Yan Chunlai has been flying up and down on the eaves all the way, with the wind and lightning, as if walking on flat ground - in fact, now he can handle the uneven road more smoothly than on flat ground.
After confirming that there was no "tail", he returned to He Nan's home and floated to the ground with just one jump.
In the whole courtyard, Yu Ruyi was the only one reading at night by candlelight. The books she read were also very popular. Like ordinary young men and women who are just beginning to have a love affair, she inevitably preferred romance books.
The book she is holding now is originally called "The Most Suitable" and tells a poignant love story between a poor scholar and a rich lady. He Nan commented on it as "unbearably vulgar". In his words, only a poor scholar would write about the daughter of a rich family falling in love with a poor scholar. Facts have proved that the author of this storybook was indeed a poor scholar from the former dynasty. His life was not very satisfactory. This story was written out of anger. He Nan seemed to have secretly read the ending of the book, and "accidentally" revealed the ending in which the scholar and the daughter went through all kinds of difficulties and dangers, and finally reunited. Yu Ruyi responded with a blank stare - if you have the ability, Write a book?
With He Nan's talent, there was no need to rewrite the book. He directly changed the title of the book "The Most Suitable" to "The Most Reminiscent", and the ending of the story was changed from a happy ending to a happy ending in just a few words. Sadness - the scholar who was originally named on the gold medal list and became famous was sent to the border to guard the country with a stroke of congratulations, and finally died in the battle for the country. As a result, the rich lady was depressed and unmarried for the rest of her life, so she had no choice but to live in poverty. The Buddha died but lived for the rest of his life.
This ending is of course very unpleasant, especially when Yu Ruyi feels like a needle has been stabbed into his heart. She was an ignorant little girl who was suddenly baptized by He Nan's dark writing style. Naturally, she felt depressed and had no choice but to review this book "The Most Suitable" to heal her broken mood.
He Nan is noncommittal about this. He believes that tragedy is the most exciting and emotional, and beautiful things can only be sublimated at the moment of destruction.
"Where is Ananda?" Brother Yan searched the east and west rooms for a long time, but there was no trace of He Nan.
Yu Ruyi didn't even look back, her voice was tired: "Today is... the Mid-Autumn Festival."
August 15th, Mid-Autumn Festival, family reunion.
Yan Chunlai was stunned for only a moment before he understood what Yu Ruyi meant, which was what He Nan meant - he was going to see his parents.
"Then...should we go together?" Brother Yan hesitated for a while.
Yu Ruyi closed the book in her hand and stood up. The hem of her skirt rose and fell with her movements, and the black veil swayed: "Okay."
It wasn't until Yan Chunlai calmed down and saw clearly what Yu Ruyi was wearing today through the moonlight that he realized belatedly that this girl had not been focusing on the book from the beginning.
Outside Xuanyang City, there is an abandoned grave.
He Nan was sitting cross-legged in front of two tombstones, holding a large enamel bowl with clear wine flowing from the bottom of the bowl.
As soon as it got dark, he went out of the city gate alone with his large and small bags. By the time he reached the lonely cemetery, the night was as dark as the water at the bottom of the river.
This cemetery is not the ancestral grave of the He family, but it also conceals He Nan's parents and grandparents. When He Nan came here, he kowtowed nine times in front of his grandparents' tombstone respectfully, then took out half of the items from the big and small bags, and replaced the weathered and rotten wine, vegetables, fruits and meat in front of the tomb. became new.
After paying homage to his grandparents, He Nan slowly walked to his parents' graves dragging the two big bags.
A monument with four lines of characters.
The front is vigorously engraved with "The tombs of his father He Ting and his mother Yan Nan, and his son He Nan is standing there, and the country has been prosperous for ten years in the cold weather."
The seal-engraved handwriting on the back is roughly the same as the front. It records the lives of He Ting and Yan Nan. However, a few words describing He Ting's ending have been scratched into pieces and changed into eight large, crooked characters.
It is no longer important what was engraved on the monument before it was altered. What is important is that Xiao Henan, who was only ten years old at the time, held a sharp rock by himself and dared to risk the disapproval of the world and kill Emperor Qi Changgeng of the Sheng Kingdom for hundreds of people. The crime of being sentenced to death by an official was rewritten as "a wrongful death penalty, and an unjust death."
The stonemason who had been friends with He Ting heard about this incident. Although he did not dare to rewrite He Ting's ending without authorization, he did not leak the news out of friendship and respect. However, he still could not figure out how a piece of stone could be Who carved such profound marks on the monument?
And it wasn't until one day a few years later that when he was carving a seal inscription for someone, he suddenly figured it out like an enlightenment - where could the sharp stone that can leave such carvings of blood and tears be? It's obviously the stubborn stone He Nan!
Both Li Zhanchun and Jiang Wenbing praised He Nan as a good knife, but He Nan always felt that he was very similar to the stone on which the monument was carved.
He did not cry when his father was beheaded at the execution ground, nor did he cry when his mother died of illness on the bed. Even on the day of the burial, he just knelt quietly at the front of the crowd and gritted his teeth.
At just ten years old, he already knew that sadness was just an emotion and crying would not solve the problem. So he would rather endure his grief and let himself remember that only when his father's injustice is vindicated can he be qualified to cry.
It's just that he can hold up in front of others, but he can't hold up behind others.
The deck chair swaying gently in the breeze, the flat folded mat at the corner of the bed, the cooking utensils my mother played with every day, the anthology annotated by my father, the lush flowers, fruits and vegetables in the garden, the dried hot noodle soup in the bowl... Everything in this house made He Nan cry.
