This big ship has carried too many people, too many goods, and has gone to many places in this world, weathering the wind and waves.

The sails have long since changed, not the black and red of the past. Golden color, unique to royalty.

Honghui stood at the bow of the boat, looking ahead, and those past came like a tide.

The memories of my youth are not deep, and there is always a new one in my daily life to replace the old, and too many novel experiences fill every minute and every second, until the heart that has been empty is filled day by day. The people around me come and go, some pass by and never see each other again, and some just stop for a lifetime, gradually becoming the most important and indispensable in life.

The magic of memory is not how much is remembered, but how much is forgotten. Those who thought that the past was too far away to recall have long been engraved in the bottom of their hearts, and those people continue to give up, even if they are thousands of miles apart. Eniang, Amma, Huang Mafa, thirteenth uncle, fourteenth uncle...... They are all blood relatives, but they can't bear the knees.

When Hongwan approached, he was in the wind, and the memories in Ren's mind spanned more than ten years, from the capital to Hangzhou, and I don't know how many times he has been back and forth. The year I left, I didn't have any relatives by my side, and I left home in a hurry at an ignorant age. Later, he was picked up by Ama from Hangzhou back to the capital, as if he was in another world. Later, together with Eniang and Uncle Thirteen, he had three or four ups and downs. Now......

Who would have thought that today they would have to sail in the same boat with their brothers, but they are not what they were back then, and they have already started a family.

The sun was setting and the wind was blowing, sparkling and sprinkling a whole piece of broken gold.

The bow of the ship was long blue, and the robe was flying. Another inky figure stood behind it, a dark red pattern that stretched out gracefully and rolled in the middle, looming like a flower.

Hongwan stood for a long time, until Honghui called him, walked to his side, and stood side by side.

Honghui looked at him sideways, unable to take his eyes off.

Hongwan smiled and raised his arm to put his shoulder on his shoulder, "Big brother, this ship is so majestic, this is the imperial businessman, it is better than the ninth uncle back then." ”

Honghui didn't speak, with the same smile in his eyes, and patted him on the back.

Brother's outfit is the same as back then.

Where did Hongwan get it? Honghui doesn't know, no one has ever worn this body again, but it is completely certain that it came from the hand of the year. Amma's one? Maybe.

If it had been back then, Amma had been on this ship...... Honghui shook his head and smiled, how could there be so many Ruruo, it was impossible. That year, when he was about to arrive in Hangzhou, Ama had come, and finally returned to Beijing with his younger brother, the ends of the earth.

"Second brother."

Honghui called very lightly, and so did Hongwan, and said yes, and there was no follow-up. The brothers looked at each other and smiled.

As the twilight grew thicker and the wind stronger, the sails turned and the speed slowed down, and the hull moved steadily with the current.

Hongwan took off his robe and sat cross-legged on the deck, Honghui took two steps forward and stepped on the boat, stepped on it neatly and sat on it, untied the small wine pot tied at the back of his waist, and took a sip and threw it to Hongwan.

Hongwan took a sip of his back like him, and the cold feeling slipped through his throat, with a slight sour and a hint of rigidity, still difficult to hide the freshness and pleasure. praised it and sighed with a smile: "Big brother is not only good on the boat, but also chic in wine." ”

Honghui looked at him with his knees propped up, half-tilting his head, "Bai Xue, a kind of sake, E-niang doesn't like it, it's sour, Xingjiu said that the locals call it men's wine." When you have free time, let's go have a drink together. ”

Hongwan adjusted his sitting posture as leisurely and casual as Honghui, shook the spout of the pot, and took another sip, "A word is a certainty." ”

The evening was dim, and flocks of crows flew across the sky, hovering in the woods on the shore, and their cries continued.

"I want to perch, and I will cry on the dumb branches." Hongwan whispered, looked up, so far that he could barely see the black shadow hovering around, and saw the look between his brother's eyebrows, and he couldn't hide his homesickness, so he stood up suddenly, "Big brother sit first, brother go and get the flute, and then get some wine, such a good night, you and my brother will have a good drink today." ”

Honghui lowered his eyebrows and smiled, casually patted the wood next to his leg, and bounced open the small door of the dark box.

The flute, the piano, the wine, all of them.

Hongwan helped him take them out one by one, and simply sat on the other side of the bow fence, you poured me a drink, and came and went, so uncomfortable.

Honghui spun around with the flute and asked him, "What tune do you blow?" ”

"Listen to Big Brother."

Honghui raised his eyebrows and looked at the sky, Hongwan looked at him, and felt a little like sitting opposite Amma. Between brothers, if the shape is similar, no one can be more similar to Amma than the eldest brother, from childhood to adulthood, I don't know how many times I have heard humanity in private, and when he is replaced, he is like a god, and the shape and pace and even the expression are all the same.

With the sound of the flute, his god was put in place. It looks like a very ordinary bamboo flute, with a pure timbre, from low to high, soft and mellow.

Honghui suddenly closed the voice, handed it over, and asked with a smile: "Will it?" ”

Hongwan took it and smiled, "Try it." ”

Honghui hugged the piano on his lap and laughed loudly: "One song." "After that, the sound of the piano has started between the ten fingers.

