Qu clear as promised

Xiaodouding said bitterly: "Then what should I do?"

Liang Huiping put on a cold face and never said a word to anyone. Now that he met a child who didn't know much about the world, he was willing to shake his heart. He wiped his face with both hands, and said in a hoarse voice almost in despair: "I don't know how manage."

Seeing that the god was about to cry, Xiao Douding also became anxious, scratched his head, thought for a while, grabbed his sleeve and said, "Then you go and confess to him, my father made my mother angry, so go kneel down on the doorstep. Pour tea, buy rouge, and say a lot of nice things to coax her, if you speak well, Brother Immortal will forgive you."

"No," Liang Hui's heart sank heavily, and he told him cruelly, and also told himself, "He won't forgive me, he doesn't want me anymore, he doesn't want to come back."

"Ah," Xiao Douding was about to cry: "Don't be sad, no, you can't give up, you, you think about Brother Immortal, if you think about him more, he will hear your wish."

As if he remembered something, his eyes lit up: "Really, at that time I made a wish to him to get the first place in the religious examination and it came true."

So he has been thinking about seeing these two gods again since then, and he still has many wishes that have not been fulfilled in time.

Liang Hui raised his eyes, and Xiao Douding not only resembled that person with his bookish air of "getting first in the exam", but also his reasonable appearance.

"As long as you are sincere, he will hear it, and he will come back when he knows how much you miss him."

Liang Hui paused, the man also said the same thing, if the heart is sincere, the gods and Buddhas will come to help, and everything can be accomplished.

He spent three years in his heart, which was almost frozen by despair, and felt warm again: "Really?" As long as he is sincere enough, will Zhu Zhiyi appear?

"Really, really." The little man said, "As the old saying goes, gold and stone can be opened with sincerity. If you persevere, you can carve gold and stone."

"..." No one has reasoned with Liang Hui for a long time, after Zhu Zhiyi left.

Xiao Douding: "If I see him next time, I will share my wish with you."

Liang Hui: "Yes."

At that time, he only thought it was childish and childish, but he didn't realize that this little bean sprout's wish really helped him a lot.

"What's your name, which one is it?"

"My name is Liang Xijing, you can call me Ajing, I live in King Jing's Mansion."

King Jing is Huizong's cousin, a rich and idle person, he loves to enjoy flowers and birds, never gets involved in the affairs of the government and the public, has been honest and responsible all these years, and has no sense of presence among the royal family.

Liang Hui lowered his eyes: "Ah Jing."

"Brother, what about you, you haven't told me your name yet."

"I... my name is Liang Junting."

"Oh, brother Junting, don't be sad anymore," Liang Xijing took his hand, "If you are not happy, you can come to Jingwang Mansion to play with me. My family has red carps, crickets, and white rabbits. My father also raised horses. Son, run fast!"

Liang Hui glanced at him, and said flatly, "There are wolves in my family."

"..." The child said a little aggrieved, "That's because you are better."

Liang Hui gave a rare, shallow and brief smile: "I'll ask someone to bring you to my house when I'm free."

The child's eyes shined brightly, but he nodded vigorously, but he said reservedly: "But it won't be until the middle of the month. On weekdays, I will go to Zongxue, practice archery, and play chess. In the recent ten-day exam, I will study hard and get the first place in the list." .”

"..., you are very busy."

Liang Hui thought, that person was also like this when he was a child. All his time was scheduled to be full, and he was competitive. He had to fight for the first place in everything. Otherwise, why did he never go to the Dalian temple fair for so long.

A servant woman was looking for someone outside the yard, Liang Xijing suddenly stretched out her hand to hold Liang Hui's finger, and shook it: "Then it's settled, I'm leaving!" After speaking, he ran away.

Liang Hui hurried back to the palace, and the tremella wolf was waiting for him at the gate of the palace. Liang Hui kicked it lightly and said, "Go to the palace."

The tremella wolf was already over half a person tall, and walked ahead swaggeringly.

