The two voices sounded at the same time, very soft, but easy for me to distinguish.

"I thought you would be happy, but it made you cry. ”

"My son said hello to Eniang, don't cry. ”

I knew it wasn't a hallucination, but I still kept my eyes closed and shook my head slightly. I can still feel the soft light of the candle, which is still warm but is beginning to have a scorching temperature. I can feel that in addition to Yinzhen, there is also the son I often miss, the son who is far away in Hangzhou, in this small courtyard in the West Mountain.

How long has it been...... We are in the same city, bathed in the same sunshine, enjoying the same moonlight. Nowadays, it is more realistic to stand in the same room.

His waist was gently held by a palm, and Yinzhen's soft whisper came from his ears, like a dream, "Open your eyes." ”

As if I had been hypnotized by a magician, I slowly opened my eyes and saw the boy kneeling in front of me. He wore a red cotton robe that I had sewn myself, which looked very incongruous in this season of summer, but it made me feel unusually good.

He had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and he knelt there quietly, his little red face up, his eyes straight at me. I know he's really getting taller, and that's the time when boys are constantly changing and growing, and I've been missing out.

"Honghui. I heard my own hoarse voice, let go of Yinzhen's hand, and squatted in front of Honghui. His hands were stretched out and hung in the air trembling slightly, and he never dared to touch them, for fear that he would disappear if he touched them.

Honghui's hands have a slender appearance, like the perfect fingers that only a boy who plays the violin can have, although he is only nine years old, he is already like Yinzhen back then. His slender fingers gently brushed my face, and a little dampness and coolness instantly spread with his fingertips.

I buried my head in his still thin shoulders, wrapped my arms tightly around his back, and kept rubbing his soft braids with my hands, "Honghui, Honghui, Eniang still thought ...... E-Niang misses you, misses you. ”

"E-niang. Honghui muttered, his hands around my shoulders and gently grasping my clothes, becoming silent.

A palm landed on top of my head, rubbed it lightly twice, and with a soft sigh, I was already holding Honghui into my warm chest. My face was pressed against the familiar silky fabric, and I could see the pale silver honeysuckle flower turn a darker silver-gray.

This man didn't say anything, and he had already brought Honghui back to the capital from distant Hangzhou and arranged it in such a hidden place. He remembered that it was Honghui's birthday, knew that I missed him, and brought me to meet him. On such a night, with the afterglow of the setting sun, the sky is full of stars.

I sat on a flat, smooth boulder on the hill, nestled with this man who would be with me for the rest of my life, and with our lost son by his side. Honghui and I were tightly wrapped in his black cloak, blocking the night wind in the mountains, as if hidden under his huge wings.

With him, home, a qiē safe.

The moon is half bent under the starry sky, so quiet that you can only hear the chirping of insects not far away, the rustle of leaves, and then the sound of our light breathing and heartbeat, which seems to merge into a common tone, quiet and warm.

At this moment, in such a life, don't say that the gold is not exchanged, even if you give me the whole world, you will not change it.

In the room, I saw the calf lantern given by Yinxiang, he did not break his promise, and still insisted on one every year, just like Honghui never left. Honghui has grown up a lot, but he still regards it as a treasure, carefully hanging it on the windowsill, watching carefully, and when the candle burns out, he personally replaces it with one to keep it bright.

I didn't prepare a gift for Honghui, but he said that it would be good to see Eniang, really...... Where is the difference. I think he's right, because seeing him again is more precious than any gift.

We were like when he was a kid, three people lying side by side in the same bed. At the beginning, Honghui was still a little awkward, motionless and stiff, his little hands clutching his underwear, his face slightly red. But as soon as I fell asleep, it stuck to me, and even if I turned over, I would automatically get into Yinzhen's arms, and I still trusted it like a child.

Yinzhen always kept his eyes open, his palm gently touched the back of Honghui's head, and Honghui's little face was reflected in his inky black pupils, like himself more than ten years ago.

We looked at each other occasionally, and neither of us spoke, but we could see each other's slightly curved lips and faintly wet eyes.

The night in the mountains was very cold, and I looked at Honghui shrouded in darkness without sleep, and my eyes refused to blink a little. He just lay between me and Yinzhen like that, sleeping peacefully.

When the sky was still black, Yinzhen had already quietly gotten up, I watched him light wax and walk to the table to spread a piece of rice paper, and then carefully bypassed Honghui and climbed out of bed.

