bright moon goes west

Hang'e waited for a few minutes, the woman came out from behind the door again, and bowed to Heng'e: "Miss, Mr. Hu has gone out to visit friends, you can come back another day."

Heng'e couldn't help but "puchi" smiled: "I haven't seen you for a few years, sir is still so narrow." She winked at Jichun, and when Jichun saw this, he half dragged and half dragged the woman aside. Hastily stepped forward to push the door, and the door opened with a "squeak".

The courtyard is covered with square blue bricks, and there are two jars for pickling vegetables in the corner near the window, a stone mortar and a stone trough, in which a few orchids are planted, and roses and vines are crawling on the gray courtyard wall. , there is a stone table and two stone benches in the middle of the small courtyard, with a grape trellis on top, although simple, it is full of rustic charm, completely different from the dirt and mess in the alley outside the house, it is a leisurely, leisurely place by itself. Cozy little world.

Hang'e only left two soldiers in the yard, and let the rest retreat outside the door. Regardless of the woman's stop, she held Jichun's hand and walked towards the main room, walking gracefully, with a smile on her lips: "Sir, Disciple took the liberty to visit and disturbed the gentleman’s cleanliness, so I will apologize to you first.”

As soon as Heng'e stepped up the two bluestone steps, she heard a cold snort from the main room.

Her footsteps slowed down suddenly, but a bright smile bloomed on her face, and she walked into the front hall with a smile.

The living room is furnished with black lacquer furniture. On the wall is a picture of a goshawk of Bada Shanren. In the middle of the living room are two Arhat armchairs with embossed patterns of begonias on the backs. On the table are the Four Treasures of the Study. A few half-bloomed roses were inserted in the plum vase of Ru Kiln, and the living room was actually used as a study.

Mr. Hu was wearing a crab-shell-blue straight gown with bamboo leaves, and was lying leisurely on a rattan rocking chair, holding a cattail fan in his hand. .

Seeing this, Heng'e smiled slightly, poured a cup of tea from the blue-and-white porcelain teapot on the table, walked up to Mr., slightly bent his knees, and said respectfully, "Sir, the unworthy disciple pays his respects."

As if Mr. Hu had never heard of it, he was still waving the cattail fan in his hand freely.

Heng'e knew Mr. Hu's temperament well.Therefore, Mr. Hu's defiant attitude did not embarrass her at all. She calmly put the teacup in the place next to Mr. Hu's hand, walked to the desk, and saw a piece of half-dry rice paper on the long table , the title is Su Shi's "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia", cursive script in one hand is like mercury pouring down the ground, and the brushwork is free and easy, rushing to go, joy, anger, embarrassment, sorrow, sorrow, joy, drunkenness, boredom and other emotions. Looking at it, I can only feel that the paper is full of dragons and snakes flying, crashing waves and thunder rushing.

Mr. Hu, who secretly listened to Heng'e's movement, knew something wrong, so he opened his eyes suddenly.Sure enough, his only female disciple was holding rice paper in one hand, with an inscrutable smile on her lips.

Mr. Hu suddenly became angry from embarrassment, took a few steps forward and snatched the rice paper from Heng'e's hand, and reprimanded him: "It's becoming more and more unruly! Even dare to mess with your husband's things at will, this is still the appearance of a disciple !"

"There is nothing wrong with telling people, sir, this is a disrespect for a gentleman!" Seeing Heng'e let go of his hand, Mr. Hu immediately crumpled the rice paper into a ball, trying to cover it up: "As a teacher, I just don't like the words on this picture." Very satisfied."

Heng'e suddenly showed a half-smile expression, as if mocking Mr. Hu's lame excuse.

After the initial embarrassment, Mr. Hu returned to his calm expression. He sat back on the rocking chair again, still ignoring Heng'e as nothing.

Heng'e was not annoyed, she found a chair and sat down. She took the teacup handed over by Jichun and took a sip slowly. Can't help but bend: "Sir, it is said that the writing is like the person. Looking at Mr.'s writing, it may be bundled and embraced, or whirled and hung down, or gathered and neat, or up and down. The momentum is like a crossbow, entrusting the bosom of dispelling depression and expressing the ambition of galloping freely, Mr. uses words to express his feelings, how could he be willing to live here for the rest of his life."

Mr. Hu, who had half closed his eyes, suddenly opened them. The moment he looked at Hang'e, his eyes were as cold as lightning, and then disappeared into nothingness so quickly that Hang'e almost thought it was his own illusion.

Mr. Hu swayed on the chair, and said in a low voice: "You can't listen to the eloquent tongue, and self-love grows more right and wrong."

A hint of bitterness flashed in Heng'e's bright eyes, she broke up with her husband four years ago, it seemed like a break, and she was the one who broke his heart.She lifted the hem of her skirt, knelt on the ground, and respectfully kowtowed to Mr. Hu: "Sir, this disciple is unworthy and has failed your earnest teachings. This disciple apologizes to you."

Mr. Hu didn't even respond at all.

