Before no one noticed, the carriage, with the old master and servant, and a few pots of wine, slowly walked out of Su City, on the official road, towards the direction of home, and gradually went away.
Until twilight, the two women in the painting boat on the riverway of Sioux City stepped off the painting boat. On the streets of Sioux City, walking slowly, their appearance changed and they became very ordinary.
"Sister, you grew up here. Apart from painting a boat, is there any other good place in this city of Suzhou? After so long in the retreat, I finally got down the mountain once, but it's a lot of fun."
"You, I go home to visit my parents. You have to follow me back. There is no fun in Sucheng. I will visit the great scholar Su Dao tomorrow. In his early years, he used to be a family friend with my family. You have to go. There, don’t talk nonsense. Although he is a mortal, even the master must be very polite to him."
As the two were talking, a scholar and scribe walked past the second woman, and laughed when they heard this. They saw that the two women looked very ordinary, but they stopped and laughed:
"The two girls have been away from Zhao country for a long time, right? The great Confucian Su Tao had returned more than ten years ago. Now my great Confucian in Zhao country, named Wang Lin, is a disciple of the great Confucian Su Tao."
The two women were startled, the scribe shook his head, smiled and walked away.
"Wang Lin... Wang Lin... Ah, sister, I remembered that the old man who looked at us on the painting boat during the day. Although he looks old, he is the little scholar Wang Lin!"
After Zhou Rui's footsteps, she turned her head abruptly, looking at the blurred river channel in the distance in the distance, it seemed that the young man blushed before her eyes.
"Senior Sister, Senior Sister, what's the matter with you?" Xu Fei looked at Zhou Rui, seeming to understand a little bit, and said softly.
Zhou Rui was silent for a moment, shook her head lightly, and walked away with Xu Fei, but before she could take ten steps, she bit her silver teeth, as if she had made some determination.
"Wait for me!" After saying a word, Zhou Rui's body shook, and her whole person turned into a Changhong and rushed into the sky. Her sudden action immediately caused a shocking voice in the surroundings, but it was the pedestrians around, carrying In awe and disbelief, I watched this scene blankly, and didn't react until a long time.
"Fairy!!"
"That's a fairy!!"
Xu Fei looked at Zhou Rui's leaving figure, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and she sighed softly.
In the sky of Su City, Zhou Rui's spiritual consciousness spread out on the river, while galloping by, while searching, but in the end, she still did not find the shadow.
Until she searched the entire Sioux City, it remained the same.
"Are you gone..." Zhou Rui doesn't know what's wrong with herself. She wants to see each other for good luck, just like the trajectories of two lives. After they are separated, there will not be another time in a short time. The staggered.
Tens of miles away in Su City, the carriage above the official road creaked amidst the bumps. Wang Lin sat in the carriage, letting the wind blow to lift the curtain, and swept it past him.
He was drinking, looking out from the raised curtain, falling on the dim sky, not knowing what he was thinking, his appearance, although not old, but no longer young, the white hair on the temples seemed to be here. In the sip of the wine, there are a few more bits.
Slowly, he saw the white bird whirling in the dim sky, flying towards home with him.
When I get older, my body is not as good as when I was young, and I was bumping on the carriage for a long time, as if my bones were going to fall apart, and I was exhausted.
In this way, they walked and rested. They passed through the summer. Four months later, one afternoon, Wang Lin and Dafu entered the range of Hengyue Mountain from the remote Sioux City, and the autumn sun was in the sky.
When I left, the leaves of the flowers on both sides of the official road were a little bit red and green. When the time came, most of the flowers had withered and the leaves had begun to turn yellow. Although it hadn't fallen yet, it was not far away.
"Twenty-eight years..." Wang Lin looked at the grass and trees around him, his eyes were blurred. He still remembered that when he left, he was still a teenager. Now he is half a hundred when he comes back.
In that creak, the carriage slowly followed the official road and entered a quiet mountain village hidden in front. Wang Lin was familiar with everything here, and he grew up here.
It was useless to disturb too many neighbors, Wang Lin took the big blessing and returned to his long-lost home.
Parents and mothers are still there, but the tough father back then, now needs to use a walking stick, supported by Wang Lin's white-haired mother's mother, smiling, looking at the wandering son going home.
Even if this wanderer became the great scholar of the Zhao country, became the pride of the Wang family, and stepped on the pinnacle, before them, Wang Lin was still just their child as when he left 28 years ago.
This is true now, and the same was true when they were taken to Sioux City.
The carriage stopped outside the yard of the house. Wang Lin helped the cowl, walked down, and saw his parents at a glance.
With a soft smile on his face, Wang Lin stepped forward, flicked his hem, and knelt on the ground.
"Father, mother, Tie Zhu is back."
