Not far from the county town to Guojia Village, if you ride a horse, you won’t need to do it for half an hour.Sitting on the undulating horse's back, Zhao Mingche couldn't help but hope that this mountain road would be longer.
He went to say goodbye. When the letter came from his home, he could no longer continue to stay in this peaceful small town.
Maybe it was because he was destined to be destined. Just when he was still hesitating whether to tell her about leaving and when should he tell her, she asked someone to send her a message.
Last time?Zhao Mingche looked at the middle-aged woman in a floral blue cloth shirt in front of her in confusion, Auntie, why is this?
The woman seemed a little cramped: Master, I'm really embarrassed, I don't know, but... She hesitated for a moment, and heard from my Dani that Wei's house was cleaning up...
His heart was thrilled, first surprised by this guess, and then because of that name.
He knew who the woman said Wei was. Since she agreed to cooperate with her, several times, the one who came to the city to deliver medicinal materials was a tall and strong man.
The man claimed his surname was Wei. At first he thought it was her brother. It was not until once she entered the city that Zhao Mingcheng accidentally mentioned it before he heard the girl say softly: That's not my brother.
If you are not your brother, who is it?What is the relationship between her and him?
This question lingers in Zhao Mingche's mind. He wanted to ask it countless times, but he swallowed it back in the end.
That was an obvious answer. He thought he didn't understand, so he didn't ask.
Everything was very dull after that. She would occasionally go to the city and most of the time she would go to deliver medicinal materials to the county government.
They would say a few words, and sometimes Zhao Mingche could even invite her to have a cup of tea.
But that's all, that's enough.
Since childhood, Zhao Mingche has not been a competitive person. There are many brothers and sisters in the family, not only his father, but also his mother, but also his biological son.
So he was used to being quiet, neither the eldest son who needed to shoulder the family business nor the youngest son who everyone loved. It was so quiet, which was great.
The only time he was restless in his life was probably leaving home and escaping from the marriage he didn't like.
Life in Taiping County is very comfortable. He is used to such a life, and is indifferent to the world and has no trouble.
Perhaps, this is also the reason why he missed her in the end.
His courage was exhausted when he left home. He knew that he would go back with just one letter, and even if he didn't like it, he would still obediently put on the shackles.
But, since you have accepted your fate, why do you still have to be obsessed with saying goodbye?Zhao Mingche couldn't even understand what he was thinking, so he told himself to take a look and just take a look.
He had been waiting for that glance for a long time, and when his dream came true, he didn't seem to be so excited.
Zhao Mingche was led into the house by a little boy, and the girl smiled on her lips, and the tall man stood behind her, guarding her without leaving her.
He suddenly felt relieved, and the world was filled with flowing water, and it was a dream of life.
Zhubu Zhao, I don’t know where you are...
Before the girl could finish her words, he interrupted with a smile: I will set off soon and return home, meet my wife, and say goodbye.
On the way he came, he had many words to say and many things he wanted to do, but those things were no longer important.
He suddenly realized that he just wanted to realize a dream, a dream that would make him regenerate courage.But that is ultimately something that can only be achieved by himself, a dream that can only be realized by himself.
Go home?
The girl was stunned and heard him say again: I believe you have heard about Huainan Prefecture, and there are also chaos in Huainan. If you want to leave Ning'an, please be as soon as possible.As he said that, he stood up and gave a deep salute to Yao Ji. He said goodbye.
At some point, the sky became cloudy, and the clouds covered the bright sun and cast large patches of darkness.It was not until Zhao Mingche's back gradually disappeared that the few people looked away.
I've seen him, and the little pharmacist suddenly said with certainty that he raised his little face. At the banquet in Beijing, he was the Thirteen Lang of the Zhao family.
Zhao Family...
Although the memory has not yet been restored, Yao Ji is no longer unfamiliar with the major forces in Beijing under Xiao Baozi's flaw. Zhao is a big family, but if the Zhao family in Beijing talks about it, it must be the great clan that has stood for three dynasties.
Zhao passed on his family through poetry and books, and after a hundred years, he still had a place in the court. If Zhao Mingche was a child of the Zhao family, some things really make sense, such as his outstanding temperament and conversation, and the words he had just revealed about returning home.
The thirteenth son of the Zhao family, according to the little pharmacist, was the son of the eldest son of the Zhao family.
It seems that Zhao Mingche's family members were also worried about letting him stay in Ning'an Mansion due to the Huainan Rebellion.
Although I don’t understand why a young man from a noble family came to be a small chief clerk, it was someone else’s business, and Yao Ji was not interested in asking.
Zhubu Zhao should not want anyone to know. She told Xiao Baozi not to spread this matter.
I know, Xiao Baozi doesn't care, I'm not a child who doesn't know anything.
You really don't know anything, but you are a child.