The saddest thing is never the separation between life and death, but the little things that the dead leave to the living, which are within reach but pierce into the heart.
The most difficult thing to resolve has never been the so-called love and hatred, but the snow in front of my parents' graves in the cold winter eight years ago.
"Mom... you never let dad take me drinking before, but now you can't control me!" Unlike taking out a lot of things in front of his grandparents and offering them to him, He Nan just took them out of the cloth bag. There was a wine jar and two large bowls. He placed the two bowls gently in front of him, holding the wine jar and filling them up slowly. Watching the fine wine in the jar gently flowing down, he felt something slipping down his face.
"Dad, this seems to be the first time we have had a serious drink. In the past, you always asked me to lick the bottom of the bowl." As he was talking, He Nan had already placed a bowl on the tombstone. left front.
After saying a few words to himself, He Nan looked at the wine bowl in his hand and was silent for a long time, and finally said in a low voice: "Dad, I did it, you can have a bowl too."
The calm lake surface in the bowl suddenly burst into round waves of wine, and the bright white moon reflected in it was instantly dyed red bit by bit.
He Nan closed his eyes and drank the contents of the bowl, then put it aside. He opened his eyes and saw that the bowl of wine in front of He Ting's tomb was still full, with a look full of complaints.
"I've finished drinking, why are you still not talking?"
"Okay, I'll punish myself with three bowls."
He Nan filled three more bowls of wine, held the bowl with both hands and gently touched the bottom of the other person's bowl, and drank them all in one gulp.
"The punishment is over. This time, Dad, should you speak?" He Nan scratched his head and suddenly took the bag over as if he remembered something: "I almost forgot, how could I not drink while drinking?" Where are the food and drinks?”
The offerings that He Nan prepared for his relatives today were all in duplicate. One was already placed in front of his grandparents, and the other was what He Nan had been taking out. As he took it out, he said: "Bake the whole thing." Chicken, soy sauce beef, braised pig's trotters, boiled broad beans..." In a short while, there were more than ten kinds of dishes to go with the wine.
"Your son, I have limited physical strength, so I have prepared just a few things for you today. I will visit you again during the Chinese New Year, and then I will hire more people to pick out a table for you with a hundred single dishes and eight dishes. "
Seeing that the snacks he had prepared had been taken out, He Nan turned his head to the right of the tombstone: "Mom, don't worry about me and dad all the time. The fruits your son brought today are all your favorites. .”
After saying that, he started grabbing handfuls again: "Peaches, apricots, pears... and your favorite grapes. The grapes in August may be a bit raw, but your son, I will take care of the whole county." All the grapes are sold out!”
Since he left the county town for Bai Yujing five years ago, He Nan has never come back. Today, he is visiting his parents during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Naturally, he has a lot to say. After laughing maniacally for a few times, He Nan poured himself bowl after bowl of wine, and his voice began to sob.
"Dad, I have read all the sages' books you asked me to read! You did not teach me in vain, and I did not learn in vain. Your son went to the Shanhe Mansion, one of the best in the world, to study. The one who became my master was Li Chunli, whom you have always admired. Censor, now I have become an official and become a minister. Maybe in two years, my official position will be higher than yours!"
"Mom, you have been teaching me to make a fire and cook for myself since I was a child. You said that one day I would not be hungry even if you two were not around me. At that time, I ignored everything. Now at least I can cook for myself. Eat the noodles.”
"Dad, you always say that timidity is the legacy of our old He family, but you never imagined how timid your son is, right? General Hussar's nephew killed someone, and I handled the case. I held my head high and went to the Hongmen Banquet of the fifth prince of the dynasty, gritting my teeth and challenging the eldest son of the Cavalry General! In the end, I still forced myself to send that bastard to the guillotine. Do you think I can handle this? Isn’t it beautiful?”
"Mom, you always tell me to study hard and not to hang out with bad people, but you never expected that when I arrived in the capital, the people who helped each other all the time were brothers from various religions. My best My brother is a thief. Before I left the capital, he risked losing my head and bought me a very rare item - but this is a pipe. I guess you don't want to see me playing with this, so I won't give it to you. You saw it."
"Master has always taken good care of me. I guess if nothing happens, I will be his disciple. No, I am still burdened with the big things he entrusted to me!"
"The guys who came back to my hometown with me are also very nice people. Brother Yan is my sworn brother. His martial arts is very good and he can be regarded as a young talent. He also taught me an elegant light kung fu! Lao Wei used to be a soldier, but he was forced to desert because he offended someone. According to my guess, his brothers were killed, so we can be considered people of the same profession. Although Xiaoyu is the same age as me, She is still a little girl, but she is really pretty. If you two fall in love with her, I will work hard..."
"Father, mother, I remember our family's grudges. One day I will definitely..."
He Nan couldn't hold back the urge to drink a bowl just like that. He didn't know whether he was drunk or tired of crying. He threw himself in front of his parents' tombstones before the last half of the words were uttered. Passed out.
Humanity is:
Autumn and sadness are often guests together, the sky is cold and the sky is wide, and the wind and waves are bad. The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the clouds are locked thousands of miles away. I once remembered that it happened to be a good festival, and my thoughts were like torches, walking around the city.
Ten years have passed by like a horse, and it is difficult to rejoice in love and congratulate in scenery. The lonely tomb and desolate tomb are full of hatred. At this point, my heart is broken, tears and blood, who can I tell it to.
