Falling plum

◇ pick up seven ◆

But Liu Wenze never heard the answer that Liu Wenqing wanted to go to the capital with him.

Because Liu Wenqing ran away overnight.

He was too careless. He thought he could trust Liu Wenqing. After all, Liu Wenqing was very sad yesterday and seemed to be shaken, but unexpectedly, reality dealt him a heavy blow.

Liu Wenqing subdued himself and cried in front of him, all because he planned to escape this time.

He coaxes him like a child.

Liu Wenze was so angry that he dropped several cups, went out, and went straight to Baimei Pavilion—he wanted to catch Liu Wenqing back.

When he arrived at the Baimei Pavilion, Liu Wenze failed to find Liu Wenqing, so he interrogated the witch hazel lady.

Facing this ferocious Buddha, Jin Yu Niang was also very wronged, "My lord, the women really don't know. Mei Lang has never returned since you took him away. What crime did Mei Lang commit?"

What crime?

Thinking of Liu Wenqing's face, Liu Wenze became angry, but he couldn't say anything, so he cleared his throat and said, "You know, you have to sit for a long time to cover up the imperial court's criminals!"

The witch was terrified, and confessed honestly, "I don't know where Mei Lang has gone? Today is the seventh day of the lunar new year, and I can't find him."

"what for?"

Every year on the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, Mei Lang will disappear for a day, and no one can find him.

Today is the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month.

After a while, the witch said that although she didn't know where Mei Lang had gone, she could tell him where Mei Lang lived.

When Liu Wenze left the Baimei Pavilion, it was already dark, but he still wanted to go to Nanlupo to see where Liu Wenqing lived these years.

In the midst of a blizzard, Liu Wenze carried a lantern and went up the mountain alone.He walked in a hurry, but when he arrived at the hut, the black sable fur was still covered with wind and snow.

The hut was brightly lit, but there was no one there.

As expected, Mei Lang was not in the three caves of the cunning rabbit.

He carefully looked at the furnishings in the room, except for the scattered documents and some musical scores he had sorted out on the table, they were all poor. He thought, has Liu Wenqing lived such a life in the past five years?Even if it is so difficult, have you never been willing to go to Beijing to join him?

He knew that Liu Wenqing had always hated him. If it weren't for his existence, he would still be the third son of the Liu family. With his talent and learning, he would be the one to be named on the gold list. He had a premonition that Liu Wenqing hated him in his heart, but he never She didn't expect to hate Zhisi, and even if she could escape from Muzhou, she would not want to leave with him.

There was a sudden snowstorm outside the window, and the way down the mountain might have been blocked. He sat in front of the desk for a while, thinking about where he had gone in such a heavy snowstorm outside, but no matter where he went, he would go home anyway, so he put the desk again. The kerosene lamp added some more oil, and the light became brighter. He noticed a few tablets on the desk.

He looked over one by one and was taken aback, "Xie Zhiqiu, Zhang Rong, Shen Duzhi, Lu Jianyu... the seven sons of Wannan? He even offered their tablets?"

Liu Wenqing was famous for his talent and made many friends. The Seven Sons of Wannan referred to the seven young literati including Liu Wenqing at that time. Unfortunately, the Lu Party headed by Prime Minister You was accused of treason, and Emperor Ming Hui was furious. , Wannan's seven sons all died in this catastrophe.

Liu Wenqing escaped this catastrophe because of some things, he was unable to enter Beijing to serve as an official.

The Lu party is in trouble for the government, and the folks prohibit offering sacrifices, but he is so bold that he still brazenly keeps offering incense?

But no, why are there seven tablets?

He looked again, and found "Liu Wenqing"'s tablet in the inconspicuous corner behind, but it hadn't been painted with white paint yet.

Brushing with white paint means passing away.

"He even prepared his own coffin and ladle!" Liu Wenze thought angrily. Liu Wenqing planned his life in this room, his papers, his friends, and even life and death. However, none of the things in the house were related to him, Liu Wenze.

He has never been so clear for a moment that Liu Wenqing's life and future have never been planned for him.

He wanted to ask Liu Wenqing clearly, did he just want to distance himself from him?

However, it is unclear.

He gritted his teeth thinking.

He waited bored for Liu Wenqing, looked at the words on the wall, and wrote the words "Quietness and Inaction", so he also wrote these four words on the desk.

The handwriting was identical.

Liu Wenqing used to teach his characters bit by bit with a ruler. With his unique bones and soul, a "Liu Wenqing" re-grew in his body.

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It was snowing all night.

Liu Wenze had that ominous dream again in Shangjing a few months ago.

In the boundless world, Liu Wenqing was kneeling under the ancient tree in front of the Guanyin Hall, completely naked.

He asked him, "Who are you wearing sackcloth and mourning for?"

Liu Wenqing ignored him and continued to burn paper for the tree.

Liu Wenze couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed Liu Wenqing, and took Liu Wenqing away. Only then did he see clearly Liu Wenqing's face that had been hanging down in the shadows.

"I will dress myself in sackcloth and filial piety." Liu Wenqing replied.

Liu Wenqing turned to the tomb in fright, and the tomb of Liu Wenqing was indeed written on the tombstone.

When Liu Wenze woke up, he found that the sky was bright, he was lying on the thin quilt, and the charcoal stove in the room was almost burned out.He was stunned for a while before he was sure that he did not have a charcoal stove last night, so...he came back?

But the pillow on the bed was clearly the only trace of him alone.

Liu Wenze thought coldly, how could it be possible for Liu Wenqing to share the same bed with him now?

He searched all over the hut, but found no one. Only the bamboo basket at the door could prove that he had indeed returned last night. He glanced at the impoverished hut, and felt that there was really nothing that could threaten Liu Wenqing, even if he guarded the temple, The monk also ran away without a trace.

He can't sit on the sidelines.

He just wanted to get out of the hut when suddenly a spotted eagle flew to the window and lingered.

In Hudi, spotted hawks are usually used to deliver letter paper. He was shocked and grabbed the spotted hawk. There was indeed a bamboo tube tied to its claws. He took the letter and scrawled on the white paper in between. reads:

Brother Liu: We will meet at Guanyin Hall on Laba day, and we will drink Laba porridge together.

There is no signature, the font is messy, and the handwriting cannot be seen.

Who will write this letter to himself?

His heart skipped a beat, no, the "Brother Liu" in the letter did not refer to himself, but——Liu Wenqing.

The author has something to say: The daily life of my younger brother——

looking for brother. . .

Catch it back. . .

Brother disappeared again.

looking for brother. . .

Catch it again. . .

Exhausted. . . . ψ(*｀ー?)ψ

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Merry Christmas Duck! ! !