"Teacher, it's time to eat"
In the humble room, Wen Junchen took out several dishes of side dishes from the food box and placed them neatly on the table.
Hearing no one answer behind him, Wen Junchen turned around and found his teacher leaning on the bed with his eyes closed. He didn't know whether he was thinking about a problem or closing his eyes to rest.
Wen Junchen walked up to his husband and patted him gently on the shoulder, then whispered: "Teacher, it's time to eat, while it's hot."
The gentleman looked at Wen Junchen with blurred eyes as if he had woken up from sleep, as if he didn't know his purpose of coming to his side.
Seeing the teacher looking at him with red eyes and a slightly messy beard, Wen Junchen understood that the teacher was dozing again just now. So, he patiently said again: "Teacher, it's time to eat."
Only then did the husband understand what his beloved disciple meant, and he slowly stood up and walked to the table.
Wen Junchen followed his husband and sat down, and then called out to the house——
"Shichiro, please sit down and eat first."
After a while, Qilang's dazed figure appeared at the door of the shabby room. He leaned the broom aside, patted the dust on his hands and body, and sat down next to Wen Junchen.
Just four dishes, not rich by any means, but still exquisite.
The gentleman held his sleeve with one hand and picked up chopsticks with the other hand to taste the four dishes in sequence. When he picked up the last dish and put it into his mouth, his expression changed slightly. After he swallowed the dish, he looked at Wen Junchen in confusion.
Facing the teacher's confused gaze, Wen Junchen coughed awkwardly. He said helplessly: "Ahem...this dish was made by the third child..."
The gentleman was suddenly very energetic. He reached out to the dish and gently picked up some of it, put it into his mouth again and chewed it carefully. Then he put down his chopsticks and suddenly laughed loudly.
The husband smiled extremely happily, like a child seeing something new and interesting. His laughter was extremely penetrating, penetrating from the small thatched house and spreading through the empty mountains and forests.
Qilang was still immersed in eating hard. Seeing the teacher smiling so happily, Wen Junchen also laughed inexplicably.
After Mr. Wen Junchen stopped laughing, he shook his head and said: "This third child is full of talents in every aspect. It seems that nothing can trouble him, but his cooking skills are extremely bad, but he still likes it." Cook.”
"Haha, it's okay...it's okay...let him get to know me, it's okay..."
The husband said "that's okay" a few times in succession and stopped worrying about Ji Yangyu's cooking skills. Then, he asked again: "Jun Chen, how many months is it now?"
"It's already June."
"It's June, I guess it's coming soon..."
"You mean..."
Wen Junchen pointed to the direction.
The master nodded, looked to the south and said, "My lord, my master will not go see the blacksmith when he comes. You can see him for me."
"not see?"
"When people get old, it is easy to recall old friends when they meet them, and it is easy to feel sad when they recall them."
"Okay, leave this matter to me."
Mentioning the blacksmith, the gentleman suddenly thought of his hometown. He said to Wen Junchen: "Junchen, after my master leaves, you must bury him back in his hometown."
Qilang stopped the bowls and chopsticks in his hands and stared at Mr. Wen Junchen was also shocked, and also stopped and looked up at the teacher.
Facing the reactions of the two disciples, the teacher smiled calmly and said, "There will always be a day like this."
People have lived for so long, what else can’t they face calmly?
…
Four tall horses were driving outside Chang'an City pulling a large black box. Passers-by stopped and looked back wherever they passed.
The black box is more than ten feet long and nearly eight feet wide. It can be said to be extremely huge. Judging from the traces of the wheels, the black box is extremely heavy.
The black box was so lifeless that it felt like a widened coffin.
The carriage pulled the 'black coffin' and drove slowly on the road. The driver's eyes were extremely dim, and his temperament was very consistent with the black coffin behind him. He didn't care at all about the curious eyes and pointing fingers of passers-by. As long as the carriage did not stop moving forward, he would keep staring blankly ahead. Only when the horse stopped moving forward, would he raise his hand and wave his whip to urge the horse to continue moving forward.
The carriage drove towards Qianniu Mountain and soon disappeared from everyone's sight...
...
The mountain road was long, and the carriage traveled for two full days and nights from Chang'an City to this courtyard.
The carriage slowly stopped at the gate of the yard.
It was only nine o'clock at this time, the sky was getting brighter, the sun had just risen, and there was already a little life in the mountains and forests.
The door to the courtyard was still closed, but there were intermittent sounds of brooms rubbing against the ground from inside.
The driver jumped down from the carriage, fixed the carriage in place, and then freed the four tired horses from their restraints.
Then, they turned around and walked down the mountain without knocking, leaving the 'black coffin' lying quietly at the door of the other courtyard.
Just as the old man was about to leave, a voice came from the courtyard——
"Mr. Mi came all the way from the Chu Kingdom, and left without entering the house to sit down? If the world knew about it, wouldn't he say that my humble family is not polite and treats guests badly?"
Wen Junchen opened the door and called out to the old man wearing a bamboo hat.
The old man did not turn around, nor did he stop walking down the mountain. He did not even want to answer Wen Junchen's words.
Seeing that the old man had no intention of staying, Wen Junchen did not force him. He shouted loudly to the old man's leaving figure——
"Then this junior will thank Mr. Mi here for my master!"
Watching the old man leave, Wen Junchen thanked the lonely figure loudly, then turned and walked towards the courtyard.
...
The old man walked down the mountain step by step along the way he came.
The magnificent morning scenery of Qianniu Mountain, the towering mountains and rivers, and even the rich breath of heaven and earth on the main peak could not move him, or even attract his attention. He seemed to be someone who didn't belong to this world, showing no interest in anything around him.
'Ding-dang-'
Suddenly, a melodious sound of the piano penetrated the mountain forest, causing hundreds of birds to sing in unison. The entire mountain seemed to come alive at this moment. The birds were chirping intelligently and the breeze was picking up, as if everything around them had a 'soul'.
The old man finally stopped. He followed the sound of the piano and saw a figure in white sitting there in the woods, his left hand gently stroking the strings.
Seeing the old man looking at him, Bai Yi stood up from the piano bench, then knelt down and kowtowed three times to the old man.
The old man didn't pay attention to Bai Yi's pious act. He just looked at the guqin on the stand quietly. The guqin also looked back at the old man quietly. The two were as speechless as if they were close friends they hadn't seen for many years.
Even if he faces a landslide, he probably won't panic...
Even facing the most beautiful beauty in the world will not make his heart move...
Even facing the supreme power could not shake his heart...
Even though his heart had long been as calm as a pool of stagnant water... But at this moment, the old man's mood actually fluctuated. It was as if because of the sound of the piano just now, his hand also had a soul. The soul guided him towards the piano, and his thumb and index finger gently rubbed it - rough old hands, thick calluses, he had been making a living by blacksmithing all year round. I haven't touched such a delicate thing for many years.
He was still standing there, seemingly struggling with something.
Bai Yi seemed to have read the old man's thoughts. He stood up and walked deeper into the woods, as if to leave some space for the two of them - a private space that only belonged to the old man and the guqin.
The old man sighed softly with a trembling chest, and finally took steps towards the woods...
[In the future, the chicks will be released earlier and you can look at them when taking the subway.
I just ask for your collection and recommendation~~~]
