Tea fragrance overflowing [reverse wear]

Huo Zheng felt that a layer of tulle was covered in front of his eyes, his whole body seemed to be filled with mercury, and he couldn't move.

He seemed to be able to hear many people shouting anxiously, but all the voices were separated by a layer of water mist, so he couldn't hear clearly.His memory still stays on the headlights that shot straight at Li Yunshu. In the gray rainstorm, the headlights seemed to be howling death, which made him tremble with fear.

He seems to have protected the young man beside him?

Huo Zheng really didn't remember.

He just felt as if thousands of thin needles were pricking and stabbing gently in his head, making his consciousness more and more hazy and floating.

……

Huo Zheng was awakened by a shout of joy.

I saw a little girl excitedly running out of an antique room, and said excitedly: "My lord, my wife gave birth! It's the young master! It's the young master!!!"

Huo Zheng's originally unclear consciousness was suddenly awakened by that sweet voice. He stared blankly at the group of people in front of him, and saw that they were all dressed in complicated clothes, some were brown official robes, some were Confucian uniforms, and there were quite a few of them. People dressed as maids and servants gathered together in the garden like this, which made Huo Zheng's eyes wide open.

This is……

"Young master tossed and tossed all night to come out, he must be a big fat boy!"

"Isn't that right, the old lady was so excited!"

……

Huo Zheng looked at the two little girls passing by wearing his own body, his complexion gradually turned cold, his expression was inexplicable.

Next, there is an aimless drift.Huo Zheng's body could only be confined to this small mansion, he could go anywhere in the mansion, but he could never leave the gate with "Chu Mansion" engraved on it.So, after many attempts, Huo Zheng gave up temporarily.

He was not in a hurry, he just looked at this thriving mansion indifferently.

Everything, maybe just a dream, just a dream that needs time to delay.

But this dream...was too frighteningly real.

"Brother Yuan, Brother Yuan, don't run around, Madam is worried!" The sweet-looking maid smiled and picked up a beautiful and cute little boy. She started walking from the garden back to the back room and said, "Brother Yuan!" , Madame's health...is not very good recently, you should spend more time with your mother, you know?"

Huo Zheng looked at the cute-looking child and nodded obediently. Looking at the brilliance in the child's eyes, he couldn't help but want to take a few more glances, but he could only pass through their bodies.Huo Zheng frowned, feeling a little lost, and suddenly saw the child giggling, looking at him and blinking non-stop.

Huo Zheng was shocked all over, and then he saw the child being carried into the back room while dancing towards him.

An impossible guess suddenly appeared in Huo Zheng's heart: He...can see me?

But this unrealistic idea only appeared for a moment, Huo Zheng shook his head, and didn't think about it anymore.He's been here, for... three years, right?

Seeing that this mansion is becoming more and more prosperous, it seems that it is getting more and more favored by the current emperor, even the size of the mansion has more than doubled.The emperor of this dynasty even gave the young master of the Chu Mansion the name Shaomo. Huo Zheng also understood that this was a supreme honor, but that night when the Chu Mansion held a celebration banquet, he was floating in midair. on, in silence.

Prosperity is bound to decline, he had a faint feeling of bad premonition.

And this premonition, the fact that he has been here for the fifth year, has finally lifted the tip of the iceberg.

It was just after winter and before spring appeared, the weather turned warm and cold, and the whole Chu Mansion was immersed in the sound of mournful crying.The white enveloped the entire mansion, making it so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

After giving birth to the eldest young master of the Chu family, the wife of the head of the Chu family had trouble recuperating her body, and finally died of illness after three years of panting.

Huo Zheng looked at the mourning hall, everyone was crying and choking whether it was true or not, his gaze was suddenly attracted by the child sitting at the front.I saw that the child who was still young and didn't understand anything seemed to want to giggle, but the people around him kept crying, which made him not know whether to cry or laugh.

Seeing that he was about to cry out of sadness, for some reason, Huo Zheng suddenly felt a pain in his heart, couldn't help but floated forward, and stopped in front of the child.

"Eh... eh... brother?"

Although he was only three years old, the child had already spoken clearly, but his weak voice was covered by the crying in the entire mourning hall, only Huo Zheng could hear it.He saw that he couldn't help but reached out and touched the child's head, but it passed through him. Finally, Huo Zheng sighed in his heart and didn't say any more.

This child always made him feel an inexplicable distress, as if he couldn't bear to see him sad, and he couldn't bear to see him get hurt.

Huo Zheng guessed that probably because he watched the child grow up, that's why he felt reluctance.

In the following days, Huo Zheng watched this child who was supposed to be innocent and brilliant slowly mature.

He is very smart. He recited poetry and books at the age of three, but he was successful in calligraphy at the age of eight or nine. He also had an outstanding talent in Go.What's more, Qinggong, the most famous contemporary Confucianist, served as his cultural teacher, so that he was only twelve years old, and he was famous all over Chang'an, and won the title of Chang'an's number one talented scholar.

