King Wei left the capital again. The weather had already turned cold. The first snow had fallen, but it was not heavy, and it was sprinkled underground for a while, and the branches were covered with a layer of pear blossoms.
Wang Wei led the horse and stood at the gate of the city. The guards walked far in front. He saw Yu Wenhao running on his horse, lowering his hat a little, and breathing out white smoke.
Yu Wenhao came to the city gate, turned over and fell off his horse, took a jar of wine from his horse, and handed it to him, "The North County is bitterly cold, maybe the wine in Beijing can dispel some of the cold."
Wang Wei smiled, his lips were chapped and hemorrhages, and his smile looked a bit hideous. He reached out and took it and tied it on the horse's back. "If you don't have such a little wine in the Great North, you have to drink it on the road."
Yu Wenhao looked at him, "When will I be back?"
"Aren't you angry with me?" Wei Wang asked back.
"Passed." Yuwen Haoyun said calmly, "Both brothers, shouldn't remember the unpleasant things. Besides, you helped me a lot this time, and I should thank you."
"It was you who made me take a sigh of relief. This matter can be handled by anyone. You don't have to find me, the fifth, wait for two years, come back to drink with you, and continue your brotherhood." Wei Wang said.
"A person is lonely, but have you ever thought about finding another person?" Yu Wenhao couldn't bear to see him like this. This shouldn't be mentioned, but as a brother, I always hope that he has a knowledge around him. Hot people.
"Unworthy!" Two words were uttered from the chapped lips, light and heavy, but also heavy.
Yu Wenhao looked at him, inexplicably sad, "Is it really irretrievable?"
Wang Wei smiled with bloodshot eyes, his eyes sinking like the depressed sky, "Not worthy of it!"
He turned on his horse, turned his back to Yu Wenhao, waved his hand, his sleeves felt full of wind and frost, "I am a person who should never have a dead body, and my soul will never return to his hometown. Cherish the people around me and treat her better. Do your best, or you will regret it."
The horseshoe lifted away, and a dark shadow gradually disappeared on the official road, and was no longer seen.
Yu Wenhao led the horse back slowly. The third sentence made him feel a sorrow and sorrow in his chest, which he could not get away.
He did not return to the Yamen, but returned to the mansion, wanting to talk to Yuan Qingling, but Yuan Qingling went to the academy and would not return until the evening.
He sat alone in the study for a while, and felt that sitting so dry was boring, so he went to find snacks to play.
The dim sums were in Nanfang. Tang Yang taught them how to read. They sat in a precarious position and looked thirsty for knowledge. Tang Yang pointed at the characters and asked one by one: "How to read?"
The dim sum replies were fluent, and Tang Yang was very satisfied, touching their heads, and admiringly said: "Guys are so smart."
Baozi giggled, "Master Tang, we can also recite poems. Mother taught us to recite poems."
"Oh? What poems would you recite? Come and listen." Tang Yang came to get interested.
Bun frowned and thought for a while, "I don't remember the Momo Haw at the front, just remember the next few sentences."
"How many more sentences can you remember? Memorize it!" Tang Yang said with a smile.
Baozi straightened his chest and said vigorously: "The general has died in a hundred battles, and the strong man has returned for ten years. He returns to see the emperor. The emperor sits in the Ming hall, carries the male and female rabbits, and sharpens the sword to the pigs and sheep."
After hearing the first few sentences, Tang Yang suddenly felt his admiration, and then heard the next two sentences. This is not right, "How can the emperor carry the male rabbit and then sharpen the knife to the pig and sheep? Is it this way?"
"That's it." Baozi said.
Tang Yang looked at the glutinous rice balls and glutinous rice, "Really? Does A-niang teach that way?"
Tangyuan can't remember it anymore. As for glutinous rice, it is always a response bug. What the older brother says is what he says, so he nodded honestly, "That's it."
"The front is majestic, so why did you go back to kill the pigs and sheep with anger? Even if you want to kill, it's not for the emperor to sit in the Mingtang to kill." Tang Yang muttered.
When Yu Wenhao listened outside, when he heard that the general had died in a hundred battles, and the soldiers had returned for ten years, he thought of King Wei, and felt quite uncomfortable in his heart.
Only after hearing the last two sentences, he couldn't help laughing, but he was a little bit sad.
He opened the door and asked with a smile, "Why? Still thinking about wanting your grandfather to kill pigs and sheep?"
"Daddy!" The three little ones yelled happily when they saw Yu Wenhao coming.
"His Royal Highness, this doesn't work." Tang Yang was still being honest, "I have to ask the princess tonight."
"Please ask carefully," Yu Wenhao looked at them and asked, "Take you to find the emperor's grandfather, okay?"
"Okay!" the three little ones exclaimed happily.
Today the third child is gone, and the father should be sad. Maybe he should take the children into the palace to visit him.
The carriage went into the palace all the way, and it was very noisy, and Yu Wenhao regretted it again.
Family happiness is not so enjoyable, especially when one is against three.
"The mung bean cakes in my grandmother's palace are delicious, and my grandmother likes to eat it for me." The glutinous rice balls were worried about eating, so I just remembered my grandmother's kindness.
Baozi said with an old temper: "Great grandmother is dead, how can I eat pancakes for you?"
"Isn't it enough to tell her to come back?" Tangyuan said.
"How can you come back if you die? Dead is dead, buried in the ground." Steamed bun said in an angry manner.
Xiao Nuomi moved her head over, "Buried in the ground? That's so uncomfortable, can you breathe out? It's uncomfortable to hold your breath."
"It's not directly buried in the ground," Baozi knows a lot. "You have to brew her in a wooden box first. You can breathe out in the wooden box."
"That's it, that person lives in a wooden box, how boring, no one speaks." Xiao Nuomi suddenly felt very sorry for her grandmother, who was kind to him, he remembered.
"Then let's talk to her another day." Tang Yang shook Yu Wenhao's arm, "Daddy, you take me to find grandma another day, I want to eat mung bean pancakes."
Yu Wenhao looked at his black and innocent eyes and nodded sadly, "Okay, go another day."
"Uncle Xu Yi said that grandmother is also dead, but I don't like grandmother." Tangyuan said.
"I don't like it either!" Steamed buns and Xiao Nuomi also agreed. The three little ones have never agreed with something so unanimously.
"Everyone is going to die." Baozi suddenly said such a sentence, "Everyone has to be stuffed in a box and buried in the ground, only oneself is left."
Upon hearing this, Yu Wenhao looked at him in shock.
Death is something that everyone has to face. He is a person who has returned from the battlefield. He is not unfamiliar with death, especially when the two armies are facing each other. He has already put life and death aside.
However, after being with Lao Yuan, he was suddenly afraid of facing death.
Not only his death, but anyone around him who cares about him is afraid.
He couldn't imagine how he would feel if one day death would separate him from Lao Yuan.
This is probably the cruelest thing in the world, because there will be no time limit. Once such close people, relying on each other day and night, will eventually go their own way.
Thinking of this, he shuddered suddenly.
"Who told you this?" Yu Wenhao asked him.
Baozi said: "No one, I think about it myself."
"Don't think about it in random ways in the future." Yu Wenhao said with a sullen face. A child under two years old always thinks about life and death, which is really frightening.
Sanxiao saw that his father's face was not good, so he didn't dare to say any more.
However, Tangyuan looked at the bun with a thoughtful look, and he looked a little admiring.