That was many years ago. If you like it, it's 520.

That year, the original East Garden celebrated its birthday, and many people from the rivers and lakes who came to pay their respects came to Wuzheng Villa as usual. Many guests are brought with their families and disciples, and a few days before and after the birthday of the original owner of the village every year, it is said that it is the most lively time in Wuzheng Villa.

Yuan Dongyuan personally entertained one of his close friends, and then prepared to go to see his son. Sui Yun was seriously ill not long ago, and he has completely improved in recent days, but he is still worried in his heart.

Suiyun's biological mother was no longer young when she was pregnant, and her vitality was greatly damaged after giving birth to him, if she hadn't held her breath in her heart, wanted to grow up with her son, and had the intention of hoping that her son would be Jackie Chan, she would not have been able to hold on when she gave birth. However, she did not get what she wanted, and the loss of her young son at the age of three made her grief excessive, and she was distracted, and soon died.

His wife died and his son was blind, and countless people persuaded Yuan Dongyuan, hoping that he would continue the strings as soon as possible, otherwise the huge business of Wuzheng Villa would be in decline.

To put it mildly, if he had another wife and concubine, how embarrassing it would be for his invisible son to be at home.

As for the family business or something, no matter how much wealth and fame he has, he can't bring it in life or death, he really doesn't think much of it.

He only cherished his young son, and he lost his mother and lost his sight at a young age. I regret that I can't be two people in one body, pretending to be both a mother and a father. In the past ten years, although he has tried his best to take care of his son in daily life, men are not as careful and proper as women, and it is inevitable that there will be many negligences in his actions.

For example, not long ago, if he hadn't neglected to visit his son, maybe Suiyun wouldn't have gotten sick. Yuan Dongyuan habitually pushed the reason for Suiyun's illness not long ago onto himself.

He walked to the courtyard where Suiyun was, estimated the current hour, and thought that Suiyun was probably in the study at this time, so he bypassed a clump of verdant bamboo and walked straight to the study.

In front of the desk, the young man who was raising his sleeves to practice calligraphy heard someone walk into the room, so he put down the brush in his hand. He lowered his hand that was holding his sleeve, then wiped the cuff casually, and "looked" at the visitor.

"Father. ”

Yuan Dongyuan walked over and casually glanced at the rice paper spread out on the desk, only to see the words "Down the Housewarming Valley, Participating in the Front Leaning Balance" written on it.

From light to dark, it is said that the housewarming valley is below.

The four words of Yuan Dongyuan's heart were probably just written by the other party when he was practicing calligraphy, and they didn't have any deep meaning, but he still couldn't stop thinking about it.

Was he using this as a metaphor for his present situation? Did he have something to do, but he couldn't do it because he was blind and unable to do it, and he suddenly wrote these four words with emotion? Or was there any servant who neglected him and was disrespectful to him?

Thinking of this possibility, Yuan Dongyuan couldn't help but be a little worried, and a trace of evil appeared in his heart.

Yuan Dongyuan wanted to ask him how he was doing, and then tell him, my son doesn't have to worry about anything, he has a father at every time, but in the end he didn't say anything. He knew very well that his son had a strong temperament and a sensitive mind, and if Sui Yunzhen encountered any trouble, he would only try to solve it by himself first, and he hated others to interfere without permission.

Yuan Dongyuan said: "I have seen that there are many young people in the village these days, and my son is so bored in the village all day long, so it is not harmful to have more contacts with these peers and make a few friends." ”

It is also his fault, when Suiyun was young, he didn't want him to go out of the village on the grounds that Suiyun couldn't see things and had difficulty moving. After all, the rivers and lakes are sinister, people's hearts are unpredictable, and ordinary people may not be able to retreat from the rivers and lakes, let alone a blind person. What is the safety of Wuzheng Mountain Villa outside?

As long as he builds it one day, he can provide his parents and children with fine clothes and food, Qiu Ma light and fat, and a peaceful life. He wanted to study, so he collected the ancient books and scriptures of the world, and invited the great Confucians of the world to teach him; if he wanted to practice martial arts, he opened the scripture collection building where the martial arts secrets created and collected by the people of Wuzheng Villa in the past dynasties were placed, and let him pick and choose in it.

Sometimes, Yuan Dongyuan would think to himself that as long as he could do it, he could let himself go to pick the stars and catch the moon.

He left Suiyun in the village with peace of mind and let him live under his own protection.

