Peerless luthier

The north wind howled, Wang Sanyin stood on a high place, watching the convoy approaching from afar.In the heavy snow, their way of coming was covered, and deep and shallow marks were buried under the snow.

Wang Sanyin squinted his eyes for a while, then turned around, raised his hand and said, "Get ready, they're here."

Zhong Yi was sitting in the carriage, the journey was too far, and the bumpy days on the carriage had already made him very tired and embarrassed.

Suddenly, familiar celebratory music was heard.

The sound of music came from not far away, and he could even go along with it.

It was as if a ray of light shone into the long-lasting darkness, and he immediately cheered up.

"Is it here yet?"

"Yes, yes! Look at the city gate, isn't it the ritual officer!"

It turned out to have reached the border.

Zhong Yi was excited, and tears welled up in her eyes when she saw the familiar Nanchu characters.

The gates of the city were opened, the whole city rejoiced, fireworks were set off, and the red curtains were set up.

Zhong Yi saw Wang Sanyin walking down the city gate, slowly and calmly.

On the rooftop, envoys from afar were grandly received according to the etiquette.

When the convoy entered the city, Wang San smiled at him with his usually cold face when he saw him.

I can't tell the feeling, but the wandering heart finally let go, as if the lost solitary grass finally returned to the place where it took root and sprouted.

Zhong Yi was crowned as an envoy, but there was no so-called persuasion. The monarchs of the two countries must have planned it already.Just as it had been arranged long ago, everything was proceeding steadily and step by step.

Zhong Yi, fortunately, became the protagonist on this day and was recorded in the annals of history.

In 418 AD, the Southern Chu and Northern Jin reached a settlement and declared a truce.

The lights on the street were turned on, and the lanterns were shaking in the wind. At this time, the snow was falling a lot less, and it was falling slowly, emitting a bright light under the lights.

Wang Sanyin and Zhong Yi walked side by side, snowflakes fell on the cloak.

The street was very quiet. For a moment, there was a feeling of a world away. It seemed that the smoke and the darkness had disappeared.

Wang Sanyin glanced at him sideways, and said calmly, "Want to go home and have a look?"

Zhong Yi said: "Of course... I really want to go back." He recalled the past and said: "I feel guilty for letting my parents miss me. From now on, I will stay at home."

Wang Sanyin was silent for a while.

Zhong Yi said: "Are you an official now?"

He noticed that Wang Sanyin was wearing an official uniform.

Wang Sanyin nodded casually and said, "Have you thought about where to go in the future?"

Zhong Yi was a little strange, and said: "It's in Andu." He smiled and said: "I should be able to find a position as a luthier, just like my father."

Wang Sanyin seemed to be thinking about something, and fell silent again.

Zhong Yi knew that he had always been reticent, and Wang San was very happy to be able to relax with him.

It was about late at night that the two returned to the government together.

Lying on the bed, unable to sleep for a long time, both excited about going home and thinking about Shuohui, the bed was very soft, Zhong Yi turned over, her eyes were still bright in the dark night.

On the second day, the rest of the envoys went back, and Zhong Yi followed Wang Sanyin and continued to go south. Today, the warm sun came out, and the snow melted a little.

The carriage was driving smoothly, Wang Sanyin closed his eyes and rested beside him.

Zhong Yi was a little bored, holding the qin and touching it for a while from time to time.

"Where did the violin come from?"

Wang Sanyin didn't know when he opened his eyes.

"It's from Ah Li."

"Huh?" Wang Sanyin frowned, and asked in a low voice, "Where is he? Northern Jin Dynasty?"

"..." Zhong Yi was a little hard to explain, "It's a long story."

Wang Sanyin didn't seem to know these things, and there was someone listening on the road, so Zhong Yi told Wang Sanyin with some reservations.

"Going to be a businessman in the Northern Jin Dynasty?" Wang Sanyin sneered, "It really is his personality."

Then, he sighed lightly, with his thin face against the sun, only the golden eyelashes could be seen: "It's a pity that I can only spend my time in the court hall."

Zhong Yi was puzzled and said, "You don't like being an official?"

Wang Sanyin glanced at him with complicated eyes. After a while, he looked sideways out of the window and said softly, "You don't understand."

Zhong Yi really didn't understand what people like them were thinking. He was obviously very smart and possessed many things that were hard to get, but he still seemed very lonely.

I thought I would pass by Hecheng, but found that I took another road. When I woke up, Wang Sanyin just replied indifferently: "Hecheng? Oh, I went around it."

Zhong Yi originally planned to visit grandpa and the others.

Wang Sanyin glanced at him and said, "Let's go next time."

Finally, it seems that many days have passed, and the Chinese New Year is approaching. There are many pedestrians and horses on the road, and there are bright red joys everywhere.

Andu.

Zhong Yi saw the city gate, and the figures of those guards were so kind to him.

Coming home soon!Can not suppress the excitement.

In the carriage, he began to fidget and twitch. He couldn't help it, so he lifted the curtain and stuffed his head out to look.

When he passed by the familiar streets, when he saw the tofu stalls still standing on the corner of the street, when he silently read the names of the shops - he knew that he was finally back.

Worrying whether the cold wind would make Wang San feel uncomfortable, he looked back, but unexpectedly, Wang San was looking at him with complicated expressions in his eyes.

Zhong Yi is a bit strange.

The carriage stopped, with a smile on his face, Zhong Yi immediately got off the carriage and rushed to the door of the house.

"I'm back! I'm back!" Zhong Yi yelled, running excitedly like a child, with the wind blowing past her ears with a frozen chill.

