Before dawn, Hanzhou woke up, and after waking up, he burst into tears.

She dreamed that she was sleeping on the bed at home, and in the middle of the night she subconsciously touched the side of her, but she didn't touch the fluffy hair, and she sat up in fright. Dangdang is lost!

Many times, she is like this, she thinks the child is lost when she can't touch the child, she always wakes up to look for the child, and when she sees her roll to the side and sleep like a piglet, she can sleep again.

Now, sleeping in this room that is no longer a stranger, next to Xi Shi, who is sleeping ugly, she cried.

She cried silently, life was like an endless dark night for her, she couldn't walk no matter how she walked, she didn't even have anything to rely on left and right, it was just dark and empty, and she walked down one foot at a time, not knowing when to stop or why she was going down.

She thought of everyone in the house, wondered if they had seen her in their dreams, and each of them stretched out his hand to pull her and pull her to a place of light.

And I don't know where Liangzi is, whether he is also like this, helpless in the fluttering void.

There was some pain in my lower abdomen, so I reached out and touched it, and when my period came, I actually soiled the sheets.

In someone else's house, she soiled someone else's bed sheets, which made her very ashamed.

Suddenly, she remembered that she hadn't sung for a long time, and she subconsciously cared about other people's homes, the homes of more than a dozen people. This Xianyang made her feel dangerous in the bustling and lively, she wanted to hide herself, and even in front of a child, she was afraid of revealing her secrets.

She had long said to herself that she couldn't let herself be too wronged, but she was still wronged, and she didn't even dare to sing the song, and she would feel uneasy if she soiled the sheets.

She got up, got dressed, and pushed the door open. One by one, the stars are hiding, and it is the darkest time before transparency. Touching the dark, walking into the stable, Lao Chen smelled her breath, her ears were excited, she stepped forward and hugged Lao Chen's head, put her face on it, rubbed it back and forth, and said, "Lao Chen, let's go out and stay for a while." ”

The road was quiet, and the watchmen didn't know where to go. There were a few dog barks, and it was estimated that someone from the family got up early and was scolding the dog. The people in the blacksmith shop were lighting a fire, and there was a smell of smoke. On the road, there was only the sound of Lao Chen's kicking and trampling horses' hooves.

All the way south to the Wei River.

The water is very large, and there are no people by the river to fetch water or sand panning. The stars have all gone back, and the morning light is faint.

Lao Chen was grazing without a pair, and Han Zhou remembered the melody she had heard: MEMORY

Midnight

Notasoundfromthepavement

Hasthemoonlosthermemory

Sheissmillingalone

Inthelamplight

Thewitheredleavescollectatmyfeet

Andwind

Beginstomoan

Memory

Allaloneinthemoonlight

Icansmillattheolddays

Iwasbeatifulthen

Iremember

ThetimeIknewwhathappinesswas

……

Imustwaitforthesunrise

Imustthinkofanewlife

AndImustn’tgivein

Whenthedawncomes

Tonightwillbeamemorytoo

Andanewdaywillbegin

……

Old Chen hissed, and when he saw his companion, he went to find his companion. Hanzhou turned around, it was Hu Qi, he didn't know when he arrived.

Hu Qi didn't move, standing in the grass and looking at her, listening to her sing.

She had sung to tears, but she still sang as if no one was around.

Hu Qi couldn't understand it, but he could understand the loneliness and strength in her voice.

If she was just beautiful, he felt that he wanted to enjoy the beauty of this woman, if she was just smart, he felt that he had found a companion to move forward, but she was so lonely and strong, he sensed his heartache, and he wanted to press her tightly, tightly to his chest, to let her know that it was not a big deal to have him.

They did not move, but watched as the sun rose and shone on the trees and stones on the shore, and on the horses.

The shoes were already wet with dew, Han Zhou kicked the mud on them, turned around, and walked towards Hu Qi.

"Let's go, go home and eat."

The tears on her face had dried up, only her eyes were red, Hu Qiyi hugged her, and then touched her head and patted her back like a baby.

Han Zhou struggled for a moment, wanting to push him away, and whispered, "Don't do this, let's go." I'm fine. ”

Hu Qi hugged him tighter, he wanted to give her all of himself, but she was pushing, and he was very sad. He lowered his head to find her lips, she shook her head to dodge, trying to break free from him, he was going to hug her again, Hanzhou squatted on the ground aggrievedly and cried. She felt that Hu Qi was bullying her, and everything in this era was bullying her. She couldn't hold back and cried loudly.

