Peerless luthier

In early winter, the weather was gloomy and cold, with heavy clouds hanging in the sky, looking down listlessly.

In the morning, the flow of people on the street began to surge. Gradually, cars and horses flowed, and the noise gradually sounded.

The doorman of the Zhong residence rubbed his eyes and came to the door room.

Although the sky was gloomy, it was still a little bright after all.

"Tuk-tuk--" there was a knock on the door.

The gatekeeper was sweeping the fallen leaves and said, "It's so early, who is it?"

"it's me."

"Master?" The doorman hastily dropped the broom and quickly removed the shackles. Sure enough, Zhong Han was standing outside the door.

Zhong Han smiled slightly at the doorman: "Morning."

"Morning, good morning!" The gatekeeper looked at Zhong Han's leaving back with some doubts, why did he come in from the outside?The master went out through the back door?Buy breakfast?

But, I didn't see him carrying something?

The doorman shook his head, unable to figure it out, picked up the broom and continued to clean.

The servants of the Zhong Mansion were already busy, and when they saw Zhong Han, they saluted one after another, and then looked at Zhong Han with curiosity and surprise.

The bronze mirror in the room reflected the light, Yan Hui was sitting in front of the dressing table combing her appearance, a figure slowly approached in the mirror, holding on to the door frame, looking hesitant.

Yan Hui's eyes were filled with inexplicable emotions, and a layer of water vapor filled them, and then she put on another scarlet beaded earring.

Zhong Han looked at Yan Hui's back, and felt overwhelming guilt in his heart, as if he could completely squeeze out the sense of relaxation and joy of being with Han Yi.

Perhaps, this is the inner conflict and struggle of a man who broke his oath. Zhong Han stood at the door, only a few steps away from his first wife, but he dared not step over.

Yan Hui turned her head, her eyes bright.

Zhong Han was shocked.

Slowly, she smiled at him.

Her husband didn't return all night and lived outside. Yan Hui's smile at this time implied a kind of desolation after sadness.

Zhong Han looked at Yan Hui, unable to smile, and slowly let go of the hand holding the door.

The bronze mirror is shining, the profile of the woman and the bow of the man.

The Iraqi is still the same, but the beauty is no longer.

At first acquaintance, this time, it's like meeting each other again.

Just sigh, after years of love, can it still survive.

Zhong Yi looked at the two indifferently, Zhong Han and Yan Hui seemed to be the same as in the past, the two talked softly, and there seemed to be no gap between them.

Sighing softly, there is a dull pain in my heart, why is this so?

After dinner, Zhong Yi went to the study to take out a book and read it carefully. Zhong Han also came in and called Zhong Yi.

Zhong Yi turned his head.

He seems to have never seriously observed and understood his father - when he was a child, it was his aura, when he was a teenager, it was his gentleness and tolerance, but now, he has noticed another emotion.

Zhong Han spoke with a slight smile.

Zhong Yi looked down at the book, echoed a few words briefly, and then wanted to leave.

Zhong Han stopped him: "What's wrong? Daddy interrupted your reading?"

Zhong Yi shook her head: "No."

"Let's listen to Daddy play a piano."

At this moment, Zhong Yi hesitated for a moment before nodding.

After tuning the tune, Zhong Han sat upright, his waist straightened, his black hair tied up with a white jade belt, his fingers were thin, clean and fair, and he was extremely handsome.

What Zhong Han played was an ancient tune, the sound of the piano was gentle, like whispering.

However, at the end of the playing, the gesture changed, and it completely became a mournful tone.Zhong Yi stood behind Zhong Han, only seeing his clean brow bones.

Zhong Yi didn't care to listen to the music, and his heart was filled with unbearable anger and hatred, and he wanted to ask questions harshly. However, the years of nurturing grace and Yan Hui's tolerance made him swallow his anger and never mention it again.

Perhaps, before he forgives his father, Zhong Yi can no longer listen to his father's piano music as seriously as he did when he was a child.

The eyes turned wildly, and the tune had already risen.

Zhong Yi saw several red and purple marks and was a little puzzled.

"How?" Zhong Han raised his head and looked at Zhong Yi.

"...?" Zhong Yi was a little dazed. It turned out that the song was over.

A hint of disappointment appeared in Zhong Han's eyes: "Aren't you listening carefully?"

Zhong Yi gave a faint "hmm" and said, "There are still mosquitoes at this time? Daddy was bitten on the neck, so he needs to apply some ointment."

After finishing speaking, he didn't feel anything wrong, but seeing Zhong Han's flustered appearance, he covered his neck, his face turned red immediately, and stammered: "...Okay, okay."

Zhong Yi looked at Zhong Han's unnatural expression suspiciously.

It took more than ten days to get along like this.

Leisurely at home, I overheard a conversation between Yan Hui and A Rong.

"Madam, it seems that the frequency of coughing has decreased a lot in recent days."

Yan Hui was arranging the returned clothes, and said with a smile: "That's because Xiaoyi is back, and I feel happy."

A Rong smiled and said: "Yes, the young master is away all the year round, such a day is still the same as it was many years ago."

Zhong Yi stood outside the corridor, and the lotus lantern not far away flickered slightly.

In the middle of winter, I remember it was a rare sunny day, the little flowers were rolling outside, and the kitten looked naughty.

Zhong Yi squinted her eyes, looking at a clump of weeds under the wall.

