I didn't expect Yinzhen to rush back in a hurry this time, and he even brought Kangxi's will, Honghui was buried in the east of the elder brother's garden, and the princess's garden was in the south, living next to those dragons and phoenixes who died early.

For Honghui, the eldest son of the prince of the dynasty and who does not have any titles, this is already a grace that is too good to be good. Maybe Kangxi really likes Honghui, so he gave that jade pendant, and maybe it was because he sympathized with the hard-working fourth son, I can't guess. In short, no matter where my Honghui goes, for those relatives who are sad because of his early death, there is finally a place to pay tribute.

Because of the white affairs in the house, I have been staying in my own small courtyard, Kangxi has not returned from the patrol, Yinzhen stayed in Beijing, occasionally busy. Most of the time, like me, he would sit quietly on Honghui's small chair, looking at the empty tabletop, and sit for an afternoon. It wasn't until Cai Yi lit the candle that he would walk out of the door and stand in the courtyard, and he stood for a long time.

After a few days, Lan Si and Song returned, both wearing plain white robes, rarely stepping out of the door, and the house became unusually quiet.

Hongwan was a little feverish, Yinzhen stood in front of the bed with a pale face, the corners of his habitually pursed lips were tightened into a straight line by him, and the joints of his slender fingers were pale.

"What about Su Changqing?"

I sat at the end of the bed and heard his muffled voice, and my heart trembled, and he finally asked. He said those words very softly, but I could almost hear him gritting his teeth.

I leaned over to Hongwan's chest, and heard my voice become hoarse, "I sent him away, since I can't save Honghui, what's the use of keeping him." ”

Yin Zhen got up and walked to the door of the room, Gao Wuyong had quietly flashed in, hanging his head and not seeing his expression clearly, when he heard that he was going to ask Imperial Doctor Su to come over, he nodded and turned to leave.

I carefully covered Hongwan's forehead with a wet wipe, and kept wiping his body, and it didn't take long to hear someone walking briskly in the courtyard. The door rang, and the figure of Imperial Physician Su appeared in front of him, he was in his forties, and the wrinkles on his face were like knife carvings. I thought that Yan Yu had said with a smile that her father-in-law was healthy and ruddy, and now it seems that he was also implicated by me.

For my Honghui, is it worth it to harm others to live in middle age but never see their son again?

I don't have the strength to think about it anymore, it's come to this, I can only try to move forward.

Imperial Physician Su walked a few steps behind Yinzhen, who was standing with his hands behind his back, and asked An to kneel directly on his knees. Yin Zhen's face was suppressed anger, and he raised his hand to Hongwan, who was beside me with his eyes closed, and his voice was low, "Go and treat the second elder brother, if you go on a business trip again, your Su family...... All have to be buried together. ”

Doctor Su came to the bed, carefully checked the pulse, asked about the situation carefully, prescribed a prescription and actually wanted to grab the medicine and decoction himself, and knelt in front of Yinzhen when he left, his lowered face was still embarrassed, and his voice trembled faintly, "Fourth master, rest assured, the second elder brother's body is fine, and he will be cured in two or three days, Su does not dare to slack off." The rebel had already been driven out of the house, and asked the fourth master and Fu Jin to mourn angrily. Su knew that the rest of his family's life was all because of the kindness of the fourth master, so he was able to survive in the world. From now on, the family members in the fourth master's mansion, Su Mou will do his best, and he will never make any more mistakes. ”

Yin Zhen sat in the chair and tapped on the tabletop, staring at Imperial Doctor Su's gray hair, turning his eyes to me and the sleeping Hongwan, nodding almost invisibly, his thin lips slightly opened, "Go ahead." ”

I don't know how long this pain will last, but I know that the man in front of me has matured beyond what it used to be. His thoughts, his joys and sorrows, were all hidden under that expressionless face, and if it weren't for 13 years together, I would never have guessed what he would have thought and done.

Yiqiē is still in the plan, about Honghui, about Su Changqing, about Yan Yu who is pregnant and still running for me. I am full of guilt, but I can only hope that such days will pass quickly and return to normal life.

