The villain is ill

Chu Mo smiled, "Well, thank you, Master."

He doesn't know what kind of person Chi Wushang is in the eyes of others, but Chu Mo believes in his own judgment. His master, to him, is absolutely trustworthy, at least for now.

No one has maintained it for more than ten years. Although the array in the Chu family's valley is still functioning, it is already weak. Fortunately, the prestige of the Chu family is still there in the early years, and no trace of intrusion was found all the way to the main house of the Chu family. It's just that the peach trees that were all over the mountain before have become withered, apparently dead for a long time.

The mahogany carved gate that was carefully maintained in the past has been mottled and half-opened, and the old lanterns that fell on the porch have been corroded by the years, leaving only a few dark gray bamboo strips. The yard is overgrown with weeds. Without the slightest glory of the past.

Chu Mo pointed to a few faintly visible red lanterns hanging on the eaves of the corridor, and said: "The owner of the house used to like red lanterns, and they hung under every corridor. When they are lit at night, it is very festive, but my mother I don't like red, so we don't have a single lantern in our yard."

Talked a lot alone, but didn't hear Chi Wushang's response, Chu Mo looked back, but saw that he was frowning and didn't know what to think, so he called out: "Master?"

"Huh?" Chi Wushang came back to his senses, "What?"

"Are you tired of talking too much?" Chu Mo asked with raised eyebrows.

"How could it be?" Chi Wushang showed his face, "As a teacher, I worry that you don't talk too much, so I hope you can talk more. It's just..."

Seeing that Chi Wu hadn't stopped yet, Chu Mo asked, "What?"

Chi Wushang asked: "You like red?"

Hearing Chi Wushang's question, Chu Mo was taken aback, and couldn't help laughing, "I like it, if I don't like it, I made trouble when Master prepared the second set of clothes for me, how can I wear them for so many years? You Don't think too much." Then he pulled Chi Wushang to the backyard, "I'll take you to see the small courtyard where I used to live."

Looking down at Chu Mo, he naturally held his hand, and Chi Wushang's eyes were full of smiles.

Although the Chu family mansion has not been completely dilapidated for more than ten years, the withered yellow leaves everywhere, the tall weeds, the painted window frames and pillars, and the dead peach trees all tell the story of time. erosion.

Chu Mo jumped over several stone piers on the dry pond, and pointed to the half-collapsed rockery next to the small pavilion beside the pond, "There used to be a lot of fish in the pond, and whenever I was greedy for meat, my mother would hide there Next to the rockery, use a small net to catch fish."

"Do you like fish?" Chi Wushang asked. He didn't mention it when he was at Linxiao Peak. Along the way, the two of them have visited many places and ordered a lot of food, but he has never seen Chu Modian. fish.

Chu Mo shook his head, and said with a smile: "I have a keen sense of taste since I was a child, and this fishy smell is too strong. To put it bluntly, my mother is not good at cooking. It would be good if she could cook it well."

Although it has been a long time, Chu Mo still remembers that the scorched fish was fishy, ​​bitter and astringent in his mouth. His mother was crying while gnawing, and he was petrified. The fishbone stuck in his throat, and it took a long time to swallow it. go down.

"Try the grilled fish from our teacher some other day."

Chi Wushang's voice came from the side of his ear, and Chu Mo realized that he was distracted. Recalling what Chi Wushang said just now, he tilted his head and asked, "Master can also grill fish?"

"Naturally." Chi Wushang smiled and put his hand on Chu Mo's head, and said solemnly: "Master knows everything."

Ignoring Chi Wushang's self-praise, Chu Mo squinted at him, patted his hand away, walked across the moon cave gate towards the backyard, and when Chi Wushang was approaching, he looked back at the half-fallen rockery before walking to follow superior.

Passing through two more doors, the two of them came to the small courtyard in front of the back door. The stone cracks in the floor here were wider than elsewhere, and the wormwood between the stone cracks was almost half the height of a person. Looking up the steps of the back door, only a lush greenery can be seen.

Standing for a while, Chu Mo was about to stretch out his hand to push away the wormwood in front of him, but he saw them obediently separated from it as if they were under pressure, and just opened a path for one person to pass by. He turned around and saw Chi Wushang smiling at him, and also replied to him With a smile, he walked forward.

Chu Mo didn't go out immediately, but went around to the corner of the west side of the yard, rummaged there, and took out a wooden plank half a person's height.

The board is brown in color, about one and a half feet wide, and the thickness of a palm. The material looks extremely strong, and it has not changed its color in the slightest after so many years of wind, frost, rain and dew.

Walking out of the back door with the board in his arms, Chu Mo accidentally discovered that the peach tree outside the back door was still alive when the peach trees all over the mountain and yard were dead. It was much thicker than ten years ago, and the branches were mature The peaches exude an attractive sweetness.

The small soil bag under the tree was also covered with weeds at this time, and the small flower hoe that Chu Mo had dropped under the tree was still lying there, but the wooden handle on it had long since rotted away.

"This is my mother's tomb." Chu Mo leaned the board against the peach tree trunk, squatted down to weed the little soil bag, and said to Chi Wushang, "They thought I was asleep and buried her quietly Here. Fortunately, the scenery here is nice, so I didn't want to move her place."

