"Home?"

Yang Jian was a little surprised.

You must know that when you go home in the Tang Dynasty, it is not the beginning of the day, there is no high-speed rail, no plane, not even a private car, from the capital Chang'an to Chudi Anlu, one way at least half a month.

However, after a month of going back and forth, will His Majesty the Emperor still wait to see him?

You must know that the opportunity is a thousand years in a flash, and if you miss it, you will never come again?!

"Well, I'm going back to see Cai Wei, her time is running out, and I'm going to accompany her through the last years of her life."

Li Bai raised his sleeves and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and cheeks.

"yes, okay."

Yang Jian didn't know why, but he replied with a good word.

Just now he was still on board for his future.

He still had no time to wait for this summons from His Majesty the Emperor.

But wouldn't it be even more ridiculous if, as a man, his wife was about to die, and he was chasing after illusory deeds and fame outside?

Even if he is a poet, even if he wants to help the common people, but if a man can't even fulfill his duty of care and love for his wife, how can he talk about caring for the common people in the world?

"You don't blame me, do you?"

Li Bai squatted down and looked at Yang Jian, his eyes full of red silk.

"Well, no, Uncle Taibai, you hurry up and go home as soon as possible, your wife is waiting for you."

Yang Jian tried to squeeze out a smile.

In front of his eyes, a woman was lying alone on a sickbed, looking in a certain direction on the horizon, looking at it, and his man was on the horizon.

How cruel this is for a woman.

"I'm a failed man, don't you say?"

Tears slipped out of the corners of Li Bai's eyes again.

"Don't think so, Uncle Taibai, everyone's life is something that only you can feel, and others have no right to evaluate, but I understand your suffering, know your difficulties, there is helplessness in your choice, and there is love in your departure."

Yang Jian is a young man from later generations, and in his concept, there is no absolute good or bad in this world, especially about love and marriage.

What is absolutely right and wrong?

Li Bai and Xu Caiwei's marriage was originally an unequal contract, his naivety and her ruthlessness did not escape the punishment of the world after all.

If there is a fault, both of them are at fault.

There are also faults in this world.

Just like the woman he liked back then left him, he didn't hate him because of this, everyone has the right to choose their own happiness and life, if his girlfriend followed him, it was conceivable despair and hardship, and she was still so young, so beautiful, her beautiful life like a flower has the right to pursue a life that is more suitable for herself.

He didn't blame her.

Loved, it's enough.

Although he occasionally dreams back in the middle of the night, he also thinks of the woman who left him.

However, thinking about her at this moment, how far away is she from herself?

There are still a thousand hundred years of leaf time.

They are already people of two worlds.

May she be well.

All is well.

"Yes?"

Li Bai's eyes were full of guilt.

Even, there are regrets.

"Of course, Uncle Taibai, there is no way to start life all over again, let him pass what has already passed, at least you once loved deeply, and that's enough."

Yang Jian was already a twenty-five-year-old man at this time.

"Thank you, Yang Jian, sometimes I think you are still a child, like my son, but sometimes I think you are an adult man, like my brother, this feels very strange."

Li Bai looked at the doll in front of him, and there was another layer of confusion in his eyes.

"Uncle Taibai, you better hurry up and pack your bags and hurry up on the road, your children are still waiting for you to go back and hurt them."

Yang Jian remembered that Li Bai was thousands of miles away at this moment, looking at his son who would return home as soon as possible.

"Well, you know what, my son's name is Mingyue Nu."

Li Bai suddenly said his son's name.

"Bright Moon Slave?"

Yang Jian was a little strange, because he didn't have the name of Li Bai's son in his memory, and even his wife's name was not recorded in the history books.

However, it turns out that Li Bai's son is called Mingyue Nu?

But why do your children have such a strange name?

"Well, although I have been wandering outside, I have always been thinking about their mother and son, no matter where I am, as long as I look up at the sky, I can see the bright moon, just like seeing my son, where is the moon, I know that he and his mother are also there, and they are alive and well."

When Li Bai talked about emotion, his voice was also full of affection.

"Well, if I were your son, I would definitely be very moved to miss you."

Tears also flowed from the corners of Yang Jian's eyes.

He had no parents in his previous life, he was just an abandoned baby picked up by an aunt in the welfare home on the doorstep← he never knew what his parents looked like, nor did he feel the love and tenderness of his parents.

In this world, he was still an orphan.

No father and no mother.

Helpless.

He knows that he is the legendary Zhu Gusheng, the active loneliness, the destined lovelessness and ruthlessness.

However, he will definitely live well.

Strive to live.

Live the way you want to live.

"Thank you, meeting you is really one of the happiest things in my life."

Li Bai got up from in front of Yang Jian and went to clean up his salute.

"Uncle Taibai, meeting you is also the happiest thing in my life, you are my male god and my idol!"

Yang Jian looked at Li Bai's busy back, and his voice was extremely emotional.

Crossing into this world and being able to meet the literary male god he has admired since he was a child, that is already his greatest luck.

"Male god? Idol? ”

Li Bai turned around and looked at Yang Jian behind him, with a confused expression.

"Well, that's what I mean by the fact that you're the man I admire the most."

Yang Jian explained with a smile.

Li Bai may not know what kind of glorious reputation he should have in the future life, right?

"Thank you."

Li Bai is also a man with vanity.

"By the way, Uncle Taibai, will you come back to Chang'an in the future?"

Yang Jian finally asked a question of her own.

"I don't know, maybe I'll come back, maybe I'll never come back."

Li Idiot muttered.

As for the future, he is also uncertain.

"Uncle Taibai, if you have a new poem in the future, can you write to me as soon as possible?"

Yang Jian asked suddenly.

"Of course."

Li Baitou didn't look back, and he also felt very moved by this little fan behind him, especially the things he did for himself.

"A word?"

Yang Jian felt uneasy.

"It's hard to chase a horse!"

Li Bai felt that this serious doll was really like a bright moon slave with his own memory.

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