After being blocked by this sentence, the little guy was speechless for a moment and had to hum: I want to find Shui Sheng and the others, sister, remember to leave food for me.
After saying that, he ran away without waiting for Yao Ji to answer.Dahuang followed him, and the man and the dog ran away in the blink of an eye.
This child... Yao Ji was a little helpless. After she learned from her that they were going to return to Beijing soon, the little pharmacist who always ignored his friends was very enthusiastic during this period.
He also knew that parting was about to happen, probably because he wanted to spend a while with his friends.
Even he is like this, then... what about Wei Yunsheng?
This big river, this mountain village, this small courtyard.I have been here for more than ten years, and if I leave, I can't take it away.
He felt hot on the back of his hand, and gently stroked her big palm, covering her delicate little hands in her palm.
I haven't finished practicing the words yet.
When Zhao Mingche came to visit, she was teaching Wei Yunsheng to learn calligraphy.There were pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table, and on the yellow paper, the words were written crookedly, both large and unfavorable.
But Yao Ji knew that he was very serious.Every stroke and stroke was as serious, firm and unshakable as he treated her.
Where did you just write it? She signaled Wei Yunsheng to pick up the pen again, and the moon was bright and the people looked at it tonight, and I don’t know who the autumn thoughts fell... When she thought of her thoughts just now, her heart suddenly became tight. This was just a coincidence, but now, it was like an annotation, which had seen through her hesitation and guilt.
For her, Wei Yunsheng was about to leave his homeland where he had lived for more than ten years and leave his home.
This sentence... Forced to calm down, Yao Ji explained softly, writing about the poet's longing for his hometown.
Is that right? The man just copied the sentence lightly according to the red-colored notebook.
He put down his pen, staring at the girl calmly and seriously, just like the past thousands of times. What if I want to write about my longing for my beloved girl?
There is a girl I like very much. Wherever she is, she is homeland.
It seemed as if a heavy hammer hit the heart, and the nose felt sore, and the girl almost burst into tears.She suppressed the soreness and swelling of her cheeks, and she sniffed heavily.
Yes, she forgot that although she could not take this mountain village and this small courtyard, there could be new ones and something that is also worth waiting for.
OK, I will teach you, she smiled gently, there is a very appropriate sentence, although it is not a poem.
He held the man's rough palm with his slender hands and taught him to fall ink on the pages of paper with strokes.
The skylight came in from the small window. Not far away, a group of laughing children ran past on the ridge of the field, disturbing the unknown wild flowers on the roadside.
Flowers bloom on the road and you can return slowly.
He went to say goodbye. When the letter came from his home, he could no longer continue to stay in this peaceful small town.
Maybe it was because he was destined to be destined. Just when he was still hesitating whether to tell her about leaving and when should he tell her, she asked someone to send her a message.
Last time?Zhao Mingche looked at the middle-aged woman in a floral blue cloth shirt in front of her in confusion, Auntie, why is this?
The woman seemed a little cramped: Master, I'm really embarrassed, I don't know, but... She hesitated for a moment, and heard from my Dani that Wei's house was cleaning up...
His heart was thrilled, first surprised by this guess, and then because of that name.
He knew who the woman said Wei was. Since she agreed to cooperate with her, several times, the one who came to the city to deliver medicinal materials was a tall and strong man.
The man claimed his surname was Wei. At first he thought it was her brother. It was not until once she entered the city that Zhao Mingcheng accidentally mentioned it before he heard the girl say softly: That's not my brother.
If you are not your brother, who is it?What is the relationship between her and him?
This question lingers in Zhao Mingche's mind. He wanted to ask it countless times, but he swallowed it back in the end.
That was an obvious answer. He thought he didn't understand, so he didn't ask.
Everything was very dull after that. She would occasionally go to the city and most of the time she would go to deliver medicinal materials to the county government.
They would say a few words, and sometimes Zhao Mingche could even invite her to have a cup of tea.
But that's all, that's enough.
Since childhood, Zhao Mingche has not been a competitive person. There are many brothers and sisters in the family, not only his father, but also his mother, but also his biological son.
So he was used to being quiet, neither the eldest son who needed to shoulder the family business nor the youngest son who everyone loved. It was so quiet, which was great.
The only time he was restless in his life was probably leaving home and escaping from the marriage he didn't like.
Life in Taiping County is very comfortable. He is used to such a life, and is indifferent to the world and has no trouble.
Perhaps, this is also the reason why he missed her in the end.
His courage was exhausted when he left home. He knew that he would go back with just one letter, and even if he didn't like it, he would still obediently put on the shackles.
But, since you have accepted your fate, why do you still have to be obsessed with saying goodbye?Zhao Mingche couldn't even understand what he was thinking, so he told himself to take a look and just take a look.
He had been waiting for that glance for a long time, and when his dream came true, he didn't seem to be so excited.
