"How did his eyes recover?"

After crying bitterly, I felt as if my whole body had been hollowed out, I couldn't lift any strength in my body, my breathing was dull and painful, and my heart was discouraged.

After he adapted to life without light and could move freely, he left Yijian Pavilion and began to lick life again. He would occasionally come back once or twice a year, and he would ask someone to send money back from time to time. Six years later, Master Huiyuan finally cured his eye after many treatments. ”

It turned out that Master Huiyuan had both saved his life and healed his eyes. With this kindness, it is no wonder that he can spare his life for Master Huiyuan, regardless of everything.

I carried the wooden box back to my original bamboo house.

Since it was uninhabited all year round, the house was covered with a thick layer of dust. I came to Zi Wei's room, put the wooden box on the bookcase, and then put the box, and then stained a sleeve of ash, I hurriedly patted my sleeves, looked down, but inadvertently saw that a piece of dust on the sleeve of the bookcase, revealing a few letterings.

I looked down and took a closer look, it was the two words "Qingqiang" carved by the knife, the words were not very good-looking, the size was different, and the font was slanted. My heart was hot, and I reached out to brush the dust around the handwriting, and I found more and more words. I vigorously wiped away all the dust, and found that the whole bookcase was full of the word "Qingqiang", densely packed.

These words were all engraved by Zi Wei, and he engraved them to me. Every word seems to be engraved on my heart. I stroked the handwriting, tears dripping silently.

How many times did he engrave my name when he was alone, when no one was around, when I didn't know?

The heart is gray, and the lovesickness is a disaster.

I didn't know that there was so much pain and hardship hidden under his smiling face. In the long days without light, such sad and sad days, how did he survive alone?

He is always silent like this, swallowing all the pain alone, not letting people know, and then laughing to comfort others, it is simply stupid.

I propped my hands on the bookcase, my heart hurt as if it had cracked, and tears rained down.

I cleaned the house and started living in a bamboo house.

Here are the best memories of me and Ziwei, and I want to stay and keep our common memories.

The moon sets and the stars sink, and the sun sets at dusk. I leaned against the door of the bamboo hut and sat dumbfounded, immersed in the longing for my son, and often sat all day.

I sat there, and when I looked at it casually, I seemed to be able to see Zi Wei standing there smiling at me, wearing a green shirt, as clear as the bamboo moon. He smiled, and my soul was lost.

Zi Wei's figure is everywhere, he not only appears in the house during the day, but also runs into my dreams. I dreamed of my son every night, and in the dream, he came back to me, and I was full of joy. But as soon as I woke up, everything came to naught, and it was all empty, and I was sad in vain.

After spending my days in such a trance, I finally fell ill.

During my illness, the curator sighed beside me: "Qingqiang, the reason why Zi Wei hides his affairs and doesn't tell you is that he is afraid that you will have a burden, he doesn't want you to be sad, he wants you to live happily." But now that you are like this, can he be at ease underground? He has suffered for you for so many years, do you still want him to worry about you and suffer for you even when he dies in the ground? ”

I sobbed silently.

Zi Wei likes to see me happy, I can't cry, I want to laugh, I can't cry.

I hurriedly wiped away my tears, I can't go on like this, I want to cheer up, just like Zi Wei expected, think about making myself happy, toss no one can toss myself, and live well.

A serious illness suddenly brightened my mind.

I took out the sword I had in the room, flicked it over its scabbard, and then tightened my grip on the blade and made a decision.

I'm going to keep the Yijian Pavilion.

Yijian Pavilion is the hard work of Zi Wei's life, no matter how difficult the moment, he has never given up on those children. I can't let Yijian Pavilion fall with Zi Wei's departure, Zi Wei did a lot for me during his lifetime, but I didn't do anything for him. This time, it's my turn to do something for him.

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Winter goes to spring, and the years are dark.

Like Zi Wei, I became a swordsman and began to follow my employers to protect their safety. When I take on a task, not all of them go well, there are successes and failures. If you succeed, you will get a lot of remuneration, and if you fail, half of the deposit will be refunded. Under my hard work, there are always times when I succeed. There is a lot of money to be made from the sale of murder, but I rarely take the sale of murder, unless it is a corrupt official, I will not take action.

I spent all the money I earned on Yijian Hall, and every time I came back from the end of the sale, I would look at the innocent faces of the children through the window of the school, and my heart would be so soft. At this time, I was suddenly able to understand the reason why Zi Wei was able to persist for a long time.

On this day, I went to the teahouse to drink tea, and listened to the people in the teahouse talking, "Your Majesty has captured the Yecheng of Qi, and even the emperor of Qi has surrendered." I heard that His Majesty has collected troops and returned to Chang'an, and today is coming. ”

"The emperor of Qi is a wreck, he has lost the country, and he doesn't even have the courage to die!"

