Bai Yujing

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"Mr. Su," the aunt's voice outside was hearty, holding a bamboo basket on her wrist, which was full of freshly dug sweet potatoes.

The man who was writing a letter glanced at the young man rubbing ink next to him, got up and opened the door, he was a little surprised and said, "Aunt Wang, why are you here?"

Aunt Wang stuffed the basket into Su Yuan's hands, "A few days ago Cao Dagou's family stole two of my cows. Thanks to your son who wrote a complaint for me and sued the official for me, he got back the old scalper for me! I am alone. The village woman didn't have much money to give the young master, so she picked some sweet potatoes grown by herself for the young master to taste."

"Longevity?" Su Yuan turned to look at the young man standing beside him, "You wrote it?"

The young man came out, took out a sweet potato from the basket, and returned all the rest, "Ma'am, I don't want to repay you for helping you. The farmers have worked hard, and the younger generation took it. You take the rest back for your children to eat." Bar."

"Mr. Su's son is really good at teaching, really sensible," Aunt Wang said with emotion, "Since the young master said so, I can't force you to stay, old lady. From now on, the young master will often come to my house to play!"

"I……"

Su Yuan smiled and patted Chang Sheng's head and explained: "You misunderstood, he is not my son."

"Oh, that day I asked the young master what his name was, and the young master only said that he belonged to Mr. Su's family. I thought it was your child. The old lady is rude. Mr. Su, please don't take it too seriously."

Su Yuan waved his hands and said, "How could it be? If you need anything in the future, feel free to come to me and Changsheng."

Aunt Wang glanced at the two gratefully, thanked each other and left.Su Yuan is the teacher in the village. Not only does he not take any money, but he doesn't even dislike their naughty village boys. They all know that Su Yuan was originally an imperial official in the capital, but for some reason he came to this remote place and let him go. Rejecting the official position given by the imperial court, Leng Shengsheng settled in this village.

Su Yuan didn't know, and didn't care what Aunt Wang was thinking. Seeing her leave, he took the sweet potato from Chang Sheng's hand, "Wash it and give it to you to eat."

"I'll do it myself... I'm already this old." Chang Sheng said.

Su Yuan shook his head with a smile, and carefully rubbed the mud on the sweet potatoes bit by bit with clean water.

His pair of scholar's hands are now covered with calluses, and it's hard to see the original appearance.

"Although you grow faster than ordinary people, you are always a child in my heart."

With a "bang", Chang Sheng, who was helping Su Yuan to scoop water, dropped the gourd scoop into the bucket, and his lips trembled slightly: "Mr. Su..."

Su Yuan handed the washed sweet potato to Chang Sheng's hands, and touched his brow with his index finger, "Do you think I'm stupid?"

A drop of water fell between Changsheng's eyebrows, and he said in a daze, "I've tried my best to control my growth rate, but I really want to grow up."

Su Yuan was amused when he saw his stupefied look, "Five years," he gestured to Changsheng's head, "You have grown from such a small doll to a boy who is not much shorter than me, and the Four Books and Five Classics would not be memorized without you." Yes, your mind has long been beyond the appearance of a child, I don't believe you are an ordinary person."

"You... sir are not afraid of me, don't you despise me?" Changsheng murmured: "I am a monster, sir, I am a tree demon."

Su Yuan teased him with a smile, "I am a man of seven feet, am I afraid of you as a little monster?" He stuffed the sweet potato that Chang Sheng was grasping stupidly into his mouth, "Taste it, my aunt specially gave it to you."

Chang Sheng, who was holding a sweet potato in his mouth, suddenly had red eyes. He took a bite of the sweet potato, hugged Su Yuan while chewing, all the juice from his mouth rubbed on his clothes, "Sir, you are so kind..."

Su Yuan let him wipe his tears and snot all over his clothes, spread his hands and said, "I have to do laundry tonight, so I can't teach you how to read."

In the evening, the sky was getting dark, Su Yuan sat by the stream, wiped his clothes with soap root, and when the soap was smooth, he put his clothes on a smooth big rock and beat them with a stick, while Chang Sheng sat on the side to rest. Watching him wash quietly, propping his head on one hand, his eyes are full of Su Yuan.

"Mr. Su!" The lady who came to do the laundry next to him saw him and greeted him enthusiastically, "Come to do the laundry."

"Big Sister Song," Su Yuan replied politely.

"Mr. Su, whose family is that baby next to you? Didn't I hear that you have a baby?"

"My cousin's child, come and play for two days." Su Yuan said casually.

He discovered the unusualness of Changsheng early on. In order to prevent him from arousing the suspicion of others, he always let him see other people as little as possible, and assigned different identities to him of different sizes and stages. Fortunately, they live together Living alone in the mountains is not too suspicious.

Sure enough, what Sister Song said was just an introduction, and she didn't care too much about who Changsheng was, but then she put on the topic and said: "Mr. Su is approaching his thirties. As the old saying goes, you should first start a family and then start a career. Married a daughter-in-law..." She glanced at Su Yuan who was washing clothes, "Washing clothes is not a man's job, it's better to have a woman to help take care of the house."

"Women can wash, why can't men wash?" Su Yuan said with a smile: "Sister Song looks down on me too much." After walking back, he just smiled and said, "Whoever can marry Master Su is truly blessed."

Su Yuan smiled noncommittally, "Sister Song is flattering me too much."

Originally, no one took these words to heart, but they didn't expect that in the middle of the night, just as Su Yuan turned off the lights and was about to fall asleep, there was a knock on the door.

