smile to heart

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half a month later.

Outside the cloud house, the grass is fresh green, the flowers are beautiful, and the spring is more intense.

As soon as He Yinbai pushed open the courtyard door, he saw that there was still a fruit basket at the door, and he couldn't help but wondered: "Hey, Master, someone came to deliver fruit again this morning...and cherries."

He excitedly picked up the fruit basket, walked into the room with a smile, and talked about it with Mu Yun.

At this time, a hunched figure slowly followed into the courtyard, covertly sweeping the dead leaves on the ground under the porch, and listened to the familiar voice inside the house.

"I don't know who has such a heart, and sends so many fresh fruits every other day..."

Mu Yun under the bookshelf paused for incense, raised his eyes and said, "Perhaps it was sent by the second sister. If you like it, take it away."

He Yinbai paused and shook his head: "That's not okay. Aunt Shi will scold me if she finds out. And Master, this fruit is really sweet, why don't you taste a single one..."

Mu Yun's fingertips paused as he tidied up the books, his eyes drooped, and his tone was flat: "I...can't taste the sweetness."

He Yinbai, who was chattering by the side, suddenly looked embarrassed, and apologized again and again: "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Master, I forgot that you can't taste sweet..."

Mu Yun shook his head lightly, just as he was about to forgive, He Yinbai stepped forward to dust off the bookshelf next to him, and said with a smile, "Master, I'll clean it up for you, don't be angry with me."

He Yinbai was kind enough to help him tidy up the rows of bookshelves, but he accidentally bumped into a hanging painting by the wall, and before he could catch it, the hanging painting fell to the ground with a "slap" , the scroll swished away, revealing the face of the person on the painting... He Yinbai stared at it in a daze, and in a daze, with a pair of anxious hands, he quickly picked up the portrait on the ground and held it in his arms , silently turned his back to him, and walked towards the window.

"Master, Master, I, I didn't mean to..."

Seeing that Mu Yun cared so much about the portrait in his hand, He Yinbai was astonished and even more guilty.

"Go out...I'll do the little things myself."

"Oh."

He Yinbai lowered his head, responded sullenly, and hurried out in shame.

As soon as he came out of the cloud room, he accidentally bumped into an old man sweeping the floor. He Yinbai exclaimed, and hurried to help him: "Hey, old man, old man, I'm sorry, I just lost my mind and didn't see you..."

After being hit like this, Qi finally recovered from his trance. Although he had already disguised himself tightly, he still subconsciously blocked it with his sleeves, avoiding He Yinbai's greetings, and did not make a sound.

He Yinbai said strangely: "Uh...you, you can't be..."

Hearing this, Qi Zhong followed his guess, hunched over, and nodded heavily: "Uh, uh uh..."

"Are you really dumb?" He Yinbai muttered in a low voice, and said embarrassedly, "Then I was really reckless just now, didn't I hurt you?"

"..." Qi Zhong lowered his head and shook his head vaguely.

He Yinbai reminded again: "Oh right, dumb uncle, why did you sweep the floor outside the Yunfang? My master usually lives here alone and doesn't like to be served by others. Did you sweep the wrong place?"

Faintly feeling the danger of being exposed, Qi Zhong panicked, closed his lips without answering, dragged the broom, and left quickly, without answering He Yinbai's question at all.

Staying where he was, he was even more puzzled: "This...why is this person so strange? It seems like I haven't seen him before..."

After escaping from the courtyard, Qi Zhong hurriedly turned into a remote deserted path, leaning against a rosebush under the wall helplessly, and slowly slid on the ground, his eyes were sore, and his heart ached even more.

The figure of the old man is right in front of his eyes, but he is no longer qualified to recognize him.After learning the truth from Mu Yin that day, the guilt in his heart was deeper than before.He was unwilling to let him be strangers to that person from now on, but he didn't dare to bother him again.

……

In the dead of night, there is another basket of brilliant mountain flowers by the window of Yunfang, which is clear and fragrant.

A pair of eyes left the window sill, and after Qi Zhong placed the flowers and plants to calm the nerves, he was ready to leave quietly.At this time, a candle was suddenly lit in the room, which made him hide behind the pillars and wait and see. He mistakenly thought that his movements were not quiet enough, and disturbed the light sleepers in the room, and he blamed himself for a while.

The cloud room was gently opened, and a figure in a single shirt leisurely stepped out of the threshold, looking slightly tired due to recent insomnia.