Hong was stunned for a while, listening attentively, in addition to the sound of the wind blowing the sails, it was the boat sailing water waves, the melodious music, and the unity of heaven and earth. After receiving Honghui's eyes, holding the flute to his lips, and the flute was harmonized, adding some unbridled pleasure that was different from the past.

Honghui sang, chewing the words and chewing sentences, Hongwan had never heard it and couldn't understand it.

As soon as the singing stopped, Honghui jokingly explained to him: "It was originally Eniang and Aunt Thirteen humming and playing, saying that it was the vernacular of Guangdong, and after listening to it a lot, I remembered these few sentences, but I forgot how it came to be." Catch up with Ming'er, you see Uncle Thirteen, let him sing it to you, it's better than this Laoshizi, a smell of rivers and lakes, just like seeing him look old and comfortable. ”

After that, the sound of the piano followed, shaking his head like Yinxiang, and he opened his voice and sang-

The sea laughed, the tide on both sides of the strait, the ups and downs with the waves, only remember the present day.

The sky is laughing, and there are tides in the world, and God knows who loses and who wins.

The rivers and mountains are smiling, the smoke and rain are far away, the waves are exhausted, and the red dust and the world are so delicate.

The breeze smiled, but it was lonely, and there was still a night photo left of pride.

When he waited for the last sentence, he looked at Hongwan with smiling eyes, "The common people are smiling, no longer lonely, and the pride is still smiling and smiling......"

Hongwan laughed with him, put a flute, filled it with wine, and the two brothers raised their glasses to drink.

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The speed of the boat is not too fast, and the line and live, when they encounter a good scenery, the two will lead the daughter-in-law to go off the boat together, like ordinary people's homes, brothers and sisters, husband and wife love, comfortable.

In the bustling market, Agarwood and Mo Han wandered in front of the stalls, picking out novel gadgets, while the two brothers waited behind them, occasionally saying a few words to help get an idea. If you look at the one who chooses it, you will hand over the silver, and whoever takes it out first will count whom, if there is a tacit understanding, there is no dispute and concession.

In the temple where the incense is flourishing, the good men and women pray to the gods and worship the Buddha, and the four of them come forward to bow down sincerely, but they do not make a wish. The wish of the world was originally determined by the will of heaven, as a prince, how to ask for blessings, if there is a real wish, only believe that things are man-made, not to mention that what they want in their hearts is simpler, they know better than anyone else in their hearts.

In the first half, the husband and wife joined hands, and in the second half, Agarwood and Mo Han were used to being close, and they intended to give the brothers the opportunity to talk privately, but kept a distance and walked in front. The two brothers followed behind, carefully watched, a rare relaxation, and a great swim.

When they arrived at Hangzhou Port, the sky was about to brighten, and the two of them sat in the stern of the boat, the fragrance of tea was in full bloom, and the smoke and waves were curling, and they were in the mist and drizzle.

Honghui joked about Hongwan: "You prince did a wonderful job, he went out with Fujin alone, I know that you are on an errand, and if you don't know, you will run away with your wife." ”

Hongwan shook his head and smiled, added hot tea and looked to the east, the morning sun only showed a faint light, hidden behind the sea level. "Fortunately, my eldest brother is with me, otherwise, where would my younger brother be so leisurely." The second half of the sentence is eaten in the stomach: The meaning of shelving Ama was not to let the eldest brother stay in Beijing, but he couldn't stop it.

Honghui is a person who looks gentle and loves to laugh very well, but his temperament is the most following his father, and no one can make up his mind.

Yinzhen also understood many years after he took over the business, I don't know if his nature is like this, or because he is used to being out of the house and has changed his temperament. Yiyantang became more and more prosperous under him, and the gold and silver rolled into the money bag, which was really in exchange for a big business. Xu is because not only Xiao's father is more like his mother, but the abacus in his heart is a smiling face, and no one can see the slightest unhappiness or care.

If you deal with people like this in the court...... Yin Zhen thinks about this every time he silently regrets. It's not that he didn't mention it, Honghui refused to look back, and he couldn't bear to force it.

Everyone in the world says that the royal family is good, and the world also knows that the royal family is difficult to do.

It is not bad for the son to be at ease and live a life that he can't have.

Hongwan is different, playing small is Yinzhen with him, teaching hand-in-hand, every word and deed is a requirement, born to survive in this royal fittest and strict education, the trajectory of the prince and grandson is not wrong or missing, except for marriage.

Hongwan admires Honghui, Yinzhen knows, he himself is envious, but the heavy responsibility is on his shoulders, he can't all be immortals in the family, he has his own ancestral regulations, no one can pick a child by nature, he can't, Hongwan can't, the only thing he can give is marriage.

On this trip, the brothers talked about everything, except for their family and country. Honghui talked about his years, leaving his hometown, chasing the wind and waves, the world is big, there are no surprises. Hongwan talked about the years when Eniang was away, and the sisters and brothers accompanied Ama and spent time in the house year after year. No one mentioned a bitter word, and they said to each other in the opposite direction, listening to the waves in their hearts, each thinking about what it would be like if they were exchanged.

No one can go back to their lives, they all have to look forward, feeling sorry for the unspoken loneliness of their brothers, and they are also relieved by the qiē in each other's hands.

When the day dawns, the sail is retracted into the port, and the tall figure is seen standing on the shore in the distance, and the rain is gradually dense, as if it is gathered in the curtain, alone, lonely and arrogant.