Gradually, he stopped.

Why is it so quiet at home?

Zhong Yi was puzzled, and walked towards the courtyard of Zhong Han and Yan Hui.

"Mother—mother—I'm back!" Zhong Yi pushed the door open.

The curtains were drawn in the bedroom, making it a bit dark.Zhong Yi walked over and opened the curtains.

In an instant, the light filled the room.

He turned around and saw that everything was empty.Everything was tidied up, very tidy, as if no one lived there.

Zhong Yi even smelled a bit stale, as if it was not ventilated frequently.

How is this going?

Zhong Yi had a bad premonition in his heart. He saw his mother's dressing table, which was clean, and all the rouge and gouache that he liked to use on weekdays were gone.

Suddenly panicked.

Where are father and mother?Where is Sister Arong?

He left the courtyard, ran to the end of the corridor, and saw that the small attic was locked.

what happened?

"Zhong Yi." Wang Sanyin called to stop him: "You wait here first."

When Zhong Yi turned her head, Old Butler Liu was staring at him, his old eyes suddenly brightened, his lips trembled and he couldn't speak.

"Little...young master!" His choked voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat with difficulty, which made Zhong Yi slightly stunned.

"Old Butler Liu!" Zhong Yi hurried over, "Where are my father and mother?"

Old Butler Liu covered his face with trembling hands, shook his head, and kept shaking his head.

Zhong Yi panicked: "Where are they? Why is there no one at home?"

"Because...because..." Old Butler Liu muttered, looking at Zhong Yi worriedly, and then looking at Wang Sanyin who was expressionless for help.

Wang Sanyin nodded and signaled Zhong Yi to follow him.

Zhong Yi grabbed Wang Sanyin's sleeve robe: "Do you know where my mother is?"

Wang San looked at Zhong Yi with dark eyes, and said slowly, "Come with me."

Zhong Yi quickly followed behind him, and looked back, old housekeeper Liu was standing at the end of the corridor, his hair under his hat was already pale.

The years have ruthlessly carved their marks here.

Even though he was wearing Shuhui's cloak, he still felt the biting cold wind.

Naturally, it's always like this when I'm in pain, my hands and feet are cold, and my pupils are dizzy, as if I don't know whether I am living in a nightmare or living in reality.

Andu's cemetery is located in a secluded and peaceful area, where evergreen trees are planted all year round. In spring and summer, brilliant flowers bloom in clusters, as if the dead are not finished. s life.

I once came here with my parents to visit an old master. At that time, he was still young, and he held Ah Li’s hand in a daze until he looked at the strict tombstone, and suddenly became sober. Perhaps it was because of the tombstone, which carried too much Heavy sadness.

When a person dies, he takes too little away, but leaves a lot to the world.

Now, the years are ruthless, he went through several times, experienced encounters he had never imagined, and returned home with anticipation. What was waiting for him was a sad news like a bolt from the blue.

Tears

Silent tears.

Finally, she knelt down in front of Yanhui's tombstone and cried loudly.

Looking at Zhong Yi, Wang San couldn't bear it, so he stretched out his hand and stroked his head.

He is not a person with a cold nature, at least Zhong Yi, he is two years older than him, and he was entrusted by Zhong Li in Yunying Academy, so he grew up under the protection of Zhong Yi.

Wang Sanyin said: "She died at that time, and I only heard about it later. At that time, Yundi City was breached, and your mother thought you died in the war, so she left sadly."

Zhong Yi cried even more when he heard that, touched the tombstone, and tremblingly said: "Mother! It's all Xiaoyi who is disobedient, making you worry, making you sad, it's all Xiaoyi, I'm not filial, I'm selfish!" Buried in his hands, he staggered and lay prone in the mud, but he couldn't pull it up.

Wang San had no choice but to let him cry.

Cry, let your tears flow, and the guilt in your heart may be less.

He walked to the distance and watched quietly.

Finally, when Zhong Yi was tired from crying and sobbing, Wang Sanyin walked over: "Don't cry, your mother, I don't want to see you so sad in front of her...Next time, come see her again. "

Zhong Yi nodded, took a deep breath, and kowtowed three times in front of Yan Hui's grave.

"So, where is my father?"

"..." Wang San was silent for a moment, and said for a moment, "He is sick."

Zhong Yi didn't understand what he meant and stared.

Wang Sanyin patted him on the shoulder and said, "After your mother passed away, Uncle Zhong was hit so hard that he became a little crazy and couldn't recognize anyone."

Zhong Yi was speechless.

Wang Sanyin said: "It's not that he's crazy, it's that he doesn't know some people. At that time, my father came, but he couldn't recognize them. After a lot of effort, he looked dazed: 'How do you get old?'"

Zhong Yi: "..."

Wang Sanyin said: "He probably remembers you."

Zhong Yi smiled wryly, he was imagining himself standing in front of Zhong Han, desperately proving that he was Zhong Yi.

"So, where is my father now?" Zhong Yi said, "I have to pick him up!"

Wang Sanyin said: "There is no need to worry about it. He lives in the Prince Han's Mansion, and his life is quite satisfactory. He will visit him before picking you up. It is much better than that time."

Zhong Yi had complicated eyes and said, "He, remember Lord Han?"

Wang Sanyin smiled: "It is estimated that Prince Han has taken good care of it, and he is not as old as my father."

Zhong Yi: "..."

Perhaps, he knew why his father still remembered Han Yi.

However, he didn't want to say it.

Zhong Yi clenched her fists.