It was the palace where Zhu Zhiyi was imprisoned. It was quiet and no one dared to disturb it. Liang Hui planted ten miles of black plums and several large tanks of water lilies.

Dozens of Buddha statues in the universe stand tall, with majestic eyebrows. These gods and Buddhas have heard Liang Hui's madness laughing these years, and have seen him lock himself up and cry bitterly, and have seen him torture himself until he is neither human nor ghost. A pool of stagnant water.

Liang Hui went in without worshiping or offering incense. He just sat in front of the case and continued to carve his unfinished jade statue.

Ever since he prayed to gods and Buddhas, consulted celestial masters, and drew talismans to call back souls a few years ago, but that person never came back, he no longer believes in gods and Buddhas and is not afraid of ghosts, besides——

He has his own god, the mountains and rivers are vast, and the world is so big, he is only willing to worship that one person, and he will only be a pious follower of that person in this life.

Holding his noble god in his palm—the jade statue carved by him, the emperor began his daily routine of chattering: "I met a child today."

"It's quite like you." Liang Hui's carving knife turned around, and raised the corners of the god's eyes, like peach blossoms.

Although that person has an upright personality, sometimes he will reveal an unknowingly seductive look, which is not common. Only those who are close to him and like to observe him all the time are lucky enough to pick up this floating fragrance .

Liang Hui's writing was very smooth, and the outline of the other person's face, eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips had already been engraved on his chest.

"He said that as long as I am sincere and persevering, you will forgive me and come back." Liang Huiyin rubbed the slender neck of the jade statue with his rough fingertips all the year round, inch by inch, as if he was blasphemy , he whispered, "Will it be?"

"Do you know?"

The jade statue is noble, with cold eyes and no response.

Liang Hui smiled to himself again, and gently stroked the end of its hair: "It doesn't matter if you don't."

"You still don't want to come back because my heart is not sincere enough." Liang Hui's expression was almost humble, and his lacquered eyes were full of shocking stubbornness and deepness, "I can wait."

"Anyway, I still have a lifetime to wait."

If you can't wait before you die, Liang Hui thought darkly.

If that person will never appear again in this lifetime, then he will put these calligraphy, paintings, woodcuts, and jade carvings in his tomb.

His obsession is deep enough, maybe he can recruit that person's soul, he is content to meet him even if he can't stay together in life, even in death.

"Those vats of water lilies are about to bloom. I planted them myself. If you're interested, you can take a look." Liang Hui twitched the corners of his mouth mockingly, "I'm not good, but the flowers are still good. You can come and take a look."

His eyes hurt a little from the engraving, and the red blood was more obvious. He lay on the desk and touched the fingers of the jade statue very preciously, as if holding hands: "I went to see the Grand Tutor the day before yesterday. There is enough tea and incense. Don't worry." .”

As early as two years ago, Liang Hui re-examined the old case of the Xiandong Palace. He also wished the family a good reputation, used Zhu's disciples, and enshrined the Taifu as a respected teacher of Daliang.

At that time, he even selfishly wanted to delay the rehabilitation of the Taifu, to see if that person would come back to question him, condemn him, and urge him, but he was reluctant and did not dare to make him angry anymore.

Liang Hui pursed his lips, and carefully discussed with his god: "I, I don't know what I can't do well, can you tell me in a dream?"

He said in a tone that was aggrieved but did not dare to be aggrieved: "You haven't come to my dream for a long time."

"Isn't it okay to come to the dream?" Liang Hui dialed the meticulous brush, and the Nine-Five Lord who turned his hands into clouds and rain turned back into the child in the cold palace who couldn't get sugar, almost begging and muttering, " I, I just want to see you."

Just take a look.

"Or... have you really forgotten me?"

"Don't forget me?" Liang Hui asked.

"Forget it," he covered his disappointed eyebrows.

He originally wanted a lot, he wanted to wish Zhiyi to remember him, to wish Zhiyi to forgive him, to wish Zhiyi to come back, but in the end there was only one wish left, "I wish you were safe."