Opposite the entrance hall

He was awakened by the nightmare and lost sleepiness, so he simply put on his clothes, got up, washed, packed up, and went out. There was a drizzle outside the house, and the mist filled the air. A gleam of morning light rose from the sky, and the ground was covered with accumulations left by last night's rain. The maid who cleaned the courtyard was doing the work at hand with her head bowed. The doors on the left and right were closed tightly, and no movement could be heard inside.

Ji Si listened to the rain for a while under the eaves, and the maid at the side approached and saluted respectfully with a trembling voice.

Hearing the voice, Ji Si glanced at her sideways, and said lightly without responding, "Bring an umbrella."

The maids of the Dou House were a little afraid of him, so they dared not speak too much when they heard the words, so they hurriedly searched for an oil umbrella and handed it over, Ji Si took it and walked straight into the rain and fog, just after leaving the yard, a man walked towards him, a little older Long, with a beard, narrow eyebrows and narrow eyes, he felt uncomfortable when looking at people, he stopped in front of Ji Si, bowed his head and saluted: "The little Xiangzhou governor Shi Qianduo has seen Mr. Shi Lang."

There are quite a lot of officials, large and small, in Xiangzhou, and because of the flood, there are also ninth-rank and small officials from many counties and villages below. Ji Si is a third-rank Beijing official. If there were too many words, he just nodded his head coldly and didn't make a sound. Seeing the man's scrutinizing and stealthy eyes, he couldn't help but frowned.

Qian Duo saw him take Joe, and cursed a few words in his heart:

Pooh!It's just a rabbit who sells ass, and still pretends to be in front of grandpa.

On the surface, he said with a polite and respectful smile: "Master Dou and Judge Wang are not in the mansion. I didn't have time to inform you for fear of disturbing the rest of the adults. I didn't ask the younger one to come and wait in advance. What is the minister's request? Let the younger one come." Make it happen."

"Master Dou has gone out?" Ji Si was a little surprised.

It stands to reason that they have to return to Beijing tomorrow. At this time, Dou Yuanliang shouldn't hurry up and perform. How can he still have time to go out?

"Today is the Xingqing Festival," Qian Duodao said. "In previous years, Xiangzhou would have the Silkworm Flower Festival. The people worshiped their ancestors, burned incense and prayed for blessings, planted willows to avoid disasters, went outing in the green and released kites, and there were tomb sacrifices and temples. Sacrifice, these are the rules left by the ancestors, and there is no shortage every year, but this year's flood happened, and now every household is terrified. There are so many refugees in this refugee camp. No, Mr. Dou has thought about it for a long time. Thinking that the people are still suffering, wouldn’t it be inappropriate to celebrate and have fun, so I decided not to hold the Silkworm Flower Festival this year, but this temple sacrifice is indispensable. Worship at the ancestral temple, praying for the subsidence of the flood and good weather in the coming year, Master Dou, as the parent and official of Xiangzhou, can't go anywhere, so he went to the ancestral hall to wait before dawn, the government has made arrangements, and the servant minister ordered it."

"Lord Dou really thinks of the common people everywhere." Ji Si said lightly.

Qian Duo repeatedly nodded in agreement, and told again about Dou Yuanliang's great achievements in laying bridges and roads, providing food and saving the people.

"Okay," Ji Si interrupted impatiently, "Did you see the chief envoy?"

"Master Qi went out early. The chief envoy and Lord Du had just left earlier, saying they were going to the Xiangzhou granary to check the accounts."

"Master Qi...where did you go?" He was a little curious, pretending to ask casually.

"You little one dare to ask!"

Ji Si frowned, and said after a while: "Prepare some joss paper money for me, white chrysanthemum and fresh fruit, and warm a pot of wine."

"Insert candle paper money?" Qian Duo repeated, raised his head carefully and asked, "What's the use, my lord?"

Hearing this, Ji Si frowned, and said sharply: "Do I need to tell you what's the use of this officer? As a slave, just do your duty. Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, and don't say what you shouldn't say." , Master Dou never taught such a simple truth?"

"The little one is talking too much, the little one is talking too much, this mouth is useless," Qian Duo raised his hand and slapped his face heavily, and smiled with the flattering one, "Master Minister, go to the hall to have tea and rest, wait for a while , little one, let’s get ready.”

The flattering smile on his face did not disappear, and his groveling appearance was disgusting. Ji Si didn't hide his disgust at all, striding away from people.

The corners of Qian Duo's raised mouth gradually retracted, a sneer sneered, his eyes narrowed, his demeanor changed a lot, full of strong hostility, his lips opened and closed, and he said something silently.

Ji Si couldn't hear it, so naturally he didn't know it, so he waited for a while, then took the maid and handed it over to carry the box out of the house.

