Peerless luthier

"Thank you, if it wasn't for your help on the way, I'm afraid the return journey would not be so smooth."

Zhong Yi got off the horse and said seriously.

The woman was dressed in riding attire and raised her eyebrows: "Don't be polite, I just happened to be passing by this time, if you go back alone, I will see you off no matter what. However, I also owe you a favor—then, it's also considered two affections..."

Zhong Yi said: "Aren't you going to sit in?"

Sheng Ge said with a smile: "I still have something to do. My dad hasn't finished the trouble last time. I have to go back and do things."

Zhong Yi hugged Qin and stood by the side of the road, watching Sheng Ge get on the horse: "There will be a period later."

Shengge turned around and laughed, showing her white teeth: "There will be a period later!"

After finishing speaking, he waved his horsewhip smartly: "Drive!"

The horse galloped and watched the convoy leave before Zhong Yi returned home.

Old Steward Liu was still there, and when he opened the door, seeing him go and come back, he burst into tears.

Zhong Yi felt guilty: Old Butler Liu had no children, and he really had a deep affection for their family.

"Old Steward Liu, I'm back."

"Young Master, it's good that you come back, it's good that you come back." Old Butler Liu took him back to the courtyard.

"Why is there a servant at home?"

Zhong Yi stopped, looking at the newly cleaned courtyard, slightly surprised.

Old Butler Liu hesitated slightly, but still answered truthfully: "The people from Han Wang's Mansion have come a few times and bought some things."

Zhong Yi's expression was unclear, her lips pursed: "Go back."

The old butler Liu was silent for a while, and said: "Young master, you, it's better not to worry about these things. There is no one at home now. If there is no help from Lord Han... I am afraid, this situation will not be here."

Zhong Yi turned her head and said: "I will go to find a job in a few days." He strode ahead: "I don't want his help at all!"

Old butler Liu watched him leave and sighed.

After returning to the room, I added some valuables, such as the gold-plated vase beside the bed, the brocade of mountains and rivers hanging on it, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk, and so on.

With a blank expression on his face, Zhong Yi packed them up and threw them in the storage room.

I packed my luggage, went to take a shower, came out feeling refreshed, and fell asleep.

This sleep was very long, and I heard someone's joyful voice, and then I heard a familiar voice—after all, it was no match for drowsiness, and Zhong Yi didn't wake up until night.

Opening his eyes, what greeted his eyes was the familiar layout, Zhong Yi let out a sigh of relief, and finally went home.

The sound of steady breathing suddenly broke into the ears.

Zhong Yi turned her head abruptly—the face she had been thinking about day and night was close at hand.

Thick sword eyebrows, high nose bridge, usually deep eyes closed, Shuohui's handsome sleeping face is within his reach.

He was wearing a white undershirt, revealing a small piece of skin on his chest, exuding a clean and safe atmosphere.

Zhong Yi didn't dare to vent her anger, she closed her eyes quietly, and then opened them again.

When he opened his eyes again, he met a pair of deep purple eyes.

Shuo Hui looked at him motionlessly, as if he couldn't bear to look away.

You came?

Aren't you married yet?

when did you come?Why are you here now?

When it came to her mouth, Zhong Yi just said dryly: "Are you awake?"

Shuo Hui smiled, and stretched out his arms to hug him: "Your heart beats so fast, I naturally woke up too."

Zhong Yi smiled and retracted into his arms.

Like a chick in the wings, dependent and nostalgic for such a warm embrace.

"Do you miss me?"

……

Again.

Zhong Yi was pressed under him, her clothes were disheveled, and his black hair was gently stroked by him.

"I just like your appearance." Shuo Hui's voice was slightly hoarse, and he bent down to kiss him: "It's very attractive."

Zhong Yi's fair face was flushed, and her eyes were moist: "Then, can you bear it? I'm hungry, let's have dinner soon."

After speaking, he stood up, and his clothes slid down to his shoulders, revealing his slender and delicate collarbone.

Shuo Hui's eyes froze.

His wolf-like eyes made Zhong Yi shiver a little, and he pulled up the slipped clothes: "You...don't look at me like this."

Shuo Hui gave a wicked smile, stretched out his hand to touch Zhong Yi's face: "I guess it's too late."

"Well--"

So the reunion moment of the two was spent in bed.

At night, when the lights came on, Zhong Yi was slumped on the soft couch, not even wanting to move his fingers, and Shuo Hui fed him contentedly.

With his soft eyes, Shuo Hui's heart softened, and he felt that the boredom and pain of these days had all disappeared.

"Hey, eat some more."

"..."

"I promise, I will be more restrained next time."

"..."

"Don't look at me like that...do you want to do it again?"

Shuo Hui rubbed his nose and silently endured Zhong Yi's contemptuous gaze.

After eating, I took Zhong Yi to wash up.

"Just let me do it myself." Zhong Yi said helplessly, "I have strength now."

"No!" Shuo Hui showed a happy expression, "I want to hug you like this."

"..."

It's just such a crooked Shuohui.

After washing, the two embraced each other, Zhong Yi was lying in Shuo Hui's arms, Shuo Hui looked at the old books, and the warm light shone on the bed, he could tell that Shuo Hui was very familiar with the family, and wanted to come I remembered it unconsciously.

The bell didn't break, that's all.

Shuo Hui put the book back on the desk.

