I farmed in ancient times

Shangshu's mansion is plain white, Jue Ming is dressed in plain white, with the left half of his hair loose, like a statue, kneeling in front of the coffin for a long time.

Wang Zhizhou heard that his teacher had passed away, and came to express his condolences on leave. There was a faint sadness in the house, no one was crying, but it was oppressive and breathless.

The outside world heard that Shang Shu of the Ministry of Rites had passed away, and people who were close to Cen Daonian came to mourn.

The oil lamp flickered on and off in front of the coffin, and Cen Chaoan came over with a bowl of porridge, his voice hoarse, "Brother, eat as much as you want."

Cassia raised his head, Cen Chaoan's cheeks were sunken and his cheekbones were raised, his eyes were blue, and his chin was full of stubble.

Both of them looked like this, if they didn't have their younger siblings to arrange meals these few days, they probably would starve to death and follow Cen Daonian.Jueming hooked his head, supported the ground with one hand and slowly raised one leg first, got up tremblingly, took the bowl and took two sips silently.

The porridge tasted very light, even after drinking it, it was still hard to swallow.

After holding on to drink half a bowl, Caesar couldn't finish it, so he put down the bowl and continued to kneel down on the futon.

Cen Chaoan knelt on one side and shouted, "Brother..."

"I should have come back earlier." Jueming lowered his head, with all the self-blame written in his heart.

If he hadn't been away from home for such a long time, maybe he could have discovered the clues of Father Cen earlier and found a cure earlier.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Caesar secretly wept, and took out the small book in his bosom.

On the yellowed paper, every page is filled with teeny lowercase script, full of ink and ink, carefully writing a sentence: After recovering from the wind and cold, I feel that my behavior is not the same as before.

Turning to the next page, it reads: Suspected to be possessed by ghosts and gods, it seems to be named "Jiaming", Ming has a very good heart, if it is a ghost, it must be a good ghost.

At the end of the writing, the small script is written like a snake, and the handwriting is very casual. Most of them are small things that record Cassia Ming’s daily life. For example, Cassia Ming’s cooking today is too salty. Mother, I am also afraid that others will notice that Cassia's speech is a little different from the outside world.

——I thought it was a good cover-up at the time.

There was no one else in the main hall, Jue Ming opened his mouth and wanted to cry, hot tears fell down his cold face, the sound of crying was tightly suppressed in his throat and he couldn't make a sound.

Cen Chaoan turned his face away and wiped his face with his hands.

Caesar dipped his sleeves into his tears, then read the contents of the little book.

His body smelled bloody, as if his arm was injured, so he kept silent, asking?If there is nothing wrong...then add another sentence: There is no serious problem.

Looking back, Cen Daonian wrote less, and occasionally wrote interesting stories about the two brothers. Later, when he returned to Beijing, Cen Daonian didn't see the two children, so he wrote in his notebook: "Nian Cassia, Chaoan, I don't know if I have a meal?"do you sleep?

After Jueming returned to Beijing with Chao An, he went on a long trip, and Cen Daonian seldom wrote any more.

On the last page, the handwriting is scribbled.

My son Jueming, don't read it after you go.

With tears in his eyes, blurring the words on the page, Jue Ming closed the book, and it was already late at night outside.

The two stayed together all night. After tonight, the person who concealed his identity for him will be buried. The father who always indulged himself to do whatever he wants will never be seen again. There will be no second "Cen Daonian" in the world. .

night and day.

February [-]th, funeral.

Before his death, Cen Daonian had chosen a private house for himself. It was a hillside with mountains and rivers, with good geomantic omen and a view of Bianjing in the distance.

Today is a rare sunny day, the wind blows and the flags flutter, half of Caesar's hair falls with the wind.

When they reached the small hillside, Jueming didn't let too many people follow him, he only brought a few acquaintances with him. After the coffin was dropped, together with Cen Chaoan, they personally took a shovel and shoveled the loess onto the coffin one by one, and finally formed a coffin. A five-foot-square soil bag.

Cen Chaoan joined hands, and the two brothers erected the stone tablet, planted several cypress trees around the tomb, and put a pinch of loess on the tomb with their own hands.

If there is no accident in Cen Chao'an, he will settle in Bianjing for the rest of his life.

Several people saluted in front of the tomb, burned the paper money, and went home together.

On the day of returning to evil spirits, Cen Chaoan took the whole family out to escape according to the custom. Jueming followed him out of the gate of the mansion. After sitting in the inn for a while, he ate something hastily and said he wanted to rest and go to bed first.

Both of them were very tired these few days, Cen Chaoan did not doubt that he was there, so he asked his brother to rest first.

Jueming sat in the room for a while, took advantage of Chaoan's sleep, sneaked out of the inn, and easily climbed over the courtyard wall without disturbing anyone. After climbing in, Jueming quietly came to the main hall, where the coffin was parked before place.

If in the past, Cassia Ming did not believe it no matter what, there are still ghosts and gods in this world.

But now, he desperately hopes that after death, there will really be consciousness remaining in the world.

The main hall was gloomy and cold, and Cassia was sitting at the carved pear wood table where Cen's father usually made tea, waiting quietly.

Except for Night Breeze, there was nothing to patronize the main hall.

The Water and Land Ceremony lasted for 49 days, and the last time was done near the Qingming Festival.

Early in the morning, the drizzle started to fall non-stop, and the spring breeze pulled the rain slantingly, and the cold rain could almost fall directly into people's hearts through the clothes.

Jueming got up early in the morning, and without waiting for Cen Chaoan, he went straight to the stables and led Ta Xue out, got on his horse and went to Cen's father's tomb.

