Laws of Spirit Recycling

Came to a secluded courtyard a few streets away, and walked through the center of the courtyard, a building appeared, standing tall in the night snow, without candlelight, revealing a little spooky.The man led Xiao Yu upstairs, and they stood on the highest floor, leaning on the railing to watch.

"How?" The man turned his head, not missing the boy's amazed eyes.

"It's so beautiful." Afraid of being laughed at, Xiao Yu carefully explained: "This is the first time I've seen snow here."

"There is still time, you can appreciate it slowly."

Xiao Yu moved his lips, and whispered: "Thank you, my lord." Suddenly thinking that he didn't know the origin of the other party, "My lord, can I tell you..."

"Fu Jianchi." The man interrupted indifferently, "Apart from looking at the snow, do you have anything else you want to do?"

"Other things I want to do..." No one has ever asked him this question, Xiao Yu wrinkled his face in an incomprehensible look, "For example?"

"For example." Fu Jianchi looked at the plainly dressed, cautious and timid young man in front of him, "Go to see my parents."

"I don't have any parents. I was picked up by Mama Yu."

Speaking of this, Xiao Yu turned around and stared at the snow that was still falling, as if deliberately ignoring the sentimental atmosphere that was about to surround, Fu Jianchi asked again, obviously he wanted to make a quick decision.

"Everyone has things they wanted to do during their lifetime, but they couldn't be done due to various reasons. You should also have things. You might as well talk about it and listen to it. It doesn't matter how big or small it is."

"Things I wanted to do when I was alive..." Being taken to a beautiful place by the other party to enjoy the snow, the cowardly boy let go of his guard easily and thought about it seriously, "I just thought about how to tidy up the study and keep those thick classics Keep it intact, serve the third son to study, give him a pen to grind ink..."

Xiao Yu glanced sideways, and found the desk next to the window in the night, "Momo, yes, I want to write."

Fu Jianchi smiled, "What's so difficult about it?"

They went into the room and went around behind the desk.Xiao Yu is used to these articles of study, so he lowered his head meekly to prepare, took out the rice paper and spread it in the middle, pressed the center of the paper with both hands and stroked it to the sides, and pressed the ruler to one side, then went to look at the pen hanging, just about to detail After careful selection, the candlestick placed in the corner of the desk suddenly lit up automatically.

Feeling his surprised gaze, Fu Jianchi raised his eyebrows disapprovingly, and Xiao Yu suddenly realized, with admiration in his eyes, "Master Immortal?"

"It's just lighting a piece of wax. I don't have the supernatural power of a fairy."

Xiao Yu nodded in understanding, and said happily: "It's not a fairy, it must be a wandering outsider." Candlelight illuminates the desk, and there are a few spotless books on it, the nibs of which are smudged into ink. The wolf hair hangs on the pen hanging, "This doesn't look like an uninhabited place."

"So what's the matter, we just have to return the brush and ink after we borrowed them."

Although he was still a little worried, thinking about the identity and background of the man in front of him, Xiao Yu became calm. With his hands hanging behind his back, his tone was a little more respectful, "Well, I will listen to Master Fu's arrangement."

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, Fu Jianchi picked up the pen and rolled up his sleeves, "Xiao Yu, I am not the high-ranking man you said, let alone the son of a prince and noble family, so I don't need to be so commensurate. There is no red tape between you and me, what do you want to say? , what you want to do, although you can do whatever you want."

The light in Xiao Yu's eyes gleamed, like snowflakes falling on the skirt of his clothes, melting and moistening instantly.After settling his mind, he walked to the other side and took the initiative to study the ink. Looking at the man who was writing on the white paper, he whispered to himself, "Then who is Mr. Fu?"

"It's not important." Fu Jianchi paused, turned his head and glanced at the pensive young man, "If you really want to know, then I... should be your master now."

"Master?" Xiao Yu blinked, not understanding how there was such a connection.

"I'm going to teach you how to write at this time, isn't that what Master did?" Fu Jianchi said casually, as if he was teasing a boy.Before taking his eyes off the white paper, he waved the last stroke before standing up straight, "Okay, come and try."

"I can't do it." Yu Yan shook his head, with a trace of shame hidden in his dark eyes, "I, I can't read."

Fu Jianchi asked plainly: "How can the book boy be illiterate?"

