Autumn in the eyes of the literati is desolate, whether it is the cold orange grapefruit and the old sycamore in autumn, or how many green lotuses lean on each other, looking back at the west wind for a while, they all depict the sadness of all things withering, planting in spring, growing in summer, harvesting in autumn and hiding in winter, this is the principle of heaven and earth, and nothing can avoid it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAn autumn wind has taken away the green of the mountains, and the leaves have fallen, after all, it is necessary to return to the roots.

Wen Fatzi's illness has not been cleared, and now he is sick in bed again, he has not gotten up for four days, Gao Lian has no choice, Han Tongwen even sent Tianshan Snow Lotus over, but it was useless. A serious illness in June made him almost alive, and the picture of coaching the world squeezed out his last bit of strength, and finally fell into an autumn wind, everyone can see that Wen Fatzi has run out of oil, I am afraid that he will not survive this autumn, Li Ang personally wrote a letter to Wen Fatzi's family.

Several old gentlemen will take turns to see him, and the old fellows who have been with him for more than 40 years can part with each other in their hearts. On the contrary, Wen Qi'an saw the most

"Old black face, old brother, I'm going down, I'm afraid no one will play chess with you in the future" Wen Qi'an opened his mouth and smiled, revealing his few remaining teeth, "It's also, your stinky temper, who is so rare to play with you"

"When I die, my mouth still stinks," Shi Zhongyuan said

"Miss me and remember to come down early to accompany me, haha... cough cough cough .... Ahem, ahem.." Before he finished speaking, he coughed violently, and the servants beside him hurriedly stroked his back, and Shi Zhongyuan was also worried.

"The old man's body is good, he has added to the old man's blockage for so many years, maybe, I am happy when you die, and I can live a few more years"

"Okay, why don't you come and see me off in red" Wen Qi'an had a child-like smile on his face, but his pale face was a little frightening, "Han Tongwen, this stinky boy, didn't come to see the old man, it's really unfilial"

"Forget it, that kid is also very sad in his heart" Shi Zhongyuan sighed, "I have seen him go back and forth in front of your house dozens of times, and he doesn't dare to see you." A few of our old guys are okay, if you die, you will die, at most we will all go down in a few years, and then we can drink and have fun together, this kid is a heavy feeling, I don't even dare to look at you, Qiao Song's kid was beaten by him because he didn't practice well."

"Bastard boy, learn to find others to be angry," Wen Fat scolded scolded

Han Tongwen was in a heavy mood, these days Han Tongwen wanted to go to see the fat man Wen, but every time he walked to the door and hesitated, he turned around and left again, he didn't dare to go in, he was afraid of seeing the withered face of the fat man Wen who wanted to come to the gentle and amiable, and he was also afraid that the weakest place in his heart would be revealed again.

"Mr. Wen seems to have said that he likes to eat boiled cabbage the most!" Han Tongwen's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, but it was already late autumn, and there would be fresh cabbage again. Han Tongwen didn't care about this, he was so depressed that he wanted to take his mind off the fat man Wen a little, so he rushed down the mountain.

The five old towns asked the old farmers on the farm one by one, but every time they asked, they would get the most disappointing results, Han Tongwen did not give up, and asked from the afternoon to the evening, Han Tongwen could only comfort himself, the more he couldn't find it, the more he had to find it, so that Wen Fatzi knew when he left that he was reluctant in his heart. The night in Wulao Town was a little cold, Han Tongwen was still wearing thin clothes, this was already the last one, and after hesitating for a long time, Han Tongwen still knocked on the small door of this farmhouse.

The door was opened by a tightly wrapped little old man, "This son, what's the matter at such a late hour?"

Han Tongwen hugged his fist "The student wants to borrow two woad vegetables"

"What are you going to do with something, it's not easy to find in this weather," the little old man asked

"A loved one is about to pass away, and the younger generation wants to cook his favorite dish for his old man," Han Tongwen's tone was a little bleak

"You are also a child with a heart, you wait, there are still a few in the cellar, I was going to leave some green vegetables for the New Year, I will give them to you" The little old man turned around and went back after speaking

"Thank you, uncle," Han Tongwen bowed deeply

Rushing back to the academy, it was getting late at the moment, and under Shizuka's care, Qiao Song and the little wolf had already fallen asleep. Re-turn on the stove to cook, boil the fire and boil the water, Han Tongwen wants to make the last boiling water cabbage for the fat man. Duck meat, muscles, scallops, and a pot of broth were stewed until the next morning, Qiao Song was woken up by Han Tongwen in the middle of the night, and stayed by Han Tongwen's side in a daze and fell asleep again. When he first woke up, Qiao Song smelled a fragrance, and Han Tongwen was doing the final processing by the pot. Break off the yellowed leaves, leaving the green ones, and place them in a large bowl and pour the stock over them.

"Qiao Song, send it over to Mr. Wen" Han Tongwen didn't sleep all night before this soup, and now he looked a little tired.

