Li Ruyu was silent.

I only know that Xiaoxiao's mother's surname is Xie, and now I know her real name.

My aunt's real name is pretty beautiful.

Zhen, pottery, also refers to pottery......

After Xie Fang said these things, he was deeply touched, and fell into the memories of the past, and looked at the young man in front of him for a long time, "If I remember correctly, you are still young, and your parents and relatives have died." ”

I heard the woman with a broken mouth say that Li Ruyu's parents, mother-in-law and grandfather were all killed by thunder.

This young man is amazing, after the empress ascended the throne, there were countless demons in the cool world, but like this kind of family of five people, two generations of them have become strangers.

Li Ruyu hesitated and nodded.

Xie Fang reached out and touched the head of the black tiger under his feet, and the black tiger responded with a look of enjoyment.

"Actually, if the young lady returns to the house, life will not be too easy, after all, the Cui family is still the main mother, and the young master is now famous in Kyoto, and he has been appreciated by the national prince and the great sacrificial wine, and then the Qinghe Cui family intends to promote and cultivate, and it is inevitable that the first and second class will be in the first and second class in a few years, and the Cui family's status as the master mother in the house is unshakable, but the master has a sentence and is reasonable, since he is still alive, he should be together, after all, he is father and daughter."

Li Ruyu shook his head, "'A gentleman has a line, he is not ashamed, a gentleman is virtuous, and he lives up to his reputation. 'That Master Shangshu hastenedly ...... Auntie takes her home, can she ensure that she is worthy of responsibility in the future? ”

Xie Fang was stunned for a moment and smiled.

glanced at the "On Junce" beside him, and said a meaningful digression, "Master Li still taught a good student." ”

Li Ruyu's sentence is from "On Junce".

Su Banyue, who was the Qingliu Confucian who was destroyed by the Fusi of Beizhen in Jiangqiuzhou, although he died, his works and academic ideas have been handed down in the cool world, and are deeply loved by readers.

There are also literati who funded the construction of the Su Gong Temple on the original site of the Su Mansion in Jiangqiu Prefecture.

sighed again, "Child, you are still young and do not know the hearts of your parents, there used to be poems, 'The white-headed old mother covers the door and cries, and the sleeves of the shirt are not stopped', people, the older you get, the more you miss your children who travel far away." ”

Li Ruyu pouted, "Now you know?" What did you do back then? ”

Xie Fang smiled bitterly, "Do you know the Qinghe Cui Clan?" ”

Li Ruyu shook his head.

Xie Fang said patiently: "Since Emperor Wen of Dayan opened the imperial examination, and later Daliang Taizu ruled the world with the literati, there were many grass and wild generations of court scholars, and the concubines of the poor family entered the eunuchs, but the Qinghe Cui clan has still produced a full twenty-three Zaifu since Dayan to the present, and its depth is almost comparable to the Langya Wang clan who ruled the world with the royal family back then." ”

After a pause, his face was helpless, "What can the master do?" ”

The lord is also desperate.

On the one hand, there is the hope of the rise of Youxie, and on the other hand, the eldest daughter whose blood is thicker than water...... In the end, the lord chose the big picture.

Li Ruyu sneered, "Although I don't have a literary and ink crown Jinghua, I also know that wealth and wealth are full of blood and food, and it is because the gentleman can't bear it!" ”

There is a strong sense of sarcasm and disdain in the words.

Xie Fang felt a big headache.

Where is a fourteen-year-old boy in front of him, he is clearly a young man with a calm personality who has read poetry and books, and he is terrifyingly mature, even the young master in the house seems to be a little young and calm compared to it.

Sure enough, the children of the poor were in charge early.

Especially orphans.

This kid and Zhao Changyi are really the same kind of people.

sighed secretly in his heart, no wonder Li Fuzi values this young man so much, he is indeed a malleable talent.

I don't know when, the hybrid offspring of the black tiger came to the yard, and the fierce spotted walked to the side of the black tiger, lying beside him obediently, flicking his tail boredly, basking in the sun together.