Taking the ink block from his hand and grinding it gently, he had already picked up a pen and traced a picture on the paper. The simple ink, only different shades of black, outlines the flat stone under the moonlight like a mirror, three snuggling figures, I can't see the expression but the back, but I feel an indescribable long-lost warmth.

Yinzhen still held the pen after painting, looked back at Honghui who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, the corners of his lips were slightly curved and pulled me to stand beside me, and his left hand was on my shoulder looking at the painting on the table. I saw him write in the blank space next to the painting: Flowers bloom in the cold and summer, geese come and go, geese go to spring and autumn. Only the sun and the moon in the pot, there is no present and no ancient age. quickly inscribed two words in the corner: Yuanming.

There is no title of layman - tonight, in his heart, is it considered the final enlightenment?

I leaned on him, absorbing the warmth before dawn in the mountains, such paintings, such poems, such inscriptions, if Honghui woke up and saw it, he would understand.

Yinzhen took the ruler on the table and gently pressed it on the painting, pulled me over and carefully pulled the collar, and then led me out of the room quietly and slowly. I stood outside the door and looked at the door that he gently closed, Honghui still had his eyes closed, but I vaguely saw his little hands on the quilt, and the crystal flashes on his face.

At night, he kept running, just like he did last night, and he was on the way back. I couldn't get rid of Honghui's little face pretending to be asleep, and the tears, but I couldn't say what I wanted to stay.

Yinzhen will have an arrangement, the best arrangement, I believe.

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The same city is just worrying about getting closer, it doesn't mean that I can see him from time to time, I know.

Su Changqing, who incarnated as Shu Zizhong, also returned to the capital with Yan Yu and Agarwood, and lived in that small courtyard with Honghui, but I didn't expect it. He doesn't want to live a leisurely life anymore? He doesn't want to do business to earn countless silver? He doesn't want to guard his wife and daughter's hot pit?

I still don't think I can understand men, but I'm relieved because of it. Honghui has experienced a parting with his family, and he should not be separated from them for two years, I am grateful for Yinzhen's thoughtfulness, his heart has always been very fine.

It was only at this time that the smile mentioned to me that Hangzhou's Yiyantang had already changed the big shopkeeper, and it was the person arranged by Yinzhen. I didn't ask what kind of person he was in, he was anyone. From the moment I met Honghui, I firmly believed that Yinzhen's arrangements were good. Just a smile...... She has Lao Jiu in her heart, will she also help Yinzhen? In my opinion, it is incredible.

Yinzhen still returns to the house every day, it seems that his previous busyness is fake, which makes it hard for me to believe his leisure during this time. Is it really as he once said, guarding me and accompanying me? Until June, when Kangxi toured the Saiwai again, he still stayed in Beijing.

On this year's trip to Saiwai, Kangxi was a good one, running around in various grasslands for three months. Yinxiang followed, took Xiaoyan with him, and left Shuying alone in the empty mansion to raise the fetus with peace of mind.

In fact, I know that filial piety has more uncomfortable reasons than mine, after all, Yinxiang's soul is a modern man, and the education he received since childhood made him understand what monogamy is. It's just that we also accept his explanation, at this time, as a prince, he has no choice but a little wife. Since you can't give her love, at least give her a son, and she can still have someone to rely on when she is old.

Such times are like this, we cannot change, and we no longer try to change, we can only accept it silently. For better or worse, try to make yourself happy.

On the days when Kangxi left Beijing, Yinzhen would occasionally take me to see Honghui, I would cook for them, watch the father and son sit together and play chess, and watch Honghui walk side by side with Yinzhen on the mountain road like an adult. The top of the nine-year-old boy's head has reached the tip of my nose, standing with the tall Yinzhen, but he still looks small. The difference in height did not affect them, and the two of them would still walk slowly and whisper with their eyes straight ahead.

At this time, I always inexplicably think of the sentence said by a fox-like man, "The dusk in the mountains is easy to remind people of old things".

I always followed them quietly, and Yinzhen and Honghui would occasionally look back at me, and when they saw that I was still following, they would look at each other and smile before turning back and moving on. Looking at the father and son in front of me, I will think of a lot of the past. The bits and pieces about Honghui will slowly unfold like a picture scroll, but it still makes me realize that I missed two years of time, which is so far away that I can't pick it up, leaving only regrets.

