Young man, rich and easy to talk

Speaking of Tang Xian, Tang Mu, who has already been in the ancient tomb, has to be involved.

He remembered the day when he first met Tang Mu.

Qin Xichao was brought up by his master and wife in the villa since he was a child. He didn't know who his real parents were. His master never kept this from him, and he didn't care much.The so-called teacher for one day and father for life, he sometimes directly called his master his father, admitting that he was a member of the Qin family.

Although the Qin family is a wealth tyrant, they are also a decent family, and they are quite famous in the Jianghu.

Before Qin Xichao's master succeeded as the owner of Fufeng Villa, he was a loyal ranger in the Jianghu, and he was often not in the villa.Qin Xichao is also cold-tempered, and seldom gets tired of being around the master like ordinary teenagers. The master's wife is weak and needs to rest, and there are no children of the same age in the village to play with. , I am very interested in swordsmanship and martial arts.

The weather was not beautiful that day, and it was raining sparsely. Qin Xichao's daily morning sword practice had to be cancelled, so he had nothing to do but wandered around under the eaves dragging his half-height long sword.

He looked far away at the gravel road extending from the main entrance, the master came slowly, followed by a man and a woman, the man was tall and tall with a straw hat on his head, only half of his chin was covered by his face, and a hideous scar ran across it; The woman beside him has a graceful figure, walking like a lady from a great family.

Qin Xichao didn't pay much attention to it at first, because the master is a generous person, and it is very common to provide relief. He can often see some people from the rivers and lakes staying in the villa every now and then.

But when the two people in front passed in front of Qin Xichao, he realized that there was a thin little child following behind him, holding an oiled paper umbrella in his hand, and looking towards him timidly.

Misty rain, mist, and fog, did not block the pair of eyes that were black and bright like freshly picked grapes.

It was rare for Qin Xichao to get companions of similar age. He was attracted by those bright eyes, and followed that small umbrella all the way to Fufeng Hall.When he stepped into the threshold wrapped in water mist, the master called him "Chao'er", and then the little boy was gently pushed over, and his soft body fell into Qin Xichao's arms In the middle of the day, I couldn't even hold the umbrella tightly, and rolled around my feet a few times.

His father was a martial artist, and the light force was too heavy for this thin boy. In order not to fall, he tightly grabbed Qin Xichao's sleeve, and refused to let go. After supporting him to stand still, he asked him softly what his name was.

"Tang Mu." He replied in a waxy voice.

Tang Mu's family didn't live in the villa for too long. Master helped them set up a small courtyard outside Fufeng Island. The neighbors on the other side of the wall were a pair of simple mother and daughter.

Master and Father Tang have a good relationship, and with the help of Fufeng Villa, their life is not difficult.Qin Xichao also often delivered some necessary daily necessities for the master, and became acquainted with those who came and went.

Father Tang was a strong man with keen eyesight and quick reflexes. There were calluses on his hands from holding swords for many years, and old scars could still be seen when he took off half of his clothes in summer.But he was a little clumsy when he started to support his family, as if he had never done it before, and he was not willing to let his wife do it.

And Tang Mu's mother's hands are slender, and although the clothes are not often changed, the only few clothes are all made of high-quality materials, which are not inferior to those at Qin Xichao's house, as if they used to live a life without worrying about food and clothing. .

As usual, this is a pair that is unlikely to ever meet.

Qin Xichao was also a young man, so he was inevitably curious about the Tang family. Although he had asked his master more than once, he was always called back with the phrase "what do children care about so much".

At that time, Tang Mu was white and tender, small in stature, soft in body, and more like his gentle and good-looking mother, so he was often played around by Sister Lan next door, dressing him in skirts, braiding his braids, and dressing him up. Cuter than a real little girl.

Every time Qin Xichao went to carry things, he would be caught off guard by Tang Mu, who would call him "Brother Chao" with an innocent cry, and complain about being abused by others.

Qin Xichao looked at it for fun, and didn't allow him to take it off. He just needed to comfort him and he would stop making trouble. They would spread a mat in the courtyard, and Tang Mu was held in front of Qin Xichao, watching him turn over the mat. I can't read a book that I can't understand at all, and listen to him tell stories about the rivers and lakes.

Although Qin Xichao himself didn't believe those storytellers' embellished descriptions, Tang Mu loved to listen, and Qin Xichao loved to talk.The two ponytails that Tang Mu was forced to tie up hung down on both sides, and when he moved, he swept Qin Xichao's arm, tickling him, making him laugh.

When Tang Mu was a child, he was a naughty spirit who caused trouble everywhere. He was able to chase and beat Father Tang angrily with a broom and rolling pin, until he suddenly started to grow taller, and Father Tang couldn't catch up with him.

So Qin Xichao saw Tang Mu who was escorted up in the villa again.

It was still a foggy and rainy day, and the lotus in the shallow pool by the lake had just bloomed, with plump lotus seeds, all of them green and sinking.Tang Musan didn't open his umbrella, holding a half-torn lotus meat in his hand, he followed Father Tang with a smile on his face, greeted Qin Xi, who was sheltering from the rain in the courtyard corridor, and shook his head a few times. A big green lotus seed.

"The dog doesn't want to make progress, I hope brother Qin will take care of it."

At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn of that year, Tang Mu, who had grown into a tall and straight boy, was forced to live in Fufeng Villa. On the grounds of cultivating his mind, he and Qin Xichao ate and shared classmates.

