Mahogany hairpin

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Ah Ruo woke up with his eyes open, and saw Mu Zhao leaning on the head of the bed for the first time, resting with his head tilted.The warm spring sun slanted on his face, leaving bright and dark shadows.Ah Ruo thought that he hadn't woken up yet, so he pinched himself hard, only to realize that he was not in a dream.He got up quickly and stared at Mu Zhao with piercing eyes.

Mu Zhao's eyelashes trembled slightly, he opened his eyes, and smiled slightly: "What are you looking at me for?"

Ah Ruo took it for granted: "Beautiful!"

Mu Zhao snorted and combed his messy hair for him, and went to replace it with a new peach blossom. "How about taking you to play today?"

Ah Ruo responded, and straightened the belt on the front of his shirt, but he couldn't do it anyway, and saw that Mu Zhao's back was facing him, his shoulders were trembling slightly, he didn't turn around for a long time, and walked over, calling him repeatedly.

Mu Zhao turned sideways, fastened the belt for him, and smiled as before.He stretched out his hand to cover Ah Ruo's eyes, and said, "Close your eyes."

Ah Ruo obeyed obediently, thinking why his hands were so cold today, and he must help him warm them up in the future.As soon as this thought came out, he suddenly felt as if he was riding a cloud, and his body was flying lightly.However, he kept in mind Mu Zhao's instructions and did not dare to open his eyes.

He didn't hear Mu Zhao's voice until he heard an indescribable fragrance from the tip of his nose: "Okay! Go."

Ah Ruo opened his eyes, and there were a lot of people in front of him, shouting and talking in a chaotic mess.An unprecedented fear gripped his heart, but he took a few steps back at a loss, and shrank behind Mu Zhao.

Mu Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he held him behind his back, and said repeatedly: "Don't be afraid." As he spoke, he walked forward with him.

A Ruo has a childish nature, and he got used to it after a while, wandering around every stall with joy, taking the ones he likes and leaving.

He had an osmanthus cake in his left hand and a candied haws in his right, and he couldn't fit it in his pocket, so he remembered Mr. Mu.Turning his head to look, Mu Jun walked behind him leisurely holding an umbrella, handing something to each stall owner.

Ah Ruo felt a little embarrassed, ran back and handed Mu Zhao his favorite candied haws: "Mr. Mu, eat!"

Mu Zhao was stunned for a moment: "For me?"

Ah Ruo nodded, and stuffed the candied haws into his hands.

Mu Zhao hesitated for a while, lowered his head, took a bite, and smiled with narrowed eyes: "It turns out that candied haws taste like this."

Seeing his appearance, A Ruo felt sore for some reason.He firmly held Mu Jun's hand: "From now on, we will eat together!"

Mu Zhao was facing the sun, his expression could not be seen clearly under the shadow: "Okay, from now on..." He paused and said, "We will eat together from now on."

After lunch, Ah Ruo saw someone beside him.The man always looked at him with strange eyes, Ah Ruo didn't dare to say anything, and silently held Mu Jun.The man's eyes were even more strange.

"I'll take you to swim in the lake later, okay?" Mu Zhao said.

Before Ah Ruo could respond, the man hummed vigorously a few times.

"The sun is just right today, and the lake and mountains must be extremely beautiful."

"Hum hum!"

"A Liu, don't make trouble." Mu Zhao turned to look at him, pleading in his tone.

Ah Ruo watched them secretly, not knowing what was going on.The one named A Liu flung his sleeves and ran away after being told, but obediently followed after a while and punted at the stern of the boat.

In early spring, there are many tourists by the lake.Mu Zhao and A Ruo lay side by side in the cabin.The slow flowing water gently rocks the boat, and when you open your eyes, the sky is full of stars.Liu Sheng abandoned the oars and let the boat drift by himself. He sat alone in the stern, took out his wooden flute, and quietly played a tune.

Ah Ruo never felt that a day could be so short, he stretched out his hand towards the sky, Mu Zhao saw his movement, and shook his hand.Ah Ruo only felt the wind blowing through his fingertips, Wan Xing was within reach.

Mu Zhao propped his head up and looked at him with a smile, then sat up, and stretched out his fists in front of him: "Ah Ruo, guess which of my hands has something in it."

Ah Ruodang played with him as usual, turned his head, thought for a while, and nodded his hand hesitantly.

