life fate

After Zixiu left, Zisangyu was always distracted.He had to admit that he always thought of Zixiu subconsciously.He remembered the first time he saw Zixiu, at that time Zixiu was stupid, cowering behind Master Yuanwu, Zi Sangyu was still thinking that this little master was really the legendary master Yuanwu's personal heir Disciple?

Fortunately, Zixiu spoke very well about Buddhism. He sat in front of the crowd with an indifferent appearance, and his speech was not slow or slow, making people intoxicated by it.

At that time, Zixiu attracted Zisangyu, so he went to find Zixiu to be his companion later.He also had to admit that Zixiu was an excellent person, knowledgeable, indifferent, and extremely indulgent.

What's more, he ran out of the yard privately at the risk of being punished by Master Yuan Wu, just to buy himself a rattle.

Zi Sangyu felt a little complicated, he couldn't explain his feelings for Zixiu.For him, Zixiu is a good friend who fits the soul, he can travel thousands of miles to meet each other, and he can pass letters to Hongyan just to repeat some trivial matters.

He has never been so close to anyone, nor has he cared so much about anyone... But, does this count as pleasing to him?

"Ayu," Zi Sangshi noticed that Zi Sangyu was wandering again, and called him with a frown, "what's the matter with you recently?"

Zi Sangyu quickly straightened his face: "Father, I was wrong."

"Is there something on your mind recently?" Zi Sangshi can be said to be very fond of Zi Sangyu, and his heart softened when he saw him admitting his mistake, and his tone softened.

Zi Sangyu was silent for a while: "Father, I want to go to the street."

Zi Sangshi hesitated for a moment and asked, "You... have a girl you fall in love with?"

Zisang Yu said, "No..."

In the end, Zi Sang Shi still let Zi Sang Yu go out for a walk, but ordered people to follow him closely.At the end of autumn, the south of the Yangtze River was overcast and rainy, and Zi Sangyu was walking around the streets and alleys holding an umbrella.He didn't know where Zixiu was, so he walked around.

He conceived a lot of ways to greet Zixiu in his mind, and even became nervous a little closer to his hometown.But he wandered around until night fell, and he didn't see Zixiu either.

His subordinates persuaded him to go back again and again, but Zisangyu had no choice but to return to Zisang's mansion full of disappointment.

The autumn rain didn't stop at once, Zi Sangyu stood in front of the window, listening to the sound of the rain beating the leaves, some unstoppable irritability welled up in his heart.Zixiu, where did he go?Is he still in Jiangnan?Are you not coming to see him in the future?

After these thoughts came up, Zi Sangyu suddenly felt panicked and uncomfortable.He was just a little surprised when he found Zixiu's feelings for him, but it was definitely not as uncomfortable as it is now.Compared to losing Zixiu, he seems to be more willing to accept Zixiu in another way...

At the end of autumn in the capital, the wind and sand are relatively heavy.The biting cold wind was blowing on Zixiu's body, even though he was in good health from martial arts, he couldn't stand the temperature.His clothes are thin, and he insists on wearing the teacher's clothes.

As for why Zixiu suddenly became a teacher, there is a long story to tell.

When Zi Xiu was looking for a job, he met an old man who had fainted on the road.He had learned some fur medicine skills before, and brought the old man back to the inn where he was staying, and took care of the old man to wake up.He didn't expect that the old gentleman was Mr. Boqing, who was well-known in the capital. The old gentleman had a private school, and he didn't know how many families tried to send their children to the private school.

But the old man was getting old, and when the cold autumn wind blew, all the diseases accumulated over the years all accumulated and recurred, and his body collapsed all at once.

The old man has no children under his knees, and he has been taken care of by Zixiu.He found that this young man had a calm temperament and a good conversation, so he took the responsibility of private school on Zixiu with his affection and reason.

Zixiu has taught a lot about Buddha in his life. Many people call him "Master", but no one has ever called him "Mr."The old gentleman's body really couldn't support him to continue teaching. Anyway, Zixiu had no other good place to go now, so he simply agreed to the old gentleman.

When he walked into the school, the students stood up and saluted respectfully.The old gentleman taught him the course, but he just followed the script.But fortunately, he has experience in teaching Buddhism, and he can be listened to when he speaks. He is also very knowledgeable, and the students quite like this little gentleman.

The days are ordinary, and his only hobby is to listen to the students tell what they have seen and heard.Those who can enter Mr. Boqing's school are mostly nobles from famous families, and their knowledge and knowledge are much richer than those of ordinary families.

The Zisang family is also often mentioned in their mouths.

They said that Zi Sangshi had already started to transfer the business to Zi Sangyu, and Zisangyu was going to escort his first shipment to a long trip in the spring of this year.They said that the relationship between Zi Sangbi and Zi Sangyu suddenly became better, and he must have wanted to gain more power through Zisangyu.