Tang Mu is a hard-headed person who can grow wherever he throws it. He never complains about his life. He always comes and goes to learn martial arts and practice calligraphy with a smile on his face, and sometimes secretly teases people. Qin Xichao.

Going up the house to Jiewa and going down the river to fish, climb trees and dig eggs, there is nothing he hasn't done.

But such a disorganized person, perhaps because he soaked enough in the wet lake water of Qiongzhou, or maybe because he lost more fun, has gradually stabilized his temperament after a few years of scouring, and was forcibly cultivated into a person who was elegant and gentle before. He looks like a polite and polite son.

But his disposition is originally like Tang's father, and he can't hide his narrowness, and he can't wear off his wild energy.

Tang Mu escaped from the village once in ten and a half months, not because the guards forbade him from going through the main entrance, but because he liked the pleasure of coming and going without a trace.He would go to the city to play and stroll around, and then go home to see his parents openly and aboveboard, and talk to the neighbor's sister Lan.

Sister Lan still treated him like a child, grabbing him to try on her new hair bun, Tang Mu changed her reluctance to tweak it when she was a child, and let her try it on with her hair generously.

Later, Sister Lan next door had a sweetheart, and she was absent-minded all day long. She often twisted Tang Mu's hair and tied it. She stopped playing tricks on Tang Mu in her spare time. .

Tang Mu forgot the pain when his scar healed, and couldn't remember how Sister Lan played tricks on him. He moved a bench and sat next to her to watch, from spring to summer, from summer to autumn, until he saw the wedding dress. After falling into ashes, I didn't see that person come to marry Sister Lan back.

Sister Lan never waited for the person she wanted to marry. When Tang Mu went there again that day, Sister Lan was drying the wedding dress she had sewn by herself. Sister Lan sat in the yard all day, from morning to evening, until the wedding dress was blown dry by the wind.

Qin Xichao visited the Tang family with the ice plum wine made by the villa, and then went to Sister Lan’s house to look for Tang Mu. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Tang Mu who was smirking with his arms propped up on the bed. on the ground.

The clear Mei Xiang was dizzy with the strong smell of alcohol and scattered in the small room. Qin Xi opened his mouth but didn't say a word.

Tang Mu was dragging a red dress that was a bit longer than him, and when he straightened his arms, only a section of his fingers could be exposed. He was wearing a fiery red wedding dress embroidered with flowers and mandarin ducks loosely, and a large piece of scarlet clothes was spread on the bed .

Sister Lan put the only few red hairpins in Tang Mu's hair, then looked at her achievement with a half-smile, and turned her head to ask Qin Xichao, "Does it look good?"

Tang Mu followed suit, "Is it good-looking?"

Qin Xichao stared blankly, let the plum wine flow by under his feet, his eyes were full of the red Tang Mu, his brain twitched, and he blurted out, "Looks good, if Ah Mu is a girl, I will marry you when I grow up."

Sister Lan made fun of this unintentional remark for a long time.

After thinking about it later, it was probably the first time Qin Xichao realized that he had a different feeling for Tang Mu. He didn't know it at the time, but he didn't know it later, so that it was over and there was no chance.

In Lidong of that year, Sister Lan made a sudden engagement. She gave Tang Mu the wedding dress embroidered by herself, and then married in the clothes given by her husband's family. She doesn't seem happy.

At the beginning of winter that year, Tang Munian was only sixteen, and Qin Xi was ninety-nine in the dynasty. The two had known each other for six years.

Afterwards, Ah Mu asked him why Sister Lan was unhappy, didn't she wear better clothes and look beautiful.Qin Xichao hugged Tang Mu, rubbed the top of his head and said, because she doesn't like it, and when she doesn't like it, no matter how beautiful things are, she won't be happy.

Tang Mu was thoughtful, sitting on the glazed tile roof of the villa, muttering something with a smile.

Qin Xichao didn't hear it.

...that was the last time the two basked in the moon on the roof.

It was almost the end of the new year, and Tang Mu got his master's approval to go home for the New Year. The last image of him imprinted in Qin Xichao's eyes was carrying chicken, duck, bacon and special New Year's goods, and hanging around his waist was Qin Xichao's gift for the New Year. Yupei grinned and said to him: When I come back, I will compete with you again!

However, in the early morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, what Qin Xichao waited for was a tragic news.

——The Tang family was bloodbathed by night raids, and even the old lady next door, Sister Lan, who had a bad back, was not spared.

Master hurriedly went down the mountain to deal with the Tang family's funeral before he even put on his clothes.Qin Xichao saw with his own eyes that a few servants were also dragged away to unload the pieces, and the blood of the Tang family was dragged out several miles away. It was not easy even to bury a whole corpse, the corpses were from the Villa School People found it piece by piece.

It was quite a while when Tang Mu was found, and even in the cold winter months, his body was already rotten.

There is a grove of martyrs in the back mountain, where Tang's parents were buried.Qin Xichao couldn't bear Tang Mu's loneliness in the tomb in the wilderness, so he respectfully buried him in the ginkgo garden where he lived during his lifetime.

Tang Mu's shadow is still indispensable in the memory of this past, and it seems that it has nothing to do with the word Tang Xian.However, the biggest connection between Tang Xian and this incident is the generous joint burial grave in the forest of martyrs. The grave is very simple, which is the way Tang's father always advocated.

It was only when Qin Xichao went to worship later that he knew for the first time:

The man whom his master has been asking to be called Tang Shibo, Tang Mu's father, his real name is... Tang Xian.

——It was the name embroidered on the corner of the sword manual.