"That's nature, I have been determined since I was a child, not to prosper the ancestral industry, not to be a descendant of the surname Ji. I don't need to ask." Ji Hu replied quickly.

"So, I would like to ask Childe again, does he recognize his own proposition and is prepared to carry it out with determination?"

Ji Hu thought for a moment, raised his head and replied affirmatively, "I have already decided."

"And what else?" The woman inside the curtain seemed to smile: "Since Childe has already made up his mind, why do you need to make a decision? It's just a matter of adding to it."

"But," Ji Hu hesitated to express his deep concerns, "Uncle Clan is the person who was entrusted to me by my mother during her lifetime, and he is very kind to me, if he must disagree with me, then wouldn't ------ ------" He bit his lip, still unable to bear to say the following words.

The woman in the curtain said, "Childe, there are no two days in the sky, and there are no two lords in the country. There are thousands of people in the family, and there is one person in charge. No matter a country or a family, we can only think in one place and work in one place, so that everything can go smoothly and prosper. What would happen if there was another force that was constantly holding back? With the wisdom of the son, it should not be difficult to understand. In the final analysis, it is just a word "right", but this word is exclusive, and the monopoly is ------ for power, and father and son can still kill each other, let alone others?"

Ji Hu was stunned, staring thoughtfully at the jade curtain, and smelling a faint fragrance at the end of his nose, it was like a drop of water inadvertently splashing on his face, and the slightest coolness gradually extended, but there was no trace to be found------

The woman's voice was still lingering: "Do you know why the Ancestor Wu King sealed the prince on the coast of the East China Sea? Alas, it's not that I'm afraid of too much power, but I'm afraid that it will be difficult to control over time. The king claims to be a lonely man, not because he humbly claims to be virtuous, but because he has no father, no mother, no wife, and no children. Ministers, wise and wise, should be kept as foolish; Cover the world, and you should keep it; Bravely care for the world, and be cowardly; Rich from all over the world, you should be humble. Do not be self-absorbed in everything, dare not disobey the orders of the Lord, and if you succeed, you will return to the Lord, and if you fail, you will take more than yourself, this is a qualified courtier."

Ji Hu muttered: "Cover the world, should you keep it?" The young father's achievements cover the world, and he also weighs the world. "Bravely soothe the world, you should guard it with cowardice", Ji Duoyou's strength is calm and fierce, and he attacks the Hubei realm, which can be called brave and cowardly, but where is he a little cowardly? Thinking of this, Ji Hu's heart also swelled with sadness.

Before I knew it, it was dark, there was no light in the room, and the afterglow of the setting sun penetrated into the room through the cracks in the doors and windows, casting a stain of pale red light. Occasionally, there was a long shout or two outside, and as the footsteps faded away, everything finally returned to silence. Suddenly, Ji Hu felt that his heart was also like the remnant sun, silent, slowly sinking.

"It's time for the market to disperse------ Ji Hu said, his voice sounding a little desolate, "I should also go------- don't hide it from the landlord, my mother has been dead for five years, and since she died, no one has said such heartfelt words to me. Today, I met the landlord, which is really a blessing in my life. I wonder if I can ------ see you as you are?"

After speaking, he stared at the jade curtain without blinking, until he was sure that the curtain would not be provoked, then he smiled tolerantly, and turned to leave------

"Childe, please wait!"

Ji Hu turned his head, and suddenly, there was a sound in the jade curtain, and the woman seemed to stroke the strings a few times. Then, the melodious sound of the piano slowly overflowed from the jade curtain.

The blue sky, the snow-capped mountains, and the boundless grassland------ is spring------ Ji Hu's eyes flashed with a glimmer of brilliance, the grass had just emerged from the ground, and the breeze was like a drizzle on people's faces------

A fairy, dressed in white, sits on the top of a snow-capped mountain, quietly stroking the harp. The sound of the piano seemed to melt the snow on the top of the mountain, and the snow turned into flowing water, which merged into a stream, and flowed along the mountain stream------ but for some reason, it snowed again in the sky, and the snowflakes shone in strange colors in the sun, and there should be a lot of bamboo planted next to it------

Ji Hu clearly heard the sound of snowflakes falling on the bamboo, like two pieces of beautiful jade gently colliding, making a gurgling sound. The fairy was surrounded by snowflakes, but none of them fell on her, and the cold snow reflected her soft face, making her look like an ice-carved statue. She kept stroking the piano, and the sound of the piano was flying snowflakes, snow

The flower is the sound of the piano falling to the ground------

Ji Hu listened quietly, only feeling a mixture of joy and sorrow in his heart, but it was indescribably happy. Like a bird, it walks freely in the air, with the sea shining in the morning sun under your feet and the sound of the wind whistling in your ears.

I don't know how long later, the sound of the piano stopped, and Ji Hu was still demented, standing in place as if he had lost his soul, unconscious.

"Childe?"

"Huh?"

"See?"

