Peerless luthier

What would you do if someone you thought was always by your side suddenly disappeared.Copy the URL to visit% If you search around, search hard, and still can't find him, what can you do?

Do you feel lost, even hopeless?

I don’t know what Zhong Yi was thinking at that time. In the scorching summer, he sat in front of the paulownia piano that had accompanied him for a long time, playing it over and over again, as if he would never get tired, as if he wanted to get rid of the blurred and gradually alienated All feelings are expelled.

The window was open, and the wind blew through vigorously, blowing his black hair into a mess. However, his eyelashes were half drooped, as if he didn't notice it, and his slender fingers were still playing the piano gently, obviously resentful, the last thing in his heart In the soft place, there is still nostalgia that cannot be driven away.

This time when he failed the imperial luthier exam, Zhong Han's reply letter was still encouraging and consoling, which seemed to be nothing at all. However, as a son, he didn't know his father's thoughts?

Zhong Yi knew that Dad was a little disappointed.

"Xiaoyi, the house has been a bit messy lately. I'm afraid it will take a while to move house. Be sure to concentrate on it and practice hard. It's probably winter. Come and visit me, don't worry about it."

Zhong Yi put down the letter paper, looking a little disappointed.

From summer to autumn, the clear sound of the piano influenced this young figure. Under the inadvertent sculpting of the years, his face became more and more handsome, his eyebrows and eyes were clean and pure, and his gestures showed a dusty demeanor.

Occasionally, Yin Zizhong came back with a sword in his hand, and saw Zhong Yi put the flower field on his knees, flipping through a book, with a calm expression.

Yin Zizhong said: "Have you eaten?"

"Well," Zhong Yi looked up and smiled faintly, "Sanyi brought it back from Yutai Restaurant, and it's on the table."

Yin Zi nodded and put the blade on the knife rest.

Huatian jumped off Zhongyi's lap, jumped onto the stool, and tried to jump onto the table, but his claws didn't hold it firmly, or he didn't jump far enough. Rolled to the ground.

"Meow-"

Huatian climbed to the ground a little clumsily, shaking his head.

The sobbing meow was low, as if it was crying.

Yin Zizhong quickly picked it up and wiped off the dust on it.Zhong Yi threw away the book and panicked: "Hua Tian, ​​Hua Tian, ​​are you alright?"

"Meow——" With a low wail, Hua Tian buried her face in Yin Zizhong's chest.

Zhong Yi hugged it to the soft bed, Hua Tian shook his thin body, turned his back, his head drooped, and the tip of its tail trembled slightly.

Yin Zizhong and Zhong Yi looked at it in silence.

When winter came, Zhong Yi bid farewell to Fu Sanyi and Yin Zizhong, packed the dazed flower field in a cloak and hat, and waited for the carriage.

Another cart selling oranges passed by, and Zhong Yi's eyes froze.

Holding some sour and sweet orange slices, the cold touch spreads on the fingertips. It snowed at this time last year, and now it is the same as always.

Zhong Yi turned his head sideways, watching a carriage approach from far to near.

Ten days later, Zhong Yi arrived at home.

For some reason, Zhong Yi faintly sensed a sign of decay. Holding the box, Zhong Yi looked at the snow-covered courtyard. It seemed that the tree that hadn’t been pruned for a long time was standing there withered. Yellow ones, sticking shortly to the ground.

There seemed to be a lot less servants, Zhong Yi walked to the middle door, Zhong Han hurried over and said happily: "I'm back, go in quickly, it's cold outside."

Zhong Yi smiled slightly: "Where's mother?"

Zhong Han smiled and said: "Your mother, she is in the house, afraid of the cold, I didn't let her out."

"Then I'll go see him later." Zhong Yi said casually.

But there was no answer.

Zhong Yi looked back strangely——Zhong Han nodded and said, "Okay, okay."

When we arrived at the small attic, there was some dust. The flowers on display had long since withered, and there were still a few fallen leaves on the floor. Zhong Yi put the box in the study with a blank expression, glanced casually, and saw the There was mold in a large area of ​​the wall.

Zhong Yi was disgusted for a moment, turned around and saw A Rong enter the door.

A Rong smiled and said, "Young Master is back, I'll pack your things for you."

Zhong Yi said: "Is my room untied?"

A Rong's smile froze slightly: "...Young Master, forgive me, A Rong, A Rong has been confused and negligent recently."

Zhong Yi looked at A Rong and lowered her head, frowning slightly.

"It's okay, remember to call someone to clean up later."

"Ok."

Zhong Yi walked a few steps, took out small dried fish from the package and fed it to Huatian. Huatian looked very tired, lying on the woolen carpet with his eyes half-closed.

Zhong Yi sighed, watching A Rong open his suitcase and tidy it up quickly, looked carefully, and found that A Rong, who was pretty before, was a little haggard.

He stepped up to the second floor.

It was still the embroidery that caught the eye, Zhong Yi stretched out her hand and stroked it gently.When they were teenagers, their parents encouraged them to study hard, saying that they would give it to whoever did well in the year-end exam—of course, the winner was Zhong Li.

Zhong Yi remembered that Zhong Li was a little proud and had a wicked smile at that time, so she also smiled.

Turn left and you will find Zhong Li's bedroom. When you open the door, a stale smell comes out.

Zhong Yi closed his eyes. He remembered that many years ago, every time he opened this door, he could smell a familiar, fresh fragrance.

The sheets were dark blue, the quilt was neatly folded, the windows were closed, and the curtains blocked the light from outside.

Beside the bed, there was a soft chair, where Zhong Yi dozed off many times. I remember waiting for Zhong Li to come back from Kanyuan Pavilion, and when he opened his eyes, he appeared in front of him.

