The spring breeze has arrived, the willows are budding, and on both sides of the canal, there is a new green.

A long Wu Nong soft ballad, with the call of the boat, in the shallow Shangqing Xipu sky, rippled layer by layer.

"Little willow flowers~, weeping branches~, the spring breeze blew it away~.

Soft as flocculent ~, as fine as yarn ~, raise a handful of snowflakes ~. ”

The boats were pressed against the stone-walled embankment of the canal, allowing the boat to come to a slow stop.

"Guest! here you go~!" the captain put away the boat and pointed to the stone road above: "Go ashore and go straight, the Zhuangzi is very big, and you will see it in less than a hundred steps." ”

The guests on his ship were wearing white hats, and they were originally distracted by the songs, but they came back to their senses after being called.

She coughed twice, since leaving Yuruizhuang, her body is obviously not as comfortable as before, and she has changed the medicine twice in just a few days, the burden on her body is heavier, and she is slightly tired, and it is difficult to breathe.

Liang Xiaoyun took out a few copper plates from his purse, checked them in his hand, handed them to the captain, and got off the boat without thanking him.

Stepping on the steps of the bluestone slab, walking a few steps on the side of the street near the river, a huge house comes into view - blue bricks and tiles, the branches and leaves of several towering trees in the courtyard poke out of the wall, and the dense green leaves and yellow flowers shade a shade. It is the shallow village.

This small street was secluded, there were few people, and she looked intently, and under the shade of the tree, stood two young people, a man and a woman, with very familiar figures. The man leaned against the wall, staring at the branches above his head in a daze, looking lazy. The woman clasped her hands on her chest, her eyes were misty, and she seemed to be wandering outside the object, but she didn't know what she was thinking.

Liang Xiaoyun recognized the two of them, and originally wanted to turn around and leave, but he couldn't bear to cough.

Liang Zhen'er was noticed by the sound, and recognized it as the white gauze hat at a glance, and gently bumped Han Linyuan with her elbow, making a look, and walked over quickly.

"How do you know here?" Liang Xiaoyun was slightly reproachful, she only wanted to come by herself on this trip.

"You've inquired countless times along the way, and now that you've arrived in Gusu, except for coming here. Where else can I go?" Han Linyuan glanced at her, as if he was disgusted that she was asking such a stupid question.

"You're smart. She glanced at Liang Zhen'er's eyes with slight anger, and said, "You guys are fast, and you actually came ahead of me." Now that you've found it, let's call the door. ”

She originally said this to Liang Zhen'er, and she had the intention of stabilizing Liang Zhen'er and asking her not to attack on the spot. But Han Linyuan has been accustomed to being driven by the two of them these days, shook his head, walked to the door, knocked on the door, knocked three times in a row.

The three of them were originally mortal enemies, but after just a few days of getting along, the relationship between them has changed subtly.

Liang Xiaoyun wanted to use Han Linyuan to take revenge, but he was reluctant to kill him; Han Linyuan wanted to run, but he was poisoned and left Liang Zhen'er, and he only had three days to live; Liang Zhen'er had feelings for Han Linyuan again, and hated his grandmother for doing such a thing, but he didn't dare to say anything. Everyone is hiding a belly of things.

"Squeak~!"

The one who answered the door was a middle-aged woman who raised silkworms on the Zhuangzi, and what she said was a Wu saying: "What are you looking for?" ”

Han Linyuan probably understood who he was asking for, or who he was looking for. He didn't know who Liang Xiaoyun was looking for, so he could only turn around and ask Liang Xiaoyun: "What did she ask you about!"

When Liang Xiaoyun heard this, he stepped forward and said politely: "Excuse me, is the owner of your village surnamed Xie, but in the house?"

Along the way, Han Linyuan had never seen the two people of the Liang family speak so politely, not only did they speak softly and slowly, but they even used honorifics.

"Are you going to buy silkworms, or are you going to buy silk. The house will not accept mulberry leaves this year, if you sell mulberry leaves, go to the street in front of you, and someone will collect them. "The middle-aged mulberry woman can also speak some official words.

"We're not here to do business. I'm looking for the owner. ”

"Who are you?" asked the woman again.

"My name is Liang Xiaoyun, and I am sorry for you to report that the old man of 'Half Grass Stream' is visiting. As soon as she finished speaking, another person came out of the courtyard, gorgeously dressed and with a mustache.

"Who is it!" the man casually asked the mulberry woman, and then asked Han Linyuan and the others, "How many are you?"

Just glanced at him, Liang Xiaoyun's expression was already vaguely touched, and she looked at the person who came: "Are you Zhaoren or Jiahe?"

"I'm Jiahe. Who is the girl?" he listened to Liang Xiaoyun's voice, and thought that he was a little girl like Liang Zhen'er.

"I am a descendant of the half-grass stream. Just call me Aunt Yun. After speaking, he lifted half of the hat veil, revealing the flawless half of his face, and only gave Xie Jiahe a look.

"Aunt Yun?" Xie Jiahe was puzzled, the girl in front of her had a young voice, and her skin was even more blown, how could she dare to say that it was her own Aunt Yun?

Although Xie Jiahe hesitated, since the people who came had something to do with the "Half Grass Stream", he didn't dare to slack off, so he invited a few people to the front hall and made the best tea.

"The girl is the descendant of the half-grass stream? we go to the half-grass stream every year, it has been abandoned for a long time, as far as I know, there is no other heir of the half-grass stream, whose disciple is the girl?" ”

"Like your mother, I studied under the 'Shixi Medical Immortal'. Even if you don't call me Aunt Yun, you should call me uncle. When Liang Xiaoyun spoke, his eyes never left Xie Jiahe, and he was very uncomfortable looking at him.

