Hearing that it was Shen Jichuan's adjutant who came in person, Bai Ling's eyes showed a little curiosity, "...... Is he willing to heal again? ”

Bai Yi shook his head, and was about to speak, but Bai Shijun had already taken over the conversation a little angrily, "In the future, he will put the knife on my neck, and I won't go to see him anymore, really." ”

Bai Ling was stunned, there are really few people who can annoy Bai Shijun, who has always believed in taking a step back and opening up the sky. Although he knew that it was a little inappropriate for him to think so, Bai Ling couldn't help but bow his head and laugh.

"So what the hell happened to this General Shen?"

Bai Yi said with a smile on the side, "He called his father over in the name of curing the disease, but in fact, he didn't say much about seeing a doctor at all, just asking what his father has been doing in the past few years, and whether he knew the monk Huishi of Donglin Temple." ”

Bai Ling suddenly responded, she sat opposite Bai Shijun, holding her cheeks with her hands a little naughty, looking at her father's sulking appearance.

“…… How did I know the monk on the mountain? Bai Shijun frowned and said, he took a sip of the hot water poured by Bai Ling, and the hot water entered his throat, and he finally felt better.

Bai Shijun sighed, and muttered in a low voice, "How can anyone tease the doctor like this, whoever likes to see a doctor will go to see him." ”

Bai Ling blinked, "...... Daddy really doesn't know that Master Hui Shi? Have you never heard anyone talk about it? ”

Bai Shijun's brows furrowed even tighter, he raised his eyes to look at Bai Ling, and then turned sideways to look at Bai Yi.

Bai Yi spread his hands helplessly, "I just wanted to tell you this on the way back, but you didn't listen." ”

“…… Who is this man? Bai Shijun's eyes were a little shocked, "You guys...... Do you recognize them all? ”

Bai Ling shook his head, "We also learned not long ago, on the day of the fire in Donglin Temple, this Master Hui Shi passed away in the west room in order to put out the fire. ”

Bai Ling said in a low voice, "As a result, on the second day of the fire, the villagers who spontaneously came to give the funeral to this master occupied the entire Donglin Mountain, and the mountains and fields were full of people who came to pay respects. It's the same as last time when many villagers blocked our alley...... I was thinking that if this master was still alive, maybe I would have something to talk to you about with my father. ”

Listening to Bai Ling talk little by little about what she saw and heard when she went up the mountain that day, Bai Shijun's expression gradually calmed down.

His brow furrowed, loosened, and furrowed, and in the end he could only leave a sigh of embarrassment.

"This General Shen seems to be an old friend of that Master Hui Shi." After Bai Ling finished talking about what happened that day, Bai Yi took over and added, "When he and my father were chatting in the house, I also asked about the situation with the adjutants who came over with us. The two have been friends since they were teenagers, and although they have been together less and more over the years, they have always been a pair of bosom friends in the mountains and rivers. ”

Bai Ling raised his face slightly, and looked at his father across the table—in that case, everything would make more sense.

A stranger who is so similar to his deceased best friend, Shen Jichuan is probably also curious about who Bai Shijun is in such a big dye vat as the Tai Hospital.

"Also, those adjutants are asking why you didn't come today," Bai Yi looked at Bai Ling and said softly, "I guess, it should be your question last night that hit the nail on the head." ”

Bai Ling smiled and said in a low voice, "...... Then let them make a few more trips to the hospital. ”

That night, when the family was having dinner together, Bai Yi and Bai Ling talked in detail about the situation in the general's mansion today.

After the last time Bai Ling mentioned the thin-necked porcelain vase with copper bells wrapped around the garden, Bai Yi has also observed many new details today.

For example, there are many straight dents on the tables and chairs in the study, some of which seem to be flat, and some of which can still feel a little rough sawdust when touching, so they should not have had time to touch up the paint.

It was like a sword mark.

For example, Shin never spends much time in an open area on all sides, and once inside the room, he quickly sits down against the wall - and even in the middle of conversation, his right hand never leaves the sword at his waist.

This made Bai Yi very suspicious that he would take off his armor when he slept at night.

Bai Ling listened very carefully to Bai Yi's description—in a way, these characteristics were typical.

What kind of terrible and bloody past was in the heart of a general who had retired from the front line, Bai Ling suddenly felt that he could already get a glimpse of it.

This night, Bai Ling rested much earlier than yesterday, on the one hand, he was indeed tired today, and on the other hand, Bai Yi alternately took on the rest of the housework today.

But tonight she tossed and turned as she had done the night, and at last she had to get up and light the lamp and sit down at the low table in the small room.

Bai Lingran the pen and slowly silently silently wrote a piece of prose that had recurred in his mind on the paper.

The candlelight flickered, and Bai Ling wrote the first sentence -

"In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, Teng Zijing guarded Baling County. The more the next year, the politics will be harmonious, and the waste will be prosperous......"

Like most people, although she was required to memorize the full text of this "The Story of Yueyang Tower" in middle school, years later she could no longer remember the middle of the article, and wrote some sentences upside down, and some sentences were missing—she knew she had missed it, but she really couldn't remember what she had missed.

I just wrote and changed it slowly and leisurely, and finally wrote the last paragraph.

"What is it to taste the heart of the ancient benevolence, or to do something different? Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself; The height of the temple is worried about the people; Far away from the rivers and lakes, you are worried about it. It is a worry about advancing and a worry about retreating. But when will it be? It must be said that "the worries of the world are worried, and the joy of the world is happy"?

"Yikes! Weisi people, who am I with? ”

After writing it, Bai Ling felt that there was a place in his heart that slowly quieted down.

Unlike the iterations of technological change, even after thousands of years, human beings still seem to maintain a certain synchronization emotionally. It's like she inexplicably returned to an overhead dynasty, and she was overstretched and difficult to adapt to in the details of life, but she was still able to praise Fan Zhongyan, the heart of the ancient benevolent people, without any obstacles.

But the reason why the stars shine is probably because they are far enough away that if they were specific people living around them, they would probably feel very different.

Bai Ling's gaze fell on the sentence at the end, "Weisi people, who am I and return".

Aren't the joys and sorrows of human beings the same?

Maybe yes.

However, the joys and sorrows of mankind may never have changed much.

……

The next morning, Bai Ling woke up early as before, she packed up his medicine box for her father in advance, replaced some of the bandages that had been put in it with new ones, and used alcohol to disinfect all the acupuncture equipment inside.

When Bai Shijun got up, Bai Yi and Bai Ling were already sitting at the dining table waiting for him to wash up and take a seat.

In the past few days, Bai Ling and Bai Yi have kept their homes in order, although Bai Shijun himself can't say what has changed, but he always feels that everywhere looks more pleasing to the eye.

When he picked up the bowl, Bai Shijun couldn't help but sigh again.

Bai Ling raised his eyes and glanced at his father, "What's wrong?" ”

Bai Shijun had a sad face, "I have to go to the palace today to reply to the emperor about Shen Jichuan's condition...... But in the two meetings we met, he was talking nonsense at all......"

"I happened to be thinking about this last night," Bai Ling said softly, "Actually, it's enough for Dad to bite one thing and not let go." ”

Bai Shijun and Bai Yi both stopped their chopsticks, "...... What the? ”

"Just say, 'General Shen is really not sick,' and that's fine." Bai Ling replied earnestly.