Mu Yun suddenly smelled the fragrance of flowers, looked sideways, saw the flower basket placed by the window, paused in his heart, turned around in a daze, collected his expression, walked to the stone table under the eaves, and sat quietly.

While meditating, the old tree in the corner was blown down by the night wind with thousands of dots of tung blossoms, white in the powder, sprinkled on his Tsing Yi, and fell all over the table, but he was still in a daze and did not brush it off.

Seeing the hazy figure in a lamplight, Qi Zhong stared at him in a corner not far away, his eyes were sore, silently weeping, a longing heart seemed to be tightly grasped to death by the helpless hand of fate, which made him feel timid because of emotion. step, dare not move forward.

After a while, He Yinbai just came.Qi Zhong subconsciously hid in the deeper darkness, wiped his tears for a moment, then looked back, but he couldn't see the person, let alone what the two of them said.

He still looked at Mu Yun's back with attachment, feeling ashamed and silent.

Suddenly, under the dim eaves lamp, thin white fingers lightly knocked open the red cloth on the pottery pot, and stared at the contents hesitantly. Pick them out one by one and put them on the stone table.

Qi Zhong stood a little far away, and eager to know what was in the jar, he couldn't help but move quietly, wanting to take a closer look.

Suddenly, He Yinbai, who had left, came back again, breaking his illusion.

"Master, all the white clay pots you asked me to carry for you are here."

Mu Yun smiled lightly: "It's time to work."

"Don't work, don't work. Disciples should do what the master tells you."

He Yinbai smiled happily, faintly proud of being praised by Mu Yun.He had nothing to do and wanted to stay with Mu Yun for a while. He looked down and saw a pair of hands busy counting, and asked curiously: "Master, you, what are you doing? There are so many red beans in the jar, it's you." Did you save it?"

The outsider's unintentional remark made Qi Zhong in the corner's head explode, his heartstrings were cut suddenly, and tears fell from his already dry eyes.

The phrase "save red beans" brought back the past scenes in his heart, and suddenly recalled the words he said to him when he traveled with Mu Yun in Dijiang in those years.Looking at his expression at that time, Qi Zhong still felt that the other party was puzzled and didn't believe this touching story.

Now, seeing this scene again, Qi Zhong's heart ached even tighter, and he choked up and whispered: "Don't you believe it? Why do you want to save?"

……

Mu Yun woke up from the memory, and he hummed sadly when faced with He Yinbai's curious question.

"Then, what is the meaning of saving red beans?"

Mu Yun paused with his fingertips, lowered his eyebrows and replied: "Because someone once told me that on the day when you are separated from your beloved, if you can't find him, you can save red beans in the jar, save and save... beloved will be back."

He Yinbai was dumbfounded, there was too much information hidden in a paragraph, he swallowed in shock, and stammered: "Then, then, Master, you, did you save these red beans for... Mistress? "

Mu Yun's heart trembled slightly, and his fair fingers touched the edge of the jar feebly. After a moment of stopping, he retracted in disappointment: "Don't save it, don't save it..."

He Yinbai was overjoyed, and asked anxiously, "Why don't you save? Is the teacher already back?"

Mu Yun lowered his eyes silently, and didn't turn back to him directly. He stood up and said, "You can throw away all of these."

He Yinbai widened his eyes at a loss, and said regretfully, "Ah? Why? Master, these jars contain red beans that you have saved for nine years, and you even protect them with spiritual power every day, every day, and every month to prevent them from going moldy and spoiling. Are you going to throw it away now?"

Mu Yun left without hesitation, turned his back to him, saddened, and whispered: "He will not come back."

"despair--"

Hearing this, a red bean held by He Yinbai's fingertips fell to the ground in panic, as clear as the sound of a teardrop falling into the dust from the person in the corner.

The light under the eaves was cool, a few moths fluttered and flickered, and the door of the cloud room was closed again.

It was cold all around, and He Yinbai didn't bother Mu Yun to rest anymore. According to his request, he walked out of the eaves with a few cans of red beans in his arms, and walked far away from under the galaxy.

Qi Zhong clenched his fists and chased after him unwillingly. Outside the courtyard, he saw He Yinbai dug a small deep pit and buried more than 3000 red beans full of the old man's longings and injuries for many years. In the mud, the sun never sees again.

From then on, the deep lovesickness can be uprooted, and there will be no more regrets.

