The birthday of the old man is called Kushou, and the birthday of the child is lively. It is not easy to grow up another year, and the parents are more relieved.
Gu Yun is neither old nor young. Grandma doesn't love uncle or love. If he happens to be at home, the old housekeeper can still remember to help him, but he is not at home most of the time. Too busy to forget the past.
To tell the truth, there is nothing to celebrate. There is a lot of emphasis on "the 15th official of the first day of the first year of the first year of the first year of the new year". It is said that it is better for girls and boys to be 15th. It can be seen that it is a born bad life to drag it in the mother's belly for a few more hours.
Madam Cao not only dressed herself, but also joined Chang Geng and others to drag out the sword puppet and ravage it.
They painted two simple red faces for the night tour, and they got some old silk and satin from somewhere, and tied its iron arms.
The sword sword puppet Huoshu Yinhua held a bowl of noodles in his hands, and looked at Gu Yun blankly, his black face seemed to have indescribable grievances.
Gu Yun scolded in a low voice: "You bastards, the sword puppet is letting you play like this?"
Fatty Ge stepped forward to assign the credit: "Master Hou, the red cheeks were wiped by a fake girl, the fire for cooking the noodles was made by me, and the eggs in the noodles were beaten by the elder brother!"
Gu Yun suddenly became a little cautious, but he felt that the Hou Mansion, which had been deserted for many years, was so lively that he didn't even know him.
Chang Geng: "Foster father, eat noodles before entering the door."
Gu Yun: "Okay."
He picked up the bowl, glanced at Chang Geng, deliberately picked out the egg inside and ate it, the first bite was a crunchy eggshell, he didn't make a sound, and chewed the shell and the egg together. , as if he hadn't eaten in eight lifetimes, he swept away a bowl of noodles in a few bites, and drank the soup cleanly.
Since ancient times, Wenrou Township has been a hero's tomb, Gu Yun has no worries when he leaves the capital, only this time is full of melancholy.
Maybe it's because every time I "return" to the frontier, only this time I'm going away from home.
It's a pity, don't say this kind of gentle melancholy, even if the heart is broken, don't try to stumble in the footsteps of Marquis An Ding.
The next day, Gu Yun dressed up and went out without saying hello to Chang Geng. He went to the Beida Camp alone and looked back at the direction of the capital.
It's a pity that from such a distance, he could only see a Qiyuanlou in the shadows.
Shen Yi slipped up to him and asked, "Master, have your conscience found out?"
Gu Yun sighed: "Next time I come back, maybe I won't recognize me again, alas, the title of my adoptive father is always shaky."
The Xuan Tie Battalion pulled out, and the army was cleansed. It ran over mercilessly like a black whirlwind, and everyone could not help but retreat.
They wanted to escort the prince of the Heavenly Wolf clan northwards, and then go straight to the west, to kill the sand bandits in the Western Regions, and to ensure the safety and smoothness of the ancient Silk Road.
The day after they left, Chang Geng got up early as usual, remembering that Gu Yun was not at home, but he couldn't help but lead the iron golem to his empty yard. meal.
Before leaving, he looked up and saw the plum blossoms in the courtyard.
It snowed just a few days ago, and the petals were covered with a layer of clear frost. The more Chang Geng looked at it, the more he liked it, so he couldn't help reaching out and folded two of them. The adoptive father might not be able to come back within three or five days, so he carefully brushed off the frost and snow on the branches, trying to find a vase to put in Gu Yun's room.
It's a pity that Gu Yun is a big room, cleaner than his face. He looked around, but he couldn't find a wine bottle that could arrange tea and flowers.
Chang Geng pushed open the window and called to the old housekeeper, "Uncle Wang, do you have a vase?"
The old housekeeper replied, and since he went to look for it, Chang Geng leaned around in Gu Yun's room with two plum blossoms in his hands.
Suddenly, his eyes fell on Gu Yun's bedside, and he was stunned for a moment - the fox fur on the bedside that made the whole bedroom look valuable was gone.
At this time, Uncle Wang walked in with this celadon vase, and smiled at Chang Geng: "Fourth Highness, do you think this will work? Where is the right place?"