Xie Fang glanced outside the door and smiled in his heart.

Said to Li Ruyu: "Self-cultivation and housekeeping are flat in the world, the old man is in the world, self-cultivation is determined, there is a lack of strength in the house, there is a mistake, but how can the love of licking the calf be a gentleman, this spot is familiar to you, the old man in the village said that it has a wolf leopard character, full of wildness, but in the eyes of the black tiger, it is just its son." ”

After a pause, the words were so desolate, "The master is not in good health." ”

Li Ruyu was stunned.

Xie Fang continued, "The lord's eyes can't see clearly, he always dreams and palpitations at night, and a few days ago he contracted lung cold, coughing nonstop, before Her Majesty the Empress ascended the throne, the lord had spent half a month in the prison, fell into a stubborn disease, and now he is tortured all day long, although he only knows the destiny of heaven, but he doesn't know how many springs and autumns he can survive." ”

"When people are old, they want to see their children and spend their old age in peace, and their hearts are kind, aren't they?"

"Master, I splash ink after official business, and only write two words, pure Zhen."

"Master, holding a wooden comb at dusk, looking at the west mountains from afar, old tears flowing, only sighing that he never combed his hair, did not see his daughter Huan under his knees, did not smell the cotton in his heart in front of the hall, but said when he saw Ruyan ......"

Li Ruyu didn't know how to refute.

After all, he is only a fourteen-year-old boy, no matter how calm and mature he is, he is very unfamiliar with this kind of family affection.

After being silent for a long time, he sighed softly: "Maybe." ”

Outside the hospital, a woman squatted in the corner of the wall and cried bitterly, her long hair hid her face, and tears rained down.

The hiss cracked the lungs, but there was no sound.

Only uttered a strange and familiar syllable that had not been shouted for a long time: "Daddy......"

Xie Fang stood up, "Besides, you can't bear to be a little in the barren land of Fanmian Village, like a yellow flower in the wind, grow gloomily and then quietly wither, Xiaoxiao can no longer become a second miss, the small world should be the bustling Kyoto, where it thrives, women do not make a name for themselves, but they can write poems and books, and when the dynasty "Yongxulu" is full of female talents, ten years later, Xiaoxiao should be the first!" ”

In the small half moon of Fanmian Village, not only Li Fuzi praised Zhou Xiaoxiao, but Xie Fang also saw it, a little literary talent, if it is a man, it should be amazing and cool!

Especially after Xie Fang learned about the five-word "Chivalrous Journey" written by Xiaoxiao, he was even more shocked.

The little talent is enough to crown Jinghua among his peers.

Even if it is a daughter, it should be the leader!

Li Ruyu opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say anything.

That's true.

Li Ruyu unconsciously followed Xie Fang's gaze to the courtyard gate, Aunt Zhou stood there supporting the courtyard gate, crying into tears, choked up and asked, "Uncle Fang, Dad...... He's really not well...... Is it? ”

The corners of Xie Fang's eyes were moist, and he bowed respectfully, "Miss, go home, my lord misses you." ”

Missed you so much.

Li Ruyu looked at this scene and felt sad.

And then the heartache.

He can be very selfish, and he can even find a way to kill Xie Fang - in fact, he plans to do so today, if he can't let Xie Fang leave in the end, he will go and get his master's sword to kill Xie Fang.

As soon as he died, naturally no one took Aunt Zhou and Xiaoxiao back to Kyoto.

But does Xiaoxiao really want to spend his whole life in this barren mountain and remote land?

And then marry yourself and be a yellow-faced woman?

I can't bear it.

I don't want to!

I'm selfish, but I know how to let go.

I remembered that there was a lyricist in the Dayan Dynasty who was worried about giving new words, and said that if you are well, it will be a sunny day.

Xiaoxiao, your happiness is my sunny day.

PS: The title of this chapter is a bit pretentious and vulgar, and the author himself got goosebumps first - but appropriate, hahahaha!