Youyou Sanshengyue

"Zi said on the river: 'The dead are like a husband, never giving up day and night'. It is said that Confucius looked at the flowing river on the boat and remembered the passage of time..."

"Sir, class is over."

"Time flies, it is indeed like flowing water..."

"Sir! My mother is still waiting for me to go back to pick pigweed!"

The students yelled impatiently, and then Ming You walked out of the artistic conception of "the dead are like this".

He raised his eyes to see the blood-colored setting sun outside the window, and closed the book: "Class is over, it just rained, don't play and laugh on the road."

"Oh—go home!" The childish children immediately let go of their books and rushed out of the academy, only Xiaodouzi stood silently behind Mingyou holding a piece of red paper.Ming You put away the pen, ink, paper, inkstone and ruler, only to realize after turning around: "What's the matter, is there anything I don't understand?"

Xiaodouzi shyly handed him the red paper in her hand, and said: "My mother told me to tell my husband that my sister is so beautiful, a girl like a fairy, and she and my husband are a match made in heaven."

Ming You opened the red paper and saw, as expected, it was the girl's birth date, so she just thought it was funny: "What did your mother tell you?"

Xiaodouzi blinked her big innocent eyes and shook her head like a rattle drum. The two short buns on top of her head swayed very cutely in the air.Ming You stuffed the paper into his chubby little hands, and then patted his head: "Go back and tell your mother, it's not reliable to give me a daughter, and I have to save some energy to deal with you brats."

Today happens to be Ghost Festival.The sun was tired early, and his fat face was flushed and leaned lazily against Tianling Mountain.The mournful cry of the wild goose pierced through the thin clouds, shaking half of the sky into the vastness and emptiness.

Before it got dark, the streets of Tianling Village were empty.Looking around, there are empty shops with closed doors and windows and half green and half yellow leaves.Occasionally, one or two cats and dogs will come out, and they will be rushed home by the owner.You You walked with a bamboo basket in his hand on the gradually darkened street, and a cold wind blew his dark blue thin clothes.The red lanterns on the roadside restaurant were blown back and forth, and as they turned, a handsome and handsome young man's face appeared.He just stared at it obsessively, recalling the Lantern Festival 13 years ago, when the boy was still nestling in his arms with a bright red lantern, and the red light of the lantern painted the boy's fair face with an intoxicating rouge.

"Jia Ling..." Ming You muttered in ecstasy, with little candlelight flickering in her green eyes.

When an old woman closed the window, she saw him standing in the middle of the street, and raised a hoarse voice to remind him: "Mr. Green, it's getting dark today, go back quickly. It's Ghost Festival today, so don't go out." For good, you can't go to the woods in the mountains, there are goblins..."

Ming You bowed to the old woman, and when she closed the window, she walked straight towards the woods.When we arrived at the woods, it was already dark. In addition, the tall trees covering the sky in the forest couldn't see a little moonlight, and there was a cold air everywhere.He stopped in front of a stone tablet, raised his hand to brush off the weeds on the top of the tablet, raised his robe with one hand and knelt down on one knee, and took out a white jade jug, sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, and a few freshly picked sprigs from the basket with the other. chrysanthemum.After putting everything away, he took out a piece of paper from his sleeve.After pondering for a long time, I finally recited sadly: "Above the sky, on the top of Tianling, there is a newborn snow fox. Its color is as white as winter snow, and its eyes are as clear as autumn water; its lips are red without spots, and its body is graceful without cultivation. Passionate Smarter than Chu Yu on the lotus, clever and obedient to understand Fen Lang's mind. Such a beloved man is worthy of Confucianism and immortals, and enjoys the blessings of the heavens. It is conceivable, but how can I miss the love of the son and be indifferent and happy; sighing now, I can only chant mourning with the barren smoke and dry tomb Cool. Who can explain the madness of the emperor, but unexpectedly he is a scholar's skin, empty and full of vicissitudes. Mo Xiao's clothes are sour. Between pitches, it is unclear whether it is sadness, sigh, or sorrow. A piece of paper, the book is endless You can love, hate, and forget each other. Life and death are separated, and love and hate are always dependent. It is difficult to resist the loyalty of gold and stones, and the love of pearls and jade. Only a pot of turbid wine, early autumn cold chrysanthemums, and the things you like to eat in your life, to express your heart. Alas! Shangxiang."

