This winter, the snow came late and the weather gradually became colder, but the heavy snow was not yet coming. The smell of incense wafted from the kitchen, and I don't know what Ye Chi burned in it.

Kaoru Tandai wasn't surprised by this answer, she subconsciously guessed it. Ye Chong seems to be just a poor old man with a strange temper, but from the calligraphy and paintings he collected, it can be seen that the calendar is not ordinary.

"Did you know there's a place around here called 'Old Alley'?"

Kaoru Tandai nodded.

"It's almost gone now, and I used to live in poor, messy places. Ye Chong wrote lightly, "That's where I picked him up." ”

Kaoru Yutai warmed his hands with hot tea and took a sip. At this time, Ye Chong walked to the middle of the house and lit a stove, yawned and walked back, it was rare for his son to come home to see him, and he also brought a daughter-in-law, he always had a smile on his face.

Ye Chong used to be a leader, he wrote well, and he was talented, and he was quickly appreciated and promoted, but unfortunately he had a soft and hard personality and was a stubborn temper, the first emperor was not as enlightened as Emperor Ming, if you scold me, I will belittle you, and you should be beheaded, so Ye Chong was quickly driven back to his hometown.

His parents have passed away a long time ago, and there is no one in his hometown, so he was naturally unwilling to go back and ran around in Weiguo, and the result was that his wife, who was not in good health, died of illness. Ye Chong was very remorseful, so he settled down in the capital, he had no heirs, and he lived alone and was idle.

It was also a snowy day, and he saw a child sitting on a stone on the other side of the street, breaking steamed buns, quietly, without raising his head. There are often poor children wandering around the area, some abandoned by their parents, some of them are very poor, and occasionally he will give these children some food, but because he is not rich, there is really only a limit to what he can help.

It was a boy, dirty, and the clothes he wore were shoddy, but his eyes were beautiful. The poor have limited access to food, so it is not uncommon for them to fight for food, and he has seen a family fight with a family, which is both ridiculous and pathetic.

The boy looked so thin that he probably couldn't find anything to eat. Ye Chong didn't know if he had parents, and he didn't come forward to talk to him at first, but just observed him silently.

On the first day, the boy broke the steamed bun in half, ate half and harvested half.

The next day he broke the remaining half in half, ate half and harvested half.

On the third day, it was still the same.

On the fourth day, because the steamed bun that was not big was only one-eighth of the original, the boy pondered for a while before continuing to break it, but this time Ye Chong couldn't stand it.

"Why are you eating like that?"

The boy looked up at him, his little face was dirty, but his features were exquisite, and his dark pupils were as deep and beautiful as jewels, and he replied in a milky voice, "Eat half a day, and you will never finish eating." ”

Ye Chong was silent for a while.

This kid is definitely not in his right mind.

"What about your parents?"

The boy shook his head.

It turned out to be an orphan.

Ye Chong thought about it and brought him home, in fact, he had seen a lot of poor children, and often helped them, but he never had the idea of adopting one. After all, after the death of his wife, he can't even take care of himself, so how can he take care of a child?

Although this child seemed to be more surprised, Ye Chong wanted to take him away as soon as he saw him, and he liked him as if he was obsessed, so after repeatedly confirming that he had no parents, he left the boy behind and named him Ye Chi, the word Qingyuan.

He hoped that one day, the child would be able to leave this dirty place and be free and lofty.

At that time, Ye Chong was in his forties, and he was very happy to pick up a child and come back, but after living with him for a while, the boy suddenly asked one day: "Should I call you 'Dad'?"

This question stumped Ye Chong. In fact, if he has children, he should be a grandfather at this time, don't say "grandpa", he doesn't want to be called "father" at all, he is too old, but he is a little alienated from being called "uncle" or "uncle".

The boy thought for a moment and shouted, "Mother." ”

"......" Ye Chong was silent, "Let's call it 'Dad'." ”

Ye Chong has lived with him for a long time, but he has never been clear about his son's origin. Ye Chi himself didn't know, but said that he had lived in that place since he could remember, and there was a kind woman who worked nearby who placed these orphans in a hut and cooked for them every day, but he didn't eat the last meal that day, and even the children's spirits were tense, and there were even seven or eight-year-old children who used knives to cut others in order to grab food.

The woman's body has always had problems, and then one day suddenly disappeared, maybe she died of illness outside, or maybe she found a good family and never wanted to come back, the truth is unknown.

Ye Chong just touched his head when he heard this, abandoned babies are too common in poor people's homes, they can be found everywhere, Ye Chi can be picked up by him, maybe he is lucky.

