Since then, Ouyang Tong has been freed from the boring matter of cooking porridge every day, and he sits all day long, and the big men who carry things still come, but Ouyang Gan, who comes once a month, has disappeared. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Replacing him was an old man with a white beard, who claimed to be a doctor, and checked Ouyang Tong's pulse every morning and evening, and often sighed when diagnosing his pulse, pinching his beard and not letting go......

Thinking about it, a lot of medicinal herbs were prescribed, and then there were many more people carrying things.

Little Ouyang Tong gradually noticed something.

Even if Ouyang Gan explained, it was not difficult for him to know his illness, this courtyard was so small, and the doctor had no one else to talk to, he knew that he would become like Feng Sheng in more than ten years, and he began to worry.

Ouyang Gan sent someone to empty the room on the right and moved a lot of books, Ouyang Tong only began to have something to do at this time, that is, to read books every day, to stay in this study every day, without friends, relatives, and freedom, and some are just proof that their lives are dying quickly.

The white horse passed through the gap, time always disappeared in the blink of an eye, and before I knew it, half a month had passed, and the year of Hanquan had arrived.

Xue Cao will remember this day no matter what he says, but when he vaguely falls asleep, he will be woken up by the sound of firecrackers when he thinks of tomorrow's New Year.

The sound of firecrackers that began in Hanquan since he was a child in previous years made a noise all night, and people always had trouble sleeping, but in fact, no one slept.

The adults were busy preparing the first meal of the first year of junior high school, and the children were waiting to turn over the New Year's money under the pillows, and they were excited, drinking the first glass of wine and setting off a string of firecrackers.

Xue Cao looked out the window early this morning and smiled, wearing a light blue gauze dress, and the faint shadow under her eyes was the result of her sleepless night.

There was no sound of firecrackers, no sound, this small courtyard was so quiet, she couldn't sleep.

In the early morning, she was a little relieved, looking at the warm sunlight outside, feeling the temperature gradually rising in the room.

This thousand feathers are still in the middle of summer, where does the year come from?

Something seemed to grow in my heart, and then it was lost in some kind of corrosive wrap.

"Miss, it's time to eat. The maidservant said.

She put down her things, and without looking at the snow robe, she withdrew.

Xue Yu knew that this maid was not making a bed for her cloth, and it was better for her to stand at the door and watch the door.

After a moment, Xuefu reached for the window and moved to the table, looking at these simple dishes, without any appetite.

She remembered that in the past, her mother would make a lot of snow lotus cakes during the Chinese New Year, and the taste was bitter, and she was a little curious, how did Ouyang Tong spend every New Year?

"You say, he went to Hanquan when he was ten years old, why did you send him away?" put a mouthful of sweet and sour fish in his mouth, and Xue Bao calmly asked Wenshan, who was sitting very reservedly.

"This, Wenshan is not very clear, it is a long time ago. He replied.

Xue's white face did not show any expression, and the two distant mountain eyebrows stretched: "Is it because of Feng Yao?"

Wen Shan's heart jumped, did she know the reason?

"Miss, Wenshan really doesn't know. ”

"I'm just thinking that Feng Yao and Feng Shang have similar names and are both Ouyang Gan's women, so there should always be some connection. She said, rubbing her forehead, her mind always feels buzzing today.

"Mrs. Feng Yao and Mrs. Feng Shang have no connection...... If you really want to say that there is, I'm afraid it's from your background, right?" Wen Shan replied, the entanglement in his eyes made Xue Sheng see that he should know Feng Shang.

"What do you mean by that?"

Wenshan: "Miss doesn't know, the surname Feng is the surname of Qian Yuguo's surname for a woman born as a prostitute. However, miss, don't get me wrong, it's not like Han is going here, how difficult it is to be ridiculed for being a prostitute, it just proves that you don't have family power. ”

"It's insignificant than nobles, it's more noble than commoners, is that so? Ouyang Gan actually married Feng Yao?" Xue Yu couldn't help but be surprised when she heard this.

Wen Shan: "The general is the brother of the king, and he doesn't need any family force at all, and he is strong enough, so the general is naturally free to marry whomever he marries." ”

"Is it too risky for him to be so obsessed with monogamy, and he doesn't want a "dowry" in any sense?" replied Snow Coat as she stretched her waist and squinted her eyes.

Ouyang Gan still has such a side, which is getting more and more interesting.

Is he really a bold and dedicated elder?

"Take the things away......" Wenshan ordered.

The snow robe rolled up her sleeves, and when noon passed, she once again entered the blue veil, and slowly fell asleep, and she was so tired today, I am afraid that it was because of some sadness.

The green yarn was blown by the wind, slowly floating and swaying......

The long-haired brown boy had his back to her, he had a brush in his hand, and he was moving on the paper with difficulty, and opposite him sat a young man, dressed like a scholar, wearing a square hat, with his chin raised high, his eyes slender and slender, and he wore a brown gown, loose and dragging, as if it were not his, this man had one hand behind his back, and the other hand was holding a book.

"Confucius said......"

It turned out that Ouyang Tong began to read and write, and he seemed to start a little late, but he had a lot of time, and he was willing to learn to read and write, because he found that there were so many books to read, and he would not be lonely in the future......

"Okay, little master, I'll get here today, see for yourself! It's not too early, sir, I'm going down the mountain." ”

Ouyang Tong's soft voice sounded: "Mr. Zhao, why is it so early? I didn't see the sunset." ”

He looked a little weaker, his eyes were bright, his hands were non-stop, and his expression was very indifferent.

"Little master, today is the end of the year, I want to go home, my wife is waiting at home, I believe the general will not mind if I get out of class earlier." Mr. Zhao walked to the door, his eyes drifted far and wide along the way down the mountain, and his mind had already flown to his home.

"Okay then, you should go early!" Behind him, Ouyang Tong's nonchalant voice sounded.

Mr. Zhao got the words and immediately strode away, and even the long shirt with this fast pace was crumpled.

He didn't like to teach this indifferent child, he was lifeless, he was learning fast, he almost, there was nothing left to teach.

"The year is over, and my wife is waiting at home?" Ouyang Tong muttered to himself, and the brush in his hand unconsciously brought out a family word, and soon, it was stained with ink and wiped it off one by one.

"How many years do I have left? I don't want to, it's over here. The vast rivers and lakes, why can I only be in the deep mountains?" he looked up, took out a small notebook, and put pen to paper.

Xue Yu only felt that in her dreams, everything she saw was playing out, it was too real......

She asked Wenshan, how did Ouyang Tong leave this courtyard, but there was an answer in her heart, most of them were planned by himself, right?

"General, you can't leave now!" shouted a long-haired man in red armor as he stopped him.

Ouyang Tong frowned, a pair of slightly hung peach blossom eyes were full of sadness, and he gritted his teeth lightly, angry!

"If I don't come out for a little relief, you'll run away! How can there be a general like Beiweiyu? You're going to run back after just half a month!" The big man almost didn't roll his eyes, what was this person thinking? Since the morning, he suddenly desperately wants to go back?

Ouyang Tong had no way to communicate with him, the "intimate guard", seeing that it was getting dark, and his body was still occupied by this person!

"I still haven't been able to go back to accompany her...... Will you miss me?" he muttered to himself, his eyes infinitely sad.

What he didn't know was that Xue Yu didn't think about him, just in his dreams, looking for him when he was a child.

And after she woke up, there was an extra string of red rock sugar gourds in front of the table at some point~

Meizi said ramblingly

Ouyang Tong, I want to know you.