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On the outskirts of Luoyang, the private residence of Shangshu Ling Wang Xuanzhi is hidden in a > between a green pine and green bamboo

When he was newly married to the princess, the mansion was built in Yanxianli, the most prosperous city in Luoyang City, very close to the palace, but he rarely went back. Unless there was an urgent need for official business, he would always rush to the outskirts of the city by carriage after dealing with official business in the palace every day.

In the study, a boy who was less than six years old was kneeling on the bamboo mat upright, and when he saw Wang Xuanzhi enter the door, he immediately got up and called out, "Father." The servants quietly withdrew, and closed the door. They knew that no matter how busy Wang Xuanzhi was every day, he would spend at least an hour talking alone with this beloved son. This boy, now Wang Xuanzhi's only son, Wang Shao, used to be the most favored prince Yuan Huai in the Great Wei Palace.

Wang Xuanzhi sat down on the left hand side of the couch opposite Wang Shao, but there was a vacant seat on the right hand side where a person could sit, and there was an old oil-paper umbrella. He is always like this, Wang Shao opened a pair of green eyes like jade, and he didn't understand why this was in his heart, but he didn't ask. Wang Xuanzhi slowly looked at the words he wrote, and casually picked a few subsets of scriptures and histories to question him, Wang Shao answered calmly and unhurriedly, always adding some of his own ideas, and was not rigid and dogmatic.

He closed the scroll, and suddenly remembered a sentence in his heart: It is good to read, and he does not seek to understand it. This child has this kind of free and open-minded temperament. This is very good, he taught Wang Shao to read, but he hoped that he would cultivate himself and understand the truth of dealing with people, and he didn't want him to really read like a nerd.

"Shao'er," Wang Xuanzhi's words changed, and he suddenly asked, "I heard that a scholar next to you, because his family was poor and his mother was sick, stole a few pieces of jade in the house a few days ago to sell, is there such a thing?" ”

"Returning to my father," Wang Shao replied, "it is true that he stole and sold it, not for his own squandering, but out of filial piety, I gave him the money I had saved, and asked him to redeem those things and return them to their original places." ”

Wang Xuanzhi nodded slightly, it is not easy for a six-year-old child to have such a mind and means, and he gave that scholar a small punishment, and he would not let him ruin the future of his life because of a mistake he made.

He was about to nod his head in approval, Wang Shao suddenly pursed his lips and smiled, with a hint of cunning in his eyes, "But, father, I asked him to write an IOU to me, if I have something to do with him in the future, he will definitely not be able to refuse." ”

Wang Xuan was stunned, he didn't expect this child to make such an arrangement. The familiar cunning made his heart stagnate, and after being relieved, he turned out to be heavily sour. In the past, the woman would occasionally show such a naughty and cunning, like a beautiful woman transformed into a fox fairy in the mountains, and occasionally showed a pair of pointed ears. Blood is really a magical thing, even if he didn't grow up by her side, this child's temperament is still like his mother.

"That's good." Wang Xuanzhi nodded slightly. He turned his face to the side of his right, stared at the empty seat, imagined the appearance of that person in his heart, and silently asked Miao'er in his heart, what do you think of the child growing up to be what it is now?

The green smoke emitted from the incense burner, and gradually pieced together a familiar silhouette in his eyes, vaguely the person lowered his head, with a gentle smile on the corners of his eyebrows, and gently opened his lips and said, "I also think it's very good." Even if it's just an imaginary scene, it's enough to make Wang Xuanzhi full of joy, Miao'er said that she also thinks it's very good, with her words, no matter how much effort is worth it.

In the evening, Princess Chen Liu's car also arrived at this private house. The princess seldom came here in person, and the servants did not include her portion of the dinner, and hurriedly went to add vegetables, and put her dishes in Wang Xuanzhi's hand.

Without waiting for Wang Xuanzhi to speak, Princess Chen Liu opened her mouth first, pointed to the seat next to Wang Shao and said, "I'll just sit next to Shao'er." The servants hurriedly helped her change positions, and Yuan Yao glanced at Wang Xuan before sitting down, and saw that he was sitting motionless, without even raising his eyes.

The meal was silent and strange, Wang Xuanzhi and Yuan Yao didn't speak, each staring at the porcelain plate in front of them. Wang Shao saw the embarrassment between them, and seemed to understand the things between adults, so he hurriedly finished eating the corn in front of him, and said that he was going to study first.

As soon as Wang Shao left, the room became quieter, and the sound of the heartbeat could almost be heard. Yuan Yao finally couldn't help but speak first, "I heard...... The elder brother's mausoleum has been closed. ”

Wang Xuanzhi's movements paused, and a piece of asparagus on the tip of the silver chopsticks fell on the table. The closure of Changling means that those two people no longer live there, maybe they have left and walked the mountains and rivers of the Great Wei together, or maybe they have ...... Wang Xuanzhi shook his head slightly, don't ask, there is always a glimmer of hope in his heart. Maybe one day when he comes here, he will see a carriage parked at the side door, and a handsome man will help a slender and thin woman out of the car, and take a look at Wang Shao from a distance.

