The autumn wind blows Weishui, and the fallen leaves are full of Chang'an.

Chang'an is the capital of the Tang Dynasty, which has changed its name three times, and has stood in the wind and rain for thousands of years, and is one of the most prosperous cities in the entire vast plane.

The jade street is wide and long, not paved with jade, but with asphalt, and sprinkler trucks jingle past it in the morning and evening, leaving a slightly wet street.

And now on the jade street, there is no sprinkling, but there is a blood stain that stretches forward faintly. A woman covered in blood walked forward with a little boy in her hand.

The jade street was deserted, there were no pedestrians on the street, and occasionally the door of a house opened, and a head poked out and hurried back and forth.

It was not a merchant or a commoner, but a princely house.

The woman came to the courtyard of a tall mansion, and slammed the knocker hard, and the sound of knocking rang out. The woman seemed to have exhausted her last strength, and leaned limply against the vermilion gate.

Squeak!

The scarlet door slowly opened, and before a head could be stretched out, the woman had fallen, half planted in the door, and half left outside.

The little boy was still holding the woman's hand, and he also stumbled on the threshold, his mouth was very clear, and he shouted very calmly: "Aunt Hong, don't die." If you die again, I will have no relatives. ”

The door was opened by an old servant, with white hair, and although the clothes on his body were not expensive, they were very dry. He coughed a few times and carefully turned the woman who fell to the ground, without the slightest expression on his face, as if he was doing a very everyday thing.

The woman's face was full of blood, she couldn't see the beauty and ugliness, her lips were black, her eyes were blank, and she was already out of breath but not in breath. She puffed her lips a few times: "Young Master...... I...... Finish...... ......" With the last of her strength, she put the little boy's hand into the old man's hand.

The woman's eyes were closed, with a relaxed expression on her face, which was all the condensation of her life.

The little boy did not cry, did not shout, and gently wiped the woman's bloodstained face with his sleeve. The blood stain was wiped off by the boy's sleeve little by little, revealing the woman's handsome face.

The old man sighed, and looked at the little boy carefully, his old and thin face, which was so thin that only skin remained, finally had a trace of expression, regret, pain.

Chang'an City in September is full of autumn colors.

The sun, which is no longer hot, is sprinkled all over the city, and the golden mandarin duck tiles are shining. Light yellow, dark yellow, light red, withered red leaves, fluttering in the wind. Falling on the street, falling among the tiles, falling on the shoulders of pedestrians.

A carriage made of golden silk nanmu drove at a high speed on the jade street under the gallop of four chasing horses. The wheels are rolling, rolling up the fallen leaves, swirling and melodious.

An old man was dressed in a python robe, wearing a golden crown, and his long gray hair was sprinkled on his chest, his eyes were slightly closed, and his breath was deep.

The carriage drove into the mansion of the Qin State, which was the big mansion that the woman and the little boy knocked on a few days ago.

It has been three days since the boy entered the Qin State Mansion, and the dead woman has been buried, just under the rockery in the backyard, there is no monument, only a pile of soil, and a stone pier is planted in front of the soil. The little boy insisted on cutting down a tree, cutting it into a wooden plank, and erecting it behind the stone pier, which was considered a tombstone, but there were no words on the tablet, only the boy's thoughts.

He was sitting at the foot of the rockery, facing the small mound of dirt, staring at the plank he had sharpened without blinking. A palm-shaped red maple leaf fell and landed on the boy's front eye.

The boy's eyes suddenly became sharp, and with a flick of his small finger, he shot a little spark, hitting the still falling leaves. Immediately, the leaves burst into flames and turned into ashes and fell in front of the stone pier.

The boy's eyes lit up, and he remembered that in the past, when his parents were still alive, when they wanted to commemorate the dead, they would buy a pile of paper money to burn. There is no paper money here, but there are fallen leaves.

The maple trees, apricot trees, locust trees, and maple trees around the rockery, the leaves fall one after another, which is as beautiful as a painting, but the picture is a little bleak. Because there is a pile of lonely graves and a lonely boy in the picture. He burned the fallen leaves as paper money.

The old man in the carriage appeared not far from the side of the rockery, and the old man who opened the door bowed his waist and waited carefully behind him. The old man in the python robe and the golden crown stood still and did not say a word, but watched the boy burn the fallen leaves. The fallen leaves burned in the air, becoming fireworks one after another, and when they burned to ashes, they landed accurately in front of the lonely grave.

