Marriage on behalf of others is risky, so you need to be cautious the second time

It was night, and the whole Huayang was lit up by the dots of Kongming lanterns, like fireflies in the mountains and fields in midsummer, slowly rising to mid-air, and then flying to the distance along the direction of the evening wind.

Fang Yi happened to sleep late that day, just got up for a walk, happened to pass by An Ge's dormitory, just happened to see a pair of master and servant in the corner of the yard, who were very busy.

"Master, why did we come so late to release the Kongming lanterns? Wasn't it good to follow them before?"

An Ge hated iron and scolded her: "Are you stupid? There were so many lamps before, at least a thousand. Can the gods in the sky be busy enough? What if I accidentally make a mistake?"

Fu Ling thinks about it, but she is always cautious, and she has other considerations, "It is true to say so. But... everyone is asleep now, and it is dark everywhere. Our Once the lights fly up, won’t it attract attention?”

An Geli said boldly, "You also said that everyone is asleep, right? I heard from the butler that Brother Monkey is going to the palace for the Mid-Autumn Festival tomorrow, and Jiang Zhongyuan is going to worship the old moon temple with Jun Yun Shu tomorrow. They must all go to bed early. , no one found us."

Little did he know, someone was not far behind him.

After hearing what he said, Fu Ling became bolder, "Well, master is right, it's so late now, who would not rest despite being tired? Besides, we didn't do anything bad, even if we were Nothing was found."

Seeing that she had finally grasped the essence, An Ge said, "I've been with me for so long, and it's really not in vain. But..."

Facing the red paper full of notes, he was instantly devastated, "What are you writing! It's so dense, can the gods see it clearly?"

Fu Ling was extremely wronged, "The servants all wrote according to what you said... from the eldest girl to the little eight, each of you has to say one sentence, and there are eight long sentences in total. It's not easy to fit a piece of paper!"

An Ge expressed doubts about this, "Really? Do you want to change to a bigger paper?"

Fu Ling's eyebrows were wrinkled into horoscopes, "No matter how big the paper is, these words will be written the same. Don't worry, master, the gods in the sky can read. Fu Ling's writing is neat and orderly, and they will definitely be able to read it clearly."

An Ge pursed his lips, thinking that Fu Ling must be disgusted with his illiteracy.So he sent the girl away with a few words, out of sight and out of mind.

Fu Ling was worried that An Ge would not be able to handle it alone, and wanted to stay and help, but was driven to sleep by a stubborn temper.

"Then... the servants will step back first, master, if you have any orders, call the servants to come out at any time."

She bowed her head and stepped back. When she passed the red maple tree in the yard, she suddenly saw Fang Yi standing there.

Subconsciously exclaimed:

"Hou—"

Before the word "Master" came out, he was held back by the other party's icy aura.

Fang Yi put a finger on his lips and looked at her intently, the meaning in his eyes was obvious.

Fu Ling quickly covered her mouth, expressing her understanding.But the sound of "Hou" really entered An Ge's ears, so he shouted to this side:

"'Roar' what?"

Fu Ling froze for a moment, her mind spinning quickly, "Ho, ho, ho ho, the big moon! Hehehe, master, don't you think hehehe..."

An Ge looked up from the paper Kongming Lantern, and saw that the moon in the sky was really good. In addition, he was focused on the red paper full of blessings, so he didn't find anything wrong, "Well, it's okay. But tomorrow's moon More round, like a big round plate."

Then continue to deal with the Kongming Lantern.

Like a released prisoner, Fu Ling secretly bowed to Fang Yi and fled away with her tail between her legs.

An Ge spent a lot of energy, and the thing in his hand finally started to rise slowly. He suddenly trembled, put his hands together, and prayed very devoutly:

"All gods in the sky, you must see my Kongming Lantern. Blow it to Yong'an County in Weiguo, blow it to Wei Shuli's father's house, and give it to the big girls. Bless them all safe Healthy, especially Xiaoba, he is weak and takes medicine for seven out of ten days. You gods are all supernatural, and you can drive away these diseases. Drive them to the deep mountains and old forests and lock them up to prevent them from coming out to harm people. If I really can't lock it, so I have to find someone to secure it, even on my body. My name is 'An Ge', and my name is very simple, you great gods must recognize it..."

He prayed for about two sticks of incense before slowly stopping, sitting blankly on the courtyard wall where a brick had fallen, like an abandoned stray cat.

The nearly round moon casts a pure white soft light, which is obviously gentle and tight, but it cuts the bones of the back, no longer lively and fierce in the past, but weak like dead wood in late autumn.

After a long time, the dead wood moved.Fang Yi thought he was finally going back to his room, but he didn't want to. He took out another Kongming lantern from the corner, puffed his mouth twice, blew away the dust on the stone bricks beside him, and carefully placed it on it.

"Dad..."

Under the maple tree, Fang Yi clearly heard An Ge's soft and slow call.

This "father" was the one An Ge would subconsciously yell when he was in danger, and he must have held a lot of weight in his heart, which made Fang Yi even more curious.

