When Lu Hanqing handed over the deed to his mother, the mother looked at it again and again, not believing her son, who was originally a nerd who did not divide the grain, in this short period of time, he settled in the capital, and also purchased an industry.

In fact, this small courtyard is really a heaven and an underground compared to the house of Lu Hanqiang's cheap dad in the world when he was an official in Shanxi, at this point, Lu Hanqiang's heart is full of slander, a clean official in his mother's mouth, he must not do it, if he wants to say that the cheap father in his previous life has no gray income, he doesn't believe it if he dies, of course, he doesn't believe it if he can't die.

But the old lady doesn't think so, after the loss of her husband's family, her family has no place to stand, can only be crowded in his village head broken temple, when the snow was heavy, the family will freeze and starve to death, thinking of the miserable at that time, how can it not make people have mixed feelings?

I didn't want to see my mother grieve excessively, so I found an excuse and asked Uncle Zhang to help sort out the belongings.

In fact, there are few belongings at all now, and most of them are temporary, so don't do it. In particular, the things that were borrowed from the gods still had to be returned, and what they really had to take away was just a carriage of things, which of course did not require Lu Hanqiang to do it himself, and the brothers in his own teahouse were taken care of under the command of Uncle Zhang. Therefore, Lu Hanqiang, as the master, seems to have nothing to do.

In this small temple with his hands behind his back, he walked around, and in this walk, there was a kind of reluctant sorrow, which filled his heart.

The temple is still so big, but after more than a month of tidying up by myself and my mother, it is no longer as dilapidated as it was at the beginning.

The place that was full of cobwebs and dust at the beginning has now become spotless, and the broken arm of the idol has been connected, although it is the handiwork of the younger brother, far less skilled than the master who shaped the statue in the first place, but after all, it is no longer lacking.

Originally, he was torn by himself to make the window paper, but at this time, at the request of his mother, he hung up again, clean and gentle, and fell soothingly, half-covering the god, adding a kind of mystery and ethereal.

The incense burner that was "borrowed" by Lu Hanqiang to make a stove has long since recovered his original function, and every day, there are incense sticks purchased by his mother herself, so that this space, which was originally full of rot and mildew, is sacred again.

The wheat straw that was originally used as a bed was also taken away by a few brothers who helped, and at this time, the mother was taking the little sister and younger brother to carefully sprinkle and sweep, so as not to let a piece of wheat straw and a little dust exist.

Looking at the busy figure, Lu Hanqing's thoughts became extremely peaceful, it may be the green smoke in the incense burner, or it can be the smell of the slight dust raised when sprinkling and sweeping, and while pacing gently, a young and immature, always shy little beauty shadow in his mind, slowly became clear from blur.

A string of silver bell-like voices gently remembered in my ears, Brother Qiang's cry was so far away and so real, I couldn't help but make Lu Hanqing look up, look at the temple gate, and look forward to the distant village outside the temple gate, in the village, a huge mansion faintly shrouded in the winter cold.

Yes, this is the memory that exists deeply in the mind of the dead Lu Hanqiang, the girl who has made him unforgettable and pityful. That Lu Hanqiang's soul has gone to Huangquan, but this deep reluctance and concern lingered in this Lu Hanqiang's mind, flowing in his blood, at this time, began to deeply affect him at this time, at this time he can no longer distinguish whether he is that or that is himself. Are you in a dream, or are you outside a dream? I wanted to raise my hand and feel the reality of the things around me, but I didn't have the courage at all, for fear that when I reached out and touched the wall, my palm would sink deeply, letting myself know that I was a transparent person.

blurred the surroundings, ethereal murmur,

However, there is only an unforgettable love, an unforgettable loss, an unforgettable longing ripples between the chest and abdomen, and the fact makes him deeply lost and hopeless, he can't remember the voice that makes him miss people now.

"Ten years ago, when I was young, my voice was still clear, but I don't know what she looks like now." Looking at the huge courtyard in the winter twilight, a kind of melancholy and loss was filled in my heart, and a stream of tears fell involuntarily.

Pick up the pen, on the snow-white temple wall, in the last touch of the sunset, write softly-

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan.

Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable.

Lishan said that it was half of the night, and the night rain and rain did not complain.

How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day.

His hands trembled, but the words that echoed in Lu Hanqiang's mind were entangled in his mind and he couldn't stop.

It wasn't until a long, long time that the slowly permeating darkness made him sigh, and when he turned around, the temple was already empty and no one could be seen anymore, so he slowly walked out of the temple door, and gently closed the door, without locking it, because he was gone, and probably, soon this would be a refuge for the homeless.

At this time, looking from a distance, but on the side of the road, the old lady's body was standing on the side of the road, silently waiting for her return.

Lu Hanqiang left, and the dilapidated temple that once sheltered his family from the wind and rain regained its tranquility again.

He didn't know that early the next morning, in the snow dyed as pink as rouge by the morning glow, a slender figure was staggering, the snow was deep and slippery, the petite and thin figure kept falling, and an old mother who followed him had to keep pulling her. "Miss, Lu Xiucai's family has already left, don't chase after you."

The petite figure didn't stop, didn't answer, just walked towards the small temple regardless of it.

The old mother was also helpless, so she could only sigh and take a few steps to keep up.

Although the young lady is thin, her personality is stubborn, she has been locked up by the old lady for more than a month, and she is watched tightly by the second lady, but she still does not change her original intention, she can't give up that poor sour, such affectionate, how can she not feel distressed when she grew up?

When the second lady proudly put the poor paper of repentance in front of her that day, there was no despair and abandonment as everyone imagined, nor did she cry and complain, just looked at the document quietly, motionless.

And early this morning, the silent and frightening young lady finally spoke, begging herself to let her go quietly and let her go to the ruined temple to see the poor sour in person, although she told her that the poor sour family had moved out yesterday and could not make her change her original intention.

There was no way, I really felt sorry for her, and quietly let her out, hoping that after she saw people go to the empty temple, she would die, so she carried the old lady and the second lady behind her back to accompany her.

Pushing open the temple door, a feeling of emptiness and loss came to the face, making the petite figure stand in a daze for a long time.

Slowly stepped into the temple, looking around, carefully looking for every trace left by the man, feeling the mood of that child, the torment of many days.

Suddenly found an inked word on the wall, and the girl became stupid.

Lu Hanqiang didn't know that one of his plagiarized words slowly took root in a girl's heart, blossomed and bore fruit, although the fruit was very green, but, after all, with the fruit, was it still worried about sprouting?

This small temple has become clean and tidy because of Lu Hanqiang's family, and of course it has been patronized again, but it is no longer the broken god that is patronized by more and more people, but the words on the wall.

After experiencing the vigor of the Song Dynasty, poetry was the barbarism of the Yuan, and then the imperial examination turned to Bagu without examining the poetry strategy, which made the scholars give up poetry, in fact, in the Song Dynasty, poetry also died, which is a kind of sadness in Chinese culture.

However, Lu Hanqiang's lyrics once again let the Ming people who have no lyrics and music see a fresh, long-lost breath, so Lu Hanqiang, unconsciously, has been worshiped by the imperial capital, "If life is only as first seen" has become the first sentence of every literati when they meet.

Of course, this is all later, Lu Hanqiang didn't know that an Yiren had looked at his words in tears after he left, and he didn't know that a few days after he left, he became the object of conversation among scholars.

Standing in his new, own home, he proudly faced the stars, faced the bright moon, and after the pilot howled—he washed and slept.