The news of the enemy's surrender came from afar, and the years-long war completely stopped, and the era of wind and moon but smoke and rain will soon be full of different vitality.

Cheng'er made the Pavilion independent from the West Garden, reopened his studio here, and started all over again.

When his parents got older, they began to look like children, saying that they wanted to live in a two-person world, and they thought it was too noisy for him to shush and ask for warmth every day, so the two moved to the twilight home, and only asked them to go to see it every once in a while.

He sometimes met Uncle Cheng in the past, Uncle Cheng still treats him as a child, and sends a pair of silver locks every year, he has accumulated a lot of money at home, thinking that it will be easy for him to have a child in the future, otherwise he will not be able to eat one day, and he will sell these silver locks for money, which is enough to last for a while.

On the day of the opening of the studio, Huan'er and Lao Yang made a special trip to congratulate, Xiao Du also came, and sent a congratulatory gift for his master and wife, originally his master was coming, but his wife didn't want to come, she still had a dislike for the Meng family in her heart, but she refused to reconcile, Xiao Du didn't say that he could see it clearly in his eyes, he whispered to Huai'an and Siqing: "My wife is afraid that you won't forgive her, so I will be the one who is ruthless first, and she was scared before, afraid to see the child, saying that she didn't dare to meet Cheng'er." ”

Cheng'er had a question mark on her face: How old are you and how young are you?

Why hasn't he grown up in the eyes of his elders?

Is it really because they have been abroad for too long and missed the process of being watched and grown, and they haven't reacted yet?

And Huai'an and the others only felt inexplicable, they couldn't remember what unforgivable things Meng Si had done, did it indirectly lead to the death of her grandmother, and the Meng family didn't blame her for that incident from top to bottom.

If so, the Meng family is also the culprit who caused the departure of her mother He.

The knot between them seems to be untied.

Someone in the crowd heard Meng Siyi's name and couldn't help but sigh: "This is the smash hit boss Mingyu back then, it's a pity, she won't come back, right?"

But since she is willing to send congratulatory gifts, she probably has no hatred.

Well, the little daughter of the Meng family, who refuses to come back, doesn't expect to release her previous suspicions, but it won't be incompatible, it's already good.

I don't know who suggested that family reunions should take a group photo, and everyone agreed, but when I looked at it, it didn't seem to be a family reunion.

The photographer waved his hand: "It's counted, don't the eldest lady and the fifth lady have descendants and heirs respectively, it's just ......?"

He thought about it and sighed again, it seems that it is indeed uneven, the third young master has no descendants, and there is no heir.

In the eyes of the world, he was full of honor and died young, his short life is like a legend, he left a variety of masterpieces, the most famous "Xuncheng Smoke and Rain" is his representative who is remembered, and the two words on the inscription poem are covered by ink is forever mysterious.

It's just that all he left behind were these paintings.

The person who sighed Mingyu just now continued to sigh: "The third young master left so many paintings, but he didn't have time to paint a portrait of himself, what a pity if his voice and appearance are forgotten!"

When Cheng'er heard this, he remembered that he found a portrait of him when he was cleaning up the relics of the third uncle, the third uncle on the portrait was still very young, he was not sure if the painting was painted by the third uncle himself, it didn't seem to be very similar in style, but it was well preserved, and two silver dollars were used next to it for suppression.

He rubbed his head, wondering where he had put the painting, as if he had brought it back......

Although there is one person missing, the photo is still taken like this, Huai'an and Siqing are surrounded by several juniors, and behind them is the gate of Meng's house, and the gate is replaced with a new plaque: Baidai Anning.

It wasn't written by a famous calligrapher, but the handwriting looked very warm, so they bought it.

After the photographer finished taking this one, he wanted to pull another business, he caught a glimpse of Cheng Yiheng next to him, and said, "Mr. Cheng, do you want to have one too?"

Cheng Yiheng glared: "They are all happy, isn't the comparison between me, a lonely family, too miserable, don't take care of it." ”

The master didn't say any more, shrugged his shoulders and left.

Cheng'er glanced back at Uncle Cheng, and saw that he was arranging for someone to carry the congratulatory gifts in, a big box, and several servants carried it with a sigh, he squinted, and seemed to see a box of silver locks, and couldn't help but shiver.

This Uncle Cheng is so stubborn that he will only give him a silver lock when he gives him a gift, and he said that if he doesn't go to the Xizhao Bridge, he will definitely not go, he has met several times, and when he goes to the twilight home, he would rather walk a lot more in circles than pass on the Xizhao Bridge.

A bridge, a river, a boat, where did he provoke him, how did he see it as if he saw the enemy?

After the opening ceremony, Huan'er came to him and asked him to accompany him to Hong's house, Cheng'er was fully prepared, but when he went to Hong's house and found an empty house, he suddenly felt that it was a waste of time, Huan'er explained from the side that the person her mother missed the most for so many years was her father, and since she came back, she came to take a look at her mother, and also looked at her father she had never met.

That said, it seems that we should really take a look.

After staying in Xuncheng for a few days, the family members from other places left one after another, and the children who had grown wings always had to travel to a wider sky.

After two or three years, the old people's health is getting sluggish day by day, and they have reached the age of declining days, which is a natural law that cannot be violated.