Chang Geng stared straight at the empty head of the bed and asked, "Uncle Wang, why did you put away that fox fur from Lord Hou so early?"
Uncle Wang's eyes twitched slightly, and he replied somewhat unnaturally: "Didn't you go out with the emperor, I think he took it away."
Chang Geng's heart sank slowly.
On New Year's Eve, Xuan Ying, who was with Gu Yun, told him that the commander never wore winter clothes in the capital.
On New Year's Eve, he felt a little strange. Since Gu Yun didn't wear winter clothes, why did he hang a fox fur outside? What are you going to do? But at that time, the army was in chaos, and he was haunted by nightmares.
Chang Geng turned his head abruptly, his voice dry like a taut string: "Uncle Wang, where did he go? Don't lie to me that I don't like to go out, then I also know that Xiangshan is not far from Peking University."
Uncle Wang held up a vase and was at a loss.
Gu Yun threw his hands and the shopkeeper walked away cleanly, so he didn't care if he left. The old housekeeper had expected such an event sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.
Chang Geng took a deep breath and asked in a low voice, "Has he left Beijing for the frontier? Where? North or west?"
The old housekeeper gave a shy smile: "This, the old slave doesn't understand about military affairs, my Highness, I don't think the Marquis does not want you to worry about it."
Chang Geng broke the flower branch with a "click" in his hand, and said word by word, "He is not afraid of me, but because he is afraid that I have to follow him."
The old butler shut up.
Although Chang Geng was Gu Yun's adopted son in name, no one wanted to see him anymore. After all, he was also a surnamed Li, and he would be a county king in the future. The old housekeeper felt bitter in his heart, feeling that his unkind master was flinching, and threw the hot potato to himself, ready to suffer an attack.
But after waiting for a long time, Chang Geng didn't say a word.
Chang Geng's quarrel and roar were all in his heart.
It wasn't just Gu Yun's sudden farewell, anyway, he had been tricked by Gu Yun more than once, so he was used to it and should be treated calmly.
But this time, the unease and anxiety that he had been accumulating in his heart since he entered Beijing finally couldn't hold back and burst out.
In his heart, Chang Geng is actually the same as Ming Jing. He has always been clear that his existence is superfluous to everyone. He has no intention of being involved. Involuntarily was swept away.
However, he was blindfolded by An Le Huan, who had been decorating peace these days. He became greedy, wanted to grab something, deceived himself, and refused to think about the future.
"What do you want?" Chang Geng asked himself, "I think too much."
But despite the turbulent waves in his heart, and facing the white-haired and pale-faced old housekeeper, Chang Geng didn't say anything.
The old butler asked tremblingly, "His Royal Highness"
Chang Geng silently took the vase from his hand, carefully trimmed off the branches that he had broken, and placed them on Gu Yun's desk.
Said, he turned around and went out.
After Chang Geng left Gu Yun's room, he couldn't help but run up, and the sword puppets were thrown down by him.
Fatty Ge was holding a Zi Liujin box that was unloaded from somewhere in his hand, and was walking out, worthy of passing by Chang Geng, wondering: "Hey, big brother"
As if Chang Geng hadn't heard it, he rolled over like a gust of wind, rushed into his room, and locked the door with his hand.
Just like what Gu Yun likes about him the most, Chang Geng is a benevolent and righteous person by nature. He can't vent his anger on irrelevant people. In this regard, Xiu Niang has contributed a lot. She has been the same for more than ten years. Day's abuse has developed his amazing endurance.
At the same time, the Ur bone that had been buried in the boy's body since childhood was like a plant that needs to be watered with poisonous water, and gradually bloomed hideous flowers.
Chang Geng couldn't breathe, his chest seemed to be pressed by a boulder, his muscles were stretched into a mass of rusty iron, and his calves trembled involuntarily.
There was a buzzing sound in his ears, and he was horrified to find a strange tyrannical emotion pouring out of his chest. It's like being in a nightmare.
Chang Geng clearly felt that there seemed to be an invisible hand in his heart that was bluntly wiping away all the warm feelings in his heart.
At the beginning, Chang Geng was clearly conscious and thought in fear: "Is this the Ur bone? What's wrong with me?"
