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There was chaos outside, I took the opportunity to break free from Brother Tong's hand, and rushed to push the door open.

In the yard, guards from all walks of life fought together.Jun Ye and Director Lu's people got mixed up and became red-eyed.

But none of that appeals to me.In the middle of the yard, Master Jun was holding Master in his arms, with his head raised and his back facing me. Master had... a knife inserted into his back?

The master in Junye's arms is as thin as a piece of paper.

There was a roar in my head, and tears suddenly blocked my eyes.I ran over and knelt down beside Master.

"Master..." I murmured, "What's wrong with you... Don't you want Zhenshu?"

Master remained motionless, his head resting on Jun Ye's shoulder, but his good-looking eyebrows could no longer smile at me gently.

I grabbed Master's hand, and while covering it in the palm of my hand, I looked at him beggingly, hoping that he could look at me again.

"Zhenshu," Master Jun looked at me, his already low voice was hoarse, "Give me the key to the East Chamber."

I hurriedly went to Mother He to ask for it, and carefully put it in the hands of the military master.

Master Jun picked up Master and walked towards the East Chamber.I subconsciously followed, but I heard the military master whisper: "Your east chamber, I can always enter now."

The door closed, and I stood outside, speechless.

Behind me are two teams of people shouting to fight and kill, and in front of me is the master who has gone west.The peaceful days of snuggling up in the arms of the master and learning the book and playing the piano suddenly shattered like a dream.

Zhenshu is no longer Zhenshu, but Qin Zhenshu.

I watched the scuffle in the yard, went down the steps stupidly to pick up a gun, and fired three times at the sky.

There was a sudden silence in the yard.

No one taught me how to shoot or what to do at this point.I just feel that my heart is too uncomfortable, and I feel a little better only when I hear the gunshot in my hand.

A group of people woke up like a dream, and they were about to rush towards me. I unconsciously raised the gun and pointed the gun at them.

One hand covers my eyes before the blood splatters.The voice of the military master sounded behind me, there was no sorrow in it, only indifference: "Remember to be steady and accurate when shooting."

He took the gun in my hand and pulled me behind him: "If you want to shoot, first look at my appearance."

When the military master started, the scuffle turned into a one-sided massacre.The people brought by Director Lu were slaughtered, and he himself was bloody.I looked around, but couldn't find his body.

"Are you afraid?" Jun Ye asked me standing behind me.

I looked back at him and shook my head calmly.

"Okay," Jun Ye stroked my hair, "Call me Mo Ye from now on."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and closed the door of the east chamber, and gently unlocked it.

Everything outside was taken care of by the guards brought by Mo Ye. Mother He and the others were frightened, so they all gathered around me at this time.

"Zhenshu..." Mother He tremblingly said, with tears still on her face, "Why did you shoot, when did you learn..."

I just skipped He Ma's question.I was thinking, what would Master say if he was here?

As I was thinking about it, I said it: "Mother He, you must be terrified. Go and rest in your room. We are here. Uncle Li, you and I will help the guards tidy up the yard together. We cannot let Master The courtyard is dirty. Brother Tong, take your wound medicine and go see how the guards who lived with us before are doing, and then...give them some more silver ingots, they will do the most work today."

Brother Xiaotong looked at me in surprise: "Zhenshu?"

I smiled: "Everyone, hurry up, Master is watching."

In the middle of the night, the yard was finally swept clean.The leftovers from dinner were still on the table, and no one dared to collect them.

I let everyone go down, and sat on the stone bench in the yard by myself, staring blankly at the dark main house.

When I first came here, I was always afraid of the deep door of the main house, and always felt like a dark mouth was about to swallow me.Later, Master led me in and out countless times, and I got better.The main room gathers all the memories of Master and I, every stroke, every note.

Master is really good-looking, I was stunned from the first time I saw him.I was thinking, there is such a beautiful person in the world, and I met him again?I am also lucky in three lives to have a mentor-student relationship with him.

Master's squareness is full of kindness, and he never forces me to learn anything.I also have times when I'm lazy and don't read books, or fool around with my homework.Master never scolded me, but just told me to remember to be responsible for my choices.If I choose to play, I will not be able to learn; if I choose to be fooled, I will not acquire knowledge; if I choose to be lazy, I will not grow.I copied Master's words and posted them in the room, and I read them every day, and I learned them over time.

