It's noon, and the sun is shining.

When Yang Ye came back from the academy and walked into the small courtyard, he saw his grandmother leaning over and chopping firewood in the corner.

She held the knife in her hand, sweat on her forehead, and seemed to be struggling.

"Grandma, you go into the house to rest, and I'll do these things later. ”

Yang Ye hurriedly put her schoolbag on the bamboo chair next to her, and went over to snatch the knife in her hand.

At this time, the other party saw the knife in his hand clearly.

It was a scimitar, as thin as a cicada's wings, more than a foot long, like a crescent moon hanging from the willow tops.

However, the overall appearance is miserable.

The blade was rusty, the blade was missing three small openings, and the handle was broken.

It's like something that was thrown in the garbage heap and picked up by grandma.

"Grandma, don't we have a knife for chopping wood, how can we use this broken knife?"

Yang Ye looked at the scimitar in his hand, frowned, and was about to throw it away directly.

The old man glanced at the scimitar and said lightly: "It's broken, but it can still be used." ”

After a pause, she looked at Yang Ye coldly and said slowly, "This knife ...... It's called the scorching sun, which should have been left to you by your father. ”

"What?"

When Yang Ye heard this, she was taken aback and looked at her with some astonishment.

In my memory, it seems that there has never been news of my father, and I have never heard my grandmother mention it.

All he knew was that his grandmother had picked it up.

Except for grandma, there is no one who has any relatives.

"When I first picked you up, there was this broken knife in my swaddling clothes. A note with two names written on it, one yours and one for this scimitar. ”

The old man looked at the sky in the distance, as if recalling the events of that year.

Yang Ye stroked the scimitar in his hand in a daze, and said secretly: Being able to write its name with me, it seems that this scimitar is not simple for me.

Perhaps, the most important thing I could find my father.

But why is it so dilapidated?

Gently rubbing the scimitar in his hand, it was rough and cold, the material was unfamiliar, and I couldn't see any clues.

"Forget it, since it's about my life experience, it may just be an ordinary token, and I'll just take it with me. ”

Yang Ye looked at it for a moment, but couldn't see a clue, so he had to give up.

The old man took out a black leather scabbard from the house, threw it at him, and said, "I ordered it from the street yesterday, and you can hang it on your body." ”

"Thank you grandma. ”

Yang Ye saw that the scabbard was smooth and soft, and it belonged to the high-grade leather, and his heart was suddenly moved.

He stuck his worn-out scimitar in it and hung it around his waist, and his robe was blocked so that no one could see it.

As a scribe, he was already qualified to carry a sword in the city, so he was not afraid even if others could see it.

The lunch meal is still two dishes and one soup.

Grandma rested in the house, and he ate alone.

As far back as I can remember, my grandmother never seemed to have eaten with him.

For many of his questions, his grandmother has always been silent.

If you don't want to answer, you won't answer.

After eating and resting for a while, he began to practice "Pretending to be a Pig and Cultivating Martial Arts".

Time passes slowly.

......

The Tang Mansion is luxuriously decorated and magnificent.

As the inspector of Xiangzhou City, Tang Jingtian supervised all movements in the city, and had the right to transfer and command the troops stationed outside the city, and the actual power was comparable to that of the city lord.

And he himself is a cultivator, and his cultivation has reached the realm of the late stage of literature, and he has intersected with the city lord of Xiangzhou City for more than ten years, and the relationship is very good.

In Xiangzhou City, his name is known to everyone, and no one knows it.

Today, he was busy with things, and as soon as he returned to the mansion, he saw the butler hurrying over, and said loudly: "Congratulations, congratulations, Greetings, Miss has become a scribe!"

"Huh, become a scribe?"

When Tang Jingtian heard this, he stopped, and said with some doubts: "When you left in the morning, didn't you even have a sense of the literary tone?

The housekeeper bowed his hand, his old face was full of excitement, and said, "Madame guesses that it may be that the young lady usually works hard to accumulate, and suddenly accumulates a lot." ”

Tang Jingtian shook his head and said, "It's possible to accumulate a lot of money, but it's probably not so simple to become a scribe all of a sudden, presumably Yu'er has her own opportunities." What about her?"

The young lady was in a daze in the room, and she didn't eat, and she didn't pay attention to the lady's call to her, and her expression was a little dazed. ”

The butler gave him a cautious look and replied.

"Oh, it looks like something happened at school in the morning. ”

When Tang Jingtian heard this, his eyes flashed, and he turned around and walked towards his daughter's house.

After a while, I came to Tang Xinyu's boudoir.

Tang Jingtian knocked lightly on the door and said softly: "Yu'er, open the door, Dad has something to say to you." ”

In a moment, there was a "squeak" and the door opened.

Tang Xinyu was slim and appeared at the door, but in a pair of eyes, there was a hint of confusion.

