Shuoyun Feidu

"I'm finally back..."

The winter of this year seems to be extraordinarily cold. A few days ago, there was a heavy snow like flying goose feathers. It didn't stop until last night. Beitang Rongdu sat in the carriage and slightly lifted the curtain to look out. , looking up at the flying eaves and pavilions not far away, it is majestic and magnificent, with rich and exquisite decorations, and it is different from other places. After a stop, someone stepped forward and opened the door of the carriage, Beitang Rongdu came down wearing a lynx fur, a soft coat had already been prepared beside him, four young men in satin jackets were standing beside him, Beitang Rongdu got on Ruanyu sat down and ordered: "You don't have to go back to Bihai Pavilion, take me to Zheyunju first." The four people respectfully responded, lifted Ruanyu steadily, and walked towards Zheyunju.

After a while, they arrived at the place, Beitang Rongdu went down and went straight inside, there were a few younger and slightly older maids in the outer hall who were feeding and watering the parrots, when they saw him coming, they rushed to meet him, The servant Beitang Rongdu took off his cloak, and said with a smile, "I heard that the young master is coming back today, but I never thought it would be so early." Beitang Rongdu took off the snow fox fur muff, handed it to a maid, and said casually "What is father doing?" Someone responded: "Young master, the castle master is now in the west room."

When Beitang Rongdu entered the room, he saw Beitang Zunyue sitting in front of a pear marble desk, holding a pen in his hand, as if he was painting. There was an open book in the corner of the desk, and a book on the ground next to it. The bronze pixiu tripod, as tall as half a person, is filled with fine incense.Beitang Zunyue was wearing a moon-white brocade robe, with the wide sleeve of his right hand half-rolled, without raising his head, he just continued to use his brush in his hand, and said: "...I'm back." Beitang Rongdu agreed casually. With a sound, he walked over and looked at the paper spread in the case. It turned out that the painting was a phoenix perched among the sycamore trees. It’s not bad, compared to me, it’s just a little worse.”

At this time, Beitang Zunyue just finished painting and finished his brushwork. He picked up a silk towel beside him and wiped his hands. Hearing this, he slightly raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said, "Oh? Then draw one for me to see." Beitang Rongdu was also polite, dragged a chair and sat beside him, with a pen in his mouth, resting his cheek with his hand, thought for a while and said, "Painting? Let me think about it..." Suddenly the corner of his mouth twitched. There was a weird smile: "How about this..." He picked up the pen and said with Shuxie: "Come on, watch me start to draw." Shuashua' the pen is like a dragon and a snake, and it was done in one go. Then he put the pen down and said: "Okay."

Beitang Zunyue looked at the wet ink painting on the paper, the corners of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, and squinted his eyes and said, "What are you...?" Beitang Rongdu laughed and laughed, and said: "You drew 'Feng Qiwu', and I drew 'Chicken Eating Rice'...they are almost the same." Beitang Zunyue slapped him on the top of the head and scolded with a smile: " You bastard, what the hell are you drawing? It doesn't make any sense!" Beitang Rongdu flexibly twisted his body to avoid the man's hand, and he slid onto the low kang not far away, took off his shoes and sat on it. .There was a small table on the kang, and there were one or two plates of exquisite snacks on the table. Beitang Rongdu picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, took a bite, and sighed: "Anyway, it's better to stay at home. Staying outside for more than half a month is not comfortable at all..."

Beitang Zunyue also came over and sat on the kang. Before he could sit down, he suddenly heard a slight sound of 'gulu'. Beitang Zunyue paused slightly. Following the sound, he saw Beitang Rong Du tilted his head slightly, as if he was feeling a little uncomfortable, Beitang Zunyue suddenly laughed with a 'chi', and said, "Why, are you hungry?" Beitang Rongdu touched his nose, He raised his eyebrows and muttered: "Hey! What's so ridiculous." Beitang Zun Yue looked at him with a half-smile in his eyes, and teased: "No?"

