The sun was already shining, and Meng Ran woke up from his sleep. He yawned loudly and stretched, "Sister Xiaolian..."

"Young master, are you awake?" Xiaolian put down the female red in her hand, walked to the side of the bed, and asked, "Do you want to get up?"

Meng Ran snorted.

Then, with the help of Xiaolian, Meng Ran got dressed and got out of bed.

Xiaolian made a good wash, Meng Ran washed a few times, picked up the towel in Xiaolian's hand and wiped it on her face a few times, and then prepared to go out to the West Courtyard to find Mr. Qi.

"Young Master, are you going to the West Courtyard?" As soon as he took a few steps, a voice came from behind Meng Ran.

Meng Ran turned around and turned around, "Yes, Sister Xiaolian, is there something wrong?"

"The master asked you to go to the study to find him after getting up, and he was waiting for you in the study. ”

Meng Hao looked surprised and said, "Sister Xiaolian, you are not wrong, right? At this time, my father must have gone to the government office to work, how can he be at home?"

Xiaolian said seriously: "It's true, it was the master himself who said it." In the morning the lord came to see you, and when he saw that you had not yet woken up, he turned and left. Tell me when you leave, and when you wake up, go to the study to find him. ”

Meng Hao scratched his head, "Okay, I'll go now." ”

Meng Hao took small steps and walked slowly towards Meng Hao's study.

As soon as he entered the courtyard gate, Meng Ran saw a little girl Chunsheng standing at the door of his father's study, and he understood in his heart that his father really didn't go to the government office today, and it was true that he was looking for himself.

Meng Ran walked a few steps, walked through the courtyard, and arrived at the door of the study, and was about to knock on the door, when Meng Hao's voice came from the study, "Is Ran'er here?"

Meng Ran said respectfully: "Father, it's the child who is here." ”

"Come in. ”

After Meng Ran entered the study, the little servant closed the door from the outside.

Meng Ran suddenly felt a little nervous, he felt that something was happening, otherwise his father would not be so serious, and he would not have specially found someone to guard outside the door.

Thinking of this, Meng Ran was scared for a while, "Father, what are you looking for me for?"

"Actually, it's nothing, it's just that you and my father and son haven't sat down and talked for a long time. Meng Hao's answer was a little insincere.

Meng Ran thought to himself, it hadn't been long since the last close conversation with his father, and besides, even if he wanted to talk, there was no need for something to happen during the time when his father needed to go to the government office.

In the midst of lightning, Meng Ran thought of a possibility, and asked sharply, "Father, is something wrong with Mr.?" Because he was too nervous, Meng Ran's voice was extremely sharp.

"Nothing happened to Mr. Qi, he's fine. It's just that... He's going to do something. Meng Hao finally said it.

Meng Ran instantly became nervous, "Did Mr. go out?"

"Hmm. ”

"Where did you go?"

"Jiankang. ”

"That's not far away. Is the gentleman coming back?"

"I don't know. ”

The last sentence of 'I don't know' broke the defense line in Meng Ran's heart, his lips were flattened, and he immediately cried, two clear streams slid down his cheeks, and the big tears of beans fell to the ground.

Meng Hao had a headache, stretched out his thumb, and gently rubbed his temples.

The crying continued for a long time, and Meng Ran's voice was a little hoarse.

Meng Hao walked out of his seat, came to Meng Ran, reached out to wipe the tears on Meng Ran's face, and said softly: "Don't cry, I know you have a lot of questions you want to ask me or Mr. Qi." Now I'll give you a chance, and if you ask, I'll promise to tell you all. ”

"Why did you want to go, sir?" asked Meng Ran with a sob.

He went to visit a deceased friend in Jiankang in the hope that he would be able to revisit him before he died. ”

"Who's the gentleman's friend?"

"I don't know for the Father. Meng Hao stroked his forehead with his hand, and some regretted agreeing to answer his son's question.

"Did you know before the gentleman left?"

"Yes. ”

"Then why didn't you tell me?" Meng Ran was a little angry, "Was it last night?"

"Mr. Qi won't let me tell you. Meng Hao shrugged his shoulders to show his innocence.

"Didn't you tell me by now?"

"Yes, but Mr. Qi left when the city gate opened, and you know it's nothing. Meng Hao was a little proud.

"Okay, why didn't the gentleman tell me?" Meng Ran asked in a sad tone, a little puzzled.

Meng Hao stretched out his hand and touched his son's hair, comforting: "He just doesn't want you to worry, so he chose to say goodbye, don't blame him." ”

Meng Ran seemed to agree with this statement, so he didn't dwell on it.

After a while, Meng Hao saw that Meng Ran's mood had calmed down, so he said to him, "Mr. Qi left a note, do you want to see it?"

Meng Ran nodded vigorously.

Meng Hao turned around and walked to the table, took a piece of paper, and handed it to Meng Ran.

I saw that the letter read:

"Ran'er, when you read this letter, I have already left Lin'an, and I forgive the teacher for saying goodbye.

Maybe it was because the teacher was old and didn't like those scenes of crying and crying, so I chose to leave alone.