It's just that as the other party grows up and has his own self-protection ability, Yuan Dongyuan's mind has changed again.

He looked at Suiyun staying alone in the village, and there was no one around him who could speak, and he suddenly realized that the other party was not an old man like himself, but a young man who should have been high-spirited and freshly dressed and angry. Such a quiet temperament should not be what a person of his age should have.

He secretly blamed himself for restraining his young son too much, while tactfully guiding him to walk around the rivers and lakes.

After leaving the village with the clouds, he tossed and turned, couldn't sleep all night, and regretted letting him leave home.

Maybe it's really because he took too good care of him, although his son, according to his own instructions, walked around the village from time to time, but he could see that his son seemed to be deliberately avoiding deep friendship with people, and he had met so many people, but there was no one who could be called "heart-to-heart". And recently, Suiyun has not even been interested in leaving the village, and has returned to the way before.

And he treats people and things as always politely and politely, advances and retreats in moderation, and behaves appropriately, so that Yuan Dongyuan can't start if he wants to preach.

He looked at the young man standing happily at the desk, and his heart was stunned.

Everyone has something they want, or an ideal goal to strive for, so what is his son's heart longing for? For more than ten years, he has never figured it out.

Hearing that Yuan Dongyuan let him make some friends, Qiao Heng had no choice but to agree.

Yuan Dongyuan saw that he agreed, and he was slightly relieved in his heart.

He sat down in a chair next to him, "You're busy with your own business, I'll rest here." ”

Qiao Heng: "The tea on the table is freshly brewed, so my father might as well drink saliva first." ”

"Good. After Yuan Dongyuan finished speaking, he poured himself a cup of tea.

He sat on the sidelines, watching intently as his son lifted the pen and dipped it in ink, spread out the rice paper, and practiced the calligraphy very seriously. The sunlight outside the window hit the person who wrote, blurring the sharp corners of his body, dyed a little gold on the rice paper, and a little floating dust fluttered up and down in the void, quiet and serene.

He regretted that he couldn't stop at the here and now.

Yuan Dongyuan sat on the chair, struggling out of his memories, and the qiē in front of him was shattered and annihilated like a mirror.

He was still staring in the same direction as before, but the desk was empty, the table was empty, and there was not a single trace of wet ink in the inkstone. The green bamboo outside the window was also removed by him, replaced with a few peonies and a pine tree, today there is no wind, and the house is very quiet inside and outside. The study was cold and quiet, and there was no third sound that could be captured, except for the occasional footsteps of servants from outside the room and the sound of his own breathing.

With this kind of cold and lonely atmosphere, Yuan Dongyuan couldn't imagine how Suiyun endured it day after day.

He would rather be like those gentlemen, lively all day long, immersed in the sound of dogs and horses, anyway, the big business of the Wuzhan Villa, and he is not afraid that he will not be able to afford him to eat, drink, and call friends. It's just that after all, this can only be thought about by yourself.

There was a knock on the door, breaking the quiet atmosphere in the room.

Yuan Dongyuan said in a deep voice: "Come in." ”

A servant walked in respectfully, and then reported: "Owner, Chu Liuxiang is visiting." ”

"He ......" Yuan Dongyuan pondered for a moment, reached out and touched the bat-patterned pendant hanging on his waist, this jade pendant was the jade pendant left by Suiyun that day.

He said, "Got it, let him come to me." ”

Servant: "Yes." ”

The servant received the order of Yuan Dongyuan and immediately exited the room.

Chu Liuxiang had been to Wuzheng Mountain Villa several times before, but none of them were as strange as this time, and he couldn't notice anything when he was outside the village, and he noticed something wrong not long after he walked into the village. This village is full of white pigment, just like ......

"Young Master Chu is here, the owner of the village is invited. ”

The voice of the servant of Wuzheng Mountain Villa interrupted Chu Liuxiang's thoughts, Chu Liuxiang wanted to ask about it, but he already had a faint idea in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask for a while.

In the past, he had only come here to visit his friends, but this time he was here to explore Bat Island.

Bat Island is a famous gold cave on the rivers and lakes, and it is rumored that as long as you can get paid, there is nothing you can't buy on the island, whether it is a rare treasure for people to enjoy, or the martial arts secrets of the major famous schools, everything is available. Even if you don't buy anything, it's better to just go to the island and enjoy the life of a few days of drunkenness and wine.

