Peerless luthier

That night, Zhong Yi tossed and turned on the bed, thinking of her father and mother saying: "Although I think the opening date of Jinheyuan is not very coincidental, but it is a good thing for Xiaoyi, besides, you can visit us when you come home from vacation, boy, Don't miss home too much at this age. Copy URL Visit%"

Not only that, the Chinese New Year is obviously the only day in a year when Ah Li comes back.

Zhong Yi thought silently in her heart.

Yan Hui seemed to see Zhong Yi's thoughts, and said, "Although Ah Li just came back for Chinese New Year, he definitely supports Xiao Yi to go."

Zhong Han said, "Let me write a letter to Ah Li."

The last time I wrote a letter to Fancheng was when I went to Hecheng for the Chinese New Year last year. Kan Yuan Pavilion was also very strict with family letters. Zhong Han and Yan Hui didn't write letters often, saying that they were afraid of causing trouble to Ah Li.

In fact, Kan Yuan Pavilion has always made adjustments based on the grades of the students. For example, Ah Li performed well, and he sent letters to his family more often than the average person.

After about ten days, Ali's reply arrived.

Zhong Yi took it from the servant, and quickly opened it to see that there were still a few simple lines of powerful and meaningful words on it: This matter is very good, Jinhe City, the hometown of luthiers, Jinhe Garden, the world of luthiers.

Zhong Han took a look and said with a smile, "Look, Ah Li also supports you."

This matter is settled.

That morning in winter, there was a lot of fog. It was February [-]th, and the academy was not closed yet, so I went early in the morning.

Yan Hui instructed: "I have to bring all the things from the academy, maybe they will come in handy when I arrive at Jinhe Garden."

Zhong Han took Zhong Yi to Yunying Academy to pack his study items. Li Mu was the only one in the school at this time. He watched Zhong Yi take out books from the desk one by one, and put them in the box one after another. Asked: "Zhong Yi, what are you doing?"

Zhong Yi turned her head and smiled: "I won't come to class for the time being."

Li Mu asked: "Why?"

"Uh..." Zhong Yi thought that the matter might not have been made public yet, so Li Mu didn't understand. He thought for a while and said, "I'm planning to go to another place to study."

"Oh." Li Mu looked a little disappointed: "The class is good, why did you go to other places..."

His voice was not loud, so Zhong Yi attributed it to his muttering and did not answer.

When he was about to clean up, Zhong Han walked in with a smile: "Okay, let's go to Master Zhu, I just told him."

Then Zhong Han noticed Li Mu and greeted him.

They then left the school and went to find Master Zhu.

"Zhong Yi, uh, well, will you come back to school in the future?" Li Mu asked stammeringly.

Zhong Yi shook his head: "Maybe not, let me go." He smiled at Li Mu and left.

Li Mu looked at Zhong Yi's leaving back, with an indescribably sad expression on his face, with a hint of sadness.

Zhu Wen knew about this before, and learned that they came to pack things today, so when they came to his study, they found that Zhu Wen had a few more notebooks on his desk.

Zhu Wen smiled and said, "Congratulations, Zhong Yi."

Zhong Yi quickly said, "Thank you, Master."

Zhu Wen handed him the small notebook on the table: "This is my idea of ​​short song creation from the beginning and some notes to assist you. Take it."

"What?" Zhong Yi was slightly surprised, took a look, and found that the first page was the plan he begged Master Zhu to guide him to improve his composition of short songs.

There was warmth in my heart, but mixed with unknown complex emotions.

"Master Zhu, thank you."

Zhu Wenqian smiled, and patted him on the shoulder lightly: "I went to Jinhe Garden, I need to study more, and I will check your homework when I come back next time."

Zhong Yi said firmly: "Of course, I will not disappoint Master's expectations."

Zhong Han said to Zhu Wen, "Is Master Zhu free on the night of February [-]th?"

Zhu Wen nodded: "What's the matter?"

Zhong Han said with a smile: "That's right, Xiaoyi will be leaving on February [-]th. The night before, I wanted to get together. It would be great if you could go. We would like to express our gratitude to you for your cultivation of Xiaoyi."

Zhu Wen said with a smile: "Of course."

They carried their suitcases downstairs, familiar stairs, familiar halls, familiar flowers and plants, familiar Zhiqin Building, familiar Yunying Academy—goodbye.

Zhong Yi stood at the gate of the academy and looked back. At this time, many students had already entered, and people were coming and going. The academy in the vast fog did not feel desolate, but standing at the gate, he felt a little desolate. .

Zhong Yi walked out with Zhong Han, thinking, this is the so-called reluctance to part with her alma mater.

After a few days of urgent packing work, it was nothing more than a change of clothes, warm clothes, daily necessities and the like.

When looking for the study, Zhong Yi took the bell with the word "Li" engraved on it.He remembered that every time he came and went, Ah Li always carried the bell engraved with "Yi", which he tied with a dark blue ribbon and put in the pocket of his underwear.

Looking at the shining bell, Zhong Yi thought, take it with you,

Yan Hui helped him tidy up the last few fur capes, and said, "I've gained experience in tidying things up for Ah Li. Let's see, mother's results."

Yan Hui looked at Zhong Yi with a smile, and Zhong Yi looked at the three big boxes by the wall, a little sad: "Mother, I don't want to go..."

