The problem of the eyes is actually the pink eye that my parents talked about when I was a child, and it is a close relative of pollen allergy, which is called pollen allergic conjunctivitis. Oh, I just remembered the snowy poplar flowers when I went out yesterday.

Although the eyes are still uncomfortable, the problem is not big, and it should be fine with a few days of medicine, so I am working hard to insist on seriously yard 290, I hope you like it~......

"I don't have parents either...... No, everyone should have parents, it's just that my parents left me too early, and I can remember too little about them. ”

"The early death of a parent is a very unfortunate thing for a child, but I think I am lucky. When I was five years old, I met Master, who took me in and took me to the cottage where he lived. I spent half of my childhood and restless teenage years in that humble abode, where everything I learned was given by the Master. ”

"There, too, lives a child. But by the time I got to the cottage, he was no longer a child, for he was nearly seven years older than me. When we first met, he was a head taller than me, and he could hold my head down with just a simple lift of his hand! ”

Cen Chi slowly recounted the past memories in his heart, and the wetness in his eyes gradually precipitated.

After Xiao Qiang closed the door, she still squatted down by the bed, quietly listening to Cen Chi speak. Hearing this, she had some doubts in her heart, and she hadn't heard anything sad from Cen Chi's words.

However, she quickly dispelled this thought, because the sadness in his eyes was so clear just now, faintly confirming that it had happened. From what he said, it can be inferred that the person who had an accident a few days ago may not be his parents, but may be someone from his school.

Thinking of this, Xiao Qiang's heart couldn't help but feel apprehensive again.

"That young man is Master's first apprentice. My first friend, my brother, was almost an older brother in my upbringing. ”

Cen Chi sighed deeply when he said this, and after a pause, he continued: "It's just that I often quarreled with him at that time, but he was still very good to me, and basically didn't really get angry with me, except when I was playful." But I was always disgusted that he was good to me, and I wanted him to scold me, now that I think about it. I was so stupid. ”

Xiao Qiang was stunned, and said thoughtfully: "When people are young, they will have a period of time when they are in the blessing and do not know it, which is not a strange thing. You can talk to your brother about it. Since he's never really been angry with you, he should be able to accept your apologies. ”

"It's too late." Cen Chi shook his head and immediately lowered his gaze. He hung his head lower and lower, until his face was on his bent knees, and then he spat out three stiff words: "He's dead." ”

"How so?" A sharp turn in the narrative. Xiao Qiang's eyes shrank, and her voice trembled, "What's going on?" ”

"I don't know." Cen Chi still buried his face in his knees, and was silent for a long time before he spoke again: "More than ten years ago, I left the division in anger, and I have never contacted him again. Unexpectedly, when I got the news of him again, it was his death. ”

Xiao Qiang stared. She remembered when her mother died a few years ago.

Xiao Qiang's father died early due to an accident, and her mother earned a living by washing clothes in a large family. A few years later, my mother's hands were blistered and her body collapsed, and she was fired from the rich family. For this family. The only fortunate thing in all these misfortunes was that she was eight years old at that time. The chaos in Kyoto also stabilized for three years, and she was able to find a job with a meager income.

That morning, after serving her mother and drinking gruel, she went out to cut wheat in the village chief's wheat field. However, she had only been harvesting wheat for an hour, when a neighbor came to her and told her that her mother was dying.

The news was like a muffled thunderbolt over her head, and she only felt numb all over, the soles of her feet floated, and her mind was blank.

By the time she ran home, her mother could no longer speak, her eyes were closed, and only a thin breath remained.

Because of the similar mental inspiration, Xiao Qiang at this time can understand what it feels like to "have a blank mind" that Cen Chi said just now, and can also understand what he meant by "I don't want to think about anything". When she remembered her mother's death, she didn't know what to do in the future.

But she still can't fully understand what Cen Chi is thinking.

Although her own mother left suddenly, during the days when she was waiting for her sick mother, her mother explained everything she could explain, but Cen Chi's senior brother died before he could say a word. Xiao Qiang didn't know if Cen Chi had anything important to say to his senior brother yet, so that his feelings at this time would be so depressed and fragile.

This was the first time she had seen him cry, and while crying, he also showed a lifeless feeling. Xiao Qiang has always felt that Mr. Cen, who lives in this courtyard, is not only admired and amazed by his talent, but also a person with an extremely elegant heart, so the sharp contrast between his expression of affection and his usual mental state at this time will make her feel even more frightened.

Cen Chi kept hanging his head after he finished speaking, pressing his face tightly to his knees, and he didn't know if he was still crying.

