Inside the Jiang family, the style is consistent with the outside.
The simple and clear blue bricks and black tiles, with strong and sharp lines, highlight the temperament of "the house can be lived in".
Everyone walked to a courtyard and sat down, and the servants of the Jiang family helped pour tea.
Jiang Yuhu looked at the white clouds and said, "When you arrive at Zhongjing City, is your brain better?"
Bai Yunbian ignored him and muttered softly.
Jiang Yuhu turned to look at Xia Jingyun, "Is he reciting some mantra?"
Xia Jingyun listened attentively and vaguely heard a few words: "You must first work hard for your will, and your actions will be messed up." The corners of his mouth twitched, and he changed the topic, "Before I came here, I really didn't expect that the bamboo forest was like this. Lots of visitors.”
Jiang Yuhu shook his head, "Only during New Year's Day and grandpa's birthday, there are more people, but there are not many people on weekdays."
Su Yuanshang smiled and said: "For people of a certain rank in Zhongjing City, it is somewhat disrespectful not to visit the bamboo forest all year round."
Jiang Yuhu was not modest at all, "You are lucky enough to have been placed in the queue. If you are not in the queue, you will have to make a wasted trip or buy the number from Ya Zi at a high price."
Xia Jingyun said with some confusion: "Why didn't the general stop it?"
"Why do I want to stop this young master?"
Jiang Yuhu said lightly: "There is no absolute fairness in this world. There are fifty numbers every day, take out ten numbers, and leave a hole for those who have too much money to show off, or those who are willing to spend a high price for urgent matters. Wouldn’t it be more reasonable for people to buy it conveniently?”
He smiled and said, "I asked the housekeeper to tell those teeth that I would keep half of the money I earned and donate the other half to the Salesian Bureau in the city. How good would it be to get the best of both worlds and settle the accounts for the wrongdoers?"
Xia Jingyun:.
"Ahem, general, I just bought an account and came in."
Jiang Yuhu looked at him, "I told you not to spend more time with trash. Look at you, you are almost turning into trash."
Bai Yunbian slapped the table, "The one with the surname Jiang!"
Jiang Yuhu turned his head with a cold smile, and Bai Yunbian's aura suddenly evaporated, "Have you seen you leaping over the dragon's gate?"
Xia Jingyun and Su Yuanshang lowered their heads and suppressed laughter. Jiang Yuhu rolled his eyes at him.
Everyone sat there for a while. Jiang Yuhu asked the other two to drink tea first, then called Xia Jingyun out alone, "Come on, follow me somewhere."
Xia Jingyun followed honestly.
"Don't you ask where you are going?"
"I believe that the general will not harm me."
Jiang Yuhu nodded slightly, "Go see my grandpa."
Xia Jingyun paused, with sincere surprise on his face, "Is this appropriate?"
"Is there anything inappropriate?" Jiang Yuhu waved his hand nonchalantly, "To outsiders, he is an unattainable military god, but to me, he is my close grandfather. I haven't seen him in some years. What a nice junior, you are not a waste, you can meet him."
Xia Jingyun quickly thanked him and walked forward with Jiang Yuhu.
Walking on the road, Jiang Yuhu still had a cold expression on his face, but he seemed to have hesitated to speak.
Xia Jingyun thought for a moment, felt blessed in his heart, and said, "General, I have an unkind request. Is it appropriate?"
"explain."
"This junior has always admired the demeanor of Lord Military God. I once saw a long and short poem in an ancient book that was quite good. I would like to give it to the old Military God to show his sincerity. Is it appropriate?"
Jiang Yuhu coughed twice and said, "It's hard for you to be interested. I think grandpa won't mind."
After saying that, he stepped forward with great satisfaction and led Xia Jingyun to the depths of the bamboo forest.
Walking in the dense bamboo forest, Xia Jingyun felt a little damp and cold. He was secretly thinking about how a place like this could be suitable for elderly people to take care of themselves when his eyes suddenly opened up.
I saw a bluestone platform appearing behind the bamboo forest. On the platform, there were houses.
The bamboo forest is like open wings on both sides, and the sunlight shines through from the front without any hindrance. It faces forward in winter and backward in summer, providing both warmth in winter and coolness in summer.
When Xia Jingyun saw the old military god in the largest courtyard in the middle, he was suddenly enlightened.
The person in front of him was just an ordinary old man with white beard and hair, wrinkles on his face, and cloudy eyes. He was sitting in a wheelchair with a thin blanket on his knees, showing a sense of weakness.
More importantly, the once tall and tall body has shrunk due to the pain of battlefield battles and the helplessness of old age. He looks like an ordinary old man. No one would have thought that this man once single-handedly silenced the heroes of the world. The most famous military god of the generation.
A kind of desolation of a hero's twilight moment struck Xia Jingyun's heart. He choked with sobs and bowed respectfully, "Junior Xia Jingyun of Sishui Prefecture, courtesy name Gaoyang, pays homage to the Lord of the Army! May the Lord of the Army be healthy and live a long life. A hundred years old, the mountains and rivers will be forever conquered!"
Jiang Yuhu, who was helping push the wheelchair, felt a slight warmth in his heart when he heard Xia Jingyun's suddenly thick nasal voice.
Old Army God Jiang smiled slightly, "In the past few months, I have heard your name three times from Hu'er's mouth. At least in his opinion, you are the number one among the younger generation in Zhongjing City."
Xia Jingyun hurriedly said: "What do you think of me, General Jiang? I all agree that I can only do my best to live up to the general's expectations. But in the eyes of the younger generation, General Jiang is so majestic and civilized that he will definitely inherit the mantle of the military god and become my great general again." The white jade pillars of summer support the sky, and the purple golden beams frame the sea!"