He stood up, took the oil-paper umbrella that had been set aside, and slowly walked back to his room.

Yuan Yao chased after him unwillingly, standing at the door and looking in. Under the dim light, Wang Xuanzhi was carefully wiping the surface of the umbrella, carefully leveling every crease, and then repairing the wear on the umbrella bone with tung oil. That look was like looking at his beloved lover tenderly.

Infinite grievances suddenly surged into Yuan Yao's heart, since she was a girl, she had dreamed of marrying this man one day and eating at the same table with him. But when she really became Wang Xuan's rightful wife, she found that her previous illusions had been ruthlessly shattered, and instead turned into a long-lasting torture. She knew that Wang Xuanzhi had another person in her heart, and she would never be able to compare to that person, but she didn't understand why Wang Xuanzhi would rather face an oil-paper umbrella all night than say a word to her.

She rushed forward and snatched the oil-paper umbrella from Wang Xuanzhi's hand, perhaps because she was too anxious, she lost her head in her hand, and the bamboo umbrella bone was broken by her from the connection, and countless round red beans fell out of the hollow bamboo tube, crackling and smashing on the ground.

"I'm sorry, I ...... I'm not ......" Yuan Yao's face turned pale with fright, she didn't mean to break this umbrella, she didn't want to make Wang Xuanzhi angry. But when she saw those red beans clearly, the tears she had endured for a long time still fell on the back of her hand. Each red bean has been rubbed many times, with an oily light, and the surface of the red bean is carved with a knife tip - "wonderful".

The reality is far more cruel than she imagined, Yuan Yao finally understood, she is only an outsider here, in Wang Xuanzhi's heart, there is another hostess in this private house, that person never appears, but he will always be in the deepest part of Wang Xuan's heart. He took this umbrella with him, and ate with it, admired the moon together, and drank with it...... He was also comforting himself, pretending that the person had always been by his side and had never left, just like in those days in the East Fence.

Yuan Yao turned around and stumbled out, holding on to the vermilion lacquer pillar on the cloister, and glanced back at Wang Xuanzhi's bedroom. The people in the room are bending down, picking up the scattered red beans one by one and resealing them back into the bamboo umbrella bones. Even if she is unwilling, she has to admit that her life is destined to live like this. This was originally what she agreed to herself, and she was only willing to marry him, even if it was a marriage in name only.

The moon shadow moved quietly, and the time had completely passed, and Wang Xuanzhi finally repaired the umbrella. He held the umbrella to his chest and patted it, a slight sad smile on the corner of his mouth, and whispered, "Okay, it doesn't hurt anymore." ”

The woman on the umbrella had only one back, and she turned her head slightly, revealing half of her blurred side face, and she couldn't see her facial features clearly. The umbrella was already very old, especially the corners of the figure's clothes, which had been polished a little. Wang Xuanzhi gently stroked the figure with his slender and clean fingers, staring fixedly at the dancing candle flame. He has always concealed these thoughts very well, and whenever a person faces this umbrella, he will let the thoughts pour out from his stomach.

He had deliberately erased the traces of that person, leaving only this oil-paper umbrella with his back painted. But here and now, he suddenly panicked inexplicably, and even the hand holding the umbrella was trembling slightly. He was scared...... I'm afraid that one day I'll really forget what that person looks like.

He still remembers the only time he almost lost control was when he came back from outside and saw the man sleeping on a bamboo couch, curled up in a small ball, his hands on his bulging belly, hunched over to protect his unborn child.

She also frowned slightly in her sleep, not even knowing that the quilt had slipped to the ground. At that time, Wang Xuan's heart softened, and he stepped forward to help her cover the quilt, and when he leaned down, he just saw her cheeks with a thin layer of sweat and her lips pursed, ruddy and weak pale. As if a little hand had tlucked at his heartstrings, he bowed his head and pressed close to her lips to give her a kiss.

His movements, only an inch away from her, were close enough to smell the scent of her breath, but he forced himself to stop. He asked himself, "Have you promised to admire her as you would have admired a flower blooming or a snowfall, and whether she could reciprocate it with the same affection, would you regret it now?"

At this moment of hesitation, the person on the couch had already woken up and muttered "big brother" with tiredness. The cool night breeze blew away the curling smoke, and he was relieved of the fire and water in his heart, his promise would never change, as long as she was relieved and well, his heart would be pure and happy.

Wang Xuanzhi got up and blew out the candle, walked to the couch with the oil-paper umbrella, and lay down with his clothes closed. The wide sleeves hung down from the sides of the couch to the ground, and the bright moon and clear light poured in through the window, staining his black hair with a layer of white frost.

"Miao'er," he muttered, closing his eyes and holding the oil-paper umbrella tightly to his chest, "if you are free tonight, can you ...... Come and talk to me, or...... Turn your head and let me look at you? I...... Miss you so much......"

There seemed to be a beam of light suddenly in the darkness, and the back on the oil-paper umbrella seemed to appear vividly in front of his closed eyes, and the girl in the goose yellow dress slowly turned her head and smiled at him.

His lips curled contentedly, but a tear slipped into his hair out of the corner of his eye.

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