Hu Qi was also injured, he didn't know what to do with this woman? He still wanted to hold her and comfort her, but she was wronged. However, seeing her crying aggrieved, he hated to leave her and leave.

However, he couldn't leave her alone on this deserted shore.

Gradually, she cried enough, stood up by herself, went to lead the horse, Hu Qi also went to lead the horse, and the two went home one after the other.

Hu Qi said: "I'm going to Qilian Mountain in a few days." ”

Han Zhou didn't say anything, he cried a little too much just now, his brain was empty, as if he couldn't react to anything.

Hu Qi said again: "Otherwise, you can go with me, and go out for a walk." ”

Han Zhou still didn't speak.

She scattered her heart to the Great Qin Dynasty, what else is there to disperse?

Sighing, Hu Qi said: "You don't like that, in the future, I won't make you angry again." ”

Still ignore him.

In the end, Hanzhou got on horseback and ran away. Hu Qi looked at the stubborn background, slapped the horse hatefully, and the horse dodged angrily, but let him catch it and ride it.

When he was about to get home, Hanzhou didn't go in, waiting for Hu Qi to come back. Hu Qi got off the horse, knowing that she had something to say, so he waited.

"I want to move out." After speaking, he looked at Hu Qi fixedly.

Hu Qi was anxious when he heard it: "What? You are crazy? Are you a woman moving out? Do you know how dangerous it is? ”

Han Zhou didn't speak, waiting for Hu Qi to calm down before saying: "I moved out because I wanted to have my own space, and I didn't want to be afraid of this and that, but I saved my body but wronged my heart." You heard me singing just now, and in this courtyard, I can't sing, no one cares about me, I take care of myself. I didn't want that kind of life. Of course, you're all very nice to me, you don't have to think about it. ”

Hu Qi looked at her little mouth and said her reasons, she was disheartened, she still regarded herself as an outsider after all, and regarded this place as a temporary place to stay. What about him, her father, and her sister, she can't give her a home, she has to leave if she wants, and she doesn't think about what others think. From the beginning she said that she was a partner, to now she has always been sober and has never crossed the line, how can she be so ruthless?

Angry, but how could he rest assured that he would let her move out willfully? Could it be that little bit of her ability to prevent hooligans?

Hu Qi glanced at her contemptuously: "Are you going to use your kitchen knife to guard the door all night?" ”

Han Zhou was speechless for a while, the tone and expression of this speech were exactly the same as Lao Chen, when she was willful, Lao Chen also taught her with contempt.

"Let's go, go home and eat, don't stand here!" After teaching the people, Hu Qi left angrily.

Of course, the meal was still eaten, Han Zhou stuffed it indiscriminately, remembering that the old man of Huazhi Street wanted to instruct her in calligraphy a few days ago, so he went back to the room, quieted himself, wrote a few lines, cleaned up slightly, and stepped on the horse to go out.

Hu Qi watched her go out in a hurry again, thinking sadly in his heart that one day, either she was crazy or he was crazy.

Sure enough, after waiting for a while, the old man really came.

The old man took the word, didn't open it, stared at Hanzhou for a while, but didn't say anything. Han Zhou couldn't help touching his face, thinking, is it for people to see? Actually, I don't want to go out today.

This pair of words is silently Jia Dao's "Xi Si", the mood in the morning, and I can't think of anything bright for a while.

The autumn night is difficult to dawn, and it is leaked to the second change.

I remember sitting in the mountains and rivers, and the insects are lonely and smelling.

The wind in the cave falls into the wood, and the sky and the moon leave the clouds.

will float from the east, what will you want to be the king.

The old man was silent after reading it, how could a good little girl write such a low tone, it seemed that her years had passed and her days were numbered.

Hanzhou was a little worried. She didn't formally visit the teacher, but she was interested in buying stickers and watching calligraphy exhibitions, and later joined a QQ group for calligraphy lovers, which is half-understood.

"Is this a serious word?" The old man asked.

"It's a serious write, right? Wrote this morning. Han Zhou replied a little weakly.

"When writing, the heart should be quiet, and if the heart is not quiet, the words are empty. You must have been writing for a few years, and the structure of each character stroke is naturally fine, but the whole article, there is no quiet and atmospheric rhyme, which is the most basic thing in calligraphy. ”

Han Zhou nodded busily, she knew that she was just a hobbyist.

The "one-knife quasi" next to him was a little stunned, he felt that the word had been written beautifully, but it turned out that the old man was not worth a look, is the doorway in this really so deep?