Old Army God Jiang was startled for a moment, then smiled, "It's hard not to like your mouth!"
Xia Jingyun said seriously: "What I said is true. If General Jiang hadn't rescued me several times in the past few months, I would have died by swordsmanship and passed away. I am naturally full of awe and gratitude to General Jiang."
"And like the Military God, who swept across all directions with his whip and suppressed the troubled times, there were more than hundreds of millions of people alive, just like the younger generation. If it weren't for the Military God, how could we have the opportunity to secure scientific research and the respect of the world, The love and affection comes from the bottom of my heart, and it is as it should be!"
He rolled up his sleeves and bowed, "I have seen a long and short sentence in an ancient book. I want to borrow flowers to offer to the Buddha and give them to the Lord of the Army, to show my admiration to the younger generation, and also to thank the Lord of the Army for his great feat of creating peace." kindness."
Old Army God Jiang chuckled, "The poem you wrote to Hu'er is really good, which makes me look forward to it."
Xia Jingyun didn't think anything was wrong, but Jiang Yuhu, who knew his grandfather well, could tell that his grandfather didn't seem to approve of Xia Jingyun that much. Think about it, a man in the military would naturally be a little repelled by such a person who always speaks nice things.
But he wasn't worried at all, because some people's good words were just good words and couldn't even reach their ears, but some people, like the one in front of him, were really comfortable to listen to! It touches my heart!
The confidant brought a pen and paper, Xia Jingyun picked up the pen, closed his eyes and concentrated, and his whole aura quietly changed.
Old Army God Jiang raised his eyebrows slightly, with more curiosity in his eyes.
Xia Jingyun's pen moved quickly, and each ink word was formed on the paper. After a moment, he hesitated for a moment, stopped writing, and cupped his hand towards Old Army God Jiang, "You're showing off your humiliation."
Jiang Yuhu thoughtfully recited for the old military god Jiang who was sitting in a wheelchair.
"When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp and looked at the sword, and I dreamed about the trumpet company."
Old Army God Jiang's originally indifferent expression quietly revealed a hint of wistfulness as he recalled.
"Eight hundred miles away, the soldiers under my command are being burned, the sound of fifty strings tumbling beyond the Great Wall, and the troops on the battlefield are in autumn."
Old Army God Jiang quietly closed his eyes, and the flying dust of decades of battle and the sound of fighting all over the sky rushed towards his face.
"The horse moves so fast, the bow moves like a thunderbolt."
Although the allusion was unclear, the majestic and vast aura of the battlefield was clearly transmitted to the world's top military god.
The days when I held my sword, rode my horse, stretched my bow and arrows, and walked across the battlefield, it seems that the dust of time has been wiped away, and it shines brightly in my memory again.
Jiang Yuhu suddenly took a breath, causing the old military god who was waiting to hear the next sentence to open his eyes.
Just as he was being urged, he heard Jiang Yuhu say slowly:
"Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation before and after death."
Jiang Laojun's turbid eyes suddenly shone with light, and a scornful aura rose up.
Xia Jingyun, who was standing opposite him, was in a trance, as if he had seen the Great Xia Military God who once stood with his sword and horse, suppressing the whole world without uttering a sound, and countless heroes bowing their heads.
Xia Jingyun then briefly told the two of them the allusions in the poem, which was naturally an excuse for a story in an ancient book. Hearing this, the old military god nodded slightly and said calmly and directly: "Thank you for the poem, little friend. I like it very much."
"I don't dare take it seriously. I'm just borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha. But this junior's admiration for the Military God comes from the bottom of my heart."
Jiang Laojun thought he was being humble and said with a smile: "In the future, when you have time, come to the bamboo forest and walk around more often."
Xia Jingyun, who had seen the battle outside today, naturally knew the weight of these words, thanked him repeatedly, and at the same time said goodbye and left knowingly.
After walking out of the yard and walking on the bamboo forest road, Jiang Yuhu said, "It seems that you still haven't written one of the long and short sentences you just wrote?"
Xia Jingyun nodded and pursed his lips, "I think the meaning of the words has been reached and there is no need to write any more."
Jiang Yuhu shook his head, "Go ahead."
Xia Jingyun took a deep breath, and the old military god's old appearance appeared in his mind, and he whispered softly: "It's so pitiful that it happened in vain."
Jiang Yuhu was shocked.
"grandfather."
Old Army God Jiang sat on the chair, his eyelids drooping slightly, "What was the last sentence he didn't write out?"
Jiang Yuhu was also as hesitant and melancholy as Xia Jingyun before.
Jiang Laojun frowned and said, "A man on the battlefield, why are you so coquettish?"
Jiang Yuhu said softly: "What a pity it happened in vain."
Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death. Misfortune happens in vain!
"Hahahahaha!"
Jiang Laojun laughed suddenly, "What a pity this happened in vain!"
He lifted up the thin blanket on his knees, walked to the desk, picked up the pen, and wrote these five words by himself!
One stroke at a time, an iron horse and an iron horse.
However, his eighty-year-old body, drained dry by the war, could not hold up his frame, and he seemed somewhat vain.
But it is this bit of vanity that unexpectedly perfectly fits the meaning of these five words.
Jiang Yuhu had a premonition in his heart that a piece of calligraphy that could be handed down from generation to generation was quietly born at this moment.
"Hu'er, let me get it framed and hang it in my study. I finally know why you like this boy Xia so much. You really have some skills!"
The old military god sat back in his chair with a smile.
This is not the original meaning of the poem, but the understanding of the poem itself is based on the poet's mental experience, so under this situation, the protagonist's understanding makes sense.
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