Wang Zhijing

Su Yun, you're awake. "

Su Yun?

"Yes, that's your name."

I started to think about it, and suddenly I had a splitting headache.

Xiao Jiu told me that I was poisoned, and even though I was alive, there was still blood in my brain.It was the master who saved me.

I tried to think back to the past, but was stopped by a severe headache.

The master said, don't force it.If you can remember it, you will eventually remember it, if you can't remember it, just let it go.

I nodded.

But in the dead of night, there are always images in front of my mind, some things, some people.I couldn't help but grab it, and after that, I got more and more headaches.

Xiao Jiu looked at me worriedly.

"Brother, if you can't remember it, forget it. The master said, you will never get better if you continue like this, and your life will be in danger."

I smiled and patted his head.

"Okay, I'll just stop thinking about it."

Xiao 91 was two years old, weak and sick, and was abandoned in the wilderness.The master carried him back to the mountain to practice martial arts and refine Qi.His foundation is too weak, and he will never grow tall.The master is used to traveling around, and there are only me and him in the huge east.I have not recovered from my injuries, and I am a disabled person who is bedridden. Only Xiaojiu is busy in and out every day, taking care of everything on the mountain, and taking care of me.

A month later, I got out of bed with a cane.Outside the hut, the autumn air is crisp and the clouds are rolling and relaxing.

Take a deep breath, then exhale.

The past goes with the wind, and the geese go without leaving a trace.

If we meet again in the future, it will also be a deja vu.The master said, just follow the fate.

Since I stopped thinking about the past, my body has recovered very quickly.

Xiao Jiu looked at me and smiled happily.

"Brother, your illness is recovering soon, that's great."

I walked across a meadow and through bushes.

A sika deer peeped out from behind a tree, blinked, and ran towards me.

"Ali." I called it, "Long time no see."

Xiao Jiu came to me, and I beckoned to him, "Come and meet A Li, you just came when I went down the mountain. A Li was rescued by the second senior brother, and was taken away early in the morning. I didn't expect to see him again .”

Xiao Jiu was stunned, and suddenly jumped up.

"Brother, you remember! You remember!"

I was stunned.

ah yes.I thought of Ali, and my fellow apprentices.

My name is Su Yun, and I am the sixth disciple of the master.At the age of eight, he went up to the mountain to learn art, and went down the mountain every winter.Half a year in the mountains, half a year in the city.

Lucheng is my hometown, far away from Donglin.Hurry up, eat and sleep, I will rush home to celebrate the New Year.

My father, Su Zongguan, used to work in Jingzhong. When I was 15 years old, Yiman said goodbye to his master, he had already resigned because of his health.The Su family has been scholarly for generations, and my father asked me to study.Martial arts are nothing more than self-defense, so he advised me to continue my official career.

I remembered.There is a mother at home.My father never took a concubine, and he was loving and harmonious with my mother. I also have a younger sister who is six years younger than me.We all call her Minmin. My mother always wanted a daughter, and she got her wish after many years. Minmin was spoiled by us.

I remembered, I remembered everything.

Xiaojiu and I waited for the master to come back at the mountain pass. The master gave Xiaojiu the reins of the green mule and patted the snow on my shoulder.

"Su Yun, it's time to go down the mountain."

Someone at home was already waiting in the town below the mountain.A loyal old servant fell to his knees when he saw me, his tears choked up and he said, "Eldest young master..."

I helped him up and hugged the old man's shoulders vigorously.

"Uncle Zhong, I'm back!"

Standing beside Uncle Zhong was a handsome young man, his face was also full of tears and his eyes were red from crying.

"My lord..." he called me.

I was stunned: "You are..."

The boy cried even more sadly.

"His name is Bianxin." Uncle Zhong paid attention to my face, "Young master...don't remember?"

Lian Xin threw herself in front of me: "Young master...Young master, you don't know me anymore?"

I hastened to help him up and looked carefully at the young man's face, the blank eyes made the young man burst into tears.

I looked at Bian Xin apologetically: "I'm sorry, I lost some memory."

Bian Xin wiped away her tears, and tried her best to smile: "No, no, son, you don't have to think about it, it doesn't matter if you don't think about it."

Xiaojiu told Uncle Zhong about my illness, Bianxin is a considerate child.

I felt even more guilty, and touched the top of Bianxin's hair: "Your name is Bianxin? Give me some time, I will remember."

I think of master, senior brother, Ali... father, mother, sister... Uncle Zhong...

But I don't know the heart.

"Where did we meet?" On the way home, I asked Lian Xin in the car.

Bian Xin lowered her head, looking a little flustered: "Young master, if you can't remember it, forget it. I... I am the one who serves you."

I saw Uncle Zhong say something to Bian Xin, and the child's faltering probably has something to do with it.

I smiled and it was not difficult for him, these things will always come to mind slowly.Don't be in a hurry.