"Young Master, Young Master! Ouch, I finally found you. Officials are coming from the main hall, looking for you!"

Zhong Yi stood up: "Official? What are you doing?"

A smile appeared on Old Butler Liu's wrinkled face, and said, "Anyway, it's a good thing!"

Zhong Yi frowned slightly, hurried into the room, changed her clothes, and went to the main hall.

The main hall was full of people, all of whom seemed to be well-known figures in Andu. Han Yi sat at the head, Zhong Han stood beside him, and an imperial official looked at Zhong Yi with his nostrils upturned, nodded, and looked at Zhong Yi from his waist. In the meantime, he took out the jade token.

Zhong Yi saw the words on it clearly, and stepped forward to salute.

Someone handed over the brocade box, that person opened it, took out the silk script, and read it in a rough voice.

Before Zhong Yi heard it clearly, he was floated up, put on an official uniform, handed a drawer of official seals, writing pens and other supplies, and was fiddled with in a daze.

Angry but not easy to explode on the spot, he put on his official hat, and the invited dignitaries in the main hall stood up one after another, congratulating him with a bang.

Chaos, what a mess.

He didn't figure out the reason in his mind, just like trying to catch a duck to the shelves, he was given a half-job.

Han Yi clapped his hands.

The main hall was suddenly silent.

Han Yi smiled lightly and said, "Zhong Yi, you have to do a good job and don't let everyone down."

Zhong Yi was silent for a while, and said, "Naturally."

Han Yi nodded slightly, turned his head and seemed to whisper something to Zhong Han, and strode away, followed by a group of attendants following Lord Han.

When the main hall was quiet, half an hour had passed. The not-so-small main hall was filled with gifts, and the bright red posts were dazzling and bright.

Zhong Yi was wearing an official uniform, an official hat, and an official seal on his waist, standing so ridiculously.

He turned his head, looked at Zhong Han, and was about to speak.

"Xiaoyi?!"

Yan Hui's surprised voice.

She circled around Zhong Yi with a smile: "Xiao Yi is really energetic in her official uniform!"

Her soft hands were arranging the placket, and Yan Hui's smile was everywhere in Zhong Yi's vision.

Zhong Yi swallowed her words, and asked tentatively, "Mother likes it?"

Yan Hui glared at him: "Naturally." Then she was slightly puzzled: "However, how can I be appointed as an official?" As she spoke, she put down her hands that straightened her skirts.

Zhong Yi quickly said: "It was assigned by Jinheyuan."

Then he looked at Zhong Han: "Really? Daddy."

Zhong Han also said: "Xiaoyi didn't become a musician, it was probably arranged."

After finishing speaking, I also felt that there was not much to say, and the three of them fell silent.

Zhong Yi's fingers pinched the corner of Guan Fu's clothes unconsciously, and looked at Yan Hui.

Yan Hui also looked at him, smiled, touched Zhong Yi's face, and said softly: "Good thing."

Zhong Han turned his head away unnaturally.

It was not until dinner time that we discussed the matter again, and found that there was still a document in it.

"Huh? Zou Ru... isn't this Uncle Zou?"

Zhong Han paused: "What? Show me."

Looking at it carefully, the area is Yundi, and the chief official of the government is Zou Ru, and Zhong Yi is the adjutant who assists the chief official.

Yan Hui said: "A few years ago, Big Brother Zou did write to say that he became a petty official—it seems that he is still modest."

Zhong Han smiled: "It's rare that he doesn't want to be idle anymore, Xiaoyi, you should learn from your Uncle Zou. When he was young, he was a well-known talent."

"How about being an official?" Zhong Yi was a little skeptical: "As big as planning for construction, as small as trivial matters in the village, you have to be responsible for arranging them all."

Zhong Han said: "These things are of course nothing to worry about...you just need to remember and learn more from him."

Zhong Yi nodded: "I remember."

Back in the room, the official uniform was taken by A Rong and resized, and now there is his official seal on the desk.

Zhong Yi touched the jade official seal curiously.

Sitting on the rattan chair, stretching his limbs, Xiao Fei struggled to climb in from the window sill, covered in black mud.

One person and one cat stare at each other.

Zhong Yi: "..."

Xiaohua: "..."

Zhong Yi couldn't bear it anymore, and grabbed it by the neck, Xiaohua didn't dare to make a sound, so she was put in the basin, mixed with hot water, Zhong Yi rolled up her sleeves to bathe it.

Naturally, this process has not been smooth.

There were a few shallow scratches on the back of Zhong Yi's hand, and the water flooded the ground. Xiao Hua looked at it timidly, the tip of her tail was shaking and shaking, she had no choice but to soften her strength.

Another cleaning, another wiping, and another mopping.

After finishing her work, Xiao Hua happily slipped upstairs again—it always liked Zhong Li's room very much.

After being tossed and tossed, when I was exhausted and my eyelids were trembling, I suddenly remembered—didn't Lao Yin go to Yundi?So this time, maybe we can see him?

Thinking of that day, running wildly under the scorching sun, and still not being able to say goodbye, this became a hurdle in Zhong Yi's heart, and she always felt a little regretful.

It seems destined to meet again after a short time now.

Suddenly, the big stone in my heart seemed to be much lighter.

In a daze, half asleep and half awake, Zhong Yi thought: The goodbye that I thought I had no chance came to me again, so, will the person I thought I would never see again appear again?

With a smile and longing, Zhong Yi fell asleep.