Xiao Yu pursed her lips and replied: "The third son said that I was too stupid, so he chose another one to be his personal book boy. He only let me do some cleaning and tidying since I was a child. Although I am also called a book boy, I am no different from other servants .”

"So that's how it is." The man's face remained calm, and the school teacher continued to make plans, "Then I will teach you how to read first, and then you can start holding a pen after you get familiar with it."

"Yeah." The other party didn't look at him strangely, Yu Yan felt a little grateful in his heart, and threw himself into the pen and paper again, "Mr. Fu, what do you write in these three characters?"

"Fu Jianchi."

Lips and teeth met, Yu Yan lowered his head, pointed from top to bottom with his hand, read these three words softly, turned his head and said: "Although I don't know what it means, but I think it sounds good."

Fu Jianchi was slightly startled, and a slight smile appeared, "It doesn't mean anything, it's taken at random." It was just for communicating with ordinary people, and he didn't say this sentence.

Xiao Yu had already picked up the pen without dipping the ink, staring at the structure of the font blurring in the air, showing the eagerness of a knowledge seeker, Fu Jianchi corrected his pen holding posture, and after explaining, let the other party sit on the chair beside the desk seat.

Seeing the three words "Fu Jianchi" left empty on the white paper, he casually asked: "I will also write your name on it, and I will learn it together today. "

Fu Jianchi stood next to him and wrote the pen. He had just written the word "Yu" when he remembered that he didn't know the boy's full name, "Tell me your name."

"Master Fu, don't you know? It's called Xiaoyu." The young man kept his pen in his hand, glanced at the words on the paper, "I take my mother's surname, she didn't give me a name, she said it doesn't matter if I'm a servant For these, everyone directly calls me 'Xiao Yu'."

After listening, Fu Jianchi echoed: "The name really doesn't matter."

Looking at the snow falling outside the window, Xiao Yu murmured: "But... I also want to have a nice name."

"Is this what you wanted in your lifetime?"

The boy was a little ashamed to admit it, and nodded.

"Then let me get you one."

"Is it really possible?" Xiao Yu's eyes glowed with sincerity.

"Naturally." Fu Jianchi took two steps, searching for the appropriate meaning of the word in his mind, his eyes flashed when he put down the pen, the inkstone with pine and crane cloud pattern was simple and dignified, the inkstone was covered with thin white ice, and there was only a ball of black ink, sticky sticky in the center.

Immediately lit some ink, and wrote an "inkstone" under the word "Yu". Fu Jianchi retracted the pen and read out in a deep voice: "Yu Yan, you should be familiar with this word, the inkstone of the inkstone."

"Inkstone..." The boy's eyelashes drooped slightly, and there was a slight loneliness in his eyes.

Fu Jianchi thought he felt disappointed that this word was too common, so he thought of a poem written by a dead soul.

"What is Mr. Fu writing?"

Different from the smooth and orderly handwriting just now, and the slightly scribbled handwriting, Fu Jianchi finished writing and slowly read aloud, "The snow shadow horizontal window has not awakened, and the ice inkstone is left alone for the rest of my life. This is where your name comes from."

Looking at the wet ink, the young man kept repeating the poems read by the other party in his heart, and laughed blankly, "I like this name. From now on, I will be called Yu Yan."

"Mr. Fu, are you sure you won't disturb them?" Yu Yan made a stroke and looked worriedly at the man standing beside him.

During this period of time, whenever it snows, Fu Jianchi will take him here to enjoy the snow, and then study ink and practice calligraphy.The number of visits became more and more, and Yu Yan also knew where the buildings in this city were used for. The visitors were all Gaoliang children, who were arty during the day and sensual at night.They don't have that desire for eyes and ears, they always wait until after midnight, and then come slowly with the snow on their shoulders.

"Even if there are guards guarding the building, they are already unconscious at this hour. How can they still listen to our movements at the highest level?" Fu Jianchi didn't seem to take these things to heart at all. He stared at the young man who continued to write, and suddenly said: "It's not right here."

Yu Yan turned around, and saw the man leaning over, Fu Jianchi's hand was on the back of his hand, Yu Yan hurriedly shifted his gaze, lowered his head to read carefully, but the right hand holding the pen couldn't exert any strength at all, and he couldn't do it either. Dare to move around, at this time both hand and pen are held by Mr. Fu, calmly swiping ink on the rice paper.