The teacher went to Jiankang this time to visit an old friend. If you go to Jiankang in the future, you can go to him for one or two, and if you are in trouble, he will also help you in my face.

I am very happy to meet such a good disciple as you before I die, and I only hope that you can do good deeds and accumulate yin virtue in the future, and don't go wrong or go astray.

Ploughing and sowing seeds in spring, weeding and watering in summer, harvesting fruits in autumn, and living in winter can be peaceful. There is a harvest of pay, and after hard work and the passage of time, we can harvest the fruits of fragrance. It's the same with being a person and doing things.

Live up to any of today's because you will never be younger than today. Don't be afraid of all tomorrows, because the years bring about aging, and there must be beautiful things precipitating.

If you were ignorant and arbitrary before you tied your hair, no one would accuse you or blame you, but when you were still young, it was really disappointing and a great sadness.

Educating you and telling you is not about what you want to do or what you get, but about making you understand what you want and what kind of person you want to become. We are born as human beings, and we naturally want to live as we want to be.

The former sage once said that if you are poor, you will be good to yourself, and if you are good, you will help the world.

If you can, the teacher hopes that you will help the world and the people, and benefit the people, even if you can't do anything, take a step back, and you can live in peace and have no worries about food and clothing.

That's it.

It's useless to talk too much about the truth, but I just hope you can live a better life.

May you grow up happily.

I've known each other for more than a year, and I'm ashamed that my teacher hasn't given you a gift. I had to make up for it this time, two letters, plus a wooden box.

As for the letters, in your father's hands, if one day you think it is necessary to open them, and as for the wooden box, it is hidden in your house, and when you encounter great setbacks, you may open it again, and it may bring about a turn in your life.

Well, without further ado, that's all over it.

As a teacher, I hope that you can grow up healthy and have no worries. ”

The payment is Qi Xiuguo!

After reading the letter, Meng Ran cried, and then ran from the study to the west courtyard like crazy.

Meng Ran walked into the room and saw the empty room, and couldn't help but feel sad and cry hysterically......

Meng Hao and his wife called affectionately, and finally pulled Meng Ran out of the trance, Mrs. Meng looked at her son with red and swollen eyes, and said with relief: "Ran'er, since Mr. Qi is gone, you have to listen to him, okay, don't be sad anymore, okay?"

"It's okay... I'm fine. Meng Ran sobbed.

"Tell my mother if you have anything, maybe my mother can help you!" Mrs. Meng put her arm around Meng Ran's shoulders and said softly.

"No, I'm fine. ”

Mrs. Meng was very worried about her son, but she had no choice but to say some comforting words.

After Meng Hao and his wife left, Meng Ran went to the bed again, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably, and after a while, there was a thin whimper.

An afternoon passed in Meng Ran's sorrow, and Meng Ran fell asleep without dinner.

Nothing was said all night.

The next morning, Meng Ran woke up from his dream and looked at his parents who were sad and worried about him, and the discomfort in his heart was reduced a little.

Meng Ran had breakfast with his parents.

After eating, Meng Ran told his parents that he wanted to go for a walk outside, and Meng Hao and his wife knew that he was in a bad mood, so they didn't stop him, but just told him to pay attention to safety and go home early. Meng Ran answered, and took the maid out of the door.

Meng Ran wandered around with his servants in the bright and blazing June sun. It seems to be looking for something, and it seems that it is just to vent its emotions.

Back at home, Meng Ran sat on the stone steps and stared at the trees in the courtyard.

It wasn't until the heat was exhausted that he returned to the house, sat down at his desk and began to pick up his pen. On the yellowish paper, the words are full of emotion, rendering a little sadness.

Scribble, write, write, write, scribble, Meng Ran's desk was full of papers.

In the end, Meng Ran gave up and threw down the pen in his hand and sighed at the table full of messes.

The bleak wind in the west is called a cool breeze, and the temperature changes and the cool air begins to be calm, which is called the beginning of autumn.

In this cold season, Meng Ran curled up quietly in front of the window, blindly looking at the wild chrysanthemums swaying in the autumn rain, and stupidly looking at the scenery outside the window, the rain and fog damp the memory.

Through the mist, looking up at the gray sky, it was like the hollow in Meng Ran's heart, gradually expanding.

A drizzle of rain swept across the sky, like scars across Meng Ran's heart.

Autumn carries distant dreams, which is not only a busy season, but also a season of harvesting dreams and hopes.

However, in this autumn, there is only parting.

The cold wind, rippling on the treetops, like flying flocculents, strolling in the air, swaying.

Time flies, time flies.

In the blink of an eye, another autumn has arrived, and the cicadas of the previous autumn are still echoing in the ears, and the coldness of this autumn is about to hit again.

It seems that everything happened yesterday, but everything becomes a memory that will never change again.

Yesterday's yesterday is still in sight, and tomorrow's tomorrow is not far away. Stop-and-go, stop-and-go.

I suddenly found that the memory has always been there, it is time that flies, and it is time that changes the face.

At this point, it seems that parting is not so terrible.

Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, went up to the west building alone, and looked at the end of the world.