Opposite Qiao Heng was a two-foot-high bronze mirror, the surface of which was polished so that the reflection could be subtle.

He sat on a wooden chair and let the maid standing behind him tuckle his hair.

The maid Cuiluo held a wooden comb in her hand, and adjusted the strength from time to time, combing the soft spontaneous roots to the ends of her hair. She held the long black hair in her hand, and from time to time raised her eyes to peek at the expression of her son-in-law in the bronze mirror, for fear that she would hurt him a little.

But even if he was so cautious, Cui Luo, who had just been transferred by the housekeeper to take care of his son, was still a little unsure whether his strength was too big or too small. At the beginning, she asked him if he wanted to comb his hair in a bun or tie his tail with a headband, and he only said "just feel free", so she didn't know what kind of hairstyle to comb.

The son in the mirror has always looked faint, his eyebrows are like distant mountains, his pupils are like deep pools, his face is handsome, and his face is a little unnaturally pale, he just sits quietly in front of the mirror, delicate and gentle, and the whole person seems to have walked down from the picture scroll.

Yes, of course, it comes down from the painting, and who can keep his expression the same from beginning to end except the person in the painting. Trio thought a little dejected.

She combed it a few more times, then clenched her long hair tightly and tied it with a headband, and finally took a step back, admiring her work with satisfaction.

At this time, Qiao Heng, who had not said a word, finally spoke.

"Combed up?" The voice was soft, obviously not using any humble words, but it inexplicably made people feel polite and polite.

The position where Cui Luo was standing now was just the perfect way to take his reflection in the mirror.

A smile appeared on the person in the mirror, and the whole person seemed to be kind and vivid with these smiles, and even the eyebrows seemed to have a little warmth. It's just that in those eyes, Xiao Suo, who was not very obvious at first, was immediately highlighted.

Cui Luo looked at the reflection of the son in the mirror in a daze, he was wearing a light-colored long robe, his demeanor at this time showed a little peaceful, and his eyebrows were full of elegance and gentleness. After a while, she realized that Childe was asking herself.

She hurriedly replied, "It's already combed." ”

Cuiluo is not very old, but he still has a bit of a childish heart. She felt that this son, who had only heard of his name before, was not so difficult to get along with, and she looked at the other party as if he was about the same age as herself, at most fifteen or sixteen.

She plucked up her courage and couldn't help asking, "Does Childe think I'm okay with combing like this?" If Childe doesn't like to comb like this, I'll spread it out for you and wear a crown directly, right?"

Qiao Heng shook his head, "I'm not a woman, how can I be so troublesome, just tie it at will, and I'm not old enough to reach the crown." Besides, what difference does it make to me whether I wear a crown or not, I can't see it, but it's for others to see. ”

As soon as his last half sentence came out, Cui Luo, who was still a little interested in talking and laughing with his son, immediately turned white. If someone else says "it's just for others to see", it's just a simple joke. But if these words were changed to Gongzi, and they would be heard in Cui Luo's ears, they would all change their taste.

She couldn't help but glance at Childe, who seemed to be looking at her own reflection in the mirror, and as if she was looking at the furnishings in the room.

But she knew it was just a delusion of hers. Because Childe, as he himself said, he really can't see anything.

Yes, Childe, he is blind.

Since she saw Childe, Childe's behavior and conversation were all different from ordinary people, so that she almost forgot that Childe was blind and couldn't see anything.

When the housekeeper transferred her over, he had specifically told her not to deliberately bring up topics related to his eyes, and it was best not to talk about similar things. Although this matter was mentioned by Childe himself just now, her heart was still a little flustered after all, and a little uncomfortable that could not be ignored at all-

How can such a kind-hearted, almost perfect son be a blind man?

Why could it be him?

......

Three hundred years ago, the valley was built in Guanzhong.

The people of Qinggu were all excellent, and no one in the rivers and lakes at that time could stand out. After learning that he built a village and settled in the west of Taiyuan, Jianghu Haojie gave the word "no dispute" as the name of the village.

In the following three hundred years, Wuzheng Villa has produced many talents, and I don't know how many major events in the rivers and lakes that have been handed down to this day, leaving traces of Wuzheng Villa.