I learned from the way I caught sparrows with my brother when I was a child, and made a big sticky net to support on the flat ground in the mountains. When Honghui saw me cruelly picking up the sparrow's fur and picking open his weak little chest to take out the internal organs, he would stare at me in horror with round eyes and look at me in horror, without any worship at all, just like him Amma.

Men are always like this, they can get rid of the people who hinder them without blinking, but I can't see women killing, I am speechless.

When I fried a plate of spiced sparrows and sent it to them, the two of them ate more happily than anyone else, and Yinzhen even taught Honghui to drink. As I watched the father and son happily eat the little sparrows I had killed and drink from each other, I could only treat them with even more speechless contempt.

The days in the mountains are very leisurely, and it would be even more perfect if the Hongwan sisters and brothers could be together. This is an ordinary life far away from the Forbidden City and away from the prince Fujin, and I cherish it very much.

In August, the autumn mountains are full of fruit-bearing trees, and the clear water of the streams is full of free-swimming fish, sparkling in the sun.

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Su Changqing actually took Yan Yu and a little agarwood to play with us. The image of a doctor who used to heal and save people with a homemade harpoon and viciously fishing always makes me feel that killing and saving lives is just a choice between a thought, even if the fish is roasted with a fragrant fragrance.

At this time, Yinzhen thought differently from me, and lost the fear when he saw me killing sparrows, rolled up his trouser legs and stood in the water with Su Changqing, pulling Honghui to stare at the fish swimming beside his legs, and he also gained a lot from his hands.

Su Changqing is a miscellaneous family, and he has an indescribable paranoid love for food, but just grilled fish and smeared with medicinal juice still make me feel weird.

Honghui sat next to me, and explained softly while turning over the body of the fish, "E-Niang, these medicinal materials include astragalus, Huaishan and licorice, Mr. Su said that E-niang is not in good health, and these flavors are good for your illness." And you are afraid of bitterness, so the ones you specially picked are all warm and sweet. Mr. Su also said that licorice itself is also a seasoning, and you can use some of it on weekdays, which has the effect of relieving pain and is good for your heart palpitations. ”

I looked at him in amazement, did he understand at such a young age? I always knew that he was well-behaved and considerate, and he had not seen him for two years, and he had become like this. It's really learning something from someone, and it is estimated that I don't learn much from Su Changqing on weekdays.

Yinzhen sat next to me and was also looking at Honghui, his eyes were full of surprise but there was a gentle smile, the corners of his lips were slightly curved to look at the fish who was enduring the charcoal barbecue, and then looked at his serious son.

Honghui picked up a fish that had been roasted and sent it to me, his eyes smiled into a crooked smile, his face was slightly red, and he whispered, "E-Niang, try it, this is the fish caught by my son, my son roasted it himself, and the medicinal materials are also specially prepared by Mr. Su to teach his son to grind it by himself." ”

The freshly caught and grilled fish itself is delicious and abnormal, and with Honghui's words, it is even sweeter to my heart. I think Amma, who was sitting next to me, must have been a little jealous, he kept staring at Honghui without saying a word, his eyes kept flashing.

At night, we returned to the courtyard and snuggled up to each other to look up at the starry sky and the laurel sky.

Honghui's head rested on my lap, listening to his light breathing as if he was asleep. Yinzhen and I looked at each other and smiled wordlessly, but we heard Honghui's very light sigh, and read faintly, "A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date." Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me. Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring. I sing and wander, and I dance in a mess. When they wake up, they mingle together, and when they get drunk, they disperse. Eternal knot ruthless travel, phase Miao Yunhan. ”

Such a Honghui makes me feel distressed. The words he had hidden in his heart for more than two years were finally said through this poem, and I endured the pain in my heart and endured it silently.

It's better to say it than for him to be a child holding it in his heart.

I persuaded myself that this kind of Honghui is very good, although we can't see each other often, but we can enjoy such a comfortable ordinary life. I know his joys and occasional sorrows, but he is far from the courtyard of Baylor House, and his life may never return to its original course, I think, is not bad.

Regarding Yinzhen's thoughts, I didn't ask, maybe, he has other arrangements, but I enjoy the leisurely moment.

This autumn, it's beautiful. It's so quiet that people are deeply immersed in it, and they just want to be drunk for a long time and don't want to wake up.