Zimin's worries are not unnecessary, I know this better than her.

I looked down at her, thought for a long time, and said with a smile: "Zimin, I want to go back to Daxing, you can go with me." ”

Zimin suddenly let go of his hand, shook his head and said, "Big brother, I'm still not going." ”

I said, "Didn't you say that you have to follow me wherever I go, why don't you speak first now?" ”

Zi Min said "um" and did not answer.

Zhang Wensu laughed behind him and said: "The young lady was frightened by the poisonous wine last time, and the son can't protect the young lady thoroughly, so the young lady is naturally unwilling to go!" ”

Zi Min reacted more than I did when he heard this, and hurriedly pushed me away and retreated to the side, and I turned my head to see Zhang Wensu and Du Shu standing side by side, standing on the side of the corridor, looking at us with a smile.

Du Kill's eyes fell on Zimin, and I was a little panicked, but I saw her rarely smiling slightly.

This somewhat calmed me down.

I walked behind Zimin, reached out to hold Zimin's shoulders and said, "Don't worry, there will be no more accidents." ”

She turned around sharply, but didn't look at me, just lowered her head and said, "Not for this...... No. Mr. Zhang is used to talking nonsense, and the eldest brother doesn't have to take it seriously. ”

While speaking, Zhang Wensu and Du Shu had already stepped forward, and Zhang Wensu took out a letter from his sleeve and said, "Someone just sent a letter to the house, and it was written to Gongzi." ”

He glanced at Du Kill, and said, "Wen Su has something to do, and I want to talk to Gongzi alone." ”

I gestured to Zimin, and then left with Zhang Wensu.

Zhang Wensu didn't really have a big deal looking for me, but just reminded me that no matter where I went in the future, I had to be careful.

I had known about this for a long time, and although it was strange in my heart, I didn't ask too much, but only took the letter he handed me and looked at it.

The letter was sent from Luoyang, and it was actually written by Mr. Fang, which I did not expect.

It is to the effect that Wang Shichong and Yan Buji and others planned the general trend of the world, Wang Shichong wanted to take the Central Plains, and those people in Jiangdong only wanted to divide the river and rule, and they found the descendants of the royal family of Chen State, so as to support him as the emperor at that time.

It doesn't have much to do with me, and their plans are often vulnerable in turbulent times.

Related to me, only Wang Shichong and Li Shimin want me to die, and the revenge of the Seven Non-Killing Villas can just help them with this.

I smiled and put the letter away, unless it was Qiu Budu who personally made a move, I was not afraid of anyone coming.

When Zhang Wensu and I were transferred out of the hospital again, Zimin and Du Shu were still standing in place.

There was a vague atmosphere, but I don't know why I felt that way.

Zimin stepped forward and said, "Big brother, I'll go with you." ”

I was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhang Wensu, he smiled and nodded, I turned to Du Kill again, and she looked into the distance indifferently.

Du Kill must have said something to Zimin.

Every winter, Daxing City is covered with a thick layer of snow.

Sanniang knew that I was coming back, and the house had been cleaned a long time ago.

Zimin and I returned to the Tang State Mansion, where no one lived for a long time, and even the news of Yashe was much more gloomy than before.

No one set foot in the Ink Hall, so I pushed the door in, but Zimin stood at the door and watched me, and did not follow in.

I turned to look at her, and suddenly remembered that I was disgusted at her entering the Ink Hall at first, and I always felt that her existence was an insult to Ruo Xiu.

But looking around, I couldn't find Ruoxiu's shadow anymore.

I lowered my head and smiled, walked up to Zi Min and took her hand and said, "What's wrong?" ”

She followed me half-pushing, half-on, and was dragged step by step by me to the bookshelf, and I pulled out a book and it was covered with dust.

Somehow, I only felt sadness coming from it, and my heart ached, and I almost couldn't stand firm.

In fact, in the past, although Ruoxiu wiped diligently every day, she rarely came to disturb me when I was studying.

I looked at the table standing tall by the window, it was empty, winter was coming, and there should have been a vase of plum blossoms there.

Zi Min's slightly cool hand pulled me back from the memory, but she walked away and went to the bookshelf to look east and west.

I followed behind her, and when I saw her hand stagnant, I pulled out two books from the corner of the bookshelf, but they were "Treatise on Typhoid Fever" and "The Book of Difficulty".

She stared at the Roman dust scroll for a long time before gently flattening the folded corner and putting it back on the shelf.

This was given to me by Ruoxiu at a certain parting, and for nearly ten years, I have never turned it over.

I hesitated for a moment, then pulled out the books next to me.

Zimin looked at me with a puzzled expression, I only smiled lightly, took the two scrolls from her hand and said: "I have never turned it over after putting it here for a long time, it's a pity, it's better to give it to someone who is destined." ”

Zimin grabbed my arm and trembled slightly, "Don't ......"

I said, "Don't worry. ”

After looking around in the Ink Storage, I found a delicate wooden box, I put a few books away, and said to Zimin: "How about you help me repair a book?" As he spoke, he began to study the ink.

Zimin approached the book case, picked up the pen and asked for some unknown reasons: "Big brother, who is it written to?" What to write? ”

I said, "Write to Xuanba." Xuanba's brother, there is more than one and two, and I don't know ......"

Just thinking of this, seeing that Zimin had written a line on the paper, I looked at it and smiled: "No, rewrite." ”

Zimin was stunned.

I pointed to the line she had just written, "It's not like that." ”

It's not like it in the first place, and when Zimin put pen to paper, he didn't think of imitating my words.

Zimin put down the pen, got up and said, "Big brother, why don't you write it yourself?" ”

I helped her sit down again and said, "I love to see you write." ”

Zimin was stunned for a long time before she picked up the pen again, I read it while she wrote, and it was written in half an hour.

I walked out of the Ink Hall and called Tang Lin and asked him to send this letter to Shuzhong.

After Tang Lin left, I returned to Cunmo Hall and said to Zimin, "Let's go." ”

She didn't ask and knew where we were going.

Snow fills the city, and every time I come back, it's like that.

I walked into the room where I had lived with Ruoxiu in the past, and the thing was, but the person had been gone for a long time.

Zimin and I wiped down everything in the room and removed the dust, I was afraid to see Ruoxiu again, but she didn't show up again.

Zimin pulled me to the room where Zimin used to live, the screen decorated with begonia flowers was still standing, Zimin turned out from behind the screen, took out a cloak and put it on me.

I thought about it and didn't ask, but I knew that she should have been making this cloak for a long time.

She smiled: "It's too cold outside, big brother beware." ”

I was stunned for a moment, and then I realized that she didn't plan to go with me to see my mother and Ruoxiu.

I don't know how to speak, but when Ruoxiu just left, I vowed to come to see her every year, to accompany her to keep the New Year, and never to be disappointed.

But now, I hope that Zimin will be with me, is this considered a disappointment?

I do not know.

I walked out of the room and walked slowly into the distance, and I could even feel Zimin's gaze on me.

(End of chapter)