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50 years later.

The guqin made by Ji Mo was placed in a piano case, lying quietly in a certain box, with no heavy objects pressing on it, but it was obviously not something commonly used.

The room is a bedroom, and it looks pretty good. The various furnishings and the like can’t be said to be very expensive, but they’re not cheap either. The brush washers on the table are all carved from high-quality jade. Looking at other things, they are all the same. All fit.

I haven't seen the owner of the room yet, but seeing these things, I can feel that the owner must be an elegant and noble person.

"This is where?"

Ji Mo recognized at a glance that this was not the room he lived in. Looking outside, it was very good, this yard was not his own yard, there were rockery lakes not far outside, and ginkgo trees nearby, Not familiar at first glance.

Which big family is it?

There was a faint thought in my heart, maybe it was my apprentice?

The owner of the room came back in the evening. Although his face was a bit old, Ji Mo could tell at a glance that the other party was indeed his apprentice.

It may be because of the diagnosis and treatment by a famous doctor, or the ointment that has been used all year round to lighten the scars, or simply because of the vicissitudes of time, wrinkles and spots make those scars no longer conspicuous, and it looks a little more like a kind-hearted elder. Only benevolence.

"Okay, don't worry about me."

The old man waved his hand. Without anyone to support him, he started to walk, and he could see that his legs and feet were not very flexible. Ji Mo thought of the injuries he had suffered in the early years, such a serious leg injury, and being able to walk later was the result of Ji Mo's bone-setting Well, the result of using good medicine again, now it seems that it is not bad.

Going back to the room alone, the servant who came in first has already lit the lamp in the room. Under the warm light, the room is much colder and warmer.

The bed was made up, warmed up carefully with Mrs. Tang, and one was stuffed under the feet to ensure a good night's sleep without waking up from the cold.

The incense is also lit, and the beautiful copper censer has a lotus flower pattern. When the fragrance rises slowly, it is naturally a bit leisurely.

The bed curtain was lowered, and there were water ripples and orchids on the light tulle, which was clean and deep, and it seemed that people could smell the elegant atmosphere.

Ji Mo looked at the old man who was sitting by the bed. The figure of the other person could not be seen when he was a boy. No, it was still the same. When Ji Mo picked him up, he always hunched like that. The leg was healed, but when I walked, I seemed to have a few twitches, my shoulders were always slumped, and I looked like I had no momentum.

If you stand there with your hands shrunk and your shoulders shrunk, and you don't look at the black hair all over your head, you will be like a little old man. In his youth, he has already gained a heavy layer of old spirit.

Only when he talks about hatred, can there be more light in his eyes, which is so bright that there is vitality, as if he was struggling to survive when Ji Mo noticed him at that time.

In the past, Zhu Rong always liked to provoke Ji Mo, asking him if he still wanted to take revenge. At that time, Ji Mo thought that Zhu Rong was very boring. Do you still need to ask such things?Ask knowingly.

He has expressed his position more than once, and he has almost expressed his fatigue, and he is no longer willing to answer such questions.

But after he had an apprentice, he would always ask similar questions when he looked at the slumped apprentice, and when he saw the light in his eyes, he felt that he was still alive at that time, and continued to work hard to live.

Although Ji Mo felt that he and Zhu Rong had different purposes for repeatedly asking this question, Zhu Rong wanted to see him more deeply, while he wanted to see his apprentice more lively, but they always did the same thing, Everyone loves to ask such nasty questions.

"You're getting old too. Judging by your appearance, your revenge should have been avenged. I don't know how your scumbag father is..."

Ji Mo whispered to the old man, he knew that the other party couldn't hear him, so he could only say these words to himself.

The hatred of his apprentice is just a word, if you have a stepmother, you will have a stepfather.

It's just that the scumbag father was not so obvious at the beginning, just like many people would blame women for their faults. Before this, the young and ignorant boy never thought that his father was a scumbag. It needs the consent of the son, not to mention marrying his aunt, saying that he wants to take better care of him.

All of these seem to be no problem. My aunt became a stepmother, and she treated him very well after entering the door. She always hugged him and pampered him. She agreed to everything he wanted, and turned him into an ignorant dude. After he got used to it Every time I was trained by my scumbag father, my stepmother came to help, and the stepmother's son was born.

It was nothing at all, and he never thought of harming that little child, but the child was sick, and all kinds of evidence showed that it was related to him. He didn't admit it, of course he didn't admit it. Why did he do that? There is such a big difference in age. Can the child threaten his status as the legitimate son?