The old house in Lucheng is located in the west of the city. Looking at the familiar scenery along the way, I feel very at ease.

My mother and Minmin looked at me at the intersection early in the morning. When they saw me, they embraced and wept.

I asked about my father's illness, and my mother smiled and said, it's still the same, just come back.The family finally had a reunion dinner this evening.My father's old cold legs couldn't get off the ground, but he also came out to eat with us, and his eyes glowed when he saw me.

"I'm back." He said lightly, "Sit down and eat."

I was picked up from the ground by Minmin, she pulled me, "Brother, you sit here. Remember, you used to sit here."

I looked at the east end of the Eight Immortals Table, and suddenly remembered a person, and asked, "Minmin, where is your sister Qing'er? Does she know I'm back?"

Minmin was stunned, and looked at her mother with her eyes.Mother didn't speak, she turned her face away.

"What's wrong?" I asked in surprise.

The father looked at the mother, who was shaking her head, and the father said, "Sooner or later you will know. Why don't you tell him now."

My heart sank: "Qing'er...what's wrong?"

The father said in a deep voice: "Don't you remember? That child Qing'er has already gone. You were by her side when she went."

There is nothing like a bolt from the blue.

I stay where I am.

After a long time, I asked in a trembling voice, "When... when did it happen?"

"a year ago."

I remember that in the fall of Xunqin one year, I went to Beijing to rush for the exam.Qing'er's uncle is an official in the capital, so she followed me to Beijing.Of course it was in the name of visiting relatives, but in fact we had already made a marriage arrangement and traveled far together.When she came over, her parents and the elders of the Ni family had no objection, they only said that if I was in high school, we would go to the capital together to get married.

On the eve of the spring of the second year of Xunqin, Qing'er lived with me in the old mansion that my father had built when he was an official.Uncle Zhong takes care of the daily chores.Qing'er is taking care of my daily life.

Raise the eyebrows and respect each other as guests.The moon is bright and the flowers are dark, and the red sleeves add fragrance.

Qing'er and I, our childhood sweethearts, know each other very well.How can a husband ask for a wife like this?

I am making final preparations for the examination, and I have no lack of confidence in Zhongju.Looking forward to the time when the gold list is inscribed, in addition to the shining lintel, there will also be the lingering lingering of wedding candles.

My memory stays in the spring of the second year of Xunqin.

The one year ago that my father said was the fifth year of Xunqin.

In the autumn of the sixth year of Xunqin, I woke up from my lethargy.

What happened during these four years?

Why did Qing'er die?

289 Su Yun – Old Man

Minmin told me that Qing'er died of illness.I stayed by her bedside for a month, and she died in my arms.

I asked her what her illness was, and Qing'er was always in good health.

Minmin couldn't tell, she looked at me with flickering eyes.

Everyone is hiding something from me.

I struggled with a severe headache and tried to remember, but I found nothing but slipping into a bewildered stupor again.

Why can't I remember such an important thing?

My mother brought me the decoction, and I propped myself up to comfort her, "It's an old problem, the master said as long as you don't force it."

Mother said: "If you still can't remember it, forget it. Maybe it's too sad to remember those days."

I nod.My father also came to see me once.Walking with crutches was difficult.

I got up from the bed and went to help my father.

"Father, I'm fine, don't worry about my son."

My father reached out and touched my face.

"I lost weight. Tell your mother to make some soup to make up for it."

I said yes, and he was helped back by Minmin.

My whole family is worried about me, and I can't be sad anymore.

After a month and a half I was back to normal.I found a day without snow, and went out for a walk with my heart.

Bian Xin is a clever and considerate child, and has already asked about the place where Qing'er is buried.I rode a horse, let Lian Xin sit on the back of the horse, and galloped all the way out of the city to visit the grave.

Wan Xin hugged my waist behind the horse, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Master, I used to go out with Wan Xin like this."

"Really?" I smiled, "I don't remember."

Bian Xin tightly grasped my clothes, "I'm sorry, my lord, I shouldn't have mentioned it."

His hands were sweating, and his voice was crying with regret.

I quickly comforted him: "It's okay. From now on, I won't force it. If I can think of it, I will remember it naturally. Bianxin, you follow me now, I remember you, and I won't forget you in the future."

Bian Xin cried softly, "Master, you are always so kind to me."

I patted his hand, "Silly boy, you are the one who treats me very well. I know you are not a servant of the Su family, but you have been following me."

Wan Xin choked and said: "Unless the young master doesn't want to, Wan Xin will leave."

I smiled and said, "As long as you want to stay in the Su family, no one will drive you away."

"Son..."

"Okay, don't cry. Sit tight, we're almost there."

Qing'er's tomb is built near the water, with gentle grass and beautiful green hills.

I stayed by the tomb until the sun went down, silently accompanying me with my heart full of worry, and my family members were also waiting.

So I stood up, smiled and said, "Okay, let's go."

hold me tight