The old man in the python robe muttered softly: "This year's Chang'an, there are so many fallen leaves." ”

The old man who opened the door took half a step forward and said in a low voice: "The little master hasn't said a word since he entered the mansion. ”

The old man in the python robe twisted his brows, did not say a word, took a step, took three steps, retracted his feet, lightened the original dragon and tiger steps, put away the murderous aura on his body, and a kind smile appeared on his face.

"You're Zhao'er, right? I'm grandpa. The old man in the python robe walked up to the little boy and squatted down with his arms outstretched. He had been squatting for so many years that he had forgotten how many years he hadn't squatted, so he squatted very uncomfortably, very reluctantly, and even the smile on his face was a little frozen, like a rut that had been frozen.

The little boy raised his head, his eyes clear, as deep as the autumn night sky.

The old man in the python robe ignored the boy's indifference and unfamiliarity, and his strong arms held the boy in his arms, and there was a trace of emotion on his hard face. Those sharp, murderous eyes contained a crystal tear. Tears swirled in his eyes, but they never fell, but were forced to go back.

The little boy was very uncomfortable, and his hands beat on the old man's chest, struggling to escape.

"Hahaha, sure enough, it's my Xuanyuan family's species, these hands are powerful. At such a young age, it can make the old man feel a little pain. Yes, it's a good seedling. ...... Alas!"

The old man in the python robe seemed to remember something, and with a look of regret and grief, he hugged the little boy tighter.

In the spacious, bright and palatial lobby, a huge table was set up and piled high with food. There is a whole iron-clawed harrier that has been roasted over the fire, and there are four or five beautiful feathers behind the harrier's buttocks, as proof that this is a real iron-clawed harrier. There are also braised raptor meat, vinegar slippery lion's tail, braised wart pork ribs, steamed snapping turtle, tiger bone dragon marrow soup......

There were two people sitting at the huge table, one old and one young.

The old man has taken off the golden crown of the python robe and is wearing a crimson double-breasted robe, which is beautifully embroidered, showing the old man's strong and majestic bearing. The old man held a pair of golden chopsticks in his hand, eating in pieces very gently, eating in an orderly manner, his lips were closed, and he chewed slowly, without much sound.

There was a pair of silver chopsticks in front of the little boy, as well as a silver knife and a silver fork, but the little boy discarded them. Two fat little hands kept scratching at the food on the table. Out of reach, he stood up, stood on the table without any scruples, tore off the leg of an iron-clawed harrier, put it in his mouth and tore it hard, and the delicious oil juice flowed down the corner of his mouth.

One old and one young, very focused, very serious to eat with relish. The old man didn't care about the little boy's rudeness, and every time the little boy ate a piece of meat, his brow would open an inch.

There were many servants around, standing or walking, constantly changing the food on the table, cleaning up the mess under the table.

The old man who opened the door walked in cautiously. The little boy already knew that the old man's surname was Xing, and everyone called him Xing Lao, only the grandfather who had dinner with him called him Lao Xing.

The old torturer bowed his waist lower, put his hands on his chest, and said, "Tell my grandfather, the second son is asking to see you outside." ”

The grandfather threw the golden chopsticks on the table, there was a trace of coldness on his face, and the temperature in the lobby suddenly dropped. The little boy was a little surprised, turned his head to look, and continued to concentrate on the food on the table.

"He finally knows that he is going home? It seems that he really thinks of Chang'an as a comfortable nest. ”

The old man didn't dare to say anything, and continued: "The second prince is here with Princess Gaoyang and the county lord. Grandpa still wants to see him. ”

The grandfather glanced at the old criminal, but he didn't see anything on his face: "Old criminal, you like to be a good person more and more." Remember, you are my person, and you don't have to look at anyone's face. ”

"Humble duty understands. I also hope that my grandfather can be a little happier. ”

The grandfather waved his hand, stopped the old torturer, and didn't let him continue, he reached out and touched the little boy's head: "Yes, my Xuanyuan Wuji doesn't have much blood, and now he has two white hairs. Although the second child is not successful, it is also the blood of the old man, maybe the old man is too harsh. That's it, let them in. ”