The old man looked at the two of them, "You taught people to write on the ground that day, it doesn't seem to be a official book, can you write a few more for me to see?" ”

Han Zhou felt a "sigh" in his heart, thinking to himself, it is still visible to people.

She smiled, forced herself to calm down, and said: "It was written casually by the seniors in the family, and a few of our juniors saw that it was easy to learn, so we also learned." ”

The old man smiled and said encouragingly: "Write, no matter what kind of body, writing it makes people feel that it has weather and charm, and that is beauty." ”

Hanzhou had no choice but to ask the clerk for a pen, dipped it in water, thought for a while, and wrote a few lines on the board. She was silent about Han Yu's "Zhang Eighteen Members of the Water Department in Early Spring", of course, the names were hidden, only the text.

The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is none.

It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital.

This poem is written in block letters, written in accordance with the situation, and seems light and jumpy, and the old man likes it at first glance.

"Hey, it's still this good, good sentence, good book style. You, you come to remember. The old man happily pointed to the clerk and said, "Sharp."

"One Knife Accurate" was a little nervous for a while, looked at Han Zhou, forced himself to calm down, coughed lightly, and opened his mouth.

After reading it, Han Zhou and the old man couldn't help laughing.

In this era, there is no punctuation, and what to read depends on the reader's own grasp. He didn't make a mistake just now, but it was really not fluent, and the sentence was broken in several places, and the good poem was completely unpoetic.

The old man pointed at Hanzhou: "Listen to what your little Han girl says." ”

Han Zhou sorted out his emotions and read it gently, and he didn't use the exaggerated tone of the People's Radio, just like reading to his daughter every day.

The old man laughed when he heard this, and his face turned red. That's a big gap!

"Well, I like this, it's a pity that it's written with water, and it's out of sight for a while. Is this your usual font? ”

Han Zhou listened to it and thought for a while, and said: "Everyone in the family thinks that this font is simpler than Lishu, and it is easy for children to learn, so they all learn it." If you are lazy on weekdays, you can use anything simple, just writing, not calligraphy. ”

When the old man heard this, he sighed: "There are masters among the people!" Cheng Miao has been thinking hard for ten years and has achieved this official book, and the elders in your family have changed the writing of my Chinese characters to such an extent, this, how can you say this? We didn't know that text strokes could change like this. This makes the old man a little unbelievable! ”

Han Zhou snickered in his heart, you have to believe if you don't believe it, seeing is believing.

The old man pondered for a long time and asked urgently, "Then the elders of your family—?" ”

Han Zhou was nervous for a moment, this is the investigation of the family tree, she said: "He may still be alive, I can't remember, I hope he lives." ”

"Oh." The old man remembered and glanced at the girl sympathetically, what a good person this is, but unfortunately I can't find it. Thinking of my Great Qin, the country is vast, there are countless heroes, in the place where the court can't see it, how many people are there like this kind of poetry and book heirlooms, and how many people are happy?

It's a pity that this girl is even more pity, she lives alone in Xianyang, lives in a merchant's house, and makes a living by taking care of the tofu shop for people. No wonder she cried, coming out of such a good family, falling into such a field today, and smiling out to make a living, she is already strong.

Han Zhou saw that the old man was silent, and he was at a loss, so he smiled and said, "Your old man has been out for a long time today, right?" Patronizing and guiding me, do you still want to buy oil bean skin for your child? ”

"Huh? Oh, yes. The child is fond of it. The old man's mouth answered, but his mind had not yet returned.

"One knife accurately" wrapped the oil bean skin and handed it to the old man with both hands.

Han Zhou accompanied the old man out.

The old man took two steps, turned around and said, "I'll write to you someday." ”

Han Zhou nodded hurriedly in thanks, and suddenly she remembered something again: "Old man, I want to inquire about something." ”

The old man paused: "You say." ”

"Do we have a rental house on Huazhi Street? I don't mean the shop. ”

The old man thought about it and said, "I don't know about this, but I can ask people to ask." Who wants to rent? ”

Han Zhou lowered his head and smiled, and said, "It's me who wants to rent." ”

Well? The old man's brows furrowed, there is nowhere to live? Didn't you say that the merchant was very good to her? How do people inquire here?

"You are a girl's house, what kind of house do you rent?"

Han Zhou smiled: "It will be more convenient to live alone, Huazhi Street is still safer, I can only consider here." I'm not going to ask around anywhere else. ”

"Oh, that's it! I'll let you know when I have the news. ”

"Hmm." Han Zhou nodded happily. The old man seemed to be a credible man.