The first to go was Cheng Yiheng, he has no descendants, and he doesn't seem to have any relatives, Cheng'er is obliged to take on his posterity.

Before he left, Huai'an and Siqing were there, and he was not lonely, but he still insisted that his coffin was not allowed to pass over the sunset bridge, Cheng'er agreed, but he couldn't help it, and asked him the reason when he was dying.

Cheng Yiheng was still arrogant at this time, and snorted coldly and said that someone only remembered the painting and didn't remember him, and he was very angry.

Cheng'er was confused, she really regarded the bridge as an enemy, but this anger was too long, and she refused to die until she died, isn't this torture for herself?

When Cheng Yiheng said this, Siqing seemed to react to something, shaking him and wanting to talk to him, but the person on the bed didn't wake up, never woke up again, and didn't hear anything.

After he left, Cheng'er listened to him, and the coffin specially bypassed the sunset bridge.

At the beginning of the second year, Huai'an passed away, and three months later, Siqing also left.

Cheng'er buried the two of them together, hoping that they would have a companion on Huangquan Road, and they could still be reincarnated together.

Well, no, they can't be together, they should be reincarnated as two families who are destined to meet.

After the matter was dealt with, a guest came to the studio, Cheng'er recognized him, who had helped them a lot when he went to Shanghai to find his mother before, it was Wang Hufang.

Wang Hufang pulled the box and said that Xuncheng was a good place, and he was going to come to live for a while.

He walked into the studio, saw the painting on the wall, and lost his mind for a moment, but quickly changed to a relieved smile.

Cheng'er followed his gaze and also looked at the painting, this time he had not touched the decoration of the pavilion, what was hung on the wall before, what was still now, he saw that the painting was a wild goose flying south.

"This "Flying South" has the shadow of your Shanghai School. Cheng'er said to him, "No wonder you took a fancy to this one at a glance. ”

Wang Hufang smiled and shook his head: "I took a fancy to this painting at a glance, and that's because I painted it." ”

"Huh?" Cheng'er was stunned, "It turns out that you have been to Xuncheng before." ”

Haven't you been here before, and you have a glimpse of the people in Xuncheng, which will be unforgettable for a lifetime.

He didn't live in Xuncheng for a while...... It was settled here directly.

Time flies, and the years have slowly left traces on Cheng'er.

He has passed the age of not being confused, has two children, and has a happy family.

It's just that he is very busy at work, often has to run around, and he can't go home for half a year and a year, but fortunately, his wife has no complaints, but he feels guilty, and every time he goes to a place on a business trip, he will set aside two days to choose some gifts for his wife and children.

He can go anywhere, but he can't go to the Xin'an County boundary, and it is still a trouble to apply for a pass there.

But it didn't affect him, and his business didn't go there.

On this day, he was strolling around on a business trip, and he didn't pay attention to the wrong car, and found that he had been taken to the management office.

It was dark, and he stayed overnight in the vicinity, and heard many things, and some said that there was a special man in the house.

That person shouldn't be special now, but it's enough for others to sigh.

It was a testament to the end of a dynasty.

Cheng'er remembered something.

He hurried home, and quickly arrived here, and gave an object to the staff of the management office, and asked them to pass it on to the man.

The staff was to check as usual, and when they opened the package, the bright yellow color came into view, and the young staff had never seen it, and they couldn't say that they knew it, but they could guess it.

This is a holy decree, which was used by the emperor in the past.

But now it's useless.

It is indeed useless, because it was originally empty, and it was handed over to Cheng'er by Huai'an.

Cheng'er said to the staff: "Tired, when the wordless holy decree is given to him, please relay that the person who issued this holy decree said that if he has descendants, or not descendants, but the person who takes his place, he must be informed that no matter what environment he is in, everyone is just himself, not a role arranged by anyone." ”

The staff was dedicated, and everything was relayed.

A few years later, Cheng'er heard that this person had come out and became a member of the association.

He thought that the little emperor who was detained in one side of the world and never saw the light of day should be comforted.

Over the years, Cheng'er has slowly seen that porcelain art technology has gradually become popular, and has been improved by many capable people, although few people remember which one these skills came from, but there are more and more porcelain masterpieces on the market.

Twenty years have passed, and Cheng'er's first grandson was born.

Of course, what he remembered this year was not just hugging his grandson--- Xin'an County finally came back.

The "wanderer" who has been adrift for nearly a century returns to his mother's arms, which is a moment of celebration for everyone.

Amid the cheers, Cheng'er stood on the streets of Xuncheng and looked back slowly.

The rain of apricot blossoms fell on the sunset bridge, and the silt under the bridge had receded, and the water was murmuring, and it was clear and thorough, and it passed by the small boat, and a thin mist rose in the drizzle.

On the South Street, if you see his father and mother holding an umbrella in a trance, Qiaoxiao Yanran vaguely looks like a teenager, the two walk hand in hand in the misty smoke and rain, and the houses with white walls and gray tiles on both sides are like ink and blue, and they enter the painting in this small city.

The scrolls are lightly closed, the dust settles, and the past in the old city is slowly put away and quietly melts into the twilight of the alluring city.

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