Master is a gentle person, he never speaks loudly in the yard, and he never says who scolded anyone.But I think Master's eyes are always full of arrogance, just like the plum blossoms he wrote that day, they will not wither through wind and snow, and will not bloom due to changes in time.The way Master stood on the steps and looked at Mo Ye always reminded me of winter plum blossoms.Scattered into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance remains the same.

Master's feelings for Master Mo may actually be deeper than he knows.I have seen him rubbing those books sent by Mo Ye more than once, and he would often sit in the yard and look up at the circling pigeons for an entire afternoon, and then sit in the yard and read until evening.When Mo Ye was drunk, the tip of the knife pointed at Mo Ye, but the master had a headache for that, and finally scratched his own hand.Ever since Master fell ill, Master Mo came here almost every day.There are three or four days a week to watch the night in the yard, these masters know more or less.Through the window of the west wing, I have seen many times the master standing at the door looking at the sleeping Master Mo.But he just looked at it like this, and refused to get any closer.Probably because the master couldn't forgive himself.

In the afternoon when Master and Master Mo were writing together, I sat by the side and felt very uneasy.On the one hand, I really hope that the two of them can just sit and write like this, but on the other hand, I know inexplicably that such a picture will never happen again in the future.So I deliberately chose "Qi Ao" to try. I don't believe that Master Mo is really not worthy of this song in Master's heart.The moment Master asked me to play it again, I understood that Master Mo was worthy of the words "like cutting like learning, cutting like grinding" in Master's heart.It's just that Master's temperament is too cold and arrogant. He has always been the only one who owes others, so how can he tolerate others owe him?Master Mo understood him and understood him, so he would rather grit his teeth and be hated to death by Master than let Master know the truth.

But in this way, why bother to understand why bother to understand?

When the master is gone, so will Zhenshu.

Only Qin Zhenshu was left in the world.

It was three days later that Mo Ye walked out of the east chamber.The past three days have been uneventful, and no one from the inspection team has come.Master Mo sent Uncle Li to find the coffin shop, and explained many things to Mama He, but Mama He still cried when she opened her mouth.

I walked over, and together with Brother Xiaotong, we coaxed Mama He back to the south room.I asked Brother Xiao Tong to persuade her to find Master Mo by myself.

"Master Mo," I asked, "we can't stay in the capital anymore, where shall we go in the future?"

Master Mo looked at me: "You have grown up."

I smiled, got up and brought Mo Ye a cup of tea: "They are all waiting for me."

"Don't be so like your master," Mo Ye suddenly said, "If you can't bear it, just throw it on the ground, whoever can take care of it."

I was silent, looking out the window for a long time before saying: "I don't care who can care."

In January of the next year, Lord Mo packed up our things and took us south, eventually stopping in Suzhou.

Mr. Mo used his savings to set up a piano store, and found several luthiers to teach the children how to play the piano.At the beginning, I said I would let the luthiers guide me, but later it became me to guide them.

Master Mo said that I can't be proud, so he took me to search for masters.In the end, with my skills, I worshiped under the guqin master Shao Jiuyuan, but I agreed with Mr. Shao to only call him teacher, not master.

The teacher didn't ask anything, and agreed with me with a smile.

We bought a small building in Suzhou, the first floor was for He Ma and Xiaotong to live in, and Mo Ye and I lived on the second floor.After I learned the piano from my teacher, I stayed at the teacher's house most of the time and only came back once a month.

The piano used by the master has been kept in Mo Ye's room.Master Mo specially found a table to set it up, with a cup of Tieguanyin and a Langhao brush beside it.

Master Mo kept all photos of Master in my room.He said that it doesn't matter whether a person looks at the photos or not in his heart, he remembers all his voice, smile and appearance, and dare not forget a single detail.

Most of Master's ashes were buried in the capital, in the Qin family's original cemetery.Master Mo brought a small part and put it in a small box.Usually placed on the desk, next to the right hand.

Once I secretly opened it, and there were actually two strands of hair inside.Neither Master nor Mo Ye had braids, nor did they have a crew cut, so they were just two strands of hair tied together with a red thread.

The darker one belongs to Master Mo, and the soft brown one belongs to Master.

The two hairs snuggled together, as if they had agreed to never separate until they were old.

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