Beitang Rongdu sat cross-legged on the kang, stuffed another piece of pastry into his mouth, and said angrily: "Of course, you can laugh if you like... I just got off the pier and drove to the fort by car. Where is it?" If I have time to eat, of course I will be hungry, besides, I am still growing and I can eat, haven’t you heard of ‘Half-sized man, eat poor old man’?” Beitang Zunyue looked at Beitang Rong Du, said with a low smile: "Don't worry, I can still afford to support you." Then, he ordered someone to fix a few side dishes and bring them up.

Beitang Rongdu was sitting at the side, and first he made two pieces of snacks to cushion his stomach, and waited for the food to be delivered. He was eating, but suddenly a hand supported his face from the side, and Beitang Zun Yue pulled the boy's head Looking at a small fingernail-sized ink stain on his left cheek, he said, "What happened to your face?" Beitang Rongdu subconsciously raised his hand to touch it: "What's wrong?" Beitang Zunyue sneered and said: "Just now, I just drew a ghostly talisman, and got the ink all over my face?" As he said, he wanted to wipe it off with his hand.

The man got closer, and the warm breath brushed Beitang Rongdu's face lightly, and there was a hint of tea in it. He must have just drank strong tea. Beitang Rongdu tilted his head slightly, At the same time, he took out a brocade handkerchief from his bosom, wiped it on his face, and said, "I'll just wipe it myself, so as not to get your hands dirty." Then, he turned around and took the handkerchief by himself Rub it on the face carefully, the more Beitang Zun sees it, it's all right, but he just looked at Beitang Rongdu in front of him. The other party is at a long age at this time, and he hasn't seen him for more than half a month. It seems that there has been a slight change, and the eyebrows and eyes seem to have opened a little longer, and it is already difficult to see the unique immaturity of young people.

Since Beitang Zunyue had that heart disease in his heart earlier, although on the surface he seems to be the same as before, it is naturally impossible to completely regard Beitang Rongdu as his own son, but he still has seven points. Treat him as a lover, I haven't seen him for more than half a month, in addition to being a father who is concerned about his child, he also has a feeling of lovesickness. Since ancient times, there has been a saying "one day is like three autumns". According to the saying, most people who are in a passion can't wait to be tired of being with the person they miss in their hearts every day. Beitang Zunyue is naturally unavoidable. Beitang Rongdu has been out of the fort for a while. Thinking about this young man, now that the other party comes back, he is within reach in front of his eyes, Beitang Zunyue almost wants to hug him in his arms, kiss him hard, and hug him, but it's so good!For a while, it was like scratching one's heart with claws, only turning the word 'stinky boy' upside down in his heart, but his face was still calm and serious.

From time to time, a few small dishes were placed on the table, all of which Beitang Rongdu liked to eat on weekdays. Beitang Rongdu drank half a bowl of soup and ate some more vegetables to fill his stomach. While drinking the hot tea slowly, Venerable Beitang looked at him more and saw that he was still looking good, so he asked: "When you sent a letter back earlier, you only wrote a few lines roughly, now I am asking you , before you met the old bald donkey that Kongzhen, and later went to kill Mo and Lan, were you ever injured?"

Beitang Rongdu held the teacup, sipped it in small sips, and said with a smile: "Didn't I send the letter and come back, why don't you worry about it." I don’t know you? I always report good news but not bad news.” Beitang Rongdu waved his hand casually, and said with a smile, “It’s really nothing, that Kong Zhenguang vomited blood and didn’t do anything to me. I got a little flesh injury, but it doesn't matter, it's already healed after just a few days." As he said, as if afraid that Master Beitang would not believe him, he stretched out his hand to roll up the sleeve of his left arm, and pointed to a line above it. wound, said: "Look."

An inch-long sword wound lay across the elbow of the forearm. It was not deep, and had already scabbed, so it was not wrapped with cloth. It was indeed just a flesh wound. Forearm, I wanted to reach out to touch and play with it, but in the end I just touched the scabbed wound with my fingertips, frowned and said: "With your martial arts, if you want to kill those two people, it stands to reason It’s not easy to get hurt.” Beitang Rongdu put down his sleeves nonchalantly, and said with a smile, “Catching alive is harder than killing someone. Beitang Zun Yue heard the words, pulled the corner of his lips: "Catch alive?"