The state of Qi has been breached? Listening to people talking about the tragic situation of the Emperor of Qi, I can't help but think: Emperor Gao Wei of Qi killed Changgong back then, and now he has ended up like this, is it retribution?

"Your Majesty has returned!"

"Your Majesty has returned!"

There was a cheer downstairs, and I put down my teacup and followed the people in the building to the fence and looked down.

The streets were crowded with people, and with the cheers of the people, a large and well-organized army came in a mighty way, and the ranks were like a long river. One of them, surrounded by troops, rode slowly on horseback. Take a closer look, this person is wearing a black robe, heroic and high-spirited, it is Yu Wenyong.

It's really him, he's back.

I haven't seen him for more than a year, and he has darkened a lot, but he is more energetic. Also, he broke through the Qi State, and he was one step closer to the great cause of dominating the world.

"Oops!"

I heard the woman's exclamation in my ears, and when I looked sideways, it turned out that a girl next to me had accidentally dropped the veil and went down. The pale yellow veil was swirling and falling in the air, impartial, and was gently picked up by Yu Wenyong in his palm.

Yu Wenyong looked up, I took a step back, away from the crowd of onlookers, returned to my seat, beckoned the guys from the teahouse to come over to settle the bill, and then, with the sword I carried, I left the teahouse.

The spring light is blooming, and a large area of golden light flies down and falls in a piece of emerald color. The bamboo in spring is vigorous and fresh, green and green, and the thin leaves are shaped like green boats. Under the golden light, the green leaves turned emerald gold, and a gust of wind swept into the blue sea and golden waves. I walked in the bamboo forest, looking at such a pleasant spring color of bamboo, I couldn't help but think of the good times when I practiced swords with Zi Wei in the past.

At that time, he was here, instructing me in every move.

I thought about it, so I drew my sword, obeyed the memory in my heart, and swung my long sword in a patch of emerald color.

The bamboo language rustles, and the sword walks like electricity.

At the end of a sword, a compliment came from his ears, "Your swordsmanship is getting better and better." ”

I turned my head to collect the sword, and saw a person standing in the middle of the green bamboo, with a face like jade, eyes as bright as stars, and high spirits, obviously Yu Wenyong, who returned to China two days ago.

Naturally, there were two retinues around him, one was Yuwen Shenju, and the other was Qinglan. Yu Wenyong walked up, and the other two stood still.

When I saw him, I didn't know what to say for a while, so I said, "Why are you here?" ”

Yuwen Yong smiled lightly: "I heard Qinglan say, you want to see me." ”

"When I came back, I seemed to see you in the teahouse." He looked at me in a soft voice, using not 'me' but 'me', and asked, "Why didn't you come to me?" ”

Remembering that I didn't live with him in the past, my voice unconsciously softened, "I originally wanted to go to you, but you just came back, and there will definitely be a lot of government affairs to deal with." I didn't want to bother you, so I wanted to wait a few days and I'll look for you when you're free. ”

Yu Wenyong smiled with relief, "I see, I also said that you don't want to see me." ”

I was embarrassed to let him stand all the time, so I said, "You must be tired all the way, go to my place to rest first, and I will invite you to tea." ”

I invited them to the bamboo house.

"Drink tea."

A light of tea soaked in bamboo leaves is placed in front of Yu Wenyong, the tea is clear jasper color, bamboo leaves precipitate, and a fragrance comes with the dense water vapor.

I watched Yu Wenyong drink bamboo leaf tea, crossed his hands under his skirt, and said sincerely: "The past is that I am not good, I misunderstood you and stabbed you, I am sorry for you." Also, I deliberately used you to win Chen Ji's trust and said a lot of hurtful things, which really shouldn't be, and I apologize to you. ”

"In the past, I owe you a lot, even if it cancels each other out." Yu Wenyong's face softened, and he said with relief: "Let's not mention these things again." ”

His eyes were peaceful and calm, and he really looked at the past and looked down on it.

"I heard that you are now a swordsman, it is not easy for a woman to mix in the rivers and lakes." Yu Wenyong said with emotion.

In my heart, I had the courage to forge ahead, "Life in the world, everyone has its own suffering, and no one's life is easy." But individuals have their own way of living, some people choose to sink, and some people choose to rise. I won't use suffering as an excuse to live a depressed life, I want to fight, I want to fight, life is not easy, and I can live a good life. ”

"You are still like that, and you will never give in to what you are determined to do." Yu Wenyong smiled, and then asked, "But are you working so hard to earn money to keep the Yijian Pavilion because of ...... Mo Zi worried? ”

"At first, it was because of him, but now, it's more because of myself." I replied firmerly, "Because I want to." ”

At first, I just wanted to keep the Yijian Pavilion for Zi Worry, but gradually, I had more thoughts and deeper understandings. The original purpose has changed imperceptibly.

Exegesis:

(1) The title comes from Chu Guangxi's "Mr. Liu's Idle Residence" in the Tang Dynasty "Return to Chang'an"