Sound waves

Shu Mingxuan froze for a moment.

Ouyang Qing had already stood up and entered the room to start packing her luggage.

"Teacher, shall I accompany you back?" Shu Mingxuan walked to the door of the bedroom and asked him.

"No, I'll be back for a few days." Ouyang Qing folded the clothes neatly and put them in the suitcase.Those neatly folded clothes were smoothed by him time and time again, which made him who usually looked very calm look a little flustered.

"teacher……"

"Call me a car." Ouyang Qing said, "I'm going to the airport now... At this time, I should still be able to buy a ticket back to Chengdu in the early morning."

Shu Mingxuan was silent for a while, booked the last two first-class tickets online, and called a taxi again.

When Ouyang Qing packed his luggage and came out to leave, Shu Mingxuan also packed his backpack and waited for him at the door.

When going out, Ouyang Qing even comforted him: "Xiao Shu, don't be afraid, the teacher will be back in two days."

"Well, I'm not afraid." Shu Mingxuan put on his coat and put on his backpack, "Because I'm going with the teacher."

"...You still have work tomorrow." Ouyang Qing said, "This is not good."

"Teacher, your mother has passed away. I think work can be put aside for now." Shu Mingxuan said, "I'm not a child who just left society, and I can clearly distinguish what is more important."

"Xiao Shu..."

Shu Mingxuan pulled him out of the door: "Let's go, the car is downstairs."

The plane finally left the capital at 10:[-] minutes in the morning. Shu Mingxuan fell asleep not long after boarding the plane. I don't know how long it took before he woke up groggy and saw Ouyang Qing holding an old photo and looking at it. .

"Teacher." Shu Mingxuan lay on the seat and turned over to look at him.

"Ok?"

"Sleep for a while?" Shu Mingxuan said, "There are still many things to deal with after landing."

Ouyang Qing flattened the photo, rubbed it with her hand for a while, and said in a low voice, "I can't sleep."

"Then I won't sleep anymore, I will accompany the teacher." Shu Mingxuan sat up, "Teacher, please talk to me for a while."

Ouyang Qing's mother was named Zhu Yu.

Shu Mingxuan only saw her picture, and occasionally during festivals, he would receive a call from home. If it was Aunt Zhu's call, Ouyang Qing would answer it.

That is to chat a few words, not more.

According to Boss Shu's memory, Ouyang Qing has such an indifferent attitude most of the time, and everyone thinks so too - he has heard others talking behind his back more than once that Teacher Ouyang is noble, unreasonable, and harsh...

But Shu Mingxuan knew that Ouyang Qing's heart was softer and hotter than anyone else's.

He saves the cat in the middle of the road.

Sponsored poor students.

Spare no effort to support the talented juniors in the circle.

The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, probably referring to people like Ouyang Qing.

They arrived at the community where Ouyang Qing's parents lived at about five o'clock. A mourning hall was set up downstairs, and the portraits had already been placed.

Ouyang Qing and Shu Mingxuan went in one after the other.

Ouyang Qing burned incense, kowtowed, and came out to thank relatives and friends who came to help one by one.He was still the same as before, with a calm face, and his eyes were not even moist.

Then he said to Ouyang Chen: "Dad."

Ouyang Chen, who was burning paper in front of the mourning hall, saw him bring another man in, his eyebrows were already frowned, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I've seen your mother. Are you at ease?"

Ouyang Qing was silent.

"If you weren't so stubborn, why couldn't you be by your mother's side when she left?" Ouyang Chen asked him, "Do you regret it?"

Ouyang Qing was silent for a long time, and finally said: "I didn't see my mother off because you didn't tell me in advance. If my second uncle didn't call me, I wouldn't even know about my mother's death."

"Why should I tell you?" Ouyang Chen threw a handful of paper money into the brazier, "I have already severed the father-son relationship with you. When will you get back on track, and when will we reconcile!"

"The right way?" Ouyang Qing asked back, "Is it right to find a girl to marry, marry a wife and have children? Then I don't regret it—"

Ouyang Chen's face was livid.

He pointed at Shu Mingxuan and asked, "You are doing it for this, this—a man?!"

Ouyang Qing blocked Shu Mingxuan from behind: "He is my student."

"I don't let my students go. What about your teacher's morality?! I don't have such a shameless son like you!" Ouyang Chen scolded, "Get lost!"

Ouyang Qing pulled Shu Mingxuan and turned around to leave.

The two left the mourning hall, and the sky was already bright.

Ouyang Chen was still cursing inside, the content was harsh.

Shu Mingxuan secretly glanced at Ouyang Qing's face, he was still very calm.

Shu Mingxuan bought a white bag of 1 yuan to Ouyang Qing's second uncle at the door, and then asked Ouyang Qing: "Teacher, shall we go?"

"Go?" Ouyang Qing slowly regained her senses, "I won't go. My mother passed away. As a son, I didn't see her once when I was alive. After death, I have to accompany her to the last journey. He... wants to scold her Just scold."

He pulled Shu Mingxuan to sit at a place farther away from the mourning hall, wreaths were delivered one after another, and Ouyang Qing began to write elegiac couplets.He loves calligraphy and writes very well.

Yan tendons and willow bones, Luan floats and phoenix moors.

Even at such moments, he is meticulous.

Since he knew the news when he was in Beijing, he never drank water, ate anything, or slept.But right now he was still focused.

Teacher Zhu Yu has many peaches and plums in front of him, and his reputation is extremely high.

One after another, people heard the news and rushed over.

At ten o'clock, there were already more than 200 wreaths.

Ouyang Qing changed several bottles of ink.

Each wreath is hung with his eulogy and tribute.

"Teacher, take a break." Shu Mingxuan persuaded him, reaching out to hold his wrist, "Drink some water."

Ouyang Qing looked up at him blankly.

"I'm not tired." His voice was hoarse, his lips were chapped, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Shu Mingxuan couldn't bear it, and coaxed him: "Teacher, why don't you take a rest, how about I write for you?"

A cold wind blows.

Layers upon layers of wreaths were blown by the wind and fell to the ground.

The elegiac couplets on the wreath flew up.

Like a fluttering white ribbon, it filled the entire sky and was blown into mid-air.

Ouyang Qing looked up at the sky.

Then he burst into tears.

"Xiao Shu." Ouyang Qing choked up, and it took a while to make a sound, "I don't have... mother anymore."