"Stand down"

It was drizzling outside the door, and Zhu Xiaoyu's majestic gaze made the young doorman who sent the old man in in an instant cold sweat, which was even denser than the disturbing rain at this time

Hurriedly retreated, until he returned to the post of the mansion, the fear in the young guard's heart dissipated slightly, thinking about the merciful old man, he couldn't help but feel a burst of regret in his heart, thinking that he had committed some kind of madness, but he only glanced at the old man, and then took the old man into the mansion in a daze, and sent him directly to the most important and secret study of the city lord

No wonder the city lord would speak in such a cold tone, how could such a heavy place as the study be accessible to ordinary people at will?

The young doorman suddenly remembered a certain clean boy who could enter the city lord's study at will, and suddenly remembered which boy he hadn't seen in the past few days, could it be that the city lord had changed his taste?

But that's just the young man, what's the matter with this old man today?

No matter how heavy the taste is, it can't be so heavy

............

Zhu Xiaoyu, who was full of fat, lowered his eyebrows at this time, and even deliberately raised his breath in order to make the fat on his stomach look less full

It's very humble, and there is some flattery in the humility

The old man in a linen robe walked on foot, as if he was in his own idle garden, and while walking, he also looked at the calligraphy and painting furnishings in the study with great interest

The old man fixed his gaze on the portrait in the center of the study

"At that time, the courtyard almost turned the whole of Kyoto over because of this portrait, and even the holy imperial study was not spared, who would have thought that you would be brought to this study in the end"

The old man pointed to the portrait and continued to quip

"But even though it's the same study, you're going to be shabby here."

Zhu Xiaoyu, who was pleasing to the eye because of his low eyebrows, did not have the slightest momentum of the lord of a city at this time, he was as docile as a cat, shaking his fat head to please him

"Then this time I'll go back, you have to get me a brighter study, it turns out that the study in the courtyard is too narrow, and it is a little laborious to walk."

Zhu Xiaoyu seemed to remember something, and hurriedly ran over to hold the portrait and said pitifully

"By the way, can you take this painting away, I took a lot of effort to steal it from the courtyard......"

"Oh... No, it's taken out."

"You, you, you still have the same inch as you did back then" The old man smiled gently, there was no reproach in his eyes, like an elder looking at his favorite young grandson, as kind as he looked at his favorite young grandson, and looked very doting

When he said this, there was a wave gently rising in the lake in the depths of the old man's eyes, which was extremely beautiful under the blue sky and white clouds

Zhu Xiaoyu saw the wave in the depths of the old man's eyes, and the joy on his face suddenly converged, and there was an inexplicable sense of grief revealed in every fat place

He knew very well that the old man was old, really old, if the lake in the old man's deep eyes had been quiet, Zhu Xiaoyu would not be worried, because that meant that the old man's mood was peaceful and uneventful

But now there are waves just by laughing casually, which can only show that the old man knows that his big time is coming, and he no longer deliberately suppresses his heart

That lake, in some ways, is the vast heart of the old man

Zhu Xiaoyu couldn't help but think about the meaning behind those changes, but she always had to think about it

"When I painted this portrait, I told the people in the portrait that time never bypasses anyone, not even me."

The old man stared at the middle-aged man in the portrait who was vaguely outlined, but could still see the endless romance, and said calmly to Zhu Xiaoyu kindly

"You're not going to die?"

Zhu Xiaoyu hurriedly interrupted the old man's words, as if to confirm this matter, raised his voice and shouted again

"How could you die when you're old!"

The old man smiled lightly, and did not say much, and there was another beautiful but sad wave in his deep eye sockets

"I haven't seen him for more than ten years, and I don't know how he's doing now?"

The old man seemed to be a little tired, a little tired and sat in the only circle chair in the study, the circle chair was made according to Zhu Xiaoyu's generous physique, very large, during the old man sitting, the already rickety figure was reflected more like the twilight grass and trees

"Him?"