His old relatives were not buried in Zhangzhou, so the process of sweeping the tombs, cultivating new soil, and kowtow to worship will be avoided. Everything is kept simple, just to find a place to chase after the end, and do a little filial piety, so that he will not die in the future. Go down He was poked in the head and scolded for his unworthy descendants.

Thinking of that scene, Ji Si couldn't help laughing, he had something hidden in his heart, so he left the governor's mansion and walked north for a long time before finding a place with few people.

There are no people to see there, the mountains are endless, and the mist surrounds the mountainside, exposing the top of the mountain. Looking at it, there is a bit of fairy air. In front of the foot of the mountain is a crystal clear stream. There was water mist, and because of the continuous spring rain, the water flowed out of the river, the flow was turbulent, and the surrounding weeds grew wantonly over the ankles, and Ji Si wet his hem across the grass, but he didn't care, just put it away The umbrella shook the water, and gently leaned against the camphor tree next to it.

The tree has luxuriant branches and leaves, and the stretched branches just blocked most of the drizzle. Ji Si took out the things in the suitcase one by one, lifted up the hem of his clothes and sat on the box, lowered his eyes and lit the joss stick. After burning the paper money, he unconsciously repeated the same action, and only after a long time did he say: "Then what..."

As soon as he said two words, Ji Si was stunned, startled by his hoarse voice, cleared his throat, swallowed the discomfort in his throat, and continued: "I...I am Ah Si."

As soon as the words fell, his eyes turned red, and the grievances that had been suppressed for a long time welled up in his heart, forcing out all the sadness and pain of Ji Si. Since he came back to life, he has been careful step by step, deliberate, and carefully I live as "Ji Si", unable to return home, unable to recognize friends, full of grievances and don't know who to talk to.

Ji Si sniffed and said: "Don't worry about me, I... I have a good life. Although it was not my intention, I entered the officialdom anyway, and I have never shamed my parents. I even met Qi Ran. he……"

"He's married," Ji Si said with a wry smile, and immediately skipped the topic, "I thought I could join you at the Pai Gow table when I went down, so as to save you from being bored, but Lord Yan didn't accept it. Ye is just worried, afraid that Concubine Wan will scold me for not keeping my word."

"Uncle Zhu is in charge of Shuzhou now. He has a big temper. He never gives Xiqiang iron cavalry a good look. He remembers that his parents ordered him to guard Shuzhou and Zhuluyuan, and he has been waiting for me to go back and take over the Eighth Battalion of Apocalypse. I think I am not as good as Uncle Zhu, and the Eighth Battalion of Tianqi is more famous in his hands."

"The emperor's health is not good. Now Li Hongyang and the others are fighting for the throne. The situation in the court is not very good now."

"Qi Ran has a son named Qi Nian. When I met him before, I didn't know he was so affectionate."

……

Ji Si babbled on without a word, and said whatever came to mind, as if planning to finish all the words.

He was a little thirsty, so he raised his head and took a sip of the wine. The strong wine entered his throat, and his stiff body immediately warmed up. He stared at the fire indifferently and thought for a while, Ji Si lit the remaining paper money and put it beside him. He was swallowed by the flames, and said in a flat tone: "Master Ji, although I don't know why this encounter between you and me came about, but I borrowed your body to live a new life, after all, I used your life to steal my life, right Li Si first thanks you for your injustice, and then apologizes, not asking for forgiveness, but asking for peace of mind, I swear here, from now on, I will set up a row for you and Ling Ci to light incense and pray for blessings, and light the lights I pray that the two of you will have a safe and happy life in the future, and everything will be successful."

After finishing speaking, Ji Si tilted the white porcelain wine bottle in his hand, and sprinkled the transparent wine on the soil. The mellow wine smell mixed with the moisture of rain and mist penetrated into the nasal cavity, which was very refreshing.

He relieved his boredom a little, looked at the landscape in front of him, he felt a little more carefree, the breeze was blowing, the birds in the mountains flapped their wings and soared, and the streams and rivers in the forest murmured.

Ji Si curled his lips and stood up, raised his head and took a sip of the wine. Looking back, the wine was still in his throat, and the smile on his face froze.

Qi Ran didn't know when he was standing behind him, this man was also wearing a plain white shirt today, his black hair was not tied with a crown, but tied with a hair tie, he didn't bring an umbrella, and the hem of his white clothes was stained with dirt and grass , with slightly damp hair, the top is covered with fine rain and mist, standing in the forest, with a cold face, the whole person is extremely handsome.

It was obviously a very beautiful painting, but Ji Si suddenly became flustered, his Adam's apple moved, and he held the warm wine in his mouth for a long time, and just slid down into his stomach, the two of them just stared at each other, Until the fire behind Ji Si made the sound of sparks bursting.

"You..." Qi Ran spoke out first, "Why is Master Ji here?"