Beitang Rongdu tidied up his sleeves and then replied: "Isn't that right, those two people's true energy is so deep, how could they waste it for nothing? Isn't it a waste of money?" I don't know what it's like, but there was only a trace of disdain on her face, and she snorted: "That woman is fine, she is still young and beautiful, and has some good looks, but that person named Mo seems to be 45-[-] years old. It's enough to be your grandfather, and you can do it, and I don't know who took advantage!" Beitang Rongdu scratched his hair in distress, and sighed: "What can I do? Who told me to practice This skill, Dad, didn’t you come here before, our family’s ancestors have done it this way.” Beitang Zunyue was at a loss for words for a moment, paused, and then said: “…there is no one like you So hungry!"

Beitang Rongdu was very thick-skinned and unmoved, he just muttered: "It's too cold to beg for food, how can there be so many good things, some are useful." Saying this, he stretched out his crossed legs , I have to put on my shoes on the ground and go for a walk outside in order to digest food.

A slender hand grabbed his wrist, Beitang Zunyue said indifferently: "By the way, I have something I forgot to ask you." He went back and asked, "Dad, what can I ask you?" Beitang Zunyue seemed to think about it for a while, with a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, he said, "Last month, you had a quarrel with me in Bihai Pavilion. I don't know until now, what exactly provoked you at that time, aroused your temper, and wanted to lose your temper?" Beitang Rongdu's face froze slightly when he heard this, and he raised his right hand unconsciously, Touching his ears, he turned his eyes to other places, and said, "It's nothing... It's just my own irritability."

Beitang Zunyue stroked Beitang Rongdu's hair on the temples, and said: "Still fooling around! You were born by me, what's going on in your heart, can I not know? If you don't mean what you say, don't say it as soon as possible. Beitang Rongdu had no choice but to turn his face away, spread his legs, his feet were exposed from under the hem of his clothes, and his snow-white fine cotton socks were spotless, and he said sullenly: "I am the one who fooled you carelessly. Sexuality? You are obviously wrong." Beitang Zunyue didn't think he was disobedient when he said that, he just said patiently: "Oh? It's my fault? Then tell me, what happened to me."

Beitang Rongdu put his hands into his sleeves, and said lightly: "When I was here that day, someone brought tea in, do you still remember?" He raised his eyes to Beitang Zunyue, and said displeasedly: "It stands to reason It has nothing to do with me to say who father dotes on, and there is no reason why a son should care about it. I don’t care what father likes to reward him, but you shouldn’t give my things to others! The hairpin, I used it before, it was a gift from my mother, and later I told you to win it in a card game, it’s all right, it’s a family anyway, it’s different in whose hands it is? But how can you reward it? People, and a child molester!"

After Beitang Rongdu finished speaking, he calmed down his tone and continued: "It's fine if it's just my stuff, I'm not a stingy person, but since my mother gave it to me, it's different! I just want to ask my father, if I gave the earring you gave me to a maid that day, you were not happy, then you rewarded a child molester with something my mother gave me, would I be happy? , dad, think about it for yourself, am I playing my temper unreasonably?"

Beitang Zunyue didn't finally understand why Beitang Rongdu was angry at that time until he heard this. He had never really been angry with Beitang Rongdu before, but now that he knew the ins and outs of the matter, he suddenly realized that there was no half point left. Displeased, he recalled for a moment that Beitang Rongdu was angry and vomited blood, and felt even more regretful. After a long silence, he said, "I don't remember that I got that hairpin from you... I'm still angry with you." What about it?" Beitang Rongdu stretched the corner of his clothes, shook his head and said, "It's all happened last month, how can I have such a temper, and still care about every detail." Just as the words fell, Beitang Zunyue had already stretched out his hand He hugged him into his arms, patted his head, and said softly: "It's my father's fault, I'll ask someone to bring the things back to you later, okay?"

The breath on the man's body is warm and fresh. Beitang Rongdu has liked this smell since he was a child, but he is no longer a child, and his father no longer simply regards him as a son... In fact, it's not untouchable. An arrogant man like his father, who is so self-respecting, will not express the slightest apology to anyone even if he does something wrong, but in front of him, he put down his posture more than once and said soft words, and even apologized. , Beitang Rongdu is not ignorant of these things.