Zhu Xiaoyu was slightly stunned, and then understood who he was worthy of in the old man's mouth, subconsciously looked at the merry middle-aged man in the portrait at the moment, and said again with some strangeness in his eyes

"Although it's not as carefree as back then, it's quite nourishing, mainly because the young man named Xu Zi'an takes care of it very carefully."

"That child," the old man asked, looking out the window at the drizzle, "how is it now?"

"It's okay now, it's just ......" After hesitating for a moment, Zhu Xiaoyu said again

"Shen Li seems to have really taken something back from the abyss, and that thing is on this kid now"

He understood that the old man was talking about Zhang Yiran, and he had sent a secret letter to the old man, and the secret letter said that he was in Bocheng that night, but the matter of the Stygian Stone was too important, and he could only tell the old man

The old man was not so surprised by this matter, he reached out and patted Zhu Xiaoyu's shoulder, which was trembling due to uneasiness, and said wisely

"In this world, for all incomprehensible things, we only need to maintain the most basic curiosity, as for the fear and awe generated by curiosity and ignorance, in fact, we don't need to pay too much attention to it, whether it is the Stygian Stone, the Heavenly Stone, or whether the rumors of the four prohibitions are real, when the truth is unraveled, it will naturally come out, not to mention, the Hades King is not an invincible existence."

Zhu Xiaoyu raised his head in a panic, he was extremely shocked by this matter, and opened his mouth to continue asking, but the old man waved his hand and said that he did not want to continue to talk about this topic, and Zhu Xiaoyu had to suppress all the doubts in his heart when he saw this

"When I sent you here, don't you resent me?"

The old man broke the silence and said to Zhu Xiaoyu with a smile

"How come? You see how much weight I have gained since I came here, Kyoto is too stuffy, it is so comfortable, there is no attention from the person on the dragon chair, you don't know, how comfortable I am here"

Zhu Xiaoyu smiled very sincerely, but the old man easily saw many other emotions in the other party's eyes, and said slowly

"Although you had to take the initiative to leave back then, saying that Kyoto was too boring, it was better to come out and relax, but with your intelligence, you should also know that this is not another trade-off between the courtyard and the court?"

Speaking of this, the old man suddenly sighed faintly

"Qingye Division, the past few years have not been peaceful"

Hearing this, Zhu Xiaoyu became silent, not knowing what he was thinking

The atmosphere was cold for a while, the rain outside the window was still dripping, the moisture was transmitted to the study through the cracks in the doors and windows, and there was some moisture on the table

Qingye Division has never been a peaceful place, where he comes from, he is naturally familiar with the situation in the division, but compared to the past, what the old man said now is not peaceful, obviously has a deeper meaning

Although he had resentment in his mouth, how could he really not have a trace of tie in his heart, but in the situation at that time, if he didn't leave, he would only bring more trouble to the Qingye Division

But it's just that he left, after all, he is still young, and there is still a long time to go back slowly, but as an old man, it is undoubtedly unusual to come here now

The dark night of the dynasty is, in a sense, the Qingye Division's, but the Qingye Division's is not the old man's

For some reasons, the real Lord of the Clear Night Division has rarely appeared in recent years, and the final decisions and operations of many events in the Clear Night Division are presided over by a few Big Night Divisions

Among the several big night divisions, the old man is the first of them

It is no exaggeration to say that the entire dark night of the Great Departure Dynasty is the old man's

The old man's name is Moshou, a conformist Moshou

Shen Li's existence is indeed very important to the Dali Dynasty, but no matter how important it is, it is not enough for the old man to come here in person, and now the old man is not only here, but also comes with a wave that he does not want to continue to suppress

The waves represent the mood of the old man, and also represent the mood of the old man

Only those who know that the deadline is approaching will really let go of all emotions and moods

All this says one thing

The old man came here, it was someone's will

There is only one person in the entire Dali who can let the old man come here, and that person is named Emperor Wu

Emperors of contemporary dynasties

Zhu Xiaoyu didn't want to think deeper, because he was afraid that what he was worried about might become a reality

"Anyone can die, and how can I be an exception?"