Chu Shaomo is really a mythical figure.

But watching the child grow up slowly, Huo Zheng couldn't be happier.

First, it was because the child had never seen himself since he was three years old, and he was too young at that time, as if he didn't even remember the existence of himself.

This second...

It was he and Yun Shu who looked more and more like each other.

When he was young, he couldn't tell, but when he was a teenager, Huo Zheng was horrified to find that this child was five or six points similar to Yun Shu.If there is any difference, it's just that the eyebrows are more refined, with the brilliance of a teenager, and they don't know how to restrain themselves.

Huo Zheng saw that Chu Shaomo was praised by the emperor for his good handwriting when he was 14 years old, and he was bestowed with the name "Chu Ti".I also looked at Chu Shaomo's amazing talent and beauty, and his fame topped the world.Looking at the words that already had their own character, Huo Zheng had a vague guess in his heart, but he didn't dare to confirm it.

This word is too familiar, so familiar... that he can't believe it.

By the time the child was 15 years old, he had already become famous all over the world, and his whole body was like a sword drawn from its sheath, with a fierce aura all over his body.This radiant prominence seemed to make Chu's father, who had become the current prime minister, feel a little uneasy, so just after his 15th birthday, Chu Shaomo was ordered by his father to go abroad to study.

Before leaving, Huo Zheng watched this handsome young man kneeling in front of his teacher and father.That Wen Qinggong gave a few instructions, and then said: "Shaomo, you are too old, and you are going to travel far away. I know your ability as a teacher, but you must remember that you should not underestimate others when you are outside. Know how to be cautious in words and deeds. There is nothing to give you as a teacher, so let me use my old face as a teacher to give you a word."

The boy happily said again and again: "Thank you teacher for giving me the words!"

But saw that Wen Qinggong stroked his beard and said: "You are too flamboyant and too dazzling. You need to know that no matter how bright the sun is, there will always be night. You have to learn from the clouds in the sky that day, knowing reunion and alienation. You call... …Let’s be cloudy.”

This word obviously does not congratulate the child on his success, but rather to suppress the child's brilliance.But at this moment, Huo Zheng couldn't think of that much. He looked at the child's excited appearance in shock, and for some reason, suddenly...he met the young man who had been hidden in his heart for many years.

When they laughed, they really looked alike, except that this child was a little more handsome.

Is it...

For the next three years, Huo Zheng never saw that child again.Just when Chu Shaomo was about to leave the house, Huo Zheng anxiously wanted to chase him out and follow him, but he was locked in the gate of the Chu family by the invisible shackles, and he could never leave.

For these three years, Huo Zheng didn't know how he spent them. Time passed by in a dawdling manner.

When he saw that Chu Shaomo, who had already grown into a young man, appeared at the gate of the Chu family again, Huo Zheng couldn't help but yelled out, but was still frightened by himself in the end.

He called... Yun Shu.

In the past three years, it was like a whetstone, polishing the brilliant light of Chu Shaomo's body so that it could no longer be seen, but the sharpness was hidden, like a piece of thick precious jade, with restrained elegance and still brilliance.

Huo Zheng watched Chu Shaomo fall in love with tea.

His study has always been filled with all kinds of elegant things, such as Guqin, chess board, book case, and now there is a sea of ​​tea.

Chu Shaomo would sit in front of the sea of ​​tea for a while every day, tasting tea with the contemporary tea sage he met while traveling abroad.His facial features became more and more open, and his shape was gradually fixed, and it became more and more like... the appearance in Huo Zheng's mind.

There are about seven or eight points of resemblance, but this face belonging to Chu Shaomo is more detailed and beautiful, as if every stroke is drawn by the heavens most quietly, it is so eye-catching that people can't turn their eyes away.

"Teacher, do you really want to leave?"

"Chang'an is not my tea ceremony after all, but Yun Shu, where is your tea ceremony...?"

"Teacher, there is absolutely no possibility for me to leave the Chu family, why should you..."

"Yun Shu, as long as you shed the blood of the Chu family, you will never be able to truly devote yourself to the tea ceremony. You have your own responsibilities and obligations, and you cannot escape or break free. It is fate to meet you. I met you because of a pot of Longjing on the banks of the West Lake, so now when we are parting, I will also pour you a pot of Longjing as farewell."

……

The old man named Lu Tian left Chu's house the next day. Huo Zheng looked at Chu Shaomo and looked at the sea of ​​tea with a disappointed expression for a whole day. It was not until the lamp was added that he slowly turned his head to look into the house. There was an inextricable darkness, as if he was talking to himself: "I really... can't live without... can't live without..."

Huo Zheng slowly narrowed his eyes, a hint of distress appeared in his eyes.

Next, Chu Shaomo began to end.