He Yinbai shook his head regretfully and left helplessly.

Qi Zhong stepped forward quickly, picked up the soil with his bare hands, picked up countless red beans cherished one by one, held them in his arms, and wept with regret.

×

As usual, Qi Zhong eagerly came to Yunfang to wait and see.

The day before yesterday, Qi Zhong saw that Mu Yun tasted two mouthfuls of the chestnut cake that He Yinbai handed over. He was overjoyed at the time. Since he doesn't like melons and fruits, he should send him some fried chestnuts with sugar. The sweeter the better.

After getting along for many years, Qi Zhong still remembered Mu Yun's few hobbies in food, and he was not even picky, so he cherished this opportunity very much, which would give him a new chance to make up for it.

While he was away, he sneaked into the cloud room, intending to put down the chestnuts and leave, but as soon as he entered the room, seeing the familiar scenery back then, Qi Zhong stopped immediately, reluctantly wandering.

The light in the room was dim, not as bright as it was back then, and the nameless desertedness was even worse.

Only the bookshelf has been specially taken care of, which is a little brand new.Qi Zhong walked towards those boring bibliographies again, looking at them one by one, as if the person's gesture of picking up the book was right in front of him.

Suddenly, he saw a piece of thin paper stuck between the book gaps at the end of the second row, and the corner was unintentionally exposed.So he freed his hands to deal with it, but accidentally brought out many envelopes and scattered them all over the place.

In a panic, Qi Zhong hurriedly squatted down to pick it up, wondering in his heart: Who will Mu Yun write so many letters to in these years?

With an inexplicable stab in his heart, Qi Zhong tremblingly turned over the front of the letter, but he didn't see the name of the recipient, but each letter was completely sealed with red wax.By accident, Qi Zhong gently opened a letter, pulled out the letter paper inside, his eyes sank, and he read it nervously:

"Floating flowers,

It is difficult to return to the flourishing branches.

Carrying the current year,

Never seen again in life.

Flowers, moonlight, and dust before the shadows,

Yuelao weaves the afterlife in his dream.

……"【1】

"Uh……"

He clenched the letter paper in his hand in astonishment, mourning in his heart.It turned out that these letters were written to myself.

It turned out that the content of the letter was a love letter written by an old friend to him.

Qi Zhong was at a loss, recalling that he used to laugh at Mu Yun for not knowing the love poems in the storybook, but he never expected that the other party had written so many deep and fresh words of lovesickness in the past nine years, like years of pain and nostalgia , All turned into exhortations to myself.

If there is no reunion in this life, will he always beg for the next life in Yuelao's dream?

Qi Zhong didn't dare to read any more, tidied it up against his will, and gently put it back on the back of the bookshelf, only to find that there was still a bunch of moldy candied haws hidden under the ten thousand letters, tightly wrapped in oiled paper, as if it had been treasured by someone. many years……

He was stunned, recalling that in the streets of Cangzhou, he casually gave each other a bunch of candied haws, obviously everyone had them at that time, but this person was reluctant to eat it, and wanted to hide the candy instead...

Turning around the bookshelf, Qi Zhong saw the Moonlight Qin placed on the desk, brushed it lightly, and his fingers were covered with wisps of dust... On the desk, there were a few pieces of scribbled manuscript paper, the inkstone was missing a piece, and the pen was missing. It is old, the ink is old, and everything seems to have not been added for a long time.

A feeling that seemed to have passed away came out of his heart, Qi Zhong held onto the edge of the table, feeling slightly dizzy, and suddenly sad: "Mu Yun, these years, broken tripods, sick pianos, lack of inkstones and paper... Is this how you live?"

Suddenly, he turned his head and saw a scrolled portrait hanging on the east wall.Taking a step forward, he gently pulled the tether away, and the scroll unfolded slowly. The moment he saw it, Qi Zhong was even more trembling.

The person in the portrait is also himself, but it was the time when the two met for no reason under the Luanyang pine forest. After many years, it turned out that Mu Yun had already recognized his disguise.

Qi Zhongyin's palms were sweaty, and he wanted to put away the painting in a panic. Suddenly, a tall figure appeared at the door, blocking the light and casting a shadow behind him.

After staying for a long time, he forgot to leave earlier, and now that the owner of the house came back, Qi was nervous and afraid, and did not dare to turn around to face Mu Yun.

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[[-]] It is made up, if there is any similarity, it is purely a coincidence of words in ancient poems.