The old man calmly explained again, not as if he was talking about his last words before he died, but as if he was talking about the plain but eternal truth of the avenue without a trace

"But if you really leave, who will watch the shameful leaves in the courtyard in the future?"

Zhu Xiaoyu finally couldn't help crying in a low voice, and crawled in front of the old man's knees blankly

"You ...... All good boys"

The old man didn't say you, but used you, Zhu Xiaoyu was slightly stunned, and then understood the meaning of the old man's words

"I'm old, really old, the dark night of the dynasty needs to be supported by you young people after all"

After the old man finished speaking, he adjusted his sitting posture, and seemed to feel that the wide circle chair was not very comfortable to sit on

He misses the withered rattan recliner a little

I don't know if the chaise longue is as old as him after all these years

After Zhu Xiaoyu left, the old man looked at the raindrop for a long time, and his thin body looked more and more vicissitudes in the wide circle chair

After a long time, he stood up with his hands shaking on the wooden chair, and his body was stiff

He walked to the bookshelf, casually pulled out the * volume from the black and heavy bookshelf horizontal board, and returned to the desk by the window, the book was turned up at will, and the old man looked at the ink characters in the book, his eyes were a little dull

A drop of rain from the window fell on the snow-white page, and one of the ink characters on the page was soaked by the rain and somewhat deformed

That's a late word, late twilight

Hopefully it's not too late

The old man took out a yellowed leaf from his bosom, and his withered lips moved slightly, muttering to himself

............

"Obviously do what you say, why is it so sour?"

In the old courtyard, an old man and a young man are holding two large porcelain bowls under the eaves and looking at each other, and the drizzle outside the eaves is dripping, and the few wilted peach blossoms are inexplicably more delicate and gorgeous

"What I asked you to put is a spoonful of vinegar, which is worth a spoon of soup, who knows if you actually use the big spoon for stir-frying, can it be sour?"

Xu Zi'an glanced at the chicken in the big porcelain bowl, thinking about the sour taste just now, hesitated but still didn't get down the chopsticks, shook his head in annoyance, and had to hold the bowl with both hands and look at the rain in front of him

"Lao Tzu originally made sour chicken soup," Shen Li raised his head and poured a big sip after speaking, grinning loudly with sourness

"What kind of soup spoon is a spoon, and I don't know who the invented such a weird thing as cooking"

The drizzle outside the eaves is still dripping, and from time to time the breeze falls through the eaves into the two large white porcelain bowls, and the acid rain and the already sour chicken soup are perfectly blended together, but it is impossible to tell whether the rain is sour or the chicken soup is more sour

"What should I do?" Xu Zi'an put the big porcelain bowl aside, squatted under the eaves and looked at Shen Li beside him

"How do I know?" Shen Li was already squatting, but he didn't need to bother, and turned his head directly to look at the young man

There was relative silence for a while......

"I can't drink this chicken soup anymore, or I'll get you something else," Xu Zi'an said, getting up and walking towards the stove habitually

"Don't move here, I'll go see what else can be done at home?" Shen Li waved his hand diligently to signal the young man to stay under the eaves and not move, and walked towards the stove with a step

Xu Zi'an was stunned when he heard this, and the right foot that he had just raised was retracted, and he looked at Shen Li's slightly desolate figure in the rain with some surprise, and felt that there were some things that really needed to be asked

"Shen Li, you tell me the truth, is there something going to happen?"

"What can happen, Lao Tzu sees that you are injured, take care of you" Shen Li did not look back, habitually touched the stubble on the side of his mouth, shrugged his shoulders in the rain and replied

Seeing that Shen Li still refused to tell the truth, Xu Zi'an took a step forward slightly, stared at Shen Li's back and continued

"Okay, let's ask more directly."

"Shen Li, what kind of person are you!"