Children who are half-grown like to point out the world, and they can speak freely.Zixiu tried to find out as much as possible about Zisangyu from other places, he was so good, the more he learned, the better he found this person.

So good that he couldn't let it go.

The capital was covered with heavy snow in the early winter. Zixiu had never seen snow in the sea of ​​clouds, so he felt desolate while being novel.He went out for a walk, and when he came back, his face was pale from the cold, his hair, shoulders, and shoulders were covered with snowflakes, and the melted clothes soaked his clothes, spreading a coolness to his skin.

Mr. Boqing has recovered a lot under Zixiu's care, and seeing Zixiu frowned like this: "You don't pay attention to your body so much, do you expect me, a sick old man, to take care of you when you are sick?"

Zixiu smiled wearily: "I am in good health."

Seeing Zixiu's far-fetched appearance, Mr. Boqing couldn't help saying: "You are not young anymore, why don't I find someone to be a matchmaker to find a lover. Don't fall into my situation when I grow old. Desolate, if I hadn't met you, my old man might have frozen to death on the street."

"Mr. is highly respected, and he will live a long life. Even though he has never married in his life, he has peaches and plums all over the world. He will be a teacher for a day and a father for the rest of his life."

Mr. Boqing sighed: "You child...are you thinking about that girl?"

"I..." Zixiu opened his mouth, all the things that were suppressed in his heart rushed out, but he looked at Boqing's already old face, and silently closed his mouth tightly.

Knowing that the concern on Bo Qing's face was gone, he said, "I don't."

In previous years, during the Spring Festival, he would spend it lively and lively with his master and his brothers in the sea of ​​clouds.This year, he was alone. Fortunately, he was accompanied by Mr. Bo Qing, a lonely family.

Mr. Boqing wrote Spring Festival couplets, and Zixiu specially hung up red lanterns.The two of them boiled sake, and it was rare for them to be interested in reciting poems and opposing each other.

Zixiu drank a little too much, and finally hugged Mr. Boqing drunkenly and muttered: "I really miss you..." After all, he is a man in the world, not a serious teacher.Mr. Boqing was stunned for a moment when he heard his words suddenly, and then realized that Zixiu might have thought of the person he held so heavily in his heart.

Ask the world what is it, and teach life and death.

When he got drunk, Zixiu's chatterbox opened up.He looked at the fire with dazed eyes, and murmured, "Ayu...I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"I can't help it, I still like you so much..."

"Do you think I'm dirty? I'm afraid I can't control myself, so I can only run away from you. Do you miss me too?"

Bo Qing wanted to comfort Xiu for a while, but suddenly he heard him say: "I have already returned to vulgarity...but we still can't be together...I am a man, why am I a man?"

Boqing's hand stretched out in front of Zixiu froze suddenly, Zixiu was still muttering something, but he could hear it a little vaguely.But he knew a fact... The child in front of him has a habit of Longyang. He used to be a monk. He became a layman for that man, and he never forgets him.

He is not old and stubborn, but he doesn't know much about Longyang either.When he was young, he devoted himself to the government and wanted to make great achievements with all his blood, but there was no place for him to stay in the court.I'm getting older, my body is tired, and I don't have so much energy to fight hard.When he finally wanted to settle down and live a good life, he found that everything was just passing by, and he didn't bother to find someone to start a family.

This loneliness is a lifetime.

He knows the loneliness of a person, and he once envied those who stay together as husband and wife.Maybe emotions have nothing to do with gender.There are so many unsatisfactory things in life, it is not easy to meet someone you like, and you have to give up what you love because of these extraneous names... Is it really, worth it?

When Boqing came back to his senses, Zixiu had already fallen asleep with the wine jar in his arms.After he came to the capital, he lost a lot of weight, and his face was still a little childish, but he already had so much on his shoulders.

He patted Zixiu awake and told him to clean himself up and go back to bed.

When Zixiu woke up the next day, his brain hurt like a cramp.He didn't remember very clearly what happened last night, but he vaguely remembered that he said a lot that shouldn't be said.Mr. Boqing heard... Will he be allowed to leave the school before the new semester starts?

For the next few days, he observed Mr. Bo Qing's reaction, but the days went on as usual. Mr. Bo Qing's attitude towards him did not change at all. If anything, he was more kind to him.

It was already early spring when the new school started, and Mr. Bo Qing forced Zixiu to wrap himself up a lot thicker.He couldn't help thinking of Master Yuanwu, but the letter he wrote to Master Yuanwu before the Spring Festival had never heard back.

Maybe Master Yuanwu really regarded him as an irrelevant person, not to mention embarrassing Yunhai, and messing up Yunhai's atmosphere.

But no matter what, his current life had to go on.The students were enthusiastically discussing the important court affairs they heard from their elders, but Zixiu didn't interrupt them.They have their own ideas, which are much better than Mr. instilling some old-fashioned principles in them.

Until he heard a student say: "Do you know that the goods escorted by the second son of Zisang's family are sent to the capital for the imperial court?"