With his knowledge and talent, it seems to be a matter of course that he won the first prize in the Sanyuan Lian, and no one in the world doubts it.But Huo Zheng knew that for these years, he watched this young man study hard every night with the lamp on, and he couldn't even sleep well.

Yes, he has talent, but he is working harder.

Being able to get the current status is not just a "due to talent" can be summed up.

For the sake of the Chu family, this child has matured precociously since he was a child. At first, he studied hard just to get a compliment from his father, but later... it was even more for the flourishing Chu family.He wanted to make the emperor fearful, and he wanted the Chu family to have a successor.

Just for this responsibility, Chu Shaomo never touched the tea set after Lu Tian left.The tea set seemed to be gathering dust in the corner, and Chu Shaomo never looked at it again.There were more and more smiles on that face similar to Li Yunshu's, but they could no longer touch his eyes.

The burden on his shoulders was too heavy, and he had to shoulder too many responsibilities. Although he was only twenty, yet he already had to bear the maturity that did not belong to him, Chu Shaomo... finally fell down.

Even if it is a myth, there should be times when it collapses, even if it is Chu Shaomo, there will be times when it will be weak.

Huo Zheng used his hands to carefully paint the young man's beautiful and burning eyebrows every day, but he couldn't stop the blood on this face from getting less and less, and it became weaker and weaker.On a cold and windy afternoon in winter, Chu Shaomo suddenly got up from the bed in good spirits, walked to the plum tree in the courtyard by himself, and looked up at the flowers.

The color of the flower was so dazzlingly red that it set off the young master's pale skin even more bloodless.

Huo Zheng stood beside him, watching quietly.

Suddenly, a low laugh sounded: "You are probably... still here?"

Huo Zheng's heart shuddered suddenly.

"Everyone in the world knows that the son of the Chu family can read at the age of three, so how could he not know... I have a photographic memory?"

Huo Zheng's heart brightened, his throat was dry and he wanted to speak, but suddenly realized that this young man could no longer see himself, nor could he hear his own voice.

"But, I really forgot. I forgot what you look like, and what kind of person you are. Are you a woman? Or a man? Cough..." Chu Shaomo suddenly raised his hand and coughed for a long time , and then continued to smile and said: "It was the first time I saw you under this plum blossom tree, so I will give you a name too, and it will be called... Meiluo?"

As if frightened by his ability to choose a name, Chu Shaomo said with a low smile: "You and I are considered to be a little destined, maybe I can see you tonight... If you are a woman, the two of us It's a good story to be together. These years, your existence has been in my heart for too long, and I never dared to say it. When I was dying, I finally dared to let go of this strange power. The matter is spoken."

Huo Zheng's eye sockets gradually became wet.

After all, he couldn't help but say: "You are Chu Shaomo, Mr. Yunshu. You have great plans to accomplish, and you will not fall here, no, never."

But Chu Shaomo couldn't hear a word of his words.

Chu Shaomo smiled softly: "Why don't we turn into a pair of desperate mandarin ducks after I die, and if I marry you, it can be counted as a reward for you crying for me in the mother's mourning hall? It is said in the world that there is cause and effect. I owe you a karma, and I will definitely repay you in the next life. I just don’t know if you like the name of Mei Luo.”

Huo Zheng was dumb, for a long time, his thin lips curled slightly: "I like it. It's just...you seem to have forgotten."

But Chu Shaomo suddenly sighed, and said: "It's still a dream of mine. There are no ghosts and gods in the world, but it's just a dream. Cough cough...cough cough cough..."

Big mouthfuls of blood suddenly coughed up from Chu Shaomo's throat. Huo Zheng watched in horror as the young man coughed and bent over slowly, and then slowly fell to the ground where the plum blossoms fell. Yan dyed more dazzling.

I don't know how long it took, Huo Zheng was already so anxious that his hands and feet were intertwined. After another half hour, the maid who came to deliver the medicine suddenly found Chu Shaomo lying in the courtyard.Then, it was consultation with the imperial doctor, the lights in the Chu Mansion were on all night, and finally... went off again.

After looking at the young man's finally closed eyes, Huo Zheng finally couldn't hold back his tears.

That night, the plum blossoms in the courtyard of the Chu Mansion fell all over the ground.

After all, it couldn't be stopped, a figure like a banished fairy, left forever.

Five years later, Prime Minister Chu filled his pockets and was demoted to the rank of a commoner.

Ten years later, the former first son of Chang'an was forever buried in dust, and no one mentioned it again.

There are only a few records in the history books: Shaomo of the Chu family, styled Yunshu, born in the third year of Hongwu, died in the sixth year of Jiazheng, and the number one scholar in the fourth year of Zhaoxing.

Just these few strokes were eventually scratched off with a brush by the emperor before he died, and there was no trace left.

Huo Zheng clenched his fingers angrily, and could only watch helplessly as everything happened, irreparable.

he thinks......

gone back......