"There is no better way to learn than to respect the teacher. Sir, you have treated your disciple with sincerity. The disciple should not have contradicted you back then." Heng'e bit her lip, feeling sad for a while.Before coming here, she thought that her husband might not forgive her. However, when this scene actually happened, she realized that she was very sad.

The room was silent.There was no movement for a long time, and Mr. Hu raised his eyelids, just surprised.Heng'e was still kneeling on the ground, a puddle of small water stains had gathered on the skirt of her clothes and the blue floor tiles, and a drop of tear wrapped around the tip of her nose, which was about to fall.

Mr. Hu secretly sighed, finally relented.

"Get up. The young marshal's wife kneels down, I, a bad old man, can't afford it."

"Sir, I'm the one who made you sad." Heng'e burst into tears, knelt on the ground and refused to get up.In the past, it was hatred that supported her not to look back. If she didn't look back, she didn't regret it; now why is she turning back?Heng'e lowered her eyes, and she regretted why.

Seeing this, Mr. Hu couldn't bear to part with his only disciple. For most of his life, he had no wife and no children. This one in front of him was like his child. If the child made a mistake, the elders would not really care about it.Mr. Hu got up from the rocking chair, walked in front of Heng'e, and went to help her himself: "Get up, it's cold on the ground, it's not good for a girl to get cold."

"Sir, I'm sorry." Heng'e couldn't stop the tears in her eyes.

Mr. Hu helped her up: "A teacher for a day and a father for life, you child, let the past go."

"Then, would you like to go back to the capital with me, sir?" Heng'e's eyes were clouded with water mist, and the tip of her nose was slightly red. She didn't look like the graceful and elegant Pearl of the Cui family, but was rather cute and pitiful like a child. .

Mr. Hu shook his head with a broken smile: "I'm getting old, and I just want to live a life like a wild crane."

"Mister still won't forgive me?" Hang'e turned her face away, the handkerchief in her hand quickly swept across the corners of her eyes, staining a cloud of water stains.

"Sir." Hang'e sniffed, her sweet and glutinous voice was slightly sandy, with moist water vapor: "Sir, if you really let go of this world, why did you choose to live in Haicheng? This place is just a cloud, but since you have ambitions, how can you be buried in this dust and rubble with your talent to help the world."

Hearing this, Mr. Hu's eyes showed a hint of self-mockery: "I'm old, and I live alone, just looking for food and clothing."

Heng'e had suppressed her emotions at this time, her reddish eyes were as bright as morning stars: "Sir, don't lie to me. If you only want food and clothing, even the tea you usually drink is Longjing from Mingqian, let alone you If you really want to hide from the world, why would you choose to settle in Haicheng. Looking at the whole of China, Haicheng is far more prosperous than other cities. The geographical location is very important, and it is adjacent to Jin L City. You can always pay attention to the movement of Chen Mansion. Mr. I have been teaching me for so many years, how can my disciples not understand this point?" Hang'e bowed before Yingying said, "Sir, you are a young man with great ambitions, and my disciples know that you have great ambitions. Back then, my disciples did not understand your painstaking efforts. I have let you down. My disciple also asks you to help me regardless of past suspicions."

Mr. Hu stopped waving the cattail fan: "If you want to support Chen Ran and replace him, I can't do anything, then you are an idiot who can't afford to support him, not to mention, Chen Yunhong is still alive."

"No, you misunderstood me." She did have this idea once, but Zhuge Kongming's ability can't help Liu Chan to stabilize the country, let alone her.And... now she realizes how many misunderstandings she has had with Chen Xi.She has never seriously understood the person next to her pillow. If... if she hadn't been preconceived... A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of Heng'e's lips. I have thought about it, but...the current situation is endless, and I have no choice. Now...Sir, now I just want to live a good life with my husband, and support him as a wife. "

Mr. Hu knew his little apprentice, she said so, obviously she had made up her mind.Because of this, he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Have you really decided to live a good life with the young commander?"

Heng'e lowered her eyes: "I used to blame too much. During the years I married Chen Xi, I never treated him with the heart of a wife. Between me and him, if there are three points of his fault, then my Seven points are wrong."

Mr. Hu originally just listened calmly, but after hearing what Heng'e said, his eyes flashed sternly, and the easy-going expression on his face was replaced by seriousness: "What happened!" His apprentice He understood that Heng'e's temperament was very stubborn, and it was useless to persuade him to do what he was looking for.Back then, Mr. Cui, Mrs. Cui, and himself, the mentor who taught us, all joined the battle, and I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup Mo Yan poured into this girl so that she would not bump into the south wall and not look back.When she said these words now, it was obvious that a major event had happened that made her heartbroken.

The deep concern in Mr. Hu's words made Heng'e's eyes sour, and she almost shed tears again. She pursed her lips, and her sweet voice revealed uncontrollable resentment and sadness: "Mr. died, and became the head of HM."

"Second Master Gu?" Mr. Hu's eyes were like lightning!