Hongwan got better soon under the care of Imperial Physician Su, and Yinzhen taught him hand-in-hand like he taught Honghui to write, as well as Hongwan. He no longer requires them to practice every day, but Hongwan sits at his desk every day like Honghui, and the seriousness on his face is even more serious than Honghui.

I remember the globe when Hongwan grabbed Zhou, and told him some travelogue stories every day, local customs, scenery and specialties. The kid sat beside me and listened attentively with his eyes open, but he rarely asked me about details that I might not understand like Honghui did. He would record the stories I told me in the words he had learned, and then tell them to Hongwan.

I always laugh from the bottom of my heart when I watch my sister and brother sit in the small courtyard and talk like a story. Hongwan's patience is not good, and there are many problems, and he speaks quickly and quickly, often making Hongwan speechless. I knew what he didn't understand, and then I carefully explained it to the two of them.

Every time Yinzhen sees it, he will always sit on the side, holding the red arm and looking at us, I feel as if the quiet days are back.

But when he was carrying the child on his back, he would tell me gloomily that Hongwan was more like an older brother, just like Honghui.

He seldom uttered such words, and even after Honghui left, he rarely mentioned his name in front of me. But I know that he secretly sent away Honghui's little rabbit, put on the old red purse again, and would sit in the study and read the "Jizo Sutra" repeatedly by candlelight, caressing it with his fingertips.

He also misses that lovely son, just like me.

My heart ached again, thinking of my son, who was thousands of miles away. Not to mention thousands of miles, the distance of three thousand miles, how to bring me closer lightly, and how to let his sad Ama be relieved.

After a month of suffering, the long summer finally passed, and after this sultry season when it always rained, Kangxi, who ran to the outside of the Seychelles to enjoy the coolness, returned to Beijing.

Yinxiang came to the house with Xiaoyan and Yinzhen, without the bright and energetic outside the plug, and was covered with wind and frost.

There are some secrets, even if they are as close as Yinxiang, I have to stick to them, at least now is not a good time. We were teary-eyed, and no one could persuade anyone, no one would persuade us, just sit quietly. Yinxiang would habitually reach out to his legs, but no longer the little boy of the past was tired of him, and no one wrapped around his neck anymore and called his uncle softly.

The second time I saw him in tears in my life, the last time was when my mother died, and I couldn't believe that my brother, who had always been strong as a father, would shed tears.

His knees have changed with the times, and it has nothing to do with gold, only for the pro-monarch of heaven and earth, but at this time, because of Honghui, he fell into the tears of a man who did not flick.

Yinzhen got up and walked to Yinxiang's side, pressed his palm on his shoulder, and pressed hard. I couldn't see his expression when he turned his back to us, and I could only stare firmly at the white cloud brocade that he had crumpled and wrinkled, and the silver silk auspicious clouds on it screwed my eyes.

With a soft sound, I looked at Yinzhen, who had been sitting silently beside Yinxiang, holding the food box in his hand, slowly opening the lid of the box, looking inside in a daze, it took a long time to take out a piece of dim sum and put it to his mouth, bite it gently, and the crunchy puff pastry fell all over his body.

Taking away Xiaoyan's hand on my shoulder, I walked up to Yinzhen, took the food box and re-covered it, and said softly: "Yinzhen, Honghui...... I like to eat the snacks you bring the most, thank you. ”

Yinzhen stuffed the snack in his mouth, nodded and bent over to bury his face in his hand.

Looking at the sadness that filled the room, my throat felt like a snack was blocked, and I could barely breathe. These three men are Kangxi's sons, even if it is today's Yinxiang, he has been favored by Kangxi for many years. They all have their pride, but now they are sad and vulnerable in front of me, for the sake of a little child.