Chu Mo put the torn grass aside, looked at the place where he buried the rattle, and smiled.

Chi Wu still didn't speak, just patted Chu Mo's head, squatted beside him, and helped him weed together.

With the efforts of the master and the apprentice, the small soil bag quickly became clean. Chu Mo took the wooden board and inserted it vertically. The wooden board went straight into the soil for half a foot and stood firmly on the ground. inside.

Chu Mo swiped the tip of his sword, and soon a line of writing on the wooden board appeared.

'Shu Jingyun's tomb-the person who erected the monument: Shu Sui. '

"Shu Sui?" Chi Wushang asked.

Seeing his curiosity, Chu Mo gently wiped the dust on the tombstone, while explaining: "It's my mother's name, which means peace every year, and the nickname is Suisui."

Chi Wushang nodded, "Then Chu Mo?"

"Mo was started by the Chu family, and my mother said that he wanted me to be someone with great ability in poetry and writing." Chu Mo laughed, "But everyone knows that the Mo in my name means not to be seen. "

Chi Wushang approached Chu Mo, and said in a soft voice, "The ink characters that Ke Ke gave you are quick-witted and wise, and have the meaning of the great way."

Chu Mo turned his head and met Chi Wushang's eyes. This was the first time he saw confusion in Chi Wushang's eyes. He suddenly smiled, stretched out his arms to hug Chi Wushang, rubbed against his neck, and said : "I don't care about these things for a long time. It's just that I came here today and I want to talk to Master."

This action is what Chu Mo used to do a few years ago, but he has grown up in recent years, and has never been so intimate. Chi Wushang was startled, until Chu Mo let go of his hand and walked aside, and then slowly replied: "Well, You can talk to your teacher about anything."

"That's natural." Chu Mo turned his head and showed a bright smile, before bending over to get the little flower hoe, he didn't notice Chi Wushang's reddish ears.

Chu Mo started digging three feet in front of Shu Jingyun's tomb with a small flower hoe. The fresh soil had a unique fragrance. The reddish-brown soil clods gradually piled up into a small pile, but there was nothing under the soil.

"What are you looking for?" Chi Wushang asked.

"I buried a toy in front of my mother's tomb when I was a child. I think it was taken away by someone." Chu Mo said with a smile, but he didn't seem to care, and filled it back with soil.

Chi Wushang said, "Well, there's only dirt underneath."

"It's okay, it's nothing important." Chu Mo filled the soil and said to Chi Wushang: "Master, let's go."

As soon as he entered the small courtyard, Chu Mo glanced at the withered peach tree in the corner of the courtyard, and went straight to Shu Jingyun's room. Rough black tea shavings can be faintly seen on the bottom, and the bench is tilted outwards, showing the haste of the host when he left.

Chu Mo walked to the wooden box in the corner of the house. The wooden box was made of simple wooden boards. It was very crude. The gaps between the boards and the corners of the cloth leaked out. When it was opened, the rusty iron ring made a sharp creaking sound. Call.

Opening the door of the box, one can see a very neatly folded red bellyband, which is very old, only the golden clematis flower on the side waist still looks bright.

Chu Mo stared at the lotus for a while, then picked it up, touched the thin stitches on it, and introduced to Chao Chi Wushang: "This is the apron that my mother embroidered with her wedding dress. I wore it when I was young, but it broke when I was one year old, so she embroidered a flower here, and I thought the flower was ugly, so I never wore it again."

The boxes are full of old things from Chu Mo’s childhood. Toys and clothes are divided into different categories. Some are made by Shu Jingyun himself, and some are given by the servants to see their wives. They are all neatly arranged, and Chu Mo takes one by one. Come out and put it away.

When he took out the last piece of clothing, he found that there was something wrapped in this piece of clothing, which was a letter.

Or after a long period of time, the envelope has turned yellow and hard, and the wax seal has been removed. The thin letter paper is a little brittle, and it will crack with a little force. Chu Mo carefully took it out.

There were a lot of traces stained with tears on the letter paper, and the handwriting was also illegible. Only from the faintly visible address, it was barely discernible that this was a letter from Shu Jingyun's mother to her.The general idea is that her father heard about her scandal, and decided to drive her out of the house in a hurry, and comforted her not to worry, he was dealing with it, and told her to have a good life and not get angry, and if things were not going well in Chu's house, he would bring a token Go find uncle.

In Chu Mo's memory, he had never seen this letter, nor heard his mother mention his natal family. This was the first time he knew that Shu Jingyun had relatives.

Chi Wushang finished reading the letter, folded it up and put it back in the envelope and returned it to Chu Mo, "Do you want to go and find them?"

Chu Mo took the letter and put it in the Qiankun ring, "Since my mother has left the Shu family, I naturally have nothing to do with them, so why bother to come forward to make fun of myself." He said with a smile towards Chi Wushang: "My relatives As long as there is only one master."

Hearing what Chu Mo said, Chi Wushang did not immediately respond to him as usual for the first time, but recalled the temperature of the young man under the peach blossom tree breathing against his neck before. After a few regular jumps, he subconsciously avoided Chu Mo's sight.