On the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15, at noon on this day, the slightly deserted Han Fuzhong finally saw Xiaoge Lao again.

Xu Beiyou and Xiao Zhinan originally planned to go to the old man's mansion for the holiday, after all, the old man was sick, and his body was not as good as before, so it was not good to toss too much, but they were reprimanded by Han Xuan, and said a lot of words such as the difference between monarchs and ministers, and the etiquette cannot be abolished, and finally the old man decided to go to the Flying Frost Hall for the holiday.

However, Xu Beiyou also felt that he didn't have to leave too early, and it was not too late to go in the evening, so during this time in the afternoon, he concentrated on accompanying Han Xuan, and the father and son didn't talk much, just strolling in the house, Xu Beiyou occasionally talked about what he saw and heard some time ago, such as Zhu Jiuyin in Southern Xinjiang, the Four Living Buddhas in the grassland, and Qiuyue in the Northeast and Mu Tangzhi who had died.

Compared with a few years ago, Han Xuan is obviously a little older, his eyes are much more cloudy, and his demeanor is a little more old and tired that cannot be concealed, which makes Xu Beiyou feel complicated, birth, old age, sickness and death are the rules of heaven, no matter whether you are a sword immortal in the realm of the eighteenth floor of the earth immortal, or an emperor who is extremely rich in the world, you can't go against it.

Walking in front of a chrysanthemum that was blooming proudly, Han Xuan suddenly stopped and gently slapped his waist: "Three hundred and sixty-five steps has taken half an hour, and it is not good to be old." ”

Xu Beiyou said with a smile: "Walking is not a fast word, three hundred and sixty-five is the number of Zhou Tian, not fast or slow, just right." ”

"Return to the South. Han Xuan grasped Xu Beiyou's palm with a hand full of old age spots, revealing a bit of rare warmth, "Don't comfort me, your own family knows your own affairs, what is the number of Sundays, old is old, people don't use their muscles and bones as their ability, they just can't walk." ”

"Father......" Xu Beiyou also wanted to explain.

"Nangui, you are a rare kind and not pedantic person. Han Xuan interrupted his unspoken words and continued: "A gentleman can be bullied, and it is difficult to do what he wants. If you want to stick to your own path, it's easier said than done. It is not difficult for a person to persist for one day, it is not difficult to persist for one year, but what about ten years and a hundred years? It is even more difficult to persist for a lifetime. ”

Xu Beiyou was silent for a moment, and then said sincerely: "It's not difficult to kill, but it's difficult to stop killing." It is not difficult to get away, but it is difficult to carry a mountain. Now my father is one person under ten thousand people, there is a king above, there are ministers below, and he has the court on his back, and his father is the most difficult. ”

Hearing these words, even Han Xuan, who had been through the ups and downs of the world for a long time, was a little unspeakably moved, he turned his head to look at Xu Beiyou's face, "Nangui, you won't enter the palace until Shenshi, let's go and sit in the pavilion over there, I have a few words to say to you." ”

"Yes. Xu Beiyou answered, and helped Han Xuan to the pavilion and sat down.

"You sit too. After sitting down, Han Xuan stretched out his hand, Xu Beiyou bowed slightly, and then sat opposite Han Xuan, placing his hands on his knees.

Han Xuan looked at Xu Beiyou and asked, "Nangui, let me ask you a question, you have to answer me honestly." ”

Xu Beiyou nodded and said, "Father, but if you ask, Beiyou will not have half a lie." ”

"Good. Han Xuan snorted, stared at Xu Beiyou's eyes, and asked slowly, "Nangui, who do you say is the closest in this world?"

