As the weather warms up, everything recovers, delicate grasses begin to emerge from the ground, unknown wildflowers begin to bloom, and birds chirp.

People in the city have gone out of the city to go out and play, or to climb the mountains, or to swim in the water.

Some people take their children to enjoy flowers, dig wild vegetables, go fishing, or pick some unknown wild fruits, breathe fresh air and relax by the way; some people take their children to Taoist temples, and after worshipping, listen to the chanting of the scriptures in the morning and evening, taste fasting meals, and cleanse their souls; some people take their children to have a picnic by the river outside the city, bringing all kinds of snacks and all kinds of wine and food, and making an appointment with three or two friends, enjoying the water; some people take their children to plant trees in the suburbs, and after some hard work, planting a small sapling, it is also a new hope.

On the flat, empty meadow, people laughed and chased each other. Countless paper kites are flying in the air, just when the sun is just right, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the paper kites that fly extremely high can also be seen clearly.

At this time, the Meng Mansion was full of sorrow.

Meng Hao's body deteriorated, coughing for two or three months, his chest seemed to be empty, his entire chest was concave, and he was not looking thin.

Every day, Mrs. Meng always looks positive and optimistic in front of people, but she washes her face with tears in the back.

Meng Ran's classes also stopped, and he just did his filial piety in front of his father. Every time Meng Hao and his wife persuaded him to study hard and not be distracted, he always prevaricated.

Seeing that the days passed, Meng Hao's body became more and more devoid, and the whole person seemed to have become a stinky skin.

On this day, Meng Hao called Mrs. Meng to his side, intending to explain the future.

"Madam, you and I have been married for more than ten years, and now Ran'er is eight years old, and there is no need to discipline him too much, if you meet a suitable man in the future, you can marry into his family......"

Mrs. Meng's tears were like a flood that burst the embankment, she couldn't stop it anymore, she choked up and said: "Since the concubine has married you, naturally I will not put other men in the world in my eyes, I was born as a member of the Meng family, and I died as a ghost of the Meng family." If you say something like that, you don't have to say it again. ”

"Well... Good... I don't say it's just. It's just that the days to come will be hard for you, Ran'er is a man, it is inevitable that he will be careless in daily life, and in the future, he will marry a wife and have children, and he will no longer focus on you......"

Meng Hao coughed violently again, and Mrs. Meng just had tears in her eyes and silently stroked her husband's back.

The coughing stopped, and Meng Hao continued: "I never thought that we would be separated so early, I always felt that the days were still very long, so I didn't cherish the old days, I always didn't care enough about you, I was always busy dealing with the affairs of the yamen, and I always snubbed you. Now I don't have much time to love you and think about you.

If Heaven can give me another chance to choose, I will definitely put aside those mundane things, and just treat you well, stay with you, from early morning to dusk, from spring to winter. ”

"Okay, don't say any more......" Mrs. Meng couldn't hold back any longer, and began to cry.

Meng Hao just silently looked at the face that was slightly rich because of his age, and did not move.

After a long time, Mrs. Meng spoke, her voice was already a little hoarse, "Master, in the past so many years, although you have not been with me much, I have always felt very happy. You are busy, but also because you love the people and seek the well-being of the people, and I am proud from the bottom of my heart......"

Meng Hao stretched out his thin hand, stroked Mrs. Meng's hair tremblingly, and said softly: "People say that they hate parting, I never believed it before, but now, I can't believe it." When I was younger, I always thought that we would go together, but I never thought that now I would go first.

If you have a choice, I want you to go first, so that I don't have to worry about me not being by your side, will you be lonely and afraid of the cold, will you be hurt and bullied, will you miss me......

How do you deal with so many things at home? When you are old and sick and can't walk, who will accompany you? I really can't afford to leave......

When I get there, I will not drink Meng Po soup, I will wait for you by the Nai He Bridge until you ......"

Meng Hao and his wife hugged each other and cried.

After a long time, both of them had red and swollen eyes and hoarse voices.

Meng Hao coughed lightly, "Madam, bring me a cup of tea to moisten my throat." Then you go and call Ran'er in, I have something to explain to him. ”

"Good. ”

Meng Hao took the teacup and took a few sips, then handed it back to Mrs. Meng.

After Mrs. Meng put the teacup, she went out to call her son Meng Ran.

After Meng Ran arrived, he first saluted his father Meng Hao, and then asked, "Father, what are you looking for me?"

"Find your own stool and sit on it. I have a lot to make clear to you. Meng Hao motioned for Meng Ran to sit down.

Meng Ran moved a stool and sat at the head of the bed, looking at his father Meng Hao steadily.

Meng Hao pursed his lips lightly and said in a low voice: "I may have told you bits and pieces about many things before, but I still have to tell you again today, so as not to suffer a big loss in the future." ”

Meng Ran just listened quietly.