"Sir, it's me." Chang Sheng's voice came from outside the door.

"Come in." Su Yuan was about to put on his coat, but the door was pushed open with a creak, and Chang Sheng walked in front of Su Yuan with his pillow in his arms, "Sir, I had a nightmare and wanted to sleep with you. "

"What did you dream about?" Su Yuan put down the hand that was planning to hold the coat, and stepped back a little to make way for Chang Sheng.

"I dreamed that my husband married a wife," he sounded aggrieved.

Seeing him fighting for favor, Su Yuan smiled and coaxed: "Even if you marry a wife, longevity is the most important thing in Mr.'s heart, okay?"

Suddenly an arm wrapped around his waist, Su Yuan was stunned, and then he heard Chang Sheng say: "I want Mr. to be my wife."

"What are you thinking?" Su Yuan scratched his nose, "You and I are both men," he thought smartly, "Have you reached the age where you know Mu Shaoai, and you want to be a little girl too?" He touched Touching Changsheng's head, "Don't worry, although you don't have any parents by your side, when you become an adult, if you like someone, Mr. will decide for you and marry that girl back for you."

"What's wrong with the man, that "Song of the Yue People"...'The mountains have trees and the trees have branches, and the heart is happy with the king, and the king doesn't know', it was written about men." Chang Sheng muttered in a low voice.

"What are you mumbling about?" Su Yuan didn't hear clearly, but Chang Sheng sat up angrily, and ran back to his room like a gust of wind.Su Yuan rubbed the center of his brows, and sighed lowly, "The child is getting older and has a temper." After speaking, he was like a lonely old father, and quickly fell asleep while taking advantage of the moonlight.

——I didn't know that the teenager in the next room felt what could be called lust for the first time, and the palm of his hand was full of nightmare-like addiction after touching his waist.

And I don't even know that on that moonlit night, the little monster ran to the stream by himself to wash his pants quietly.

But he really found out that since that day, Changsheng seems to have changed a little bit.

He began to grow wildly regardless, the last bit of roundness on his face faded away, leaving only the toughness of a young man, even a little bit taller than Su Yuan, and when he went out again, Su Yuan would introduce him as his brother up.

Changsheng began to grab some work from him forcefully, such as washing clothes and farming, such as hand washing soup.

Su Yuan was overwhelmed by the flattery, but at the same time, he sighed with emotion that our son had just grown up. From time to time, when he was tired from reading, Chang Sheng would come to rub his shoulders and feed him the washed fruit.

In addition, he suddenly received a letter.

For several years since he was relegated, he wrote letters to countless old friends, but there was no response. He had lost confidence long ago. Although he kept writing, he never expected anything until Changsheng handed him a letter, " Sir, your letter." He gave it to him, but didn't leave, just stood by his side to watch him open the letter.

But Su Yuan could tell whose handwriting it was at a glance... It was the longevity he taught him, not the "Huang Fulin" in the inscription at all.

Looking at Chang Sheng's eyes with a little anxiety and expectation, he suddenly understood.

He asked Changsheng to send those letters. Although he tried his best to adjust his emotions, the depression of being relegated and the helplessness of seeing people's livelihood always made him often depressed, and the indifference and alienation of his friends were tantamount to making him worse. .

Most likely, Changsheng just didn't want him to be disappointed, so he wrote him a letter pretending to be his friend Huang Fulin.

"Brother Fu Lin is still willing to write to me," he pretended to be happy to receive a letter from a friend, and looked at Chang Sheng's excited opening.

Sure enough, Changsheng, who had been tense all the time, suddenly relaxed, and said happily, "That's great!"

In this way, he communicated with "Huang Fulin" for a long time under the condition of unilaterally knowing it. Even if he knew, the one who replied to the letter was always Chang Sheng who lived next door.

In their letters, they chatted about poems and songs, romance, ambitions, the future of Nanchen and the turbulent situation in the north and south.

Changsheng is more thoughtful and insightful than he imagined, and he has a thorough understanding of his reform and is extremely supportive.During their several years of correspondence, the details of the reform were perfected step by step, and Su Yuan finally wrote several thick books.

——Although I don’t know whether those beating and active thoughts will reappear in the Nanchen court.

Changsheng always comforted him in the letter: "Salt plums are sent, and they will return."

He didn't know when Changsheng read "Sui Shu".

There were also a few times when he caught Changsheng writing a reply letter, and Changsheng hid it covertly, but he just pretended not to notice, bowing his head, but his heart was full of warmth.

Su Yuan is the eldest son in the family, and the humerus in the court. His parents need him to take care of him, his younger siblings need him to worry about, and the country needs him to worry about it. It seems that he has not been taken care of like this for a long time.

Before he was relegated, he originally planned to marry according to his parents' orders, but suddenly, after he was ordered to move to the left, the young lady's family also withdrew his marriage.

Coming to this remote place, he didn't want his wife and children to suffer with him, and picked up a child like Changsheng who needed to be taken care of, so he didn't even think about marrying a wife.

But now he occasionally sees Changsheng busy for him, and always prepares the clothes for him before he wakes up in the morning, which always reminds him of Changsheng's joke, and from time to time he will follow his whims: if Changsheng is a girl...

In the end, I always pinch off this imagination full of guilt, and help Changsheng to water the ground.

——Until something happened suddenly, he received a letter from the real Huang Fulin.

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The post of salt plums has its own return. ——"Sui Shu·Liu Fang, Zheng Yi and Other Biography"