An Ge took out a piece of red square paper from his arms, and smiled softly.There was not a word on the paper, but he seemed to see a thousand words.

"Daddy, I miss you."

A very plain sentence, but with a little sourness.

While talking softly, he folded the paper in half, as if he wanted to make some shape, but the speed was very slow.

"You told me that the Mid-Autumn Festival is a good day to be with your family. The family is happy and happy. However, you have been away for so many years, and I am very happy every year. How about you? Are you there? Are you having a good time..."

The red paper in his hand gradually took on the shape of a flying bird, with its wings and feathers spread out, very agile.

"I still remember the day you left, the whole day was gray and dull, making me uncomfortable...

do you know?I thought about going back to save you, but the road was so long, I didn't have any strength at the end, so I could only climb little by little.When I got there, I only saw your bones eaten by those people, and only a little bit of flesh left on your palm.

I just hugged my legs and shrank aside to watch.I want to cry, but I’ve been hungry for so long, I can’t cry no matter what, my eyes hurt, my throat hurts, my whole body hurts..."

As he talked, his eyes gradually turned red as he recalled all the past.

"Dad, do you think that raising me is like raising a white-eyed wolf? You accommodate me in everything, raise me, and treat me as your own flesh and blood, but in the end, I ran away like that, ran away so It took a long time to think about going back, but I didn't even have the strength to collect your corpse..."

An Ge has learned idioms.

The first idiom he learned was "Yizi Xiangshi".

Easy, exchange.

son, son and daughter.

This word is not a good word. It refers to the fact that during a famine, every family has no food and refuses to let go of their own flesh and blood, so they exchange their children for food.

Dad was dizzy from hunger at the time, and when the neighboring family came to ask him, they agreed.

An Ge cried to the family of four, don’t eat me...as long as you don’t eat me, I can be a cow or a horse...I’ll lick your shoes, please Please, don't eat me...

It's useless.

He licked their shoes clean, even shiny.The family still chopped firewood and boiled water indifferently, and even discussed whether to throw him into the river first to clean it up.What impressed An Ge most was the sound of sharpening knives above his head.

Later, the father probably came back to his senses all of a sudden, rushed over with the ax for chopping wood, and said, I will not do this business, and return my son to me.

They wrestled together, An Ge shrank in the corner, saw a gap, and ran away.

Just escaping from the brink of death, his mind was blank, and his only thought was to run.

After running for a long, long time, crossing the watery mountain road, I used up all my strength before stopping.However, he didn't stop for a moment, remembering that his father was still behind, he scrambled and scrambled back to the original road.

Then, he saw the pile of corpses.

"Father, you always say that I hate you. In fact, I don't... You desperately came to save me. The moment I saw you coming, how could I hate you? I thank you for being so big back then. Xue, my biological parents threw me in the snow, and you picked me up. You raised me, bought me candied haws, taught me how to fold birds, and how to shoot a slingshot. In my heart, you are my real father.. …”

His most treasured memory is the day when his father folded a windmill for him, and he wore open cloth shoes and ran wildly on the trails in the mountains.I ran from the metasequoia in the forest to the creek, said to my father crisply, "Dad, dad, look at it is turning", then ran from the stream back to the metasequoia, and ran back from there again, saying, "Dad, Daddy, look it's spinning."

The mountains and forests are so quiet, filled with his laughter alone.

"The paper money I burned for you a few days ago, I don't know if you have spent it all. Don't just think about saving, just spend where you need to spend money. If it's not enough, give me a dream and I'll burn some more for you... ...They said, it's cold over there, buy two more quilts, don't always cover straw mats..."

The usually jovial smile suddenly sank down, choking up his sobs, fearing that his father would be sad seeing him like this, so he forced his throat to force out a laugh.

He took a deep breath on the red flying bird folded in his hand, as if he wanted to put all these words on it.Then carefully put it into the Kongming lantern, took a torch to light the wick, and said:

"Father, what I told you is all on this piece of paper. You are not in the Yang Realm, and you don't know if the gods will send this red paper over there. If you can't fly over, you can come and find me in my dream. I'll tell you to your face. Wherever you are, remember..."

His throat rolled up and down, and tears rolled down his eyes suddenly, as if he was saying the promise of eachother, he said deeply:

"Son misses you."

After saying these words, he felt relieved.The depression because of the accumulation of longing seems to float to a place beyond the sky along these two Kongming lanterns.

Fang Yi still stood upright under the maple tree, looking at the person sitting on the wall slumped from a distance.An Ge's clothes today are very plain, almost waxy light green, like the sickly weeds by the lakeside that have been split by wind and frost.

He picked the uneven bark with his hands, and decided on one thing - he would take Little Yaksha with him to the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet tomorrow.

He wants to introduce Xiao Yasha to all the royal nobles and tell them that Fang Yi is married to his wife now.

And the eccentric but infinitely lovely person in front of him is his family.

The author has something to say:

An Ge's affection for his father is true, so he is homesick, not An Zhou who has almost nothing to do with him in the cold palace.