Every time the strokes are reversed and he hesitates to write, Fu Jianchi will teach him like this, which is not a strange thing, but Yu Yan doesn't know why, and he always feels nervous and flustered, even a little guilty.

He was really confused, staring blankly at the hand, the fingers were slender, the joints were distinct, the broad palm was attached to the back of his hand, it was obvious that he was out of the ordinary body and didn't know the cold or warm, but Yu Yan seemed to be able to feel the warmth from it.

The cold wind drifted into the room from the slightly open window, and under the flickering candlelight, there were two people leaning over and embracing each other, and the boy's heart that was faintly stirred by the candlelight.

"That's the right way to write it, remember?" Fu Jianchi turned his head, stared at the young man's quiet side face under the soft light, and let go of his hand suddenly.

"Remember." Yu Yan didn't realize it. When he raised his eyes, he saw the calm face on the other side's face. He unnaturally turned back a little, glanced at the man again, and said seriously after hesitating: "Mr. Fu, will you know?" Think I'm stupid?"

Fu Jianchi straightened up, and said with a smile: "It's not that I want to be a literati, what's the point of being a little less than others? Besides, the lack of talent can be made up for later. As long as we have patience, we still have plenty of time."

Yu Yan was a little depressed, thinking of the time that the other party often mentioned.Mr. Fu said that he came here to take him away from here, and when the right time came, they would go to a new place.But where is the new place, what opportunities are needed at the right time, he never told them.

Fu Jianchi didn't mention it, so Yu Yan naturally didn't dare to take the initiative to ask, not because he was worried that the other party would keep quiet, but more because he was afraid that the answer would not be as satisfactory as expected.What is the perfect picture?Thinking about it carefully, he didn't get along with Mr. Fu for a long time. He just wandered around the city during the day and found a secluded place at night to watch the snow and write without any disturbance.

But there is an unprecedented feeling, like flying snow all over the sky, spreading a dazzling pure white in my heart.

"What are you thinking about?"

A familiar voice interrupted his thoughts, Yu Yan came back to his senses, and looked at the man standing opposite him.Fu Jianchi took away the rice paper he was writing, looked at it carefully and chanted: "Chaimen hears the dog barking, and returns home on a snowy night. This sentence is well written. Although the writing strength is lacking, fortunately, the handwriting is clear and elegant, and the flaws are not concealed."

"Thanks to Mr. Fu's teaching and correction." Yu Yan, who received the praise, immediately squinted his eyes with a smile, and propped his chin with the hand holding the pen, "Returning on a snowy night... This sentence can be used to describe Mr. Fu."

"Me? How do you say it?" Fu Jianchi asked curiously.

"The day we first met was also a snowy and cold night. Mr. Fu came from the snow, isn't it just 'returning on a snowy night'?"

Yu Yan's earnest explanation made Fu Jianchi smile, "The wind and snow are indeed consistent, but I have just arrived from afar, how can I deal with the word 'return'?" Half of the paper occupied by the font was put back on the desk, "say Wake up, I still remember the way you secretly hid under the window sill that day when you clearly wanted to see the snow."

"I can't come out, so I have to watch the snow by the window."

Thinking of how timid he was after pulling him out, Fu Jianchi said, "Afraid of being seen by others?"

"Well, I heard Mama Yu say that the backyard was haunted by ghosts. Madam invited a very powerful celestial master from outside, and it was peaceful after casting spells." Yu Yan's tone seemed to be standing in another strange position, full of sympathy, " I don't want to get caught...and die again."

Where the young man could not see with his head bowed, the man's eyes flickered slightly, and his voice was the same, "Then you are playing outside every day, aren't you afraid of being seen by the Heavenly Master?"

Yu Yan raised his head, stared at Fu Jianchi for a while, and then said: "Now I'm not as scared as before."

"Come on, let's go out to enjoy the snow." Fu Jianchi couldn't help but pull up the boy and strode to the fence outside the house.

There is no wind tonight, and the night snow is falling slowly and unhindered.Everything is covered, standing on tall buildings overlooking the densely packed roofs of the city, they are like giant animals with soft white feathers, crawling lazily on the ground, and no one has come to break the silence at this time.There is only snow, falling full of youthful expectations, making a rustling sound as it responds to wishes.