"Master, are you going to practice today?" Qiao Song asked

"If you don't go today, you can rest too" Han Tongwen left the bamboo house after speaking

A person came to the top of the mountain, the cold mountain wind was a little biting, and Han Tongwen was thin. Autumn is destined to be a lonely season, Xiao Xiao yellow leaves hanging on the treetops in the autumn wind blowing crumbling, it seems to be reluctant to the big tree, seems to resist the majesty of the autumn wind, but how can the weak leaves resist this nature, swirling in mid-air, falling gracefully, Han Tongwen spread out his palm, and took the yellow leaves in his hand.

"You don't have to rush back when you meet, and you will be worried about the yellow butterfly tomorrow"

Han Tongwen stood on the edge of the cliff, watching the sea of clouds rise and fall, feeling a hint of chill, wrapping the clothes on his body tightly, not knowing what to think, his mind was blank. I don't know how long I have been standing, two hours, three hours, I haven't eaten since last night, and I haven't been with anyone, my lips are chapped, and when I look up, I accidentally see a wild goose living in isolation, flying south with a lonely song.

"Master......." may be too addicted, and Han Tongwen doesn't know when Qiao Song has come to the top of the mountain

Seeing that Qiao Song's face was stained with tears, and tears were constantly rolling down the corners of his eyes, Han Tongwen's heart ached

"Laugh at Hongya, and ask Qianzhang and Cuiyan who will cut it. It's still the same, the west wind white horse, the north village and the south Guo. It seems that the whole oblique monk's house is chaotic, and he wants to swallow and spit out the forest smoke. I feel that everything in the world will be shaken down in autumn. Drink with you. ”

"Fight wine, drink with you......"

"Fight wine, drink with you....." Han Tongwen kept silently reading, suddenly opened his arms and still fell from his body, and the whole person fell into the pool of water, which is very cool in midsummer, let alone this late autumn.

"Master, master...."Qiao Song shouted

Han Tongwen dived into the deep water of the pool, and the water of the cold pool was biting and cool, and it took a long time for Han Tongwen to jump out from under the cold pool.

"Master, are you alright?" asked Qiao Song

"Don't worry" Han Tongwen took a deep breath, with a reluctant smile on his face, but his eyes were red

"Are you still in pain from the master's beating yesterday?" Han Tongwen squatted down and wiped away his tears for Qiao Song

"Master, Grandpa Wen..... Grandpa Wen ..... "Qiao Song threw himself into Han Tongwen's arms and cried, "Grandpa Wen, he's gone, he doesn't want Qiao Song anymore."

Han Tongwen was in a trance, all his mind was the gentle face of the fat man, and he didn't have a few teeth when he smiled. "The fat man died, and the fat man who loved food died in the season of sticking to the fat"

"You still have a master..... Don't be afraid of Qiao Song, the master will not leave you" Han Tongwen could comfort Qiao Song, but he could only choose to be strong.

"Let's go, go down the mountain and take a look at the fat man"

All the way down the mountain, straight to Wen Fatty's house, before you go in, you can hear the cry from the house, presumably Wen Fatty's family is coming, this cry is so harsh at this time, in this cry Han Tongwen felt that the world was spinning, he didn't eat or drink for a day, plus he fell into the cold pool, his eyes were dark, Han Tongwen lost all his senses and fainted.

A high fever made Han Tongwen unconscious for a day and a night, perhaps because he didn't want to wake up. When Han Tongwen woke up, Qiao Songhua's little wolf was lying on the side of the bed and kept guarding him.

"Grandpa Gao, Grandpa Gao, the master is awake" Qiao Song hurriedly ran out

Gao Lian entered the house and checked his pulse, "You kid, I didn't see the last time the fat man Wen died."

"What can I do if I see him, it will only increase my sadness! Has Mr. Wen been taken back by his family?" asked Han Tongwen

"No, they all say that the leaves fall back to the roots, Lao Wen's roots are in Qingya Academy, and before he died, he said that his wish was to be buried in the mountain behind the academy."

"Mr. Wen must be very unhappy, I didn't have the courage to see him until the end," Han Tongwen's voice was a little sad

"The old fat man walked away with a smile, and said that he could eat his favorite dish before he died, and there was nothing dissatisfied with his life" Gao Lian smiled and said, "Also, the old man wants to be famous in his life, although it is not a great situation, but it is also quite prestigious in Tang Shilin, and he has a wonderful pen in one hand, and he is famous all over the world, so what is there to be dissatisfied with in this life"

"I know that your kid is very affectionate, but you don't have to be too sad, you are old and warm, and you have three out of seventy, which can be regarded as a joy and mourning"

"I just can't believe that the kind and lovely Mr. Wen will just leave"

"Wen Fatty's letter to you, and he left you all his books, pens, and so on. The old fat man is gone, and your illness should be cured."

"Mr. Gao, doesn't need to prescribe some medicine," Han Tongwen asked

"As soon as the heart disease is cured, what medicine do you need, the birds have not been able to kill you, can this little wind and cold be?" Gao Lian had a strange smile on his face, "You are weak now, you are completely hungry, Shizuka's girl is already making food for you, wait until you get up and make up for it, you are young, the past has already passed" Gao Lian left after saying what he wanted to say, and Han Tongwen also knew that this disease was caused by himself.