Soon, even his panic disappeared, and his consciousness became blurred. He began to not know where he was. Thousands of thoughts rose and fell in his mind like a tide, and the hazy killing intent was born out of nowhere.
He thought for a while that Gu Yun was gone and wanted him no more, and for a while he seemed to see Gu Yun in front of him, mocking his incompetence with a blank face.
All the negative emotions in Chang Geng's heart were magnified hundreds of times by the attacking Ur bone.
At this moment, it seemed that Gu Yun was no longer the little adoptive father that he carefully held in his heart, but an enemy that he hated so much that he couldn't wait to grab and humiliate him.
Chang Geng firmly grasped the broken knife hanging on his chest, and the broken knife with sharp corners was sharpened with blood marks.
At this point, the extremely clear pain in the infinite numbness awakened Chang Geng, he could find a way out, and his ten fingers slammed into the flesh, leaving a string of flesh-and-blood wounds on his arm.
By the time the attack of Ur bone gradually subsided, the sun had begun to move westward.
Chang Geng's clothes were drenched with cold sweat, and blood dripped everywhere on his arms and hands. He leaned against the door exhaustedly, and finally got a taste of the power of the Ur bone. Only then did he realize that he thought the Ur bone was for him How naive it is to have nightmares.
This time Xiu Niang showed no mercy to him.
Seeing that he hadn't come out for a long time, the old butler and the others didn't respond to knocking on the door.
This popularity made Chang Geng feel better, his eyelids blinked slightly, and a drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead and landed on his eyelashes, pressing him almost unable to open his eyes: "I'm fine, let me stay by myself for a while. ."
"You haven't eaten for a whole day," the old butler said. "If the Marquis were here, he would definitely not bear to see His Highness spoiling his body like this—even if he had a bowl of porridge, or the old slave would bring it to you?"
Chang Geng was exhausted. Hearing him mention Gu Yun, he silently repeated the man twice in his heart and said, "It's all right, Uncle Wang, if I'm hungry, I'll find a late-night snack by myself, don't worry about it. I."
The old butler heard that although his voice was weak, he was well-organized and could not persuade him any more, so he turned around and rushed to the old servant who was serving Chang Geng, as well as Mrs.
Chang Geng sat leaning against the door, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Gu Yun's shoulder armor hanging on the head of his bed.
That thing was dark, cold, and inhuman, but it was left by the original owner to dispel his nightmares.
After sitting for some time, the brazier in the room gradually warmed his cold body. Chang Geng got some strength and got up to clean up his mess. He changed his clothes and found that his master gave him one when he was injured while practicing swordsmanship one day. He took off Gu Yun's shoulder armor, hugged him in his arms, and laid himself on the bed on his back.
He didn't cry.
It may be because of lack of energy, or because the blood has just flowed.
If you choose the path of bloodshed, you usually won't be able to shed tears, because there is only a little water on one's body, so one has to favor one side.
Chang Geng just fought back with the enemy who was destined to entangle him for the rest of his life.
It's just that he is strangely not afraid, like when he faced the barbarians in heavy armor alone in Xiu Niang's room in Yanhui Town.
He's mild-mannered, but don't let anything bring him down.
Except for Gu Yun.
Chang Geng thought feebly, "I hate Gu Yun so much."
Then he tried to hang Gu Yun's shoulder armor on himself. He didn't wear the armor, and he didn't know if it fit, but he felt that it was heavier than he imagined.
The next day, Chang Geng announced that he was going to go out.
The entire Hou Mansion was shocked—the scene of the Fourth Highness being carried out of the gate by Gu Dashuai on New Year's Eve was still vivid in his mind.
Gu Yun's original words were: "After three or five days, we will all pass the seven barriers to the northern border by then. He has nowhere to chase, so he will be honest."
But it has not been three or five days, the old butler was afraid that Chang Geng was going to let him prepare a horse to chase after him, and he said cautiously: "Your Highness, Xuan Tie Ying is no better than ordinary soldiers, and the journey is very fast, and Qian Li Jun can't chase after him. Come on, besides, there are no people without military membership in the army, this is the rule passed down by the old marquis, you see"
Chang Geng replied calmly, "Uncle Wang, I don't want to chase after him to cause trouble. I'm not an ignorant child."