Even if the current owner of Wuzheng Villa, Yuan Dongyuan, has never fought with others in the past 50 years, and if there is no important matter, it is rare to set foot in the rivers and lakes, and it is difficult to damage the prestige of Wuzheng Villa. Even if there are still different opinions in the rivers and lakes about whether he can martial arts, Wuzheng Villa is still a well-deserved "first family of martial arts".

The original East Garden has no queen, and it is only when he is over fifty years old that he has a son, and he is named Suiyun. This former young farmer is gentle and friendly, quick-witted, intelligent, and generous, but everyone who has seen this young farmer has praised him.

It's a pity......

He was blind.

A blind man who had a serious illness when he was three years old and could never see anything in the world again, and could not see the light.

And Qiao Heng is this blind man.

......

After Cui Luo combed Qiao Heng's hair, he didn't stay in the room for too long before leaving.

As soon as she exited the room, the little vivid feeling on Qiao Heng's face gradually melted into the emptiness and emptiness in the depths of her eyes. If Cui Luo walked into the house again at this time, he would probably completely overturn his previous judgment that Gongzi was not difficult to get along with. His expression was detached, his eyes were like an abyss, and there was no longer any affinity.

He played with a jade pendant hanging from his waist in his hand, and his fingers slowly rubbed the bat patterns on it, which symbolized happiness, health, auspiciousness and wealth.

He blinked, and everywhere he looked, there was nothing but darkness and darkness.

In the darkness, when he had nothing to do, he always couldn't restrain his thoughts.

He recalled the joys, sorrows, and sorrows that had flowed through his past life. Starting from the most distant and distant memories, all the way back to this life, to the present day.

Qiao Heng couldn't help but whisper the name "Wuzheng Villa".

The eyes that were completely undisguised in their sympathy or pity, contempt or contempt, or schadenfreude when they looked at him while he could not see, did not make him unaware of the past, but made him more sensitive and perceptible in the darkness that should have covered him. The kindness and malice from others are always magnified a hundred times and compulsively presented in front of him.

How long has he not been so wolfy. Qiao Heng sighed.

The maid waiting outside the room saw that Gongzi had not come out, so she knocked on the door a few times and reminded, "Childe, it's time for breakfast." ”

"I'll go. Qiao Heng responded.

He stood up and brushed the hem of his shirt to make sure it didn't scratch the chair and the corners of his clothes were not tucked in a disheveled manner, and then he walked out of the room calmly.

When the maid saw that the prince had finally come out, she breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly took a step back, and then followed him not far behind.

Qiao Heng walked calmly in front of him, every step seemed to have been measured, he obviously didn't see things, but every time he landed, he was steady, no different from ordinary people, and even naturally avoided the occasional obstacles on the road during walking, maybe it was a slender branch that had not had time to be pruned, maybe it was just an autumn chrysanthemum with a crooked head in full bloom, no matter what it was, he always seemed to know in advance.

If you didn't know his identity in advance, who would have thought that this gentleman with a graceful posture and steady steps would be a blind man?

Yuan Dongyuan, the old owner of Wuzheng Villa, is nearly seventy years old this year, perhaps because of the maintenance, which makes him look at most in his early fifties and less than sixty years old.

Yuan Suiyun's appearance follows him for at least five points, and even his temperament is a little similar, the same gentle and elegant, the same Bowen courtesy, and these two points are even more vividly exerted in Yuan Dongyuan, who is his father. This old farmer looks more like a literati than a man of letters and artists than a man of the rivers and lakes, and it is no wonder that some people doubt whether he will do martial arts.

Yuan Dongyuan heard the familiar footsteps from far and near, and knew that Yuan Suiyun was coming.

He said, "Let's start cooking." ”

The servant who was waiting on the side began to arrange the dishes in an orderly manner.

Sure enough, after a while, a young man with outstanding demeanor had stepped through the threshold and walked in.

When the servant who was waiting in the house saw that the young farmer was coming, someone immediately offered a basin of warm water for the young farmer to clean his hands, and someone on the side prepared a dry cloth for him to wipe his hands.

Yuan Dongyuan put down a book in his hand, slowed down and asked with concern, "Why is it so late today?"

