Luo Yuxuan smiled disapprehantly, over the years, these words have been said from his mother's mouth I don't know how many times, in the end, they are still empty. In fact, he never cared about getting married or not, but he couldn't bear to see that the old lady was still worried about herself at her age. But the marriage is determined, no one can force it, there is it in life, it must be there in the end, there is no life in it, don't force it. The same goes for marriage.

He brought the old lady home and began to cook on the fire. On weekdays, the old lady does these things, he is a scholar, and he never holds chopsticks, but the old lady has a foot injury and wants her to rest for a while. The old lady was not worried about him, so she took a chair and sat in the kitchen and watched, nagging as she watched, saying that he could not cook at all.

Luo Yuxuan was annoyed by her, so he asked, "Mom, didn't you say that my marriage is here, why don't you tell me about it quickly." The old lady then said: "Yes, my memory, such a big happy event is forgotten in the blink of an eye, and the older I get, the more useless it becomes." Then he told Luo Yuxuan about going to Taiping Village to ask Lao Xiucai for divination, but he didn't mention anything about spending twenty taels of silver.

After hearing this, Luo Yuxuan smiled and said: "Mother, if fortune telling can determine people's fate, marriage, fortune and fortune, I will simply change my career to become a fortune teller." Luo Mu said solemnly: "You kid, you can't talk about it, that old gentleman's divination is famous far and wide, and he is a famous half-immortal, you talk nonsense, be careful to offend the gods." As he spoke, he looked around vigilantly, for fear that the gods would hear about it. Looking at the old lady's pious appearance, Luo Yuxuan was noncommittal, but he also closed his mouth and said no more.

The next day, Luo Yuxuan got up early in the morning and found that his old mother was not at home again. I went out and looked around, but I still didn't see anyone, and I was busy for the so-called "southeast", and I was a little moved and a little sad in my heart, so I had to slowly step back. After lunch, I packed up my books and headed for the school.

The primary school hall in the village is about four or five miles away from home, named "Hanxiang School", the name is very elegant, it is taken by Luo Yuxuan, which means "the sword is sharpened from the sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from the bitter cold", aiming to encourage the schoolchildren to study hard and make a difference in the future, although he himself lost confidence in the imperial examination and the Qing court, but still hopes that the descendants of the children and grandchildren will have a bright future, for themselves and their families, therefore, he devoted his life to learning, tirelessly, and taught the dozen children very carefully.

He walked slowly to the school every day, and then walked back after school, year after year. On the way to and from every day, along the way, he can enjoy the beautiful scenery along the way, watch the willows sprout in spring, and the flowers are sprouting; look at the peach and plum garden in summer, and all things grow; enjoy the maple leaves like blood in autumn and the fragrance of orchid osmanthus; play in winter and tread the snow to find plums, and the rivers and mountains are picturesque. This is the case all year round, although it is a village, but it has a taste of life, what fame and fortune, it will be cleaned by the natural beauty, without a trace of dust.

Most of the villagers in the nearby countryside know him as a showman, know his talent and character, and the countrymen respect the learned people, "Mr. Luo" mentioned that many people know, and some people greeted him along the way, and he nodded frequently in return.

At this time, it was late spring, summer was approaching, and there was still a bit of the tail of spring, but it was beginning to burn hot, and the afternoon sun was very hot, and he was sweating as he walked, perhaps because he came out in a hurry, and forgot to drink morning tea, and he felt thirsty. When I looked up, I saw a family on the side of the road in front of me, a few thatched huts, a wooden fence, and a small courtyard surrounded by a fence, but there were several peach trees in the courtyard, and there were peach blossoms on the trees that were as bright as the sunset. When he saw the peach blossoms that were still blooming brilliantly, his mood became very happy, and he thought: "Have they been forgotten by spring? I don't know how time has passed?

He walked briskly, knocked on the wooden door, and cried out, "Is there anyone, is there anyone?" I saw her jinghai cloth skirt, dressed plainly, but she did not hide her beautiful appearance at all. Luo Yuxuan's eyes couldn't help but light up, although she was in this village, she had never seen this girl. He smiled and said, "Girl, I'm a little thirsty, can you give me a bowl of water to drink?" The girl didn't seem to know her, she only nodded shyly, and then turned around and walked into the house, and after a while, she came out with a bowl of water.

I saw her holding the bowl of water in both hands, walked cautiously, walked through the path in the courtyard, came to the wooden door, and handed the water to Luo Yuxuan through the door, Luo Yuxuan nodded with a smile, reached out to take the bowl, and glanced at her, the girl took two steps back shyly, and then leaned under a peach tree full of flowers, playing with black braids in her hands, and smiled at Luo Yuxuan raised his head and drank a bowl of water.

It is a bowl of clear well water, but it is so sweet and delicious, and it penetrates the heart. Luo Yuxuan drank the water, and saw the girl's demeanor leaning under the peach tree, there was a feeling like a dream, the face of the peach blossom, the person is more delicate than the flower, the smile is more beautiful than the flower, he was stunned. Seeing his stupid appearance, the girl couldn't help but laugh, Luo Yuxuan came back to his senses, his face turned red, and he handed the bowl through the wooden door and said, "Thank you." The girl pursed her lips and smiled again, but without speaking, she took the bowl of water, turned and went into the house.

Luo Yuxuan looked at her in a daze, and suddenly remembered a poem by a poet in the Tang Dynasty hundreds of years ago: "Last year and today, in this door, the peach blossoms on the human face are red; This situation is exactly the same as the scene encountered by the poet hundreds of years ago, is it a dream?

Luo Yuxuan pinched his face hard, it hurt, it was not a dream, it was real. He turned back three times in one step, reluctantly left the hut, and walked towards the school, all he thought about was the picture of the peach blossom on the human face, and the villagers greeted him several times along the way and forgot to respond.

When he arrived at the school, he didn't have the heart to explain to them the truth of Ziri and governing the country and leveling the world, but only taught them to review by themselves, and the sound of Langlang's reading became distant and ethereal in his ears. When it was time for the end of school, he packed up his books and hurried back, hoping to pass by the hut and see the girl again, but when he stopped in front of the hut and looked at it, he found that the peach blossoms were still there, and the door of the hut was locked, and there was no shadow of the girl.

He returned home in despair, Mrs. Luo had not yet returned home, and when she returned in the evening, she talked to him excitedly for a long time, but he did not listen to a word, ate indiscriminately, had no intention of reading, and went to bed lazily, and this night, he lost sleep.