Jin Yi looked up and saw Sima Yulou standing on the side of the plum tree.

Jin Xuan strode forward and said with a smile: "You have been so leisurely these days. ”

Sima Yulou smiled faintly, "Mother asked me to send something to my uncle, I arrived in the morning and played a few games of chess with my uncle." ”

Princess Chuchen is Qin Zhiyuan's own sister, and now in addition to her son, she only has the three closest relatives of the Marquis of Changfeng, especially her brother who lives in seclusion.

"Go over first, I'll come back later." Sima Yulou said, looking at Jinyi.

The golden sun of winter burst out from behind him, reflecting his already slender figure more and more upright like a pine, and because of some backlight, his face was more defined like a knife, and there was some light at the edges, and his bright eyes were shining.

Jin Yi was a little distracted for a while. Although he was standing far away, the warm smile in his eyes seemed to reach her heart, and the whole person was warm.

For the first time, she felt that her lonely heart was like a small boat galloping into a stable harbor, which made her feel that she had something to rely on, and she was no longer alone in the face of wind and rain.

After a while, she put away her disturbed mind, nodded to him, smiled gracefully, and followed the Jinxuan brothers and sisters along the path by the temple.

Sima Yulou kept looking at her back, the wind blew her cloak, the light orange skirt was blowing in the wind, I hadn't seen her dressed so fresh for a long time, and the smile on his lips was warm.

Bypassing the temple wall, in a small clearing in the forest, there are three small wooden houses, the small courtyard is green with a fence, and there is a stone table under the tree in the courtyard, on which there is an unfinished wreckage.

On the south side is a vine with a hexagonal well and two barrels standing on the eaves of the vine.

The yard is thrifty and neat, quite idyllic. Living here alone, watching the sunrise and twilight, the years are quiet, and it must be refreshing.

With a squeak, the wooden door in the middle opened, and Qin Zhiyuan slowly walked out from the inside, and when he saw his children coming, his face showed joy.

Jinru threw herself into his arms with a smile and called him happily, "Daddy." ”

Jin Xuan walked to his side and said with a smile, "Father." ”

Qin Zhiyuan is just forty this year, with white temples and a thin face, his appearance is somewhat similar to Sima Yulou, but he is not flying and bright, his eyes are warm as ink, elegant and handsome, revealing some indifference to the world.

At this time, men, whether they were nobles and wealthy families, or rural gentry with a few acres of thin fields, were all extremely common to have three wives and four concubines, and often married concubines not to reproduce children, but to look good on their faces.

It is really rare for a man like Qin Zhiyuan to only love one woman from beginning to end. It is even more rare for a wife like him to die for more than ten years and still miss it.

Jin Yi secretly looked at this middle-aged man who had been in love for a long time, and wondered if Sima Yulou would be so gentle and clear if he reached this age in the future. Thinking like this, his face turned red.

She stepped forward and saluted Qin Zhiyuan, "Uncle, Jin Yi has come to see you." ”

Qin Zhiyuan looked at her for a long time before he reacted, "It's actually Jinyi who came back." His tone was very happy, "You really look like your mother, you look exactly like your mother when she first arrived in Jianye." ”

He led a few people into the house. The room is not big, against the wall is a warm kang, and there is a fire burning underneath. There is a tall lattice stand next to the wall, on which are placed all Buddhist scriptures.

On the ground next to the shelf was a plain felt blanket, a low case, and a few green silk futons around.

There is an incense table next to the wall, and the incense burner has a faint elegance of sandalwood.

There is a charcoal basin in the corner, and the whole house is warm and tidy. The room is not furnished, but it seems warm and easy-going, and in the middle of it, I only feel peaceful and peaceful.

"I don't pay attention to so many worldly rules here, so let's sit on the futon." Zhiyuan is casually authentic.

Sure enough, they were far away from the red dust and were not bound by secular red tape, and several people sat down around a few cases at random.

Jin Yi saw tea sets on several cases, and an iron teapot sat on the small red clay stove next to it.

Buddhism drinks tea and is accustomed to the sencha ceremony. Unlike the general noble family, it is customary to hold tea leaves in a tea cup and brew it with boiling water. Although it is simple, it loses the fun of tea tasting.

Jin Yi had practiced the tea ceremony in Shangxiu Hall, and when he saw the furnishings on the case, he said happily: "I'll come to sencha." ”

Qin Zhiyuan held a grimace blue and white urn from the side of the bookshelf, Jin Xuan hurriedly wanted to take it, he shook his head with a smile. Now he is doing everything by himself, and he has long been used to it.

Pouring the water from the urn into the teapot with a water ladle, he said, "This is the snow water I collected from the plum tree outside the temple last winter. ”

handed the tea leaves on a few to Jin Yi and said, "This Cuiding Cloud Tea was just brought by my nephew." Then he asked Jin Xuan, "Did you see your cousin just now?" ”

Jin Xuan nodded, "I'll see you outside the temple." ”

Jin Yi was quietly frying tea on the side, while listening to the three of them talk about some trivial things. Jin Ruzheng said that she wrote several big characters today, and even Jin Yi praised her for writing well. Qin Zhiyuan's face was kind, and he stroked Jinru's head with pity, "You are now a big girl, and in March next year, I will go home to preside over the insertion ceremony for you." ”

Jin Xuan smiled warmly, staring at his father's old but calm face.

The three of them did not persuade him to go home and live, although it was not as luxurious as the life in the Hou Mansion, it was quiet and comfortable, and there was no deceit and hypocrisy in the world.

When the tea soup in the pot is full of fish eyes, the faint fragrance of tea fills the room, and there is a soft sound outside the door.

The door was pushed open, and Sima Yulou stepped into the room, laughing clearly, "The tea rhyme has just risen, and I came just in time." ”

"Your nose is smart, and it came at the right time." Qin Zhiyuan beckoned him to sit down.

Jin Xuan smiled and moved to the side, giving him a futon.

Jin Yi was still calm and relaxed, only focusing on the boiling tea soup.

When the soup comes out, it is gently poured into the black glazed wood leaf pattern scoop, the soup is clear and bright, and the fragrance is faint.

Sima Yulou was sitting opposite her, looking through the curling smoke, seeing her pious face, her eyebrows and eyes soft, and her lips with a faint smile.

Zhiyuan tasted the tea and praised the exquisite skills of Jinyi Sencha, "...... It is not comparable to the craftsmanship of the obscure monk. ”

"Although the obscure monk has a grotesque temperament, he uses tea to enter Zen, and decades of tea cooking skills are still secondary, but the Zen in it is profound, and it cannot be cooked without such a state of mind." Sima Yulou chuckled, met Jin Yi's somewhat unkind eyes, and praised her, "But your tea is indeed full of color and flavor, and it is also rare." ”

Jin Yi took the water scoop and poured water into the pot again, just smiled indifferently at his words and ignored them.

After everyone drank tea for a while, the delivery carriage outside the door arrived. The men who were guarding outside helped carry the things to the side room next to them.

Sima Yulou said to Qin Zhiyuan: "My uncle's family hasn't seen each other for a long time, and there must be a lot to talk about. I won't bother. He turned his head to Jin Yi and said, "I'll take you to the temple to have a look." ”

Jin Yi hesitated a little, and felt that he was reasonable, so he had to get up and say goodbye to Qin Zhiyuan. The two brothers and sisters of Liujinxuan accompanied their father to talk, and they walked out of the wooden house with Sima Yulou.