Yu Yan went to get the snow on the railing, rolled it into a ball in his hand, looked at the snow that was squeezed into a ball, and suddenly said, "Actually, there is another reason. I am guarding something in the woodshed."

Thinking that the topic is over like this, but he didn't expect the boy to bring it up again, Fu Jianchi couldn't help feeling curious: "What is it?"

"...Myself." Yu Yan held the snowball, as if guarding a fragile treasure, with a very soft voice, "There are a lot of mice and worms in the firewood room. They said that they are hungry..." He paused, Can't seem to say, "Eat anything."

"Are you still in the woodshed?"

Yu Yan shook his head, put the snowball on the wooden railing, and leaned over, "It's gone, they carried it out just before Mr. Fu came, maybe it was burned in front of some side door, it's better than burying it." save trouble."

Folding his hands on the snow-covered fence, the teenager rested his chin on the back of his hand, watching the continuous snow, "I think it's pretty good, maybe after burning, 'I' can blend with the snow and turn into frost, When the sun rises, it will turn into water and flow anywhere."

Fu Jianchi watched the young man silently, and heard a trace of desolation from his soft voice.The more sad and joyless, the more unspeakable emotions are hidden. Fu Jianchi has experienced many such moments, but this is the first time he wants to reach out to appease the dead around him.

He didn't restrain his thoughts, he gently stroked Yu Yan's head, and suddenly thought of something following the other person's words, "Yan'er, you are young, and you work in the county magistrate's mansion, so it stands to reason that there will be no right and wrong, Why did you end up in such a field, did someone bully you?"

"No one bullies me." Yu Yan replied in a low voice.

"Then why are you..." Since they came out of the county magistrate's mansion that time, they never went back, so Fu Jianchi felt that he should go there to find clues to solve Yu Yan's knot.

"I was not careful." Yu Yan lay on the railing with a muffled voice, "When I was grinding the ink for the third son, the ink splashed on the paper he was drawing on. The third master was very angry and fined me [-] years old immediately. plate."

Fu Jianchi frowned, "Just because of this?"

"Well, after the beating, people locked me in the firewood room facing the wall and thought about it. At that time, I felt very uncomfortable. My body hurt like a crack. I wanted to see if there was any bleeding, but I couldn't even move. Mama Yu was not here. No one will come to see me and give me medicine. The woodshed is colder than the house, there is no bed there, I can only sleep on the matted hay, and it didn’t take long for me to have a fever, cold and hot... I don’t know myself How did he die? I only remember grabbing a hand on the window sill and falling asleep with the snow on my pillow..."

A tear fell silently from his cheek, Yu Yan didn't notice his trembling voice, he was just rediscovering the dark memory, recalling the great torment he endured day and night.The fiery burning inside his body and the cold wind pouring in from the collar of his sleeves are like the palms of torture, trying to squeeze him out of shape, twist him over, and crush him into foam...

He didn't dare to think about it anymore, he only wanted to escape... He was just a small grain of sand, not even a plaything, and he was born to be treated indifferently.Fate is involuntary, even if it is buried in an inconspicuous corner, it can fall anytime, anywhere like dust that flicks from your fingertips.

"Yan'er." Noticing the other's trembling shoulders, Fu Jianchi reached out to wipe away his tears.

Tears were warm, and the man raised his hand slightly in a daze.In the past, he never cared about the temperature of the tears of mortals, let alone seeing them cry... like a feeling of aching in the chest.

When it touched his cheek, the teenager's tears became more violent and dripped down on his fingertips.Yu Yan turned to face him, sobbing, his lips moved, and finally opened his mouth.

"Actually... I was suffering from the wind and cold. That night was the first snowfall since the beginning of winter. I couldn't help going out to look at it for a while at night. The next day my mind was dizzy. I couldn't help it when I was grinding ink for the third son. With a light cough, the ink splashed from the ink holder onto the paper, making the third son angry." The young man's intermittent words were full of grievances and bitterness, and he wiped his cheek with his sleeve, "I know I was wrong, but, But I just want to see the snow..."

Fu Jianchi took him into his arms, and comforted him with a gentle tone that he couldn't detect: "You are right, I know. As long as it snows in the future, let's all come out to see the snow, shall we?"

"En." Yu Yan responded in a low voice, not daring to wrap his arms around the opponent's hand, and clinging tightly to the man's lapel as if grasping the only souvenir.