"First of all, let's talk about the two letters that Mr. Qi left for you and the wooden box, those two letters were written by me with my own eyes, and now they are placed in my study, on the far right side of the third floor of the bookshelf, you can find them when you go. As for the wooden box, to be honest, I don't know what is inside, it is said that it was left to him by Mr. Qi's master, and he left it to you again. It was put in our house by Mr. Qi many years ago, and now it is hidden under the desk in my study, if you want it one day, pry open the floor tiles, dig a foot into the ground, and you can find a box, and the box is a wooden box.

Let's talk about Mr. Qi's past. The place where we first met was in the capital, when I went to take the imperial examination, he went to travel, and the two hit it off at first sight, and after an old meal, they became familiar with each other. Later, I learned that he was studying art in Taoism, and you already know this, so I'll tell you what you don't know. He is a genius disciple of the Dao Sect, the kind that is very talented, any Dao method is used in his hands, and he has already cultivated to the realm of human immortals at a young age.

It's a pity that his master has a low status in the sect, but he is a lonely and arrogant person, which offends a high-ranking elder. Later, his master was deliberately provoked by the elder, went to the stage of life and death, was hit hard, and died of hatred soon after. Mr. Qi was young and competitive and vengeful, so he asked the elder's closed disciple to duel on the platform of life and death. He failed to control the severity of his shot, and mistakenly killed his opponent, leaving the elder with a grudge.

After that, the elder had been trying to deal with Mr. Qi. In the five-year sect discourse, he deliberately seriously injured Mr. Qi, causing Mr. Qi's foundation to be damaged, his cultivation regressed, and he could no longer cultivate as hard as before.

The opponent who was mistakenly killed by Mr. Qi had a younger brother with outstanding talents, and later worshiped under the elder's door. Since then, that young man has become Mr. Qi's old enemy, and that old enemy is now the powerhouse of the Dao Sect. Mr. Qi should have already mentioned it in the letter, so I won't say more.

Later, Mr. Qi's life in the sect was very difficult, and after a long time, he was forced to go down the mountain and wander around, and then he met me.

Mr. Qi taught me a lot of things and made me understand a lot of truths. So, I've always respected him, and that's one of the reasons why I've been so polite to him.

Also, do you remember what he asked you to help with?"

Meng Ran nodded, "Remember." ”

Meng Hao bowed his head and continued: "The person Mr. Qi wants you to visit is a woman, the love of his life. When they were young, they parted ways because of an argument, and then they went their separate ways and never saw each other again. I hope that when you are able, you will help Mr. Qi fulfill his long-cherished wish.

He once told me that he doesn't want you to be anything, he doesn't want you to live as others want, he doesn't want you to be a person who is bound by rules, he wants you to be happy, it's simple.

It's just that there is no one in this world, and there are many things that you need to take responsibility for, such as your parents, relatives, and Mr. Qi.

Therefore, being a father is selfish, no matter what, no matter when, you must fulfill Mr. Qi's long-cherished wish.

Okay?"

Meng Ran nodded vigorously.

Meng Hao sighed, "As for Mr. Qi's grudges, you don't need to worry about it. Of course, the chances of you meeting those people are not very high, and even if you do, you don't need to cause trouble, just don't know. ”

Hearing this, Meng Ran's lips squirmed a few times, and he wanted to speak, but he held back stiffly.

Meng Hao looked at his son, who wanted to stop talking, and explained: "This is all Mr. Qi's idea, of course, it is also my idea. Those people are now standing at the pinnacle of this world, how can mortals like us be shaken? Therefore, what we can do is to let go of our grudges. ”

Meng Ran's face was full of indignation, but he didn't open his mouth to refute, but just asked softly: "Then where did my husband go in the winter when I was five years old, and who was injured by whom?"

Meng Hao pondered for a moment, and finally decided to tell the truth, "In the winter when you were five years old, Mr. Qi returned to the sect to worship his master. It's just that somehow, he was met by that old enemy, and after some fighting, Mr. Qi was seriously injured, so it took him a long time to return to Lin'an and return to our home. ”

"Yes, I see. Meng Ran's reaction was a little too flat.

Meng Hao wanted to comfort his son, but the words came to his lips, but he didn't know how to say them.

"Hmm... There's something else to tell you. ”

"Father, please speak. ”

"You should know my physical condition, too. After I leave, you have to take good care of your mother, I will let her be wronged, and I will not let her live unhappy. Meng Hao looked at his son Meng Ran kindly.

Meng Ran burst into tears, choked up and said, "Father, don't worry, I will take care of my mother, and I will not make her unhappy." ”

"Another thing, if you meet a woman named Haitang who has been in Lin'an City in the future, you should help her as much as possible......"

Meng Ran just nodded.