The stepmother didn't help him this time, but just cried, saying that maybe he didn't mean it, but just couldn't figure it out for a while, and blamed herself for neglecting to discipline him.

The more the scumbag father heard, the more angry he became, and he did not speak out of the family law, and even broke his leg. Later, as if trying to see him, he let him know the true face of his family... He was disfigured and thrown out. The reason for being killed directly may be that the scumbag father didn't want to be contaminated with the sin of killing his parents and children.

Ji Mo had heard him cry bitterly, the world was turned upside down overnight, it was such a big change that no one could accept, but what if he didn't accept it?

A teenager, a teenager who knows nothing, has nothing to do, and barely surviving is his biggest struggle.

"Master, you are right. Actually, there is nothing difficult. Everything is very simple. It is very simple."

Weeping bitterly for it, hating it, it's just because they care about it. When they don't care, what can those people do?

The old man murmured in his sleep, as if expressing what was in his heart, but tears still fell from the corners of his eyes.

Ji Mo sighed softly, wanted to tuck the corner of the quilt for him, and passed his hand through the quilt, only to realize that he was powerless, looking at his appearance, he sighed again.

It looks okay, but, is it really okay?

In the deserted room, it seemed that no outsiders came, and indeed no outsiders came, and the only ones who often stayed with him were servants.

Do you have no relatives?

No, Ji Mo saw someone begging the old man, wanting to learn the skills of a musician from him.

"You can't learn."

Looking at the young boy with a youthful face, the old man vetoed it with one word.

The young man refused to agree, and he begged repeatedly: "Why can't you learn it, grandpa, no one else in our family wants to learn it except me, so you can teach me, this skill can't be lost properly."

What he said made sense, and Ji Mo nodded aside, yes, no matter what, skills must always be passed on.

"You can't learn."

The old man still refused.

The young man refused to give up. After repeatedly begging to no avail, he sneaked into the room once while the old man was away and rummaged around. He found two books and hid them in his arms and took them away.

With sharp eyes, Ji Mo recognized at a glance that the book was clearly written by himself, and the content on it should also have the skills of heart joy and war joy.

He has no idea, anyone can learn it, as long as they put their heart into it, can learn it, and can pass it on, that's fine. As for what people who have learned these skills will do, as long as they don't break the law.

Others, can not control more.

The old man found out afterwards, with a sullen face, and tried to find the grandson again, but he couldn't find him. The grandson had already known that he would anger the old man, so he ran away directly from home.

"This bastard, what does he know!"

The old man cursed in the room, but after scolding, he had no choice but to ask someone to find him. At the same time, he had to think about the matter of recruiting apprentices.

He didn't intend to inherit this skill at first, but since it can't be banned, it's better for him to find a reliable inheritor.

Just as Ji Mo thought for a while back then, disfigurement has really become a "tradition" for choosing an heir. The old man found a beggar and asked him if he would like to learn art from him. , the prerequisites are met.

What's not to like?

Qi'er was not a person who cared about his appearance. Don't say that his face was only pockmarked and disfigured. Even if there were any unsatisfactory conditions, he would not hesitate to cut his face with a knife.

[Please select the time, 100 years, 200 years, 500 years, 1000 years...]

"100."

The light in front of him has changed a bit, and it seems that he has traveled a hundred years in the blink of an eye. In front of him is a thatched hut.

The mud walls of the thatched hut, the wooden furniture doesn’t even have a single carved pattern, it looks bare, it feels very empty, there are no different furniture in total, beds, cabinets, tables and chairs, the room that can be seen at a glance is a bit narrow.

In the cabinet, the guqin is in it, and it is still the same piano box. There is nothing extra in it, and nothing has changed, but the environment has really changed too much.

Suddenly from a rich environment to this impoverished environment, Ji Mo passed through the earthen wall and went outside to have a look. This is a thatched hut halfway up the mountain. To say it is a hut may be a bit underestimated. On the other side, more than one hut seems to be a farmyard.

Quite quaint.

But that beggar's descendant?

No, 100 years, maybe the apprentice of the grandson?

Ji Mo no longer wants to get to the bottom of who it is. Except for his apprentice, the rest are far away from him. Even if he knows each other, the other party doesn't know him, so it doesn't make any sense at all.

What's more, maybe this piano was given away by his apprentice?

Thinking of this in his heart, Ji Mo turned around and found that the place was very empty, there was no one there, not even a servant, it was cold everywhere, there was no fire on the stove, and there was no food or clothing in sight And so on, it doesn't look like it's inhabited.

Is it abandoned?

No, this guqin is worth something anyway.