Da Deyun

The sun rises and the moon rises, and the flowers bloom and fall; after the rain in June, it is sunny and hot in the middle of the month.In a flash, it has been almost a month since Qing Huan came to the academy.

Qing Huan is just the daughter of an ordinary family, she is clever, she has not read many books and has no teacher to teach her, and sometimes she likes to think wildly.

In the words of our Lord Zhou Jiuliang, isn't that just a day-to-day business, thinking about those useless things.

Originally entered the academy, Qing Huan was still happy in her heart, and she could laugh out loud while sleeping in the quilt for the first two nights.

After living here for a long time, she became more and more panicked; there was no important matter in Qingxiao Pavilion, she must not take half a step.Master Nan was injured, so Master Qin stayed with him in Qingxiao Pavilion, he didn't have the heart to go to drink and listen to music, and he didn't even see her.

At first, she didn't think there was anything wrong, and the entire Deyun Academy couldn't pick out a few girls. Qing Huan thought it was good to just be obedient and not let Master bother her; but after returning from Master Nan, she felt more and more worried It's out of order!

It's also a foreigner, how could that Xu Xiaoyu be able to enter the Qingxiao Pavilion, how could he be able to chat and laugh happily with the young masters?

Qing Huan was scared, panicked, and jealous.

Living in the idle courtyard next to Qingxiao Pavilion every day, watching Xu Xiaoyu come in and out, it's like going home.After staying in Yinfeng Tower for so many years, Qing Huan is most good at seeing people; those few people are kind to others, but the taste in their eyebrows and eyes is not right. When chatting with that Xu Xiaoyu, it is that person who The tone of a friend.

With nothing to do, she can only go out for a walk to relieve boredom, and she has been wandering around the mountains and hills.

When I returned to Beiyuan today, I saw the door was open, Qing Huan was taken aback, then put on her skirt and walked quickly into the room.

Xu Xiaoyu was standing in front of the table, staring at her pipa hanging on the wall, without taking her eyes off it.

"What are you doing here?" Qing Huan asked.

Perhaps most women are the same, always have an inexplicable irrationality towards some enemies who are better than themselves.

Knowing that this tone of voice makes people listen, people will have to say that she is uneducated, and if she is not neat, she will praise Xu Xiaoyu for knowing the book and being polite.

Feeling uncomfortable is something that can be easily suppressed.

"Seeing that the tung flowers in Qitang are about to bear fruit, and the flowers are in full bloom in the last few days." Xu Xiaoyu didn't care about this hostility, and smiled very softly: "Tung flowers are slightly cold in nature, and they are used as medicine to dispel dampness and numbness. The effect of relieving dryness."

"It just so happened that the weather was hot, and the young masters had already drunk it, so I brought a bowl for the girl."

Qing Huan pursed her lips, feeling a little awkward.

From the corner of the eye, I saw a bowl of medicinal soup on the table.

He murmured, "Only you have a heart..."

I'm afraid the young masters don't know your good skills!

"No." Xu Xiaoyu's eyelashes twinkled, a little shy and joyful.

"Brother, he likes tung flowers. I originally collected some to make sachets for him, but found that the rain in the past two days smashed many flowers, and the rest can only be used as medicine."

Xu Xiaoyu is not from Deyun Academy, and naturally she did not worship Mr. Da as her teacher; the only teacher she talks about is the boy from Shengnan Martial Arts Hall.

"you…"

Qing Huan twisted the handkerchief, and got angry immediately, wishing to scold Xu Xiaoyu for being shameless!But looking back, she herself is just a maid who wants to please the master, what status can she say about her?

Annoyed, Qing Huan stomped her feet and said angrily, "Go ahead if you have nothing to do, Qing Huan won't see you off!"

"Then...then I'll go first."

Xu Xiaoyu glanced at her, only seeing her back, her shoulders trembled slightly, she looked angry; then she would not be annoying here anymore.

Sitting at the table, Qing Huan was very annoyed looking at this bowl of medicinal soup, and she fell to the ground when she raised her hand.

Tonghua, Tonghua, why didn't I think of it!

At this time, apart from being angry, he was complaining more, complaining that he was so stupid, and he didn't even think of this.

You know, before it rained, she collected all the tung flowers in the courtyard of the Seven Halls to make a sachet for the grandfather; now, after the rain has passed, the flowers have fallen, and they cleverly cooked a pot of soup and sent it away.

Ugh.

Why didn't the tung blossoms bloom two days later? When it caught up with the rain in June, a lot fell overnight; there was only such a tung tree in the courtyard of Qitang, and when the flowers fell, it was gone.

Tung tree...

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Qing Huan suddenly thought of something, joy filled his brows and eyes, he got up and ran out.

People are like this, the more they can't get, the more they try their best to please; think about it, although it's pitiful, it's lucky, it's not easy to have someone you like in your life.

Some people are even more pitiful. When they want to please, there is no one around them.

When Qing Huan put down her needle and thread in the room, it couldn't be said that it was late at night, the sky in the eastern night sky had already turned a little gray, and it would be dawn after another hour or two.

She stood up and rubbed her neck, tired but full of joy.

After hearing Xu Xiaoyu's words, she ran to pick the tung flowers without eating lunch; these days, it was rare for her to feel that she was better than Xu Xiaoyu.