"I saw ------" Ji Hu seemed to be still immersed in the sound of the piano: "People like me are not suitable to listen to this music, and if they continue to listen to it, they will have no fighting spirit, and they will be reluctant to ------leave."

The woman in the curtain smiled and said, "Actually, in life, how many people can be satisfied with everything? How many satisfactory things can be accomplished in a lifetime? If you indulge in indulgence and go as you wish, you can also get a comfortable and safe ------."

Ji Hu hung his head, speechless for a long time, and then said softly: "There is no certainty, as if I came with a provocative heart, but here I am willing to guard the door for the landlord for a lifetime like the old man------ the landlord, cherish."

"Childe, cherish ------"

Out of the Bu Zhilou, the sky is completely dark, the bright moon is overhead, the floating clouds are surging, the thin clouds are in a cluster, and the pieces are rushing to the south, like thousands of military horses galloping away, silently, endlessly.

Rong Yi quietly came up: "King, why is it so late? Are you alright?"

Ji Hu shook his head, and Rong Yi turned his face and instructed Qi Zhong in front of the carriage: "Quickly pull the carriage over-------

Taking advantage of their busy season, Ji Hu took a breath of clear air, looked up at the high and deep sky, and suddenly felt a pain in his heart for no reason, and couldn't help but want to look at the faint fragrance of Bu Zhilou's ------, the beautiful sound of the piano, and the mysterious woman, who always lingered in his heart, and the pride in his chest before he came didn't know where to go.

Until the old man and Pi'er slammed the door shut, making a "bang" sound. Ji Hu reluctantly walked towards the carriage------

In the early hours of winter, the moonlight was cold, pouring down through the clouds, shining on the black and oppressive houses, giving people a bleak chill. A little bright and dim light in the Buzhi Building swayed gently in the distant night, and occasionally a human voice or two came out, and after the sound passed, there was boundless silence.

"Uncle Lin, did Master really let us leave all night?" Inside the jade curtain, Wu Kui's beautiful face was cast by the dim candle flames, which cast mottled shadows of light and dark.

The old man bowed: "That's right, the fish has been hooked, and the owner should continue to catch the appetite of the fish." The old things have been packed up, and the carriage is ready."

Wu Kui let out a long sigh, and a trace of confusion appeared in his blurry eyes: "It's finally leaving------ when is the day of wandering!" She seemed to remember something, "There's nothing wrong with Pi'er, right? When he saw the "offender" today, he almost showed his flaws."

"Pi'er has just arrived in the Central Plains, and his behavior is still a grassland habit, and the old man will pay attention to it, and it will gradually get better."

"Let's go!" The woman's voice was full of helplessness.

"King, let's go out of the palace early this morning, and don't say a word to the ward, is this okay?" In the rickety carriage, Qi Zhong listened to the hustle and bustle of the opening of the market outside, and asked Ji Hu cautiously.

"It's just going to Bu Zhilou to deliver yesterday's arrears, what should I deserve? I have to say a little bit." Ji Hu said nonchalantly, "How can Lone owe a woman money and not pay it back? If you spread it, you won't be a joke."

Qi Zhong pouted and smiled, and said in his heart: It's not to find a reason for yourself! Who can't tell? But he can only see through it and not say it.

It's a pity that Ji Hu pounced. The building was empty, and Qi Zhong also asked the people around him, but no one knew where the people in the building went. It is only said that in the early hours of the morning, a wagon headed towards the north city gate------

Ji Hu was stunned in his heart, and when he saw that the door of the building was not locked, he pushed it open and walked in. The wide hall was empty, and the small door on the opposite wall hung a curtain made of broken jade in the breeze

The sound of "ding dong".

Open the jade curtain, inside is red felt paving, against the wall a huge copper couch, the open space in the center of the window is a delicate jade case, except for the splendid cushion behind the case, there is nothing on the case. Ji Hu walked to the tent in front of the bed and shrugged his nose, his heart trembled, it was the cool aroma of ice and snow like the distant mountains that was unique yesterday------

He sat on the splendid cushion, imagining the woman sitting here yesterday and talking on the piano, imagining her appearance------ suddenly felt a slight bulge in the corner of the cushion, and lifted it with his hand, but saw an unsealed copper pipe. Take it and open the lid, inside is a long flat bamboo slip, on which is neatly written a poem:

"Fluttering, yellow leaves. Lonely, late autumn. The deceased is like a sigh, mourning and begging, a little lovesickness, and a heart between the eyebrows; The wild geese are chattering, the clouds are long, and the ruler book is far away to solve the king's worries; The more birds fly south, and the fox dies."

Although the handwriting on the bamboo slips is written by a woman, the pen power is slightly weak, but it is wide open and closed, and there are few restraints, such as galloping horses to the wind, goshawks into the clouds, and the spirit goes, and it can be fiercely embraced.

Ji Hu chanted it several times, and felt that it had a deep meaning: according to legend, when a fox is about to die, his head will be turned towards the mound where he was born------