup, causing ripples, but her thoughts were still immersed in memories.

Chu Sixuan remembers that when he "splurged" all the poems he remembered and was ridiculed by others that his talent was exhausted, the person told himself that he had already realized that there might be some problems with his talent, but talent is not because he loves himself It doesn't matter whether you have talent or not.

But he is still brooding over those vain pasts, unable to hear his sincerity, he still patiently relieves him without any complaints, it's incredible, isn't it, obviously, he should be enjoying other people's hospitality above the palace, if I didn't have my own words, but at that time, I started to learn how to make a fire and cook, how to make money to support my family, which completely subverted the previous image.

And just now, I realized the true meaning of the phrase "Go back to them" before he fell asleep forever.Presumably he had already made arrangements for himself, so he left with such peace of mind. He always likes to make all the arrangements in places he doesn't know.It turns out that the person who thought it impossible to love herself deeply is the one who loves herself the most...

I still remember when they first met, neither of them knew the identity of the other, but they sarcastically sarcasm each other because of a jade pendant, and they almost staged a martial arts act.Who would have known that the fondness that the proud young man played with would one day become so joyful that it made people feel guilty.

Chu Sixuan asked him more than once, what can I do?

He said, because it was you.

Decades later, in a house in the imperial city.

"Little Tiger." An old man put down the pen in his hand, and called out the people who had followed him for decades, "Send this painting to the merchant. As for the reward, take it, and I can share with you." The daughter-in-law went back to her hometown to buy a piece of land and lived a good life."

"Sir, why?" The boy back then was also carved into an uncle by time, "I won't go back, Hu Zi said that I would serve you for the rest of my life."

"I have a feeling, it's only been a few days..." The old man walked aside and stared at the paintings hanging on the wall. Every one of them was taken outside for a high price, but these paintings Only one person was drawn. "Little Huzi, after I die, remember to melt these paintings with me, and then scatter the ashes into the sea."

"Understood." Because I have heard this order many times, so little tiger, ahem, tiger also responded very skillfully.

Three days later, the old man passed away silently in his sleep.

In the later "Who's Who" records, Wei Wangren, a famous painter, is especially good at portraits. His paintings are hard to find, but he often paints his beloved lover for the poor, and he doesn't get a penny...