He didn't speak, Xiao Qiang didn't speak again, and the two of them sat quietly. The atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze, as if to foretell that they were going to sit silently all the time.

Xiao Qiang felt that she should say something at this time, but she suddenly realized that although she could understand part of Cen Chi's sadness, she couldn't find the words that she felt could comfort him.

She also felt once again the gap between herself and Cen Chi. Identity, emotion, and ability are not far from the ordinary, which makes her want to but it is difficult to touch his world.

It's like two people standing on opposite sides of a wide river, although they want to meet and walk together, it is always difficult to cross that chasm. Xiao Qiang doesn't like this feeling, but she feels deeply helpless to find a solution.

Just when she felt a little at a loss, Cen Chi, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly raised her head slowly, took a deep breath and looked at Xiao Qiang and said softly: "After saying so much, my heart seems to be empty, thank you, Miss Xiao Qiang."

When Xiao Qiang heard this, her face showed embarrassment, and she said in a little panic: "No...... Actually, I didn't say anything, but Mr. has a good temperament, and he figured it out by himself, and Xiao Qiang can breathe a sigh of relief. ”

"You're relieved?" Cen Chi looked at her calmly, and said slowly, "What do you have to worry about?" ”

"I, I just hope that my husband can be like before." Xiao Qiang replied with trepidation.

Cen Chi was silent for a moment and then asked, "What do you think I was like in the past?" ”

Xiao Qiang heard a different flavor from Cen Chi's words, and couldn't help but be stunned, a little afraid to answer that question.

"Let's ......," Cen Chi said a word, and then he got out of bed and walked very slowly towards the outside of the house. Xiao Qiang swallowed her saliva, quickly gathered her mind, and followed closely behind him.

After less than half an hour, the sunlight outside the house was even more dazzling. Cen Chi walked under the eaves of the house, stretched his palm to the eyebrow bone to block it, squinted his eyes, and did not continue to step down the steps, as if he was still afraid of the sun as he was just now.

Behind him there was the sound of small footsteps, and he knew that the maid was coming. This is usually a normal thing, and he didn't care much, but then the girl suddenly said something that made him feel a little surprised.

"Mr. used to be very calm and calm about things, but he can be gentle as water to people, and staying by your side always makes people feel comfortable." Xiao Qiang paused as she said this. She pursed her lips, her eyes fell on the sunlight in the courtyard, and her uneasy heart gathered some courage again, and she continued again: "I know that the death of a loved one makes you sad, but this is something that cannot be changed, and those who are alive have to continue to live. ”

Cen Chi nodded after a moment of silence, "You're not wrong, I also know that it's not appropriate to indulge in injuries, but I need time to get used to this." ”

Xiao Qiang didn't say anything immediately when she heard this, she just stood behind Cen Chi's side, looking at his face gently, and being a quiet listener.

"With my current state, I can't do anything with my spirit." Cen Chi sighed and slowly continued, "I think I'm going to leave the Prime Minister's Mansion for a while. ”

His words made Xiao Qiang's heart feel a little stunned, but she also knew that Cen Chi at this time really needed to distract herself without thinking about anything, so she didn't say anything, just asked softly, "Then have you thought about where to go?" ”

Cen Chi shook his head and said casually: "I don't have a clue yet." ”

Little Qiang groaned.

Cen Chi's simple sentence was actually full of his confusion and concerns, and he was more troubled by the latter than the former. At this time, I don't know what reason to use to persuade the historian to let him leave?

He couldn't help frowning when he remembered the oath he had made in his heart more than ten years ago when he entered the Prime Minister's Mansion, which now seemed extremely naïve.

After many years, some changes have taken place in his heart about that vow, and these changes have begun to be put into action. However, what he had in the prime minister's place was still the original form of the oath, but this oath, which was already to cover his true thoughts, became very sensitive and troublesome at this time.

A long time ago, the prime minister knew about his teacher. As a guest of the Shi Mansion, this is not a matter that needs to be completely confidential.

At that time, as the prime minister of the former dynasty, Shi Jing did not make much strong resistance to Wang Chi's Yi Wang Banner and change the name of the country.

In fact, before Wang Chi arrived in Kyoto, Shi Jing had already thought carefully and agreed with the spirit of the new king. He was willing to submit to the new monarch, and indeed brought a lot of convenience to the new emperor's entry into the palace and change the flag. At least during that period, most of the former Zhou officials in Beijing were preserved, and the court bureau was thus able to reduce the formation of cracks as much as possible.

Shi Jing believed that the new emperor could bring new hope to the country, and after the new emperor appointed him as the prime minister of the new dynasty, he had indeed been sparing no effort to assist the new monarch and work hard.