"Isn't it the Qing Festival today? I'm looking for a quiet place to pay respects to my dead mother, and say a few words of heartfelt words to her, respect and filial piety," Ji Si replied with a steady smile.

After listening to the answer, Qi Ran remembered that Ji Sisheng's mother was a famous prostitute in Zhangzhou, and behind her was the concubine of Ji Kang, the county magistrate. She passed away a few years ago. But it's a little curious.

"Master Ji's filial piety is really rare."

Ji Si smiled and said: "When I was young, I was a bit out of temper. Every time I got into trouble, I was punished by my mother to kneel. At first, I felt wronged and could hold the quilt and cry all night. The next day, my eyes were so swollen that I couldn't see anyone. Later, I waited for her to pass away. I found out that if she could be happy, she would kneel down, but she didn't have this chance, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, the child wants to be raised but the relatives don't wait, life is a pity, maybe it's like this."

He fell into the memory, thought for a while and continued: "Later, I met an aunt, she was very temperamental, she was spoiled and grew up, she was impatient, and she could kill everyone with a single mouth, and everyone in the house didn't like it." She, servant girls are also afraid of her, it happens that she also despises those people, she treats me very well, then..."

Ji Si didn't say what happened next, and Qi Ran didn't pursue it.

"It's strange, Ziheng, why are you here?" Ji Si seized the right to speak and asked.

Hearing this, Qi Ran didn't answer, but hesitated for a moment, then looked into Ji Si's eyes and said softly: "Of course it's like Master Tong Ji, find a quiet place..."

He paused for a while, and said slowly: "I remember my dead wife, I never wanted to hear the sound, I just heard the sound and found it, and I happened to meet Master Ji, it was a bit unexpected."

He spoke in the same tone as usual, still with alienation and false politeness, and his emotions didn't fluctuate much between the lines. For a while, Ji Si was a little uncertain when this man came, and how much he had listened to. He hesitated for a long time before saying: " It is rare for Zi Heng to mention Madam Ling, but Zi Heng admires her, so she must be a woman with the most beautiful appearance and extraordinary talent."

"Yes." Qi Ran said loudly, with a firm tone that Ji Si had never heard before, "He is the person I only want to hold hands for the rest of my life."

Although this question was asked by Ji Si, after hearing the answer, he felt a little unhappy in his heart, and said with some pity: "Sigh, the heavens are jealous of beauty, Ziheng is so affectionate, but it is fate that makes people misunderstood. Fate should be so difficult, the deceased Zi Heng should live in the present, and should not stick to the past."

Qi Ran stepped forward, and said calmly: "Ten years of life and death are boundless, and if you don't think about it, you will never forget it. The dead are gone, and the reason why the living are like this is unknown, but how many people can do it? Master Ji's words today, but It’s because there is no one in my heart that I can’t let go of.”

some!

There is!

I have you in my heart!

Always have!

Ji Si looked at Qi Ran, his Adam's apple slipped, and the five fingers holding the porcelain bottle used all his strength, and he said every word in his heart.

The surroundings became quiet again, the two of them stood under the tree in plain white clothes, the wind was light and the rain was drizzling, and the mountain spring was ding-dong. Only then swallowed the words that were about to be announced, tilted his head and said softly: "The rain is getting heavier and heavier, let's go back."

When he bent down to pack his things, Qi Ran stood there looking at the mountain peak in the rain and mist, his face was covered in the rain, making it hard to see clearly, and when he looked back, there was an extra umbrella on top of his head.

"The spring rain is biting, I'm afraid it will cause wind and cold, so I will hold an umbrella for Ziheng." Ji Si said with a smile.

Qi Ran looked down at him without nodding or shaking his head. After waiting for a while, he nodded slightly, "Thank you."

The two walked back along the same path side by side, the atmosphere under the umbrella was a bit awkward, and they were silent all the way.

When they arrived at the governor's mansion, before they stepped into the mansion, they saw the guards in the mansion rushing out with a flustered expression. Ji Si and Qi Ran looked at each other, and they both saw confusion in each other's eyes.

The latter reached out to stop a guard, frowned and asked, "What happened?"

Seeing that neither of them had the time to salute, the guard said anxiously: "Collapse... collapse... the granary collapsed! The chief envoy and Lord Du were crushed inside!"

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Qi Ran: (drinking tea) There is no small theater today, and maybe there will be no small theater in the future.

Ji Si: (confused) Why?

Qi Ran: The author is bald.

Ji Si: An author who writes a small theater with his heart and writes the text with his feet cannot write a small theater, so what is the difference between that and a waste.

Handsome author: (While vomiting blood while typing) Let me go, I can, I can still write small theater, I have already written a colon, poof (vomited blood and died)

ps: Master Du was suppressed, there seems to be something wrong with this statement.