"I heard that it only took you one morning, not only to understand the tone of the culture, but also to become a scribe, what is going on?"

Tang Jingtian glanced at her and asked.

Tang Xinyu lowered her head and was silent.

"Let's go inside. ”

Tang Jingtian glanced around, entered the house, and closed the door with his hand.

"Of course, this is your private matter, you can not say it, but Dad wants to know if anyone has ulterior motives. You can tell us a little bit about the general situation, but as for the specific person, you can not say it. ”

He put his hands behind his back and looked at his daughter's room, his tone flat, not wanting to add pressure to her.

"Dad, actually...... It's not as complicated as you might think. ”

Tang Xinyu hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice.

"Oh, then you can tell me, you look like you're worried about this, maybe Daddy can help you. Tang Jingtian smiled slightly, sat down on the chair, and said.

Tang Xinyu smiled bitterly, sorted out some chaotic thoughts in her mind, and said slowly: "Actually, my daughter's breakthrough is mainly to read a poem containing literary atmosphere, and ......"

"A poem with a literary atmosphere?" Tang Jingtian was overjoyed when he heard this, and said, "Have you gone to the Tibetan Pavilion of the academy?"

Tang Xinyu shook her head, looked at him tightly with her eyes, and lowered her voice: "And...... That poem is the original manuscript ......"

"What!

When Tang Jingtian heard this, he suddenly stood up from his chair and looked at her with some absurdity.

Immediately, his heart trembled, and his face was gloomy: "What price did you pay......?" Or ......"

"Dad, what nonsense are you talking about!"

As soon as Tang Xinyu heard his words, she knew that he had misunderstood, her face turned red, and she said coquettishly.

"What the hell is going on?

Seeing his daughter's reaction, Tang Jingtian's heart was slightly relieved, but he was even more shocked.

Tang Xinyu shrugged, reached out and took out a piece of paper from the intimate body in his arms, and said, "My new tablemate gave it to me casually, and it was written by hand in front of me." ”

"Is this ...... Is it the poem that catapulted you to become a scribe? Impossible, right?"

Tang Jingtian took the paper, and his voice was a little unnatural.

"Let's see. ”

Thinking of Yang Ye's casual appearance of sending poems, Tang Xinyu's face showed a touch of complexity.

Tang Jingtian quickly opened the paper, looked at it, and muttered: "The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon." If it weren't for the jade mountain, I would meet the moon in Yaotai......"

"Give it to the squad leader, Yang Yezuo. ”

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look...... Yun Xiang clothes ......"

Just as Tang Jingtian's eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and he was repeating the words, the piece of paper suddenly burst into light, and a pure literary aura rushed out like a tide!

The whole room is shining brightly and gentle!

Tang Jingtian's whole body was shocked, his bones crackled with a crisp sound, and his whole body was full of light and dazzling!

With a "boom", there was a sudden explosion in his body, and his whole body was raised in vain, a full three inches taller!

Tang Xinyu stood in place dumbfounded, her face full of shock.

"Hahaha...... Yu'er, Dad finally broke through the bottleneck and began to touch the method of Wenjiang!hahaha......"

Tang Jingtian's face was full of excitement, he could no longer care about the majesty of the inspector and his father, he held the paper in his hand, and laughed on his back, looking extremely crazy.

"Daddy......"

Tang Xinyu looked at his appearance and became a little worried.

"Rain!"

Tang Jingtian laughed for a while, then suddenly grabbed his daughter, stuffed the paper in his hand into her hand, and said excitedly: "This is an extremely rare literary poem, and there is no one in Xiangzhou City that can compare with it!

"Heirloom?"

When Tang Xinyu heard this, she suddenly felt a little funny.

This poem seems to be just Yang Ye's kid, who wrote it casually, she almost threw it away, and now it has become her own heirloom in the blink of an eye.

"It's too ......"

She smiled bitterly, but saw that her father's face was solemn, glanced at the paper in her hand, and snatched it back again, with a nervous look on her face.

"Yu'er, this poem is not trivial, you are too young to take it with you casually, first hand it over to your father for safekeeping, and when you are an adult, your father will return it to you. And this piece of paper is of the worst quality, and my father wants to preserve it with the best materials......"

Tang Jingtian's face was full of excitement, he glanced at the window vigilantly, and then carefully put the paper in his arms and hurried out of the room.

I even forgot to call my daughter to eat.

Tang Xinyu looked at her father, who was usually calm and calm, and suddenly became like this, and couldn't help but be a little funny.

In the boudoir, there is no sound.

When she thought of the boy who wrote the poem, the smile on her face gradually faded.

Suddenly, a complicated taste surged up in her heart.

"Yang Ye, Yang Ye, I seem to ...... I can't see you more and more clearly......"

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