Luo Yan Hu does not return

In the atrium on the moon, pouring cold light and flowing water are sprinkled in the corners under the eaves of the beams.

During the day, the courtyard is filled with the sound of children reading aloud, and there is seldom a moment of silence. It is only at night that it appears a bit lonely and empty.

Xue Heng, who was sitting alone in the courtyard, felt quite a bit.

Prosperity and wealth are all passing clouds, Xue Heng doesn't care about the things outside of him, but following Feng Liyuan's suggestion, succumbing to the school to educate children, for him in the past, it was ridiculous.

Feng Liyuan went to the pharmacy in the town as soon as he finished his lunch. He had been waiting for a long time. Although there were countless books in the room, it was hard for him to arouse his interest at this time.

Living away from the world is quiet and peaceful, but sometimes unbearable loneliness is unavoidable, especially when Feng Liyuan can't return as scheduled.

A gust of night wind suddenly swept across the courtyard, knocking off the petals on the peach tree, and it rained under the moon. Xue Heng stared blankly, ignoring the rustling outside the door.

"It would be great if I let my brother see it." The wind quickly subsided, and the scene just now was fleeting, Xue Heng was a little annoyed, "It's also my fault for not coming earlier...otherwise we won't be waiting for him."

Thinking of this, Xue Heng's brows were deeply furrowed, then he raised his clothes, got up and walked towards the bedroom.

The courtyard of the school is very wide, Xue Heng had just walked from one end to the other, already sweating a little, when he was about to open the door and enter, a jar of wine suddenly hung down from above his head.

"Brother!" Xue Heng tore off the wine jar with a displeased expression, Feng Liyuan hurriedly fell from the eaves, almost spilling the other jar of wine in his hand on the ground.

"Heng, don't be in a hurry to go in. Old Li in the town held a wedding banquet. I spent a long time begging for these two altars of flower carvings. Let's drink together now, and we can win a lot of money."

Xue Heng frowned, and his expression was even worse than before, "I thought you came back so late after going to someone's house for a doctor's visit, and you dared to run to see the newlyweds?"

The words were about to fall, Xue Heng put the wine jar in his hand on the ground, turned his head and buried him in the room, Feng Liyuan hurriedly embraced him in his arms.

Except for teaching, Xue Heng usually eats tea or reads books. Feng Liyuan, who can't collect firewood and carry water, can't move at all after only two strokes.

"The newlyweds are not as good-looking as Ah Heng, I didn't come here to beg for wine for Ah Heng?" Feng Liyuan whispered next to Xue Heng's ear.

"It's obviously you who wants to drink, don't rely on me."

Feng Liyuan tightened his grip, "Even if I want to drink again, I have to wait for Ah Heng's consent, right?"

Xue Heng suppressed a smile and spat: "Slick tongue."

Feng Liyuan put the wine jar by his lap with one hand, and hugged Xue Heng on his lap with the other, "I won't come back so late tomorrow."

Xue Heng leaned against Feng Liyuan restlessly, and finally pressed it on Feng Liyuan's shoulder like a compromise, "Brother, don't go to the pharmacy in the future, stay and teach together?"

Feng Liyuan scratched his brows, "It's not like you don't know what I did in the past. If you let me stay and mislead the younger generation, what should I do if no students are willing to come?"

"That's good, I can go to the pharmacy to help."

After all, I still want to be with myself, Feng Liyuan said with some distress: "It's my fault, Ah Heng doesn't need to wrong himself. When the weather gets warmer, let's go back to Jianye."

"To see my mother?"

"Ah."

Feng Liyuan took a sip of the wine, lowered his head and put it on Xue Heng's lips, wandering for half a lifetime, the person he was thinking of returned to his side, rubbing hands with each other every day, the sweetest feeling in the world is nothing but this.

On the day of escaping from Zhengyin Pavilion, Xue Heng realized in a hurry that the numbness of his legs had been relieved, but he still had trouble walking. After struggling downstairs, he felt exhausted, and an ordinary guard pushed him. , the original intention was to subdue him, but he didn't want to push him staggeringly. When he was frightened, Huangfu Xin appeared in time to rescue him, which saved him another trouble.

During the several hours of waiting in the Xuanyan Pavilion, Huangfuxin asked Xue Heng to call her "mother" as soon as she opened her mouth. Although Feng Liyuan and Huangfu Xin had very little resemblance, Xue Heng really couldn't think of anyone else who would call her "Mother". Putting himself in danger, he immediately agreed, but he never thought about Feng Liyuan's overjoyed expression afterwards.

Compared to Feng Liyuan's chattering, Huangfu Xin was taciturn and never asked where he came from or what his family background was like. He gradually calmed down and stopped thinking wildly. Because he was worried about meeting an acquaintance from the past, he acted as usual. , and lived with Feng Liyuan in Liujiazhuang near Jiaozhou, far southwest, thousands of miles away from old acquaintances, no one will mention the experience after leaving Sumen Mountain.

Xue Heng found it inconceivable that he was completely away from the struggles in the troubled times, and his mood was gradually changing as he was immersed in the peace and tranquility.

The self-cultivation of Confucianism, the inaction of Taoism, and the compassion of Buddhism are all kind thoughts of the common people. If a person with lofty ideals wants to use his talents to stand out of chaos, he will be the coward who retreats, even if he can't wait for it in his lifetime. In the prosperous age of Heqing and Haiyan, there are more or less peaches and plums in this courtyard blooming.

Although the prosperity of Luoyang is no longer there, the old people are still there. The geese go and the geese come, and the vicissitudes of life will never fade.

Drunk lying in the clouds and in the middle of the moon, with the king dreaming of his hometown.

The wind and rain are leaking from the mountain, so why add eternal sorrow?

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Shyly begging for an advance receipt, the column series "Bald" and "Stealing Flowers" are expected to be updated in the middle of the year

There are also short stories that pop up from time to time, I look forward to everyone's stepping on~