Zhong Yi closed the door and went to Zhong Li's study.The two large bookcases were still full of books, and when I stretched out my fingers to wipe them, there was a cloud of dust on my fingertips.

Zhong Yi took out her handkerchief, lowered her beautiful eyes, and carefully wiped the dust off her fingertips.

Pull out the secret compartment, and it seems that a note will come out of it, with the boy's teasing words written on it.

Opening the skylight, the cold wind blew in and froze his cheeks. He squinted his eyes and looked at the drifting snowflakes.

Suddenly, it seemed that the downstairs was covered with thick snow, and a familiar figure was running on the snow, leaving footprints.

"Xiaoyi—Little Pig—"

Zhong Yi murmured, and then laughed.

When he woke up, it was Zhong Han's worried face: "Xiaoyi, why did you sleep here?"

Zhong Yi struggled to get up, only to find herself lying on the soft chair in Zhong Li's room.

"I was a little tired, so I found a place to fall asleep." Zhong Yi smiled.

Zhong Han didn't speak, and said: "Then get up, your mother is waiting for you."

"it is good."

The two went downstairs.

Along the way, holding an umbrella, Zhong Yi looked at the roof of his house and found that some places had been changed for rest.

"Daddy, is that roof going to be repaired?"

"Where? The weather is not good recently, let's wait until the weather clears up."

"Oh."

Zhong Yi arrived in the courtyard of Zhong Han and Yan Hui, and heard a piercing cough from a long distance away.

A maid said: "Madam, Madam, the young master is coming soon."

Yan Hui's cough became softer, as if she was deliberately suppressing it, but then she coughed louder.

Zhong Yi stopped and looked sideways at Zhong Han: "Father, you said that mother recovered from her illness."

Zhong Han felt that the younger son's expression was a bit serious.

Zhong Han said: "It's just...it's been cold recently, so it's getting worse."

Zhong Yi didn't believe it, and pushed open the door and walked in. The strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine came to her face, and a bad premonition floated in her heart.

Behind the screen embroidered with flying butterflies is the bedroom.

Zhong Yi said: "Mother, I'm back."

"Cough cough cough...Xiaoyi..."

"Bang dong!" There was a sound of something falling to the ground.

After that, there was the sound of hurrying and scurrying, the maids were picking up the fallen things, Yan Hui was speechless.

Zhong Yi forcibly held back her tears, looked back, and saw Zhong Han standing at the door with red eyes, meeting his gaze, and forced a smile.

Zhong Yi walked in, and the maids were squatting on the ground packing up the medicine pots, cups, and unfinished medicine soup on the tray.

Yan Hui leaned against the head of the bed, her face was pale, she saw Zhong Yi, and said softly: "Xiao Yi, come here, let mother take a look."

Zhong Yi walked over and sat in front of the bed, biting her lower lip tightly.

Yan Hui smiled and said, "Why, it seems like you're about to cry? Man, don't be like this, cough cough cough..."

After coughing for a while, Yan Hui avoided Zhong Yi's gaze unnaturally: "A few days ago, I caught a cold and it hasn't recovered."

Zhong Yi nodded and said, "Mother will get better."

Yan Hui looked at him with a smile, stretched out her slender hand to caress Zhong Yi's cheek: "Xiao Yi, you seem to have grown up a lot."

Zhong Yi pressed against Yan Hui's hand and said, "When I grow up, I have to take care of my mother."

Yan Hui laughed, laughed, and coughed again.

During the New Year, Yan Hui still got up to take care of herself, but her frailty was too obvious, so A Rong shared a lot of it.

Deng Erniang had been away for a long time and never came back.

Zhong Yi is used to eating the dishes she cooks. Now, when she asked casually, she found that the old housekeeper Liu who answered his question also hunched over.

Is it the years?

Changed everything.

On the night of New Year's Eve, the fireworks crackled and the family sat together and said "good luck".

The neighbor's house seemed to be very lively, with constant laughter and laughter, which made Zhong's residence even more desolate. Yan Hui was a little tired, so Zhong Han helped her go back to rest.

Zhong Yi returned to the room, lay down on the bed, and found that Hua Tian was squatting by the pillow and looking at him without blinking.

Zhong Yi smiled: "What are you looking at me for?"

Hanada: "Meow——"

She threw herself into his arms and acted like a baby.

Zhong Yi smiled, looking very satisfied.

On the first day of the new year, firecrackers were set off, and the number of guests in the house seemed to be much less. Zhong Yi didn't ask, and lay down on the bed.

But Huatian kept arguing, helplessly, got up, went to see her mother, she was still resting, walked to the street, but didn't know what to do.

On this day, Huatian seemed to be very lively, running around.It will eat whatever Zhong Yi feeds it, obediently following behind him.

"Flower field—"

"Meow!"

"Flower field—"

"Meow meow--"

On this day, it seemed that he was back when he was a child. Zhong Yi took Hua Tian to the place where he used to play, nostalgic, happy and melancholy at the same time.

That night, after washing up, Hua Tian squatted beside the pillow again, looking at Zhong Yi.

Zhong Yi was a little tired: "Good boy, Huatian is sleeping."

"Meow--"

There was a slight sound, and after that, it never appeared again.

Zhong Yi fell asleep and dreamed of Zhong Li, he became more handsome, with flower fields in his arms, round and bright cat eyes, looking at Zhong Yi without blinking.

Zhong Li smiled and turned around.

Zhong Yi said: "Don't go! Don't go!"

Waking up suddenly, he looked around and found that the flower field was gone.

Zhong Yi searched everywhere, but still couldn't find it.

He was disappointed, staring blankly at a pack of dried fish that hadn't been fed to him yet.

So, he never found it again.