In the courtyard of the Seven Halls are nearly ten-year-old tung trees, and the tung flowers are indeed unable to withstand the wind and rain; but there is a tung flower that has just formed buds, which should be the first spring flowers. Just sweet.

If she hadn't come a few days earlier than Xu Xiaoyu, she might not have known.

As soon as I came back in the afternoon, I first dried the tung flowers, fried and dried them for several hours before finishing.

I also do embroidery work on weekdays, and there are many patterns in the embroidery basket; after the tung flowers are dried, I pick a beautiful one from the embroidery basket, and make a sachet in two or three strokes.

Qing Huan smiled sweetly, holding the sachet in the palm of her hand, full of joy and uncontrollable feeling, she looked forward to the dawn to give it away.

I got up and walked to the cut window, intending to close the window and turn off the light to rest; there must be someone in front of the window, and there seems to be someone on the swing outside the yard.

The seven halls are occupied by the young masters, and they always fall asleep early in the morning class every day, why are there people out so late at night.

My heart is curious and my feet move.

Qing Huan put on a coat and went out.

This swing is right in front of the Qingxiao Pavilion, and the houses of the other young masters are also surrounded by a circle. They just sit here and have a drink if they have nothing to do. I don't know when they set up a swing frame, using ropes as nets, and connecting them with nets.

Qin Xiaoxian was lying on it, with a black robe hanging down, looking up at the moon, his palm was full of wine.

I don't know how much, but when Qing Huan approached, she could only smell the smell of alcohol.

"Grandpa?"

Qing Huan walked up to him, unable to tell whether he was awake or not, so she could only speak tentatively.

"Master, why haven't you rested yet?"

"Ah."

He responded, his eyelids drooping as if he was sleepy or drunk, but he didn't seem to be awake anyway.

"I'll help you go back and rest."

Qing Huan stepped forward, just touching his clothes with her fingertips.

"Need not."

He said.

"Go back and rest."

As soon as he raised his hand, he took another sip into his mouth, but his voice was already too thick and hoarse.

Qing Huan glanced at it, swallowed the words she opened her mouth again, and stood quietly aside.

It's almost dawn, and the moon should be setting.

The wine in Qin Xiaoxian's flagon was also dry.

"Say what you have to say, and go back when you're done." He let go of his palm, and the flagon fell to the ground.

There was a muffled sound, and it rolled a few times.

"I…"

Qing Huan paused, her breathing became disordered; she was the same as ordinary girls, the shyness of being overwhelmed by someone she likes.

Her hands trembled a little, and the sachet was wrinkled in her palm; she took a step forward and handed it to Qin Xiaoxian.

He propped his head on his right hand, lowered his eyes, looked at the embroidered package, frowned and did not speak.

"what?"

How could he know these things as a man.No men in Deyun Academy have ever worn this thing, at most they used incense to fumigate their clothes when meeting distinguished guests.

"This is a sachet."

Qing Huan lowered her head, her face was red to the ears.

There is some pride in the shyness.

"I heard that Grandpa likes tung flowers."

"The tung flowers in Qitang were all hit by the rain."

"The newly planted tung tree in the back mountain is blooming just right."

"I picked it specially to make a sachet for you..."

The tung tree in the back mountain.

Tung flowers in the back mountain.

The drowsiness in his drunken eyes slowly faded with Qing Huan's words, and he became sober and painful.

He clenched his fists tightly, and his nails pierced into the flesh; his eyes were scarlet than before, and his breath became heavier all at once.

Qing Huan still lowered her head and said: "Master, this is Qing Huan's heart for you."

"roll!"

When he jumped off the swing, as soon as he lifted his leg, he kicked Qing Huan back a few steps and fell to the ground.

He has always been ashamed to bully girls, but this time he just wanted to break Qing Huan's hand.

"Grandpa..."

Qing Huan was terrified, and knelt down on the ground crying aggrievedly.

"Grandpa...I...I..."

She really didn't know what she did wrong.

"Who gave you the courage to pick tung flowers!"

This sound was really angry, exhausted his internal strength, hoarse and broken.

The sound of Qing Huan begging for mercy and kowtow could be heard endlessly, and the guards patrolling the courtyard also came to watch because they heard the sound.

He turned a deaf ear, and walked back the mountain as if he had lost his soul.

The boy didn't follow, because he was like this a few months ago; the more he followed, the more uncomfortable he was.

The moon is down.

The sky is pale, and a ray of morning light sprinkles on the tung flowers all over the ground, making it slightly cold.

The writing on the stele was already stained with dust, he rolled up his sleeves and wiped it very seriously, following the writing, stroke by stroke.

Beloved wife Yuxi, Qin's moonlight.

The stele was wiped very clean, his eyes became more and more blurred, the mist became thicker, and tears fell down in strings.

With his hands resting on the tablet and his forehead against the cold stone tablet, he said over and over again: I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

A corner of the stele was wet, and a line of water slid down along the word "beloved wife", melting into the ground, irreparable.

He cried heart-piercingly, as if he hadn't cried so heartily for a long time.

"Birth is different bed, death is different acupuncture point."

He whispered, like a patient.

"You can't do this to me!"

He was hysterical, like a madman.

"I don't love you anymore, I don't love you anymore, I really don't love you anymore..."

He cried and laughed like a fool.

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The rain hits the tung blossoms again, and the moon is not seen in the clear night.

"I know you're gone."