Zhong Yi looked at him sideways: "Aren't we going to chat?"

Shuo Hui's hand stroking his back paused: "What are you talking about?"

Zhong Yi sat up: "Shouldn't you talk about getting married?"

Shuo Hui smiled slightly, his eyes sparkled: "It's already done."

Zhong Yi ignored it.

Shuo Hui probably guessed, hugged him gently from his back, and comforted him: "Don't listen to those rumors. At that time, I came back from the Western Song Dynasty exhausted, and you disappeared. You don't know. At that time, I How frightening, Shuoyu finally confided the truth to me—here.”

He turned Zhong Yi's body and asked him: "How can you bear to leave me like that?"

Shuohui showed a hurt expression and frowned.

Zhong Yi was immediately defeated, softened his expression, and said in a good voice: "At that time... I wanted to go back to Chu, and I hesitated for a long time. I left you a letter, I hope you can understand."

Shuohui was even more uncomfortable: "You hid the letter so secretly, I didn't find out until a long time later."

Zhong Yi said: "What about the one on the desk? Or, did you see the one in the dark compartment under the bed?"

"..." Shuo Hui's gaze focused: "You also left a letter on the desk?"

Zhong Yi sighed: "...Fortunately, at that time, I wrote another letter, just in case."

Shuo Hui hugged him into his arms and sighed, "It's not easy for you and me."

Zhong Yi hugged him back, and murmured: "I'm not afraid of their obstruction."

Shuo Hui smelled his hair: "Don't worry about other people, as long as you have me."

Zhong Yi smiled: "Yes, it's fine with you."

That night, Zhong Yi and Shuohui slept together, Zhong Yi didn't ask him what he did after the Northern Jin Dynasty, he held a kind of trust and hope, he only wanted to look at the future, not the past.

Because, he owed too many people in the past.

He huddled in Shuo Hui's embrace, facing the cruelty and severe cold, please give him the only warmth, he is already satisfied and grateful.

A few days later, Shuohui was going back to the Northern Jin Dynasty.

Zhong Yi's chopsticks fell on the table: "What?"

Shuo Hui smiled slightly, and changed the pair of chopsticks for him: "Don't think about it, I'm going back to work."

Zhong Yi: "?"

Shuo Hui blinked: "Married."

Zhong Yi lowered her head uncomfortably: "With whom, that...uh—let go!"

Shuo smiled back and licked the corner of his lips: "Nature and you."

Zhong Yi raised her eyes and looked at Shuohui's smiling face, and the green bamboo forest gradually glowing behind him.

On the second day, Lancang Academy sent back the news that Zhong Yi will soon go to work, just like his father back then, to be a luthier.

Zhong Yi and Shuo Hui went together, and the passers-by looked sideways.

Shuo Hui was a little displeased.

Zhong Yi was worried: his purple eyes were too dazzling.

When he came back, Shuohui showed a childish and novel expression: "Why does that academy feel so familiar to me?"

Because that was your academy back then.

Zhong Yi narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Shuohui looked at him and smiled, feeling itchy in his heart. Seeing that there was no one around, he leaned over and took a bite.

The two held hands danglingly, and the sleeves of Zhong Yi's wide luthier robe became a hiding place.

"where to?"

"Listen to the book."

"?"

"You'll know when you go."

Zhong Yi led Shuo Hui to turn left and right, and said, "In this alley, there is an old man named Bai who is very good at storytelling."

Shuo Hui was a little interested: "Storytelling?" He nodded.

Quickly arrived at the location a few months ago.

Then, it was empty.

Zhong Yi stopped, the wind blew from behind, and the corners of his clothes fluttered.

Shuo Hui frowned in doubt: "So broken?"

Zhong Yi said softly: "It seems that they have moved away."

The big tree still stood not far away, watching them quietly. When spring came, the old tree was full of vitality again.

Suddenly remembered the old man's words: "My surname is Bai, this is the last time, there will be no more amazing songs."

Think of his sly and mysterious smile.

Shuo Hui walked inside, and saw the dusty platform and the dilapidated door.

Zhong Yi said: "Let's go back."

Turning around and walking a few steps, Shuohui suddenly stopped him: "Xiaoyi, we've been here before."

!

His heart seemed to be about to stop, and the overflow made him tremble all over.

"You, what did you call me just now?"

Shuo Hui was squatting on the side of the road looking at a plaque, and looked up at him: "We have been here."

Zhong Yi smiled and nodded: "We did come here, but it was many years ago."

A few days later, it was a sunny day. Zhong Yi put on a blue-colored luthier robe, with red lips and white teeth, black hair like waterfalls, and a handsome and elegant demeanor so outstanding that Shuo Hui couldn't take his eyes off him.

Shuo Hui packed his luggage and kissed his forehead: "Wait for your husband to come back."

Zhong Yi blushed and stared at him.

Shuo laughed in a good mood.

"Would it be a pity to give up the throne? After all, that is an achievement you should be proud of."

Shuo Hui chuckled: "In the world, there are too many things we can't let go of, but compared to the priceless treasures in our hearts, they pale in comparison."

He looked down at Zhong Yi and said in a low voice, "You are my treasure."

Zhong Yi raised his eyes, his eyes were shining brightly.

They stood outside, and the hired carriage came quickly.

Zhong Yi watched the carriage leave.

Everything, it won't be long.