I really hope they can all be happy, no matter what the future holds, and get better now. Shaking his head, he tried to get himself to speak, "Okay, my son I know that if I show him two uncles like this, I will not be happy." You two ...... Just hurt him again, don't be sad, go back. ”

Yinxiang wiped his face when he heard this, got up and patted Yinzhen's back, walked up to Yinzhen, stroked the black hair on the back of his head, bent down and whispered, "Let's go, Honghui is gone, and there are brothers." ”

I knew that he was persuading Yinzhen, and this sentence was also told to me, but he couldn't control the churning in his heart, so he grabbed the food box tightly and turned around and ran back to the room.

yes, I still have brothers.

~~~

The sadness fades with the passing of the days, hidden in the depths of everyone's heart, and is no longer mentioned.

In the dead of night, I occasionally stood outside Honghui's door and watched the tables and chairs inside remain in their original state, all wiped clean and clean.

Standing in the courtyard, I looked up at the night sky in the south. In the past, I could quickly fly to the water town in the south of the Yangtze River in just two hours, but now, it is the end of the world, and it is difficult to move an inch.

Honghui, do you know that your lovely smile, deeply imprinted in my heart, has been replaced by my thoughts day and night, and your unspeakable sorrow.

As soon as the north wind passed, the snow was all over the sky, and the whole capital was covered in a large area of white, which was extremely cold.

With the best news in four months, Smile returned to the capital. On the account book of Hangzhou Yiyantang that she handed over, I saw a name: Shu Zizhong.

When I asked Su Changqing to take a new name that day, he said that it would be better to be called Zizhong. I still remember his expression at that time, tilting his head and shaking it at will, laughing at me once said that he was a descendant of Su Shi, so he took the words Zizhan and Zhongzhong, and even took the meaning of longevity of Zizhong Jiangpan, just hoping to change his new name and new identity, and he can really live happily for a lifetime.

Will it be cold in Hangzhou, whether Honghui can adapt, and my body is healthy, I started to worry about it again.

smiled and persuaded me, saying that Honghui was in good health and had fully recovered, but he called Aunt Yan Yu every day, which made the stupid girl who had served him for many years very uncomfortable, but Su Changqing listened to the kid and uncle, and his smile was very refreshing.

I asked Yan Yu, who never knew what her surname was, to take her surname like a smile, and the two girls were treated as sisters by the guests who came to the door in Hangzhou. Honghui became their child, not calling his father and mother, but being taken care of by them. Yan Yu cried so much before leaving, thanked me for letting her marry a good man, and thanked me for giving her sisterhood. But how did she know, I was so grateful to the two of them, and for me to leave my hometown, Xiao Su gave up the ancestral family business. In this life, I don't know when I will be able to see each other again.

I looked at Yan Yu's letter and knew that she gave birth to a daughter, and she was named Agarwood by the father, and I couldn't help laughing. is really a doctor, even if he no longer practices medicine, he still remembers medicinal materials. Fortunately, Yiyantang has his help, and there are new ways to make money, and products such as maintenance are more complete and in short supply. I just hope that the money I earn will make their lives better, better.

It took me a month to embroider two identical handkerchiefs, one black and one red, embroidered with dense small characters on them, named "Agarwood".

Give it to the little agarwood that grew up in a foreign land because of me, and give it to my little Honghui who is full of thoughts about being a stranger in a foreign land:

The wind, the moonlight that does not bend

Wandering in a foreign land

Rain, impermeable paper

Which page is embedded in the melancholy

The hope is endless, not to mention the sentimentality of the broken mountains and rivers

Who used a jar of shade to brew a lifetime of agarwood

I sighed with nostalgia, a few paragraphs from the past

The memories you have left, twists and turns

If the cold wind rises and prospers to the end, I only hate the boundless distance

The scattered past turned into a cloud of smoke

I sighed with nostalgia, a few paragraphs from the past

The memories you have left, twists and turns

If love has withered and people have been sparse, only complain about that spring. The color is too light

Lonely and windy, the lingering is broken

The wind, the moonlight that does not bend

How many dreams have you had dyed yellow

Rain, impermeable paper

Because of you, another wisp of autumn coolness has been added