Mu Zhao spread out his hand, and a light red bead was lying there: "You guessed it right. Ah Ruo, I'll eat it for you."

Ah Ruo didn't doubt that there was him, took it and put it in his mouth, only to feel that his mouth was full of fragrance.Warmth welled up from the feet to the whole body, bursts of tiredness hit, A Ruo dazedly grabbed Mu Zhao, didn't know what he said, only remembered Mu Jun's hazy smiling face, gentle as before.

That was the last time he saw Mu Jun.

The sound of the stern flute sounded again, like weeping and complaining, the sobs couldn't make a tune.

六

After many years, the people from the other courtyard came out for the first time.

The servant who changed the lunch box looked at the nominal eldest son of the Wang family in surprise, and saw that he was dressed plainly and neatly, his long hair was tied up with a mahogany hairpin, and his expression was strangely calm.

The servant felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it, and was about to make fun of it like in the past, when Wang Ruo looked at it neither humble nor overbearing: "Is daddy in the mansion?"

What kind of look is that?It's like waking up overnight and seeing through the world of mortals, and it's like going through the wind and frost after a hundred disasters.The servant shivered, and a thought couldn't help but come to mind - the Wang family... I'm afraid the sky is about to change.

In the "Wang Ruo Zhuan" written by later generations, it is written: ...Wang Ruo got the help of God, and later he was very smart.Father Wang tested it with four books and five classics, and he recited it fluently.Order him to write a composition, and write like a god.The whole government is surprised.After winning three yuan in a row, the emperor waited with favor.If the red robe is added to the body, it will be returned on a tall horse.Everyone in the Wang residence is respectful.Wang came with her son and dared not look directly at him.Respect but not intimacy.

If the official is clean and honest, the person is the most simple.I often live in a side courtyard, toasting to drink alone, and muttering to myself.The servant said that his insanity has not changed.He never married in his life.Ji Xun, dressed in commoner clothes, holds a hairpin in his hand.When the coffin left Beijing, the people blocked the way and cried, and followed each other for several miles.

end

There are many things in the previous dynasty, but they pass away with the flow.The peach blossoms outside the window withered and bloomed again, and it was another spring.

"This is the end of "The Story of the Wooden Hairpin." The storyteller slapped the gavel and bowed his hands in salute.

Only then did the listener wake up from a dream, and left reluctantly.

The storyteller did not leave in a hurry.He took advantage of the situation and sat down, flipping through the "Wooden Hairpin Story" next to his hand.This book jokingly talks about the story of an unworldly genius in the previous dynasty and a peach hairpin. Although it is made up indiscriminately, it is quite interesting.For example, the last chapter wrote: "...Wang Ruo handed a wooden twig to his close friend Liu Sheng, and asked him to be buried with him after his death. Liu Sheng looked at it, and saw that it was full of playthings, and the color was old. Several peach branches were in the On it, it looks like the wind blows it away. A corner of the yellowed paper emerges from the peach branches, and there is a word "Peach".

The storyteller was fascinated by it, and suddenly raised his head, and saw a young man standing at the door, plain clothes and black hair, his expression was indistinguishable.He was startled in horror, and rubbed his eyes to look again - what kind of young man is he, but a boy with a slender hair.That child has delicate features, and is dressed in gold and silver. At first glance, he looks like a son of a rich family.

The storyteller laughed to himself that he was obsessed with reading, so he put down the book and wanted to ask questions.However, he took a closer look and saw that the child's expression was dull, his eyes were fixed and he didn't know where to look, he was afraid that he was an idiot.

He was secretly thinking that it was a pity, when a voice came from beside him: "My lord, please let me find it easier."

The boy who ran over was wearing a rough and short brown coat, but he couldn't hide his wit.The young man smiled apologetically, revealing his little pear nest, picked up the young master and walked out.

The little boy lay on his shoulders, pulling the hair by his ear.He wasn't annoyed either, he just smiled lightly: "My lord, don't make trouble."

The breeze blows off the peach blossoms and floats off their shoulders.The storyteller stared blankly, even though he was usually eloquent, he did not express what was in his mind at the moment.

Behind him, a young listener sitting in the corner got up, turned the "Wooden Hairpin" on the table to the end, and added a sentence with a willow branch that he didn't know where to fold——

The scholar sees the peach blossom from afar, but it is an unresolved fate in the previous life.