Eldest. Liang Xiaoyun claims to be a senior uncle rather than an uncle, implying that he is Xie Jia and his mother's senior sister rather than junior sister, which is even more confusing.

"How many books has the girl's "Nine Classics of Half Grass" practiced?" Xie Jiahe did not call her uncle directly, but said tentatively.

"The half-grass stream is a peerless school, only the Five Classics, where did the Nine Classics come from. Liang Xiaoyun also knew that he was tempting, and replied casually:

"Your father has a scar on his left lung, and he coughs when the day changes, and when it is serious, he can't breathe. For this disease, he has been taking medicine all his life. ”

Seeing that Xie Jiahe was still skeptical, she recited the prescription again: "One money of salvia, half a money of hair holly, half a money of peach kernels, three points of red peony, three points of peony skin, half a money of raw land, eight cents of Chuanxiong, one money of bupleurum, half a money of safflower, one money of citrus aurantium, half a money of licorice, and the earth Tibetan flower or make medicine." Decoction of the medicine, one pair every three days, every three days, you need to stop the medicine for five days. ”

Xie Jiahe believed it a little more, and apologized: "It's not that I can't believe you, it's really hard to believe that in addition to me, there are still heirs in Bancaojian." ”

Liang Xiaoyun's eyes were a little lost: "Your mother, didn't she mention me to you?"

"No, the deceased mother only said that she also had a senior sister named 'Chi Lian', but every time she talked about her, she only mentioned it, avoiding the key point. ”

Liang Xiaoyun didn't want to say that she was a Chilian lady, listening to Xie Jiahe call her dead mother, even if she was prepared, she couldn't help but be touched, coughed a few times in a row, and almost couldn't stop.

Liang Zhen'er patted her on the back, and then heard her ask: "When did your mother pass away......? Are you sick?"

"My father's lung injury is an old disease, and it was aggravated during the Anshi Rebellion. Although his deceased mother had been carefully conditioned, his father died of illness in the winter four years ago. My mother missed my father, I didn't think about tea and dinner, I became thinner and thinner, and I went with my father in less than half a year. Liang Xiaoyun heard this, the tears in his eyes couldn't be stopped, and his eyes were red with excitement, but he was not seen because he was wearing a white gauze hat.

"Over the years, your mother should be very good to your father. ”

"Raise the case and raise the eyebrows, and the piano is harmonious. If it is said to be a fairy couple, it is all right. ”

Liang Xiaoyun didn't seem surprised by this answer, and exhaled a long breath: "The tombs of the two of you are nearby? ”

At the request of her deceased mother, she and her father were buried together. Her mother had told her that she didn't want to be disturbed by others, and that she was waiting for someone there. If the girl really has a heart, there is a tablet for her father and mother in the backyard, and she can make a sacrifice. ”

"Ahem, ahem...... cough cough ...... "After listening to Xie Jiahe's words, Liang Xiaoyun couldn't stop coughing, no matter how smooth Liang Zhen'er was, it was difficult to stop.

She said for a long time: "Your brother, when will Zhaoren come back, I also want to see him." ”

"It's in the backyard. Xie Jiahe called the maid to go to the backyard to call someone, and said, "Bring a bottle of loquat dew that I brewed." ”

Liang Xiaoyun took the loquat dew, and smelled it before drinking: "I didn't add licorice, I put more ice chips and silver dancao, which was prepared according to the recipe that your mother gave your father before." ”

She looked at the loquat dew but didn't drink it, just put it on the table, and said with a slight smile: "I remember that your father doesn't like licorice the most, and he thinks that the taste is rushing, and every time he drinks medicine, he has to prepare candied fruit and press it...... cough cough cough cough ......"

Liang Zhen'er saw that her grandmother's health was so poor today, and she wanted to persuade her to drink the loquat dew. Liang Xiaoyun just waved his hand.

If Xie Zhaoren was still skeptical before, now he fully believes that the person in front of him knows his parents, how can he know these little things in life if he is not an old friend.

While several people were talking and laughing, the eldest brother Xie Zhaoren also came out of the backyard, with a young man in his teens behind him.

Liang Xiaoyun only glanced at him, got up suddenly, and was shocked beyond measure, and only after a long time did he come back to his senses from his memory.

"You really look like him!" said two dry coughs.

Xie Zhaoren didn't have the head or brains to hear this, and it took him a long time to react: "Do you mean my father? Jiahe and I are both a little more like our father, and we look very similar." ”

Listening to him, Liang Xiaoyun knew that the person in front of him was not the same as the one he imagined: "When he was young, he was also like you, but he was not as tall as you, and he was not as white as you." Not as elegant as you, heroic, very stubborn. ”

When she first saw Xie Zhaoren, she somehow made Liang Xiaoyun's thoughts go back to forty years ago, and the memories that had been sealed for decades kept coming to her mind, and she suddenly felt so tired today.

"Excuse me today. Thank you two owners, seeing this, I also have a wish, I wish you all the best, a worry-free life. ”

Liang Xiaoyun suddenly became kind-eyed, and said to Han Linyuan and Liang Zhen'er, "Let's go!"

I saw Han Linyuan's eyes fall on the young man who had just come out of the backyard - it was An Qingfang.

His figure is still as thin as before, there is no fat, but he is much stronger, his arms are tanned, the two chest muscles can already be seen through his clothes, and the spirit of people is also very different, which is probably the benefit of Bian Changsheng's daily marrow washing and bone cutting.

Han Linyuan and he looked at each other, and they couldn't help but look at each other, both of them strangely felt that each other seemed familiar.

It's a pity that until Liang Xiaoyun and the three of them went out, no one said a word.