No one knows how much wealth this island has looted, and Chu Liuxiang can't imagine it. But he knew that Bat Island could attract the imperial court to send secret agents to investigate its reality and reality, and there would be no shortage of gold and silver flowing to Bat Island.

He had investigated many things, but he had to say that this was the hardest thing he had ever encountered.

He spent several years in this matter, and finally let him feel some clues.

All the traces he captured pointed to a person, a person he had never imagined.

Chu Liuxiang saw Yuan Dongyuan, and Yuan Dongyuan also saw him.

Yuan Dongyuan: "Gongzi Chu is here to find a dog?"

Chu Liuxiang first greeted the old owner of the village, who was very famous in the rivers and lakes, and then said, "I am indeed here to find the young owner." It was not the first time he had come to Wuzheng Villa, but this was the first time that he had been specially called in front of him by the old owner for questioning. Before, the little strangeness I felt when I entered the Wuzheng Mountain Villa came to my heart again.

Yuan Dongyuan said again: "He can't see you anymore, if you have something important, you can tell me directly, if there is nothing important, please go back." ”

Chu Liuxiang: "...... What do you mean by that?"

Yuan Dongyuan saw that he looked determined to meet Suiyun, and he didn't say much, he summoned a maid, and then slowly stood up and walked out of the room, not knowing where he went.

The maid blessed her body in front of Chu Liuxiang and said, "Master Chu come with me." ”

Chu Liuxiang wondered in her heart and asked, "Where are we going?"

The maid did not answer Chu Liuxiang's question directly, but asked, "Doesn't the prince know? ”

As soon as these words entered his ears, Chu Liuxiang only felt as if he was facing the cold wind of Layue, and his hands and feet receded all the temperature at this moment, and he subconsciously asked: "What did you say?"

The maid lowered her eyebrows, and while leading Chu Liuxiang in a certain direction, she replied, "The young master has passed away." ”

This time, Chu Liuxiang really heard it clearly, but he would rather not hear it clearly.

What Bat Island, what truth, all retreated from Chu Liuxiang's heart at this moment, because he understood that at this time, no matter what the truth was, it didn't matter anymore. He even felt that he had made a mistake about the person behind the scenes, if his friend was really the batboy who secretly turned his hands into clouds and rained on the rivers and lakes, how could he die so quietly and without warning?

Chu Liuxiang saw a coffin that had not yet been sealed, the lid of the coffin was placed on the ground, leaning against the coffin. Chu Liuxiang took a few steps forward and crossed the threshold, and when he saw the person lying in the coffin, he had to admit that the person was indeed dead.

That qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are all incomprehensible, all kinds of martial arts moves are like a number of treasures, and the good boy who raises his hands and feet is really gone.

There are more than a dozen embalming ice jade beads placed in the coffin, and the person who used to talk about poetry and martial arts with him is now lying in the coffin with his eyes closed. Before his death, his face was always sickly pale, but now there is not much difference from before.

He lay in the coffin, his face expressionless, only blank and innocent, as if he had just fallen asleep and would wake up in the next second.

Chu Liuxiang left Wuzheng Villa, came to a tavern, and poured a pot of wine into his mouth.

The sky was getting dark, and the sky was dyed a dull inky blue.

Yuan Dongyuan asked casually: "Chu Liuxiang is gone?"

One of the maids replied, "He is gone, he left an hour ago." ”

Yuan Dongyuan came to the mourning hall where Suiyun's coffin was placed alone, and the candle flame stretched his shadow slantedly.

He saw that Suiyun's robe was folded, so he reached out and smoothed it.

He looked at the lifeless man lying in the coffin for a long time, and then he said to himself, "I think you must be resentful of me." You may also blame me for not taking good care of you when you were a child, if you hadn't been like this, you wouldn't have lost your sight due to illness, you may also blame me for having a great reputation in the rivers and lakes, but I can't even cure my own son's eyes, let alone hire a doctor who can cure your eyes, and I blame me for not even leaving you with the last bit of dignity, and forcing you to stay in Wuzheng Villa when you want to leave. Don't talk about you, even I blame myself a little.

"I would love to bring all the treasures of the world to you, hoping to make up for something, but I know that what I have done is nothing but useless work. How I wish you could ask me something so that I can have a goal. But you keep everything in your heart and don't say anything. Even today, I can't guess what you're thinking. ”

There's no chance to guess anymore.

Yuan Dongyuan's face was calm, but there was a trace of deep sorrow hidden in his eyes.

The moonlight is bleak, and the night is as cold as water, which makes people cold to the bone.