It was almost midnight, and everyone was happy, and everyone had something to gain. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

For Wu Wencai and other disciples, the biggest gain is a poem, a good poem that can be called a divine product.

There is such a poem from a classmate, which is enough to support their face in Kyoto, so that those literati dare not underestimate the hometown of the first prime minister of Wenzong.

Jiang Liao and Cuihua wanted to help Xu Feng go back, but Xu Feng staggered back. Alone, he staggered to the hut.

There were lights and candles burning in the house, Xu Feng pushed the door into the house, the steaming decanting soup on the table, the just right cloud tea, the warm water in the basin, and the neatly folded towels, which were neatly placed on the shelves.

Xu Feng picked up the towel, wiped his face with the warm water, and breathed a sigh of comfort.

Picking up the porcelain bowl, he drank the sobering soup with a clatter, sleepiness hit, and he lay down on the bed contentedly.

......

After sleeping until dawn, Xu Feng heard a voice outside the house.

"Where can I find this?" said Master Song anxiously.

"It's okay, that girl is fine, it's going to be fine, maybe I'll be back in a few days!"

"I don't like what I say, in my opinion, Xiaoying is like a boy. Studying in the school, dealing with the world, even in the mixed market in Zhabei is familiar with it. Whether it's going out for a walk, young people should always go through the wind and rain and see the world. With Xiaoying's skills and character, it is not a long way to always hold back in your library!"

The more Xu Feng listened, the more wrong he became, and he suddenly got up from the bed and ran out without worrying about putting on his shoes.

"Who's gone?!!

It seems that Xu Feng doesn't know about this, Song Fuzi handed over a piece of letterhead, and when Xu Feng took it and looked at it, it said, "Go out for a walk, don't worry, let alone look for it, I'll be back when the time comes!"

Xu Feng looked at the familiar handwriting on the letterhead blankly, countless emotions surged up in an instant, and many pictures flashed in his mind one by one.

When I came to this world, the first face I saw, the bright eyes of a beautiful girl, the sunset and autumn forest that walked side by side with her, the snow that stepped on Zhongzhou together, and the pair of insoles with fine stitches under the Zhongzhou lamp.

The breeze on the cliff side the night before yesterday seemed to have never stopped. The lofty stars, the vast distant mountains, the soft shoulders with the fragrance by their side, and the green plums that fell into the cliff, with the crisp laughter of the girl.

"Master, I will find her. Xu Feng said firmly, but the hand holding the letterhead trembled a little.

Song Fuzi found this letterhead last night, and he kept the letterhead blankly, and he didn't close his eyes all night.

At this moment, he looked much older, arched his hand at Xu Feng, and turned to leave.

Song Fuzi was famous for his articles when he was young, and he was cynical in his middle age and did not blend in with the powerful, and he took root in Hengshui when he was old, devoted himself to writing and lecturing, and never married, Xiaoying was just the righteous daughter he accepted.

Although Xiaoying is not her biological daughter, Master Song looks closer than her biological daughter.

He is proud of Xiaoying's intelligence, and he not only regards Xiaoying as his daughter, but also as a disciple, as a successor to inherit his mantle of knowledge.

Song Gangjian walked to the study alone, and his back looked a little lonely. Recalls the night I met Shadow.

It was a dark night, and it rained heavily in Hengshui. Not long after the "ominous man" was burned to death. Song Fuzi held an umbrella and walked towards the school.

I had just turned the alley, and before I entered the mountain road, I suddenly heard the sound of a baby crying.

A Taoist walked towards him in the rain and mist, and as the Taoist got closer and closer, the baby's cry became louder and louder.

How the Taoist of the Three Puritans held a baby. Master Song was puzzled.

The Taoist in the rain did not hold an umbrella, and the cyan Taoist robe was all wet by the rain, holding the baby in one hand and stretching out his sleeves to cover the rain with the other.

He was familiar with this Taoist, and he met him when he was studying in Kyoto, and he was the Taiyi Taoist who later lived in the netherworld.

"This doll has no father and no mother, I saved her life, but it is inconvenient to raise her, so leave you as a companion. Taiyi Daoren said calmly, but his words were very light, as if he had suffered a serious internal injury.

More than ten years ago, Master Song was just a down-and-out middle-aged scholar, discouraged and disappointed in the world, and he didn't even want to mention marriage.

But he also knows that a Sanqing Taoist like Taiyi is gentle and kind on the surface, and if he really wants to do things, he is more resolute than ordinary people, and kills people more often than eating.

Since he said that it is inconvenient to raise, if he doesn't want it, I'm afraid this little life won't survive.

At the moment of hesitation, the baby in the hand of the Taoist seemed to know that he was facing a life and death decision, and suddenly cried loudly, several times higher than the cry just now, and the loud cry even suppressed the heavy rain that fell.

In Hengshui, Master Song has always been known for his benevolence, righteousness and morality, which is why the town bureau appointed him as the superintendent.

Even the man in black who brought bad luck to Hengshui was the funeral of Master Song's cooking, compared to the pile of black dead ashes, this is a fresh life!

Master Song's heart moved slightly, and he carefully took the baby from the Taoist's hands.

Back in the school, Master Song hurriedly put the baby on the desk, looking for clothes and food for her everywhere.

When I looked back, the baby had crawled out of the swaddling clothes, sitting firmly in the middle of the pile of books, still holding the book in his hand, and smiling at himself.

Our father and daughter are related to books!

Song Gangjian smiled happily, he had never been so happy for more than ten years.

The middle-aged scholar surrounded the baby on the desk, dancing, excitedly bringing her various books, and whispering explanations in his mouth.

Later, he found a note inside the swaddling clothes, and there was only one word on it - shadow.

Song Fuzi couldn't guess what this meant, so he simply named the girl Ying, Song Xiaoying.

......

Aunt Shen went up and grabbed Xu Feng's hand and said, "Ah Feng, you have lost weight!" There were already tears flashing in her eyes.

"Okay, okay, my son is back, he should be happy, what to cry about. Uncle Wang said.

A warmth rose in Xu Feng's heart, and he looked at the simple peasant woman who raised him in front of him, his eyes were sour, and he didn't know what to say.

Two years have passed, and the years don't seem to have left any traces on Aunt Shen's body, and it is still the same.

People who engage in manual labor are probably like this, happily living their own small lives, regardless of the changes outside.

The closest person, I haven't seen you for a long time, whether you are fat or thin, the first time you see it, you will feel distressed and say - you have lost weight.

Because in their eyes, leaving means wandering, and leaving home means enduring hardship, and enduring hardship will of course be thin, and in her heart.

"Ah Feng, this is not thin, it should be said that it is strong. Uncle Wang Liu bit the smoke pot, circled around Xu Feng, and continued: "The Taoist who I served when I was young is also the same figure as Ah Feng now, and he is a character who has ascended to immortality. ”

"Cheng Xian, Cheng Xian, you are a fart immortal! I said that if you are thin, you are thin!" Aunt Shen wiped her tears while blaming Uncle Wang for his words.

Uncle Wang Liu winked at Xu Feng and sighed.

......

Hengshui, who did not have a small shadow, Xu Feng suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Xu Feng knew that she had left a shadow of Xiaoying in her heart, since she was leaving, she had her own reasons, and one day, she would find it.

Looking at the bottom of the school mountain, the white-walled and tiled buildings, and the twists and turns of Hengshui, Xu Feng felt a little sad.

Jiang Liao patted him on the shoulder and said, "The Si people have gone, so there is no need to be sad in vain." Tomorrow we will go north, and before we leave, I will take you to see something magical. ”