Yan Hui patted his head lightly: "Little fool, you have to cherish the opportunity. Wouldn't it be good to go to the hometown of the luthier to learn more?"

Zhong Yi buried her head in Yan Hui's arms and remained silent.

On the evening of February [-]th, the cold moon was cold.

Zhu Wen came as promised, but there was more than one person.

Zhong Yi, who was standing at the door to greet him, felt a lot of pressure—this man was expressionless, with jet black long hair crowned high, exquisite facial features, eyes like cold stars, wearing purple fur, tall and slender, his helpless aura was too cold, in the cold The winter nights feel even more inaccessible.

Zhu Wen smiled: "Xiaoyi, forgive him for coming uninvited."

How dare you.

Zhong Yi smiled, looked at that cold gaze, and said stiffly: "Brother Sanyin, long time no see."

"Ah."

Zhu Wen glanced at Zhong Yi apologetically: "Let's go in."

"Ok."

Wang San followed closely behind, silent.

Zhong Yi thought to herself: I don't meet him very often in the academy, so why does he grow taller and more handsome?

After entering the door, Wang Sanyin and Zhu Wen walked side by side.

Zhong Yi looked at it and was amused: as a cousin, Mrs. Zhu is a head shorter than Wang Sanyin.

Therefore, as an elder brother, Ah Li is much taller than himself, which can be forgiven.

Surrounding the table were all familiar faces, and when they heard that the bearded man was away on business, he was not invited.

Strange, it seems that Prince Han hasn't been here for a long time.

But Zhong Yi never mentioned this. The year before last, Ah Li said that his father had a dispute with Prince Han and it was not as good as it used to be.

However, even if it is a dispute between friends, they should understand each other, right?

Zhong Yi thought about it, but chose to remain silent.

During the meal, Hua Tian kept sticking to Zhong Yi's side. It has been like this for the past few days, and it probably doesn't want to part with Zhong Yi.

After seeing off Wang Sanyin and Zhu Wen, Zhong Yi kept pestering Zhong Han and Yan Hui, until it was time to go to bed, and reluctantly went back to the attic.

Yan Hui watched Zhong Yi's figure hugging the flower field go further and further away, and sighed: "The children have grown up."

Zhong Han put his arms around her thin shoulders: "They will always come back."

Going to bed at night, Zhong Yi held Hua Tian in her arms: "Hua Tian, ​​don't miss me after I'm gone, eat fish obediently, and be happy."

"Meow—" Huatian drooped her ears.

Zhong Yi closed her eyes, feeling the temperature of the flower field, thinking that this was the last night, she felt a dull pain in her heart.

Ah Li, does he feel the same way every time before he leaves?

Zhong Yi didn't know, he thought he couldn't sleep tonight, but he fell asleep next to the flower field.

On the second day, Zhong Yi was woken up by being "stepped on" by Hua Tian, ​​who stomped on his chest with its little white paws to wake him up.

He hugged it tightly.

It was still early at this time, but Yan Hui had already prepared breakfast.

Yan Hui smiled and said, "You love the pumpkin cakes made by Mother herself, and these little steamed buns."

Zhong Yi nodded, gobbled it up, and ate the last breakfast before leaving home.

The hired carriage was driven by Uncle Ma, and Uncle Ma said, "Master Zhongqin, don't worry, I will take the young master to Jinhe City safely. Take a trip."

Zhong Han smiled and said, "Thank you for your trouble."

Uncle Ma smiled embarrassedly.

Zhong Yi looked at his parents standing by the door, they were smiling at him, Hua Tian was sitting on the steps in front of the house, looking at him without blinking.

He boarded the carriage, and with the sound of the wheels, he watched the familiar door getting farther and farther away. He lowered the curtain, and the cold wind suddenly poured in, making him burst into tears.

This is the first time in Zhong Yi's life that he has left his hometown and his relatives to go to his unknown future.

As everyone knows, after the carriage galloped away, Yan Hui covered her tears with a handkerchief and stumbled home.

Zhong Han moistened his eyes, still standing in the cold wind, looking at the direction the carriage was leaving.

A few days later, a letter to Zhong Han came from Han Wangfu.

Zhong Han didn't even look at it, and threw the letter directly into the stove with a blank expression, and the light of the extinguishing fire was reflected in his eyes.

In the luxurious study room, the man kneeling on the ground said: "Report to the lord, the letter has been delivered."

"Yeah." Han Yi casually looked at the document, "Did he read it?"

The people on the ground hesitated slightly, and replied: "My lord, no, the carillonist... threw the letter into the stove."

Han Yi was startled, but smiled: "Go down."

The people on the ground went out.

Han Yi smiled and said: "It really hasn't changed. When I was young, I didn't read my letters and burned them, and it's the same now." He looked up at the colorful patterns on the ceiling: "I hope...you won't regret it."

Perhaps because he was satisfied before, Han Yi did not go to Zhong Han again this time.

On the other hand, Zhong Han, when he was practicing calligraphy in the winter night, the fragments of memories he occasionally recalled made him angry from embarrassment.

He sighed, why bother?

The author has something to say: the second volume will start tomorrow——[II·Dianpei Liunian], sprinkle flowers~(≧▽≦)/~