The old housekeeper: "then you are"
Chang Geng: "I want to go to Huguo Temple to visit Master Liao Ran. I have already agreed with others."
The old butler's face became speechless again.
The commander will return to the house in the future. If he finds out that he is not at home, the little highness actually treasonous and colluded with the enemy and went to the monk temple.
The old housekeeper couldn't even imagine Gu Yun's face - that's not like wearing a green hat
But the most urgent task at the moment was to coax Lord Hou's adopted son to be happy. The old butler had no choice but to grit his back molars and agreed, and ordered a line of family members to escort Chang Geng to Huguo Temple as if he was facing a great enemy.
Mighty and mighty like kicking the hall.
Knowing that the monk had made tea, he was not surprised to see Chang Geng, as if he had expected him to come, he kindly invited him to sit down, poured him a cup of tea, and asked the little novice to bring paper and a brazier for burning paper. , posing for a long talk.
It's only been more than half a month that we haven't seen each other, and the monk understands that the confusion and anxiety between the eyes of the young man in front of him have disappeared, and the whole person brings a bit of melancholy calm and firmness, like a butterfly-turning insect breaking free from the first layer. pupa.
Chang Geng thanked him, took the tea bowl and took a sip, almost choking out.
The monk said last time that he wanted to serve each other with good tea, but it was purely polite.
Chang Geng: "What is this?"
The monk understood with a smile and wrote: "Kuding, clears eyes and activates blood, can relieve trouble and help sleep."
Chang Geng: "Isn't that Gualu? I drank it in Hou's Mansion, it seems."
The taste is not so disgusting.
Understand: "That's Xiaoye, this is Da Yegualu."
Daye's sounded a bit powerful, just as Chang Geng was about to compliment him, he saw that the monk literally wrote: "Daye's is cheaper."
Chang Geng: ""
He carefully looked at the monk's tea bowl. It was a good bowl, and it was cleaned very well. Unfortunately, it was used for too long, and it was inevitable that there would be bumps, and several of them had gaps.
Knowing the monk: "The monk's house is rough, Your Highness forgives me."
The entire capital left him with the impression of being a drunken fan of gold. It seems that everyone is very rich, and the city is full of extravagant pastimes. Westerners say that the floor tiles in the capital of Daliang are covered with gold, which is not an exaggeration.
But I don't know why, the few people Chang Geng knew were poor ghosts. Needless to say, Shen Yi was born with a face of poverty and bitterness like a generation of poor peasants, and Gu Dashuai, sitting in a huge mansion, is an empty shell. Son, I couldn't wait to take Chang Geng to the palace early in the morning to find the emperor to fight the autumn breeze, and now there is another monk who uses a gaping cup.
Chang Geng said: "The Huguo Temple is full of incense, but the master is content with poverty. He really is a person born in the world to cultivate."
He smiled and wrote: "The monk travels from south to north, he is used to being down and out, and he is slow to treat the nobles."
Chang Geng asked, "I heard people say that the master also traveled to the Western Fanbang on iron Jiao, is it to spread the Buddhadharma?"
Knowing: "I have little knowledge, I dare not imitate the wandering monks in ancient times, I just go out to see the four worlds and people."
Chang Geng took another sip of Kuding, the more bitter it was, the more bitter it was, and he had no choice but to swallow it down in disappointment: "I grew up in a small border town, and I never left the small town for an acre and a third of the land to come to the capital. I rarely go out of the Hou Mansion, is it too comfortable in one corner? But I always feel that the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys in the world are roughly the same, after seeing other people's, there is still no place to put my own."
Knowing: "There is a corner of the heart, and the troubles of the big house can only be squeezed into one corner. There are four directions in the heart, and the troubles of the mountain are just a drop in the ocean."
Chang Geng heard that, and after a long period of stunned, he watched the monk understand that he filled the brazier with the paper he had written on, bit by bit, and burned it clean.
"Master, you told me the other day, 'I don't know the suffering, I don't believe in Buddha', now that I know the suffering, I'm here to ask the Buddha. Could you please give me some advice?"
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