The days always pass inadvertently, Yun Yi can't move every day to turn over the Buddhist scriptures of meditation, Hua Jiang is still running around alone with a small bamboo tube without saying a word, Jun Shu is still unswervingly walking the clever little fat man route of digging bird eggs, crickets and fighting pheasants. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoA sweltering heat was spent so quietly.

It was almost the middle of August, and the patriarch of the Yun clan, who had not seen the head and tail for a few months, invited Xiu Mu to the imperial court, and returned to the Yun family with a group of servants and luggage.

Yun Cang, the patriarch of the Yun clan, is nearly sixty years old, with gray hair, and a calm and easy-going face that belongs to an ordinary old man, if it weren't for that pair of restrained and shrewd eyes and an indelible majesty and nobility, no one would dare to recognize him as the head of the Yun family who is decisive in killing.

Yun Cang walked to the front hall, saw a group of juniors waiting respectfully, waved his hand to stop their salute, sat down on the back seat and ordered a few Shu juniors to inquire about their homework, and admonished them seriously. Then he said slowly: "Tomorrow is the day of the sacrifice of the deceased wife, fasting for three days, and all the juniors kneel in the ancestral hall for half a day. ”

Seeing that the juniors all responded respectfully, Yun Cang's eyes swept and called, "Yun Yi." ”

Yun Yi respectfully stepped out: "Grandfather." ”

"Wake up tomorrow morning and worship your grandmother with me."

"Yes!"

In the third generation, the boy who came out of the hall was just a little young master who came back from the outside a few months ago, and looking at the blue eyes of this old man, the position of the next patriarch was probably decided, so everyone in the hall had their own considerations.

The weather was slightly cool in the morning and evening, and the autumn rain fell on the second day. Yun Qiaoqiao rarely got up early in the morning, and went to the bamboo house where Yun Yi lived and carefully told him: "The old man worships every year, he goes alone, and he carries a big wooden box every year, probably calligraphy and painting, if you take it, don't get drenched in him." After speaking, he stuffed a bag of dried fruits into his arms and said, "This trip will return in the afternoon, and I am hungry to eat on the way." ”

Yun Cang really took a big wooden box, Yun Yi wanted to take it, and the old man smiled: "I'm afraid that you will drench it, so you can hold an umbrella." ”

The two ancestors and grandsons rushed towards the ancestral tomb of the Yun family, it seemed that this grandson was very satisfied with the old man, Yun Cang asked about his injuries along the way, and said some interesting anecdotes about the officialdom, but they also talked happily.

"Actually, there is one thing that my grandson has not known." Yun Yi hesitated to speak, "Hua Jiang... How did it become like that? ”

The old man walked in a muffled voice for a while, and then said, "This child can be regarded as my grandfather, and I am sorry for her." As soon as the mountain wind passed, the thin autumn rain hit the ears of this old man, and Yun Yi suddenly felt that he was much older.

"Ah Qiu and I, your grandmother, have three children." Yun Cang looked at him, "Xiao Pan is our first child, and he is a male baby, and Ah Qiu and I are very fond of him." The children of the Yun family have always been outstanding, but Xiao Pan is surprisingly ordinary and not long-hearted. went out to experience and met a demon girl of the Demon Sect, and married back home, but the Yun family was almost swallowed up by the Demon Sect. The children of the Yun family died and were wounded. At that time, Ah Qiu was almost in labor, and the demon girl designed it, but the mother and son could not be saved. The unfilial son committed suicide by drinking sin, and the demon girl was killed by me. Hua Jiang is Xiao Fan's daughter, and she happened to bump into the scene of his father and mother's death, and since then, he has been silent and stupid. ”

The old man spoke plainly, but during the sinister mourning, even he, the listener, was chilled. changed overnight, his wife was afraid of death, and the remaining children also had an indelible mustard. The two of them were silent, and after a while, they also walked to the stele forest of the ancestral tomb of the Yun family, who knew that Yun Cang did not stop, led him over, and walked to a beautiful hill behind the stele forest.

Yun Yi shook his head, and followed Yun Cang to the lake, there was only an old tomb next to the lake, but it was often cleaned, and there were no weeds. At this time, the rain was much lighter, the old man lit a fire, opened the wooden box that had been hugged all the way, and his movements were very gentle, and he burned the calligraphy and paintings of the dragon and the phoenix, revealing a gentle look that Yun Yi had never seen.

"When I was young, I was a martial artist, but I couldn't write. I have always liked Ah Qiu when I was a child, but Ah Qiu values those stinky boys who dance and write, and my words are ugly, so I took my second brother to write me a bunch of wind and snow, and ran to give it to Ah Qiu in three days. After becoming a parent, I was afraid that Ah Qiu would find out that he secretly practiced calligraphy every day, but he also became famous. Ah Qiu likes my words very much, and I only heard her say it a long time later, and I knew that I was coaxing her with my second brother's words before I got married," Yun Cang laughed nostalgically twice, "She, a talented girl, also lost to me, a bastard back then." ”

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, Yun Yi's heart was touched, this is not an earth-shattering love story. But it is the patriarch of the Yun clan who stands up to the sky and the earth is a light in his heart when the sea is up and down and the world is difficult and dangerous. My mother often loved to study such an article: There is a loquat tree in the garden, and the loquat tree that my wife planted in the year of her death is now like a pavilion. In just a few words, you know deep affection.

The faint light of the fire reflected Yun Cang's already gray hair, and the old man seemed to have come out of the past, and sighed after a long silence: "The bastard boy failed to take care of you......"

Yun Yi felt a pain in his heart, and looked at the old man who was extremely fragile at this time speechlessly.

The sky was still gloomy, and the autumn rain in the mountains seemed to be particularly bleak, and the firelight was also exceptionally warm against this point, and Yun Cang put the last word into the fire and silently watched it turn to ashes. Then he got up and called, "Go back." ”

Holding an umbrella and following, Yun Yi secretly looked back at the tombstone: the tomb of his beloved wife Yun Suqiu - Yun Cangli.

He suddenly remembered that there were two lines of poetry in the last word of the old man, a strong pen and a strong font, but with a coolness that no one could complain about: how forgetful he is when he is old, but he does not forget to be lovesick.

The world is hot and cold, people's hearts are unpredictable, and some unchanging things are even more valuable.