He was a little worried that the other party would encounter difficulties in daily life because he couldn't see things, and it was difficult to ask directly, for fear of stimulating the other party, so he had to knock on the side like this.

As a father, how could he not see that his son seemed to be gentle and approachable, but in fact he was arrogant and arrogant.

But he couldn't blame the other party for that in any case.

He knows what outsiders say about his son, "both literary and martial arts, and has the talent of Yiqun", but no matter how much others say, it is not as clear as him, a father, how extraordinary this so-called "talent" is. It was precisely because he saw it too clearly that he was less and less able to criticize and reprimand the young man for a single word.

If he doesn't have the qualifications to be arrogant, then who else is?

Qiao Heng sat down and said while cleaning his hands: "I thought about it in the room for a while, what birthday gift should I give to my father in a few days." ”

Yuan Dongyuan said with a smile: "There is no need to worry about this, but if my son gives it, how can I not accept it happily?" Okay, let's not talk about this, eat first, it's almost cold." ”

Qiao Heng picked up the chopsticks, as if he saw the layout on the dining table, and accurately picked up a chopstick dish.

Yuan Dongyuan picked up his dishes and chopsticks after seeing him start eating without hindrance.

Breakfast was not as cumbersome as lunch and dinner, and in a short time, the father and son finished eating, and the dishes on the table were removed by the waiting servants.

According to the old practice, Yuan Dongyuan asked Qiao Heng about the progress of his recent practice of literature and martial arts after dinner, and then asked a few questions about the classics of scripture and history by the way, took the exam, and finally nodded with satisfaction.

According to the usual, Qiao Heng should go back to his room at this time to rest for a while, and then go directly to the study or martial arts arena to wait for Mr. to arrive and teach him to practice martial arts.

But today, he stayed a little leisurely and elegantly, chatting with the old owner for a while.

Yuan Dongyuan's face was calm, and his tone was not obvious, but he was very happy because of his son's rare closeness.

The two chatted and chatted, and somehow, they talked about the successive owners of Wuzheng Villa.

Since he talked about this, Qiao Heng asked: "I haven't cared about it before, but recently I heard that some people in the rivers and lakes speculate that your father is strong in martial arts, saying that you are 'hidden and unfathomable', and some people say that you can't practice martial arts due to congenital reasons, but you are just a talented man who has no power to restrain the chicken." Having said that, father, are you an unfathomable master of martial arts or a man of letters?"

As we all know, the original old owner of Wuzheng Mountain Villa has not used force for decades, and Qiao Heng naturally has never seen him make a move. Therefore, even as the parent of Yuan Dongyuan, it is difficult for him to determine which of these two situations is true and which is false.

Of course, Yuan Dongyuan had heard these two rumors in the rivers and lakes, but just as he had never tried to clarify the truth a long time ago, he did not intend to explain anything more now.

There was compassion and helplessness in his eyes, and he said with a little deep powerlessness: "There is actually no difference between a master and a literati. "The so-called literati is just a useless scholar. The so-called martial arts masters can't cure the eyes of parents and children, and what is the difference between them and the useless scholars.

Qiao Heng didn't seem to hear his subtext, he said: "That's right, anyway, whether you are a master or a scholar, you are my father." ”

Such straightforward and sincere words were said like this, so that Yuan Dongyuan didn't know what to say for a while. The surging love almost made him cry like this, he forcibly suppressed the emotions tumbling in his heart, sighed, and said: "My son always speaks so intimately, so that the father doesn't know what to do." ”

Qiao Heng, who was particularly sensitive to other people's feelings, could naturally hear all kinds of complex emotions suppressed in his words, but at this moment, contrary to the surging feelings of Yuan Dongyuan, his own heart was unwavering and calm, as if the person who caused the other party's feelings to fluctuate violently was not him.

He said, "I can't do more than a tenth of what he gave me." ”

"No matter how much, it's good to have a heart. Whatever my son does, he is happy as a father. Yuan Dongyuan looked at Qiao Heng without blinking, at this time he was no longer the original old owner with a prominent status in the rivers and lakes, nor was he a literati talent, he said this very clearly, and it was only full of a father's earnest entrustment and expectations for his children