After reading it, there was a lump in my throat, and I lit the fire and burned it.The fine paper ash quickly disappeared in the wind.

He wanted to leave after finishing the sacrifice, but he vaguely heard the sound of the piano coming from the depths of the forest, and he couldn't help but guess who was so emotional.Thinking about going back too early to face the empty thatched cottage, it is better to go and see what happened.

Walking to the end of the woods, there is a clear spring, without the shelter of trees, and the moon hangs round in the sky, casting cold moonlight all over the place.The gurgling sound of the water danced in the golden moonlight with the sound of the piano.

Sure enough, there was a person playing the piano by the spring.The man's back was facing Ming You, so he couldn't see his face, his black hair was softly attached to his slender waist like a spring, and his thin shoulders trembled slightly with the rhythm of the lake blue robe.

Min You was startled, that figure was too familiar!I think about it day and night, and I don't know how many times I have been tossed and turned in my dream.Did God really open his eyes and see his sincerity and bring the dead back to life?

"Jialing." He called softly.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.The violin player turned his face vigilantly, and saw Ming You's pair of firefly-like green eyes constantly approaching him.

Ming You stopped four or five steps away from him, and looked at him carefully.I saw his hair covering the left half of his face, only a small piece of the right half was exposed, and his golden eyes were staring at Ming You, as if warning him "One more step forward and you will die".

It turned out it wasn't Jialing.

You You's heartbeat was much slower, but she was indescribably disappointed.He thought, Jia Ling is dead, how can he still be in love with him, I am such a fool.

Slightly tidying up his clothes, returning to his usual humble smile, Ming You calmly bowed to the qin player: "Scholar Ming You, this room is polite." Seeing that the man didn't respond, he continued: "This is the teacher of Tianling Academy, Just now, I had no intention of mistaking the young master as an old man, and disturbing the young master's Yaxing, I hope you will forgive me."

The man withdrew his vigilant eyes and continued to play the piano as if no one else was there.Ming You didn't seem to want to leave, but just stood quietly beside him, looking slightly down at the black hair falling from the man's shoulder.Suddenly the breeze picked up, blowing away the curtain-like long hair, revealing a delicate and delicate face, the left eye that had been hidden all this time turned out to be a clear blue.

His right eye is golden yellow, but his left eye is a sad blue.There are really people with different eyes in the world!Ming You shakes her body in a daze, boldly looks directly at his exquisite facial features, and can't help but sigh secretly, there is a man more attractive than Jia Ling.

The man was very uncomfortable being stared at by You You, and accidentally broke a string with his fingers.

"Have you... seen enough?"

Ming You was not in a hurry to answer, she boldly stepped forward and twirled the broken string: "This is a high-quality ponytail, no wonder the sound of the piano is so clear and beautiful. Tomorrow I will bring a better one to compensate you, my lord, okay?"

"No need, I may not be able to come tomorrow." The man said coldly, his white fingers stuck out his embroidered wide sleeves and touched the silver collar around his neck.

"It's not necessarily possible, I will come to wait for you tomorrow." Ming You followed his hand and looked at the thick silver ring around his neck.The slender neck was pressed with a light red mark by the thumb-thick silver ring: "Young master is so delicate, you should wear something light and thin. This ring looks too heavy, it looks like shackles."

Hearing this, the man's face suddenly darkened, and he walked away with the piano, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Heh, goodbye." Ming You looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and Jia Ling's smile appeared faintly.

Did you send someone so similar to you because you feared that I would be alone?No, he's as cold as ice, he's not as caring as you, he even gave up his life for me.But you walked lightly, your soul flew away, and you didn't even leave me a thing to think about. It's really a sweet dream...

Thinking about it, the green eyes were a little watery.