Before the grass grew in the new tomb, Caesar knelt in front of the tomb, took out paper money, and slowly started burning it.

Cen Chaoan came with his wife, and the three of them stayed in front of the tomb in silence for a while. Jue Ming carried the tombstone on his back and looked north, "I'm going back to Damo Township."

Although his father had repeatedly told him not to stop his elder brother from doing anything, Cen Chaoan felt very uncomfortable, as his relatives were about to be separated the moment they met.

Cen Chaoan asked gently: "Brother, don't you want to stay for a few more days?"

"No, if there is no accident, I will always be in Damo Township." Jueming shook his head, suppressed the cough in his chest, and turned to look at his siblings.

Cen Chao'an's wife is the youngest daughter of Cen's father's family, who married into the family last year. There are people who are good at housekeeping, and Cen's residence is much more orderly than before.

"Chao'an will have to take care of my siblings," said Jueming.

She blessed Fushen, "Don't dare to be, big brother is really in such a hurry to leave? Why don't you stay longer?"

Cassia shook his head, he could no longer stay in Bianjing, so he had to leave.

Squeezing his throat and coughing twice, Jueming went down the mountain, and Zhong Xin was already waiting beside him with two horses.

When he came to Beijing, he brought a large suitcase and a small suitcase, but when he returned to Damo Township, Jueming only brought a package and the black bow from Uncle Shi.

The world is full of fragrance in April, and the peach blossoms stretch for tens of miles along the road. I have been away from Damo Township for several years, and when I went back, I almost didn't recognize it.

The golden rapeseed is connected to the sky, and a ferry has been built on the reverse river. The green mountains are still there, the green water is flowing, and there are an endless stream of small boats.

There were many new houses at the foot of the mountain. Jue Ming got off his horse in surprise, walked across the bridge with Ta Xue, and stopped at the familiar foot of the mountain and in front of the familiar small courtyard.

"Father! Come on!"

A crunchy child's voice came from the room, followed by a rough man's thick voice, "What's the rush, come right away."

The courtyard door was opened, and a dark-skinned kid ran out of the door. Seeing two older brothers holding horses standing at the door, the little boy stopped and asked politely, "What's the matter with you guys?" ?”

"Who is it?" The rough man's voice came from the courtyard, and then half of the door was pulled open by a big generous palm, revealing the same dark face. stone head breathed

"This is your Brother Jue Ming!"

Xiao Shitou covered his forehead and called out sweetly, "Brother Jueming, hello! Brother Jueming, come and sit in the room and rest!"

Little Stone's eyes rolled around, not timid at all.

Jue Ming pursed his lips and smiled, "The little stone has grown so big."

"Come in and have a seat." Uncle Shi didn't leave the door, and hurriedly asked Jueming to sit in the house. Jueming didn't refuse, handed Zhong Xin the reins of Treading Snow, and followed Uncle Shi into the yard, saying that there was still something to do. Instead of going in to sit, he stood in the courtyard and said a few words.

Hearing that Mrs. Cen passed away, Uncle Shi stroked Xiao Shitou's little head, feeling very sorry.

Asked how long Jueming planned to stay when he came back this time, Jueming said that he didn't know, but he would probably stay for a while.

Cassia came back quietly, and no one was disturbed except Uncle Shi's family. Uncle Shi warmly invited Cassia to live in his small courtyard, but Cassia declined politely. After praying.

On the same day, Jueming went into the mountain alone with his bedding, pots and bowls, and asked Zhong Xin to raise two horses in the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain. If nothing happened, don't go to the mountain.

Zhong Xin was very puzzled why the officials did this.

After entering the mountain, in order to avoid the frequent pedestrians going to the mountain temple, I deliberately chose to settle at the lake where I found the source.

On weekdays, apart from going down the mountain to bring some rice noodles, I seldom show up.

Zhong Xin gradually became aware of his abnormality.

Before Mingming, her lips were red and her teeth were white, her cheeks were red, healthy and round.

As the temperature gradually climbed, Jue Ming also gradually became thinner. His sleeves were breezy and his cheeks were shriveled. Except that his eyes were still bright, he was really the same as when he was sick when Cen Shangshu was alive.

And Caesar Ming seemed to know his own situation, so Zhong Xin was not allowed to go to the doctor, let alone tell others, Zhong Xin felt very uncomfortable, Caesar Ming treated people very well, how could he step into Cen Shangshu's footsteps... how could it be!

The summer wind blows, and suddenly there are more storms.

The sky was cloudy, the rain was torrential, and it continued to fall.

Excessive accumulation of lake water will cause mountain torrents, so Cassia holds an oil-paper umbrella, goes to the lake, takes out blue beads and throws them into the sky.

The blue bead seemed to have a sense of the lake water, and it floated over the center of the lake, emitting blue light.An incredible scene appeared in the sky, the water column kept surging towards the central blue bead, and the water level of the lake gradually decreased.

Cassia held an umbrella and looked up at the sky, not sure if it was an illusion, but the rain gradually became lighter.

Suddenly there was a sound of fighting in the distance, Jue Ming turned around, just in time to see a young man in the forest neatly slashing his long sword across the throat of the man in black with his backhand, blood spattering.

The young man turned his head, shouldered the sword, and walked out of the shadows in the forest step by step, revealing his handsome face.

With wet hair sticking to his face, raindrops hitting the corners of his lips, the young man smiled unrestrainedly at the young man under the oil-paper umbrella.

"Here I am." The young man said, "I will never let you go again."