Zhao Mingche was led into the house by a little boy, and the girl smiled on her lips, and the tall man stood behind her, guarding her without leaving her.
He suddenly felt relieved, and the world was filled with flowing water, and it was a dream of life.
Zhubu Zhao, I don’t know where you are...
Before the girl could finish her words, he interrupted with a smile: I will set off soon and return home, meet my wife, and say goodbye.
On the way he came, he had many words to say and many things he wanted to do, but those things were no longer important.
He suddenly realized that he just wanted to realize a dream, a dream that would make him regenerate courage.But that is ultimately something that can only be achieved by himself, a dream that can only be realized by himself.
Go home?
The girl was stunned and heard him say again: I believe you have heard about Huainan Prefecture, and there are also chaos in Huainan. If you want to leave Ning'an, please be as soon as possible.As he said that, he stood up and gave a deep salute to Yao Ji. He said goodbye.
At some point, the sky became cloudy, and the clouds covered the bright sun and cast large patches of darkness.It was not until Zhao Mingche's back gradually disappeared that the few people looked away.
I've seen him, and the little pharmacist suddenly said with certainty that he raised his little face. At the banquet in Beijing, he was the Thirteen Lang of the Zhao family.
Zhao Family...
Although the memory has not yet been restored, Yao Ji is no longer unfamiliar with the major forces in Beijing under Xiao Baozi's flaw. Zhao is a big family, but if the Zhao family in Beijing talks about it, it must be the great clan that has stood for three dynasties.
Zhao passed on his family through poetry and books, and after a hundred years, he still had a place in the court. If Zhao Mingche was a child of the Zhao family, some things really make sense, such as his outstanding temperament and conversation, and the words he had just revealed about returning home.
The thirteenth son of the Zhao family, according to the little pharmacist, was the son of the eldest son of the Zhao family.
It seems that Zhao Mingche's family members were also worried about letting him stay in Ning'an Mansion due to the Huainan Rebellion.
Although I don’t understand why a young man from a noble family came to be a small chief clerk, it was someone else’s business, and Yao Ji was not interested in asking.
Zhubu Zhao should not want anyone to know. She told Xiao Baozi not to spread this matter.
I know, Xiao Baozi doesn't care, I'm not a child who doesn't know anything.
You really don't know anything, but you are a child.
After being blocked by this sentence, the little guy was speechless for a moment and had to hum: I want to find Shui Sheng and the others, sister, remember to leave food for me.
After saying that, he ran away without waiting for Yao Ji to answer.Dahuang followed him, and the man and the dog ran away in the blink of an eye.
This child... Yao Ji was a little helpless. After she learned from her that they were going to return to Beijing soon, the little pharmacist who always ignored his friends was very enthusiastic during this period.
He also knew that parting was about to happen, probably because he wanted to spend a while with his friends.
Even he is like this, then... what about Wei Yunsheng?
This big river, this mountain village, this small courtyard.I have been here for more than ten years, and if I leave, I can't take it away.
He felt hot on the back of his hand, and gently stroked her big palm, covering her delicate little hands in her palm.
I haven't finished practicing the words yet.
When Zhao Mingche came to visit, she was teaching Wei Yunsheng to learn calligraphy.There were pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table, and on the yellow paper, the words were written crookedly, both large and unfavorable.
But Yao Ji knew that he was very serious.Every stroke and stroke was as serious, firm and unshakable as he treated her.
Where did you just write it? She signaled Wei Yunsheng to pick up the pen again, and the moon was bright and the people looked at it tonight, and I don’t know who the autumn thoughts fell... When she thought of her thoughts just now, her heart suddenly became tight. This was just a coincidence, but now, it was like an annotation, which had seen through her hesitation and guilt.
For her, Wei Yunsheng was about to leave his homeland where he had lived for more than ten years and leave his home.
This sentence... Forced to calm down, Yao Ji explained softly, writing about the poet's longing for his hometown.
Is that right? The man just copied the sentence lightly according to the red-colored notebook.
He put down his pen, staring at the girl calmly and seriously, just like the past thousands of times. What if I want to write about my longing for my beloved girl?
There is a girl I like very much. Wherever she is, she is homeland.
It seemed as if a heavy hammer hit the heart, and the nose felt sore, and the girl almost burst into tears.She suppressed the soreness and swelling of her cheeks, and she sniffed heavily.
Yes, she forgot that although she could not take this mountain village and this small courtyard, there could be new ones and something that is also worth waiting for.
OK, I will teach you, she smiled gently, there is a very appropriate sentence, although it is not a poem.
He held the man's rough palm with his slender hands and taught him to fall ink on the pages of paper with strokes.
The skylight came in from the small window. Not far away, a group of laughing children ran past on the ridge of the field, disturbing the unknown wild flowers on the roadside.
Flowers bloom on the road and you can return slowly.
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