One leaf knows the autumn, and a thousand leaves know the depth. In the blink of an eye, it has entered late autumn.
Next to Yingdu, there is a maple forest.
An old man stood in front of the path, looking at the maple leaves that were as prosperous as fire and as red as blood. He raised his rough and unusually wide palms and gently rubbed them on these equally rough tree trunks.
Suddenly, some scenes from the past appeared in front of the old man——
Ignorant children, energetic teenagers, handsome young people...
Children kept running across this path, falling down and getting up, and even rolling on the path filled with red leaves...
Then a young man held a book, leaned on the maple tree, and sat at the root of the tree to read thousands of books...
Finally, a high-spirited young man came from a hut in the distance carrying a bundle and walked north along the trail without looking back. His eyes are full of sunshine and hope, his body is tall and straight, and his steps are hesitant and firm...
In the end, his figure never appeared again on this trail or in this red maple forest...
"I passed by the Chu River and came back for a look, but now I have to go back." The old man sighed softly and patted the trunk of the maple tree next to him, as if saying goodbye to his old friend.
"It won't take long...yes, it won't take long..."
He didn't finish his words, but Fenglin knew his thoughts and kept waving the leaves gently.
At this time, a smile appeared on the old man's face, which was very similar to the child's smile that just appeared in his eyes...
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There were bursts of cries and howls from the house, interspersed with several stern and angry female voices.
"Huh! How did this senior brother get into this position! How could he be so quick to sell it! Even if this is a panacea, it can't be like this!" Zichunxing's eyes widened angrily, and his delicate little mouth kept talking, as if he was very interested in Ye Changshan's practice. Extremely dissatisfied. Seeing how badly Ye Changshan was being 'tortured', Zichun complained: "It doesn't matter that Qi Lang doesn't know the severity, what did his three senior brothers do to him!? Is there anyone who can torture people like this!?"
When Ji Yangyu was mentioned, Zichun seemed to be even more angry.
"Ouch yoyo - Senior sister, please be gentle..."
"Where does it hurt?" Hearing that Ye Changshan was in such "sincere" pain, Zichun felt distressed again.
"Everywhere hurts, especially the place I touched just now."
"Be patient, senior sister will give you some medicinal wine, and you will be able to recover more or less after a day of rest tomorrow. If not, you may not even be able to get out of bed for three to five days."
"oh…..."
After the medicinal wine was applied to the body, it felt cool at first, and then the sore areas felt burning, and Ye Changshan groaned again. But after a while, I felt a sense of relief all over my body. The coolness on my skin was accompanied by the warmth on each acupuncture point, which made me feel indescribably comfortable. I have to say that Fifth Senior Sister is indeed a master of skill and kindness.
"Ying Ping, I have something for you to do. Tomorrow, take this bottle of medicinal wine and wipe it on the gown once at Chen, noon, and Xu."
"oh......"
"Remember, it is Chen hour, noon hour, and Xu hour, don't forget it!"
Zichun was afraid that Yingping would forget carelessly, so he reminded her again earnestly. When he saw Yingping nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice, he opened the door and left with confidence.
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Perhaps because the practice the day before was too exhausting, Ye Changshan fell asleep without eating yesterday. Ye Changshan slept for six hours, until he woke up from hunger in the early morning of the next day.
Ye Changshan climbed up from the bed, twisted his arms and body, and found that except for the strength in his arms, there was not much pain in other parts. Thanks to Fifth Senior Sister's medicinal wine, it was still a problem whether he could get up today.
The autumn wind blew by, and a stream of cold and refreshing air poured into the nose. Ye Changshan took a sniff and vaguely felt that this morning was a little different from the past, but for a while he couldn't tell where it was.
Just when Ye Changshan was a little confused, a 'gurgling' sound came from his abdomen.
I can’t worry about that much anymore, let’s go find some food to fill our stomachs first!
Ye Changshan walked out of the house and stepped into the courtyard. Only then did he realize that the sky had not yet fully opened and there was no smoke rising from the kitchen - was he the first to get up today?
'Tick--'
A crisp sound came from the stone table, attracting Ye Changshan's attention, and saw a figure sitting there.
It seemed that someone got up earlier than him. Ye Changshan rubbed his eyes and took a closer look, and found that the person was none other than his seventh senior brother.