It's a pity that he really can't accept this emotion that should be avoided, and he is also afraid that such an unknown thing will happen, so he would rather not face it squarely, and hope that he will not let him know more... Beitang Rongdu can't help He moved away from Beitang Zunyue in a trace, sat up straight, lowered his eyes and said: "I have already given it to others, why do you want to take it back? Is it possible that I, Beitang Rongdu, want to snatch something from a male prostitute?" No, it's fine if he takes it...Don't say these boring things, it's not yet noon, I'll go back and catch up on sleep, and then come to talk to Dad in the evening."

Beitang Zunyue said: "Where are you going? It's snowing outside again, just sleep here." Beitang Rongdu turned around and looked out the window. As expected, it snowed again at some time, and the sky was like rubbing cotton wool. Usually, Beitang Rongdu didn't insist on seeing him, and immediately ordered someone to fetch pillows and blankets, and lay down on the kang to sleep.

When he woke up again, he didn't know what time it was, Beitang Rongdu slowly opened his eyes a crack, and saw Beitang Zunyue sitting cross-legged on the kang not far away, the small desk in front of him was covered with paper , Beitang Zunyue pressed the paper with his left hand and held the brush with his right hand. Because of the angle, he couldn’t see whether he was writing or painting. The fragrance is faint like wisps, and when it is baked by the heat in the room, it dissipates quickly, until it fills the room with an intoxicating and warm fragrance, making people feel lazy and comfortable.Beitang Rongdu didn't make a sound to disturb, but just continued to lie peacefully, seemingly sleeping but not sleeping.

Beitang Zunyue didn't realize that he had woken up, and sat for a while, as if he was going to relieve himself or change clothes, got up and got off the ground, and walked out. Seeing the man leaving, Beitang Rongdu was also curious for a moment. He was doing something, so he stood up, moved to the small case, and took a closer look.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his eyes fell on the paper, he couldn't help being startled. It turned out that the paper was a half-finished painting. In the painting, a young man was sleeping by the window, with hair like a black waterfall, and a big red colored cloth on his pillow. The embroidered birthday python pillow is covered with a blanket, and snowflakes are rustling outside the window. Although the painting has not been finished, it is clearly the sleeping state of Beitang Rongdu just now, and the seven characters "Begonia spring sleep is not enough" were written early on.When Beitang Rongdu saw it for the first time, his heart skipped a few beats, but suddenly he heard the sound of the curtain being lifted outside, and hurried back to the bed, still pretending to be asleep.

After a while, Beitang Venerable walked in, still sitting on the warm kang, picked up the brush that was put aside just now, dipped it in some color, and continued to draw. The room was extremely quiet, even the sound of falling snow outside Almost audible.

I don't know whether it's because the house is too warm, or because something is happening in my heart. In short, Beitang Rongdu lay on the bed and pretended to be asleep, and he was slightly sweating. He finally stayed for a while, and finally Beitang Zunyue finished painting. After packing up his things, Beitang Rongdu secretly heaved a sigh of relief, lay down for another half a stick of incense, and then pretended to be faintly awake, opened his eyes, yawned long, turned over and swallowed He muttered vaguely: "...it's so hot..."

Beitang Zunyue turned his head and looked over, seeing a little sweat dripping from Beitang Rongdu's forehead, and said, "Why is it so hot?" Beitang Rongdu mumbled, "This room is too hot. It's hot, the heat is too hot, and I wear too many clothes... I've been afraid of heat since I was a child." Then, he slowly got up and sat up, rubbed his eyes, and called for someone to come in and serve him.

Outside the window, catkins were flying and snowflakes were fluttering. Beitang Rongdu was served by a maid who twisted the handkerchief, wiped his hands and face, and combed his hair again. Then he sat by the window and watched the scenery outside. Behind him, Yue said, "...what are you thinking about?"

Beitang Rongdu turned his head to one side, and said with a calm smile: "Father, have you forgotten? I will be fifteen years old before the Chinese New Year this year." Rong Du said: "That's it, so I was thinking, in addition to the New Year's money to get during the New Year, there is also a gift to receive." Beitang Zunyue spoke calmly, slowly stroking the boy's hair with his right hand, his eyes flickered With a look of doting, he said softly: "In that case, what do you want?"

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