Now that he has a son, he can't go on like this anymore, but he can't do any heavy work, so he can only rely on the small savings he accumulated when he was an official, plus help people write congratulatory invitations, at least it's okay to eat and dress warmly, and occasionally save more money and you can also collect a calligraphy and painting.

Ye Chong used to be a leader, naturally hoped that his son could be admitted to the top prize, he didn't want his son to be idle when he worked, so one day he threw a volume of "Analects" to Ye Chi, he wrote Ye Chi to read, and went to cook at noon, and found that Ye Chi had closed the book and sat in front of the window to look outside.

Although the son is very quiet, he also understands the reason why children are greedy for play, so he said in a good voice: "You can only play after reading the book." ”

Ye Chi blinked, "I'm done." ”

It's only been a little over an hour.

Ye Chong sighed, "It's not right to lie. ”

Ye Chi blinked, indicating that he didn't understand what he was saying.

In order to let his son remember the lesson of being honest, Ye Chong took the book, took a brush and told him that it was a feather duster, crossed his legs and said, "I'll test you." ”

Then he asked Ye Chi a few questions about the book, and Ye Chi always answered them fluently. When he asked the first few questions, he thought it was a fluke, and when he finished asking the whole book, he silently closed the book.

He was stunned.

Ye Chong thinks that his memory is too ordinary, but he never thought that there were really people in the world who could never forget. To prove his suspicions, he handed over another copy of Mencius and carefully observed how the child read the book.

Ye Chi took the book and sat on the small bench, turning over the pages one by one, reading very quickly. Ye Chong kept staring at him, and he didn't even forget how long it had been, and he didn't come back to his senses until he finished the book.

"Done?"

Ye Chi nodded.

"Will you carry it?"

Ye Chi nodded again.

Ye Chong took a deep breath and tested the content of his entire book, and sure enough, he memorized it all.

"How do you remember?"

"I don't know. Ye Chi opened a pair of ignorant eyes, "If you see it, you will remember it." ”

Ye Chong pondered for a while, he didn't know if this was unforgettable, but given that this child's thoughts had always been very curious, he still took his son to see the doctor.

The doctor was also very surprised, and found all his peers within a radius of hundreds of miles, only to find that Ye Chi was not only interested in books, but could remember everything he had read, and his memory had not diminished since he could remember, and he even remembered how many cowpeas he helped choose on the night of this year's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

Everyone said that this is a disease, it is a gift from God, and in the end, it was Ye Chongtuo who found Doctor Ji, gave Ye Chi a pulse, observed it for a while, and said excitedly: "I have seen it in medical books, and it is the first time I have seen this kind of disease." ”

Ye Chong didn't want this to be an illness, so he asked Ji Shu if it would affect his body, Ji Shu shook his head, saying that he didn't know much about it, but such a child would not forget anything.

In other words, he will remember all the things in the slums for the rest of his life.

Ye Chong sighed and took his son home. He drank wine that night, and he didn't know when he fell asleep, but he felt a pair of small hands covering him with a quilt.

In the middle of the night, he was woken up by a sound of "ding ding dong", rubbed his eyes and woke up, and found a small figure in the dark room bumping from side to side, and quickly asked, "Are you ...... What for?"

"I want to drink water. Ye Chi groped in the dark night when he couldn't see his fingers, and after speaking, he hit the cabinet again.

Ye Chong: "......"

He reluctantly got up and carried his son to the bed, poured him another glass of water, and rubbed Ye Chi's head, but fortunately he didn't knock out the bag, "Does it hurt?"

In the dark, Ye Chi shook his head, and suddenly said, "Dad, you are a good person." ”

Ye Chong put his hand down and twitched him gently, "Don't think that I will buy that pen if I praise Lao Tzu." ”

"Then do you want to buy it?"

"Go tomorrow. ”

Ye Chi smiled silently.

Ye Chong was drunk and not very conscious, and after his son drank the water, he fell asleep again.

Ye Chi sat in the dark for a while. He smelled the aroma of wine just now and wanted to taste it, so he groped his way to the table from memory, afraid of making a sound, and held the wine glass that Ye Chong had drunk half of very carefully, and drank it like this.

Ye Chong woke up the next day and found his son sleeping on the ground. He was terrified, thinking that he had accidentally kicked the person down, so he quickly moved Ye Chi to the bed and covered him with a quilt.

He was a little uncomfortable with the hangover, so he went out and vomited for a while, and then went back to the kitchen in a daze to cook a bowl of decanting soup, feeling that this room was a little different from yesterday, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

So he walked out of the kitchen, looked around the room, and rubbed his eyes.

The room was full of Analects written three feet or less.

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