Dafu blinked, and when he got out of the carriage, he simply stepped forward and knelt down, and said loudly, "Father, mother, Dafu is back."
Wang Lin’s father laughed and ignored Wang Lin for the first time. Instead, he stepped forward to help Dafu, shook his head and smiled: "You, it is the same as before. Over the years, you have taken care of Ping'er. Learn from him."
Wang Lin stood up, looked at the happy smiles of his parents, and there was an indescribable warmth in his heart. He helped his mother, his father, and Dafu, the family walked into the yard.
"Tie Zhu, come back this time, when will you leave?" Wang Lin's mother looked at her son kindly. He was her pride.
"It's also called Tie Zhu. Wang Lin is now the great scholar of our Zhao country. Do you know that great scholar? That's a respectful identity even when the emperor sees it. Didn't you see that the county grandfather always came over these years?" Wang Lin's father stared. Glanced at his wife.
"This time, don't leave, Tie Zhu will wait for you to die." Wang Lin looked at her mother, looked at her white hair and wrinkles on her face, and said softly.
Wang Lin's return to his hometown caused an uproar in the entire mountain village a few days later. Those neighbors from the past came one after another, wanting to take a look at Zhao Guo Daru who was also proud and proud in their hearts.
Even the students and officials in the county rushed as soon as possible after they learned of the incident. At the same time, those relatives of the Wang family also arrived.
In the past few days, Wang Lin's father was radiant and his old manner was swept away, but his waist was straight. In his entire life, he was most proud of having such a son, a great scholar of Zhao Guo.
Especially after seeing so many people coming at the same time, Wang Lin's father was even more proud, and he simply took out his money to arrange a banquet on the square in the village.
The banquet in the village was originally very simple, but in the minds of everyone, it turned out to be extremely luxurious. The table of wine and food was a cook who was called from the county and came here with the materials for himself. Layout.
It's hard to show everything like this. Wang Lin didn't say anything when he saw his father was happy.
It's just that the parents are happy, so they let them make arrangements.
During the dinner, the relatives of the Wang family came to visit Wang Lin one by one. Wang Lin had seen too many and too many respectful appearances, and a little bit of his head made those people flattered.
Among these relatives, there are old uncles, patriarchs of the royal family, and some of his peers.
Wang Lin watched this scene, and vaguely encountered it in his dream, but there seemed to be a lot of gaps between that dream and the present.
At dusk, Wang Lin saw that his parents were slightly exhausted, so he flicked his sleeves and took them away, ending the lively banquet. The rest of the people gradually dispersed within a few days, and the mountain village returned to calm again.
"Tie Zhu, you are not young, why don't you marry a wife... Oh." Wang Lin's father was a little drunk, and after a few sighs, he stopped talking about it.
In this way, Wang Lin slowly watched the sunrise and sunset in the hometown where he grew up, and watched every year.
Until five years later, in the autumn of the thirty-third year when Wang Lin left the village, when the autumn leaves were swept by the wind and rustling on the ground, Wang Lin’s father lay on the bed and pulled Holding Wang Lin's hand, there was dismay in his eyes, but it was more gratification and pride.
"Tie Zhu, father, this life is unforgettable because of you... Father is illiterate, but he finds someone to read your books of words that have been sorted out over the years for a long time. You once said that heaven and earth reincarnate, life and death are like spring, summer, autumn and winter, father Remember..." Wang Lin’s father smiled, but under this smile, under the pride and comfort, there was still a fear that Wang Lin could feel...
He is afraid of death, afraid of not seeing his relatives, afraid of loneliness and unknown after death. He held Wang Lin's hand tightly, as if it were the last root in his life, the last one to rely on.
The light in his eyes was dim and helpless.
"Father, don't be afraid, I'm by your side." Wang Lin's hair was already mostly white. He looked at his father with sadness in his eyes. Holding his father's hand, Wang Lin leaned forward and held the thin man. Father, hold it gently.
"Father, there is me, don't be afraid, there is me."
"Father, do you remember the birthday gift you gave me when I was a kid, that little wooden horse, I found it a few days ago..."
"Father..."
Outside the yard, the big tree in the village that seems to have existed a hundred years ago reveals the vicissitudes of life. In the autumn of this year, most of the leaves were taken away by the wind, but there was still a piece hanging there. , Swaying and swaying in the wind, it seemed to have exhausted its last strength, flew down from the tree, circled around, drew an arc, and landed on the house of the Wang family.
The father in Wang Lin's arms slowly ceased to be afraid amid Wang Lin's gentle touch and soft sound, slowly closed his eyes, lost his breath, and fell into his son's arms.
The leaves on the roof, seeming to have a soul, flew up again, and went away with the wind.