Xu Beiyou was slightly stunned, only feeling that the answer was myriad, so he didn't dare to answer rashly, and only replied after thinking for a while: "Parents and children are the dearest." ”

However, to his surprise, Han Xuan shook his head and said: "This is not right or not, for children, it is true, but for parents, it may not be." ”

Xu Beiyou couldn't figure out the old man's thoughts, and couldn't help asking: "Please also ask my father to teach." ”

Han Xuan said slowly: "There is a cloud in the Book of Songs, 'mourn your parents, give birth to me'. It stands to reason that in life, the grace that is difficult to repay is the kindness of parents. Nine out of ten sons thought that their parents should be good to him, so it became a matter of course to be nurtured. ”

Xu Beiyou opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer. After all, between him and Han Xuan is father and son, Han Xuan is the father, he is the son, according to Han Xuan, the relationship between father and son is only father to son, how should he answer? More subtlely, Xu Beiyou is not a father and son, these words seem to be talking about him, but they don't seem to be, so he is completely confused.

Xu Beiyou didn't make a sound, looked at Han Xuan quietly, and waited for the next word.

Han Xuan continued: "Nangui, do you know why I raised you in the first place but didn't let you recognize me as my father, but called me Mr. and talked about it as a master and apprentice?"

Xu Beiyou shook his head and didn't know.

Han Xuan smiled and said with a slight self-deprecation: "This is my selfishness, just now I asked you who is the closest person, you said that it is father and son, but sometimes, the closest person is not father and son, but master and apprentice." The son regards the kindness of his parents as a matter of course, and the disciple regards the kindness of the master as a repayment, so I and you were not father and son, but master and apprentice. ”

Xu Beiyou was stunned for a long time, and then sighed softly, "This is indeed the truth, there is ...... between me and my biological father."

He didn't finish his sentence, just fell silent.

After such a long time, Han Xuan squinted at the sun outside the pavilion and said, "The hour is coming, and we should also enter the palace." ”

After nightfall, the Flying Frost Hall was a little more popular than usual, Xiao Zhinan also brought Xiao Yuanying and Xiao Yuyi into the palace, and on a whim, the three aunts and nephews decided to cook in person. Qingluo and other women are useless, but the final result is inevitably a little unsatisfactory, Xiao Yuanying is not much to say, she is young, and she has been practicing martial arts for many years, Xiao Zhinan is also a beautiful girl who has not touched the spring water since she was a child, fortunately, there is also a Xiao Yuyi who has been married to a wife for many years, although the food is not fragrant, but this taste can barely be eaten, otherwise this reunion dinner is really inedible.

Xu Beiyou doesn't care much, even eating a few stones raw is nothing, but Han Xuan is old, and his stomach can't withstand this toss.

After the meal, the family sat on the terrace outside the Flying Frost Palace, eating moon cakes and admiring the moon. Until the end of the day, Xiao Yuyi and Xiao Yuanying accompanied Han Xuan, Xu Beiyou and Xiao Zhinan went to the Taimiao, and after they came back, it was almost half of the night, Xiao Zhinan still had to deal with the piles of twists and turns, so Xu Beiyou escorted the old man out of the palace and returned home.

The husband and wife have already discussed, and Xu Beiyou will accompany the old man with peace of mind in the past few days.

Since entering Chengping for twenty-four years, Han Xuan seems to have not even said the words of Lao Ji Fu Zhi in a thousand miles, sitting in the carriage at this time, it is even more difficult to hide the fatigue, but because of the old and young people, he has not fallen asleep for a long time, but he is just leaning on the wall of the carriage, stunned.

After returning to Han's Mansion, Han Xuan insisted on letting Xu Beiyou go to rest first, but Xu Beiyou couldn't resist him, so he could only leave first, and Han Xuan was supported by the maid and slowly walked back to the bedroom.

Han Xuan has been hard all his life and has never liked to warm the bed, so after the lights went out, he was the only one left in the empty bedroom.

The old man lay on the bed, not sleepy, stared at the curtain above his head with wide eyes, and muttered to himself: "Both master and apprentice and father and son, Nangui can come to this point, and there is nothing to worry about as a father." ”