Qilang sat at the stone table. There was a pen on the pen stand next to him, and there was still a piece of white paper on the stone table.
Because of yesterday's experience, Ye Changshan felt that the distance between him and his seventh senior brother seemed to be a little closer. He didn't know where this feeling came from, maybe it was intuition?
'Then just think about your relatives! 'When I said this sentence yesterday, it was as if the warm sunshine of early spring could melt the ice and snow. Although the seventh senior brother looks cold, he is his senior brother after all.
Following this intuition in his heart, Ye Changshan slowly walked towards the stone table and called out softly: "Senior Brother Seventh."
Qilang was concentrating on writing something on the paper and did not hear the sound coming from behind him.
Ye Changshan walked closer and looked at the white paper on the stone table unconsciously. The content on it made him startled——
There are no words on this paper, but many squares and circles, which are pieced together. There are also some crosses and arrows in many shapes, connecting these small squares and circles together. The whole picture taken together looks a lot like...a lot like...a lot like the hand-drawn maps sold on the streets of Chang'an City.
Ye Changshan used his imagination, but in the end he still couldn't imagine the meaning expressed on this piece of paper.
"Seventh Senior Brother——"
Ye Changshan stopped 'peeping' and shouted again with a slightly raised voice.
This time Qilang finally heard Ye Changshan's voice clearly, and turned around, only to see his junior brother standing behind him.
Shichiro did not nervously put away the paper on the table, nor did he cover it up, as if what was on the paper was not a secret.
Seeing that Senior Brother Seventh did not cover up, Ye Changshan was relieved that he had not 'snooped' into other people's privacy, so he mustered up the courage to ask: "Senior Brother Seventh, what are you..."
"draw."
What kind of 'painting' is this? Ye Changshan felt a little funny in his heart, but he still held it back - after all, these senior brothers and sisters all have their own 'hobbies', for example, the third senior brother likes to read chess records, the fifth senior sister likes to plant flowers, and the eighth senior brother likes to play music. Since it is a 'hobby', Then there is no difference in level, we cannot laugh at it.
But then, Ye Changshan felt inexplicably happy - his intuition was right, the relationship between the seventh senior brother and himself was indeed getting closer.
Thinking of this, Ye Changshan smiled unconsciously.
Seeing his junior brother smiling at him, Shichiro was a little at a loss. Looking at the little junior brother, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if from a cramp, and then slowly stretched to both sides. With the last few slight 'twitches', the mouth shape was fixed in a very twisted shape.
Is the Seventh Senior Brother smiling at me?
Ye Changshan felt a little dumbfounded. If the smile of the fifth senior sister was the sweetest smile in the world, then the smile of the seventh senior brother was probably the scariest smile in the world.
But at this moment, Ye Changshan's heart was filled with an inexplicable sense of joy - although it was just a 'smile', it meant that the Seventh Senior Brother was slowly accepting himself. How could this not make people feel happy?
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Wen Junchen woke up from his sleep. As he was nearly fifty years old, his life schedule became more and more regular. In the past, if I read a little late the night before, I could get up later the next day to replenish my energy. But in recent years, no matter how late I go to bed, I can always get up on time the next morning.
Maybe it's because he's older, Wen Junchen thought to himself. Originally, today was a day off for the two teenagers. It was a rare opportunity to go to bed late, but they woke up early despite not wanting to. Forget it, get up and make breakfast for all the junior brothers and sisters...
After Wen Junchen tidied up for a while, he came to the stove, but the sight in front of him surprised him. He saw Ye Changshan rolling up his sleeves and wearing an apron, sweating profusely and working in front of the pot. There was steaming steam in the steamer next to him. Steaming heat and a scent wafted out from inside.
"Cough-cough-"
Wen Junchen coughed lightly. Hearing the cough, Ye Changshan turned around and said——
"Good morning, Second Senior Brother."
"morning."
"I have a rest today. Let me make breakfast for all the senior brothers and sisters."
In fact, Ye Changshan was very hungry. The child of a poor man has long been in charge. When he was in the village, he often got up early to make breakfast for his father. After his father got up and had enough, he could go up to the mountains to hunt.
Wen Junchen smiled and turned away, as if he was pleased with Ye Changshan's behavior.
[This paragraph written by Xiaoji focuses on life, I hope you don’t find it boring... (I try to speed up every day)]
