Da Deyun

At the end of September, it was rare to have two free days to celebrate Tao Yang's birthday, and then he had to start busy again.

Mr. Da went to Qingxiao Pavilion, no need to say who he saw.

In fact, he seldom came, and he didn’t count many times; if the children wanted to ask any questions, they could go to the study room, otherwise they would ask in class, and he never came to the children’s yard, for fear of giving these few questions The boy was frightened.

Today I came to Qingxiao Pavilion, the attic is well tidied up, it looks like the children's residence; it is neat and tidy, and there are some interesting and fun gadgets.

A little dog ran down from the attic, looking cute, with lively eyes.

Qiuqiu circled around Mr. a few times, sniffed at the hem of his clothes, hummed and swallowed a few times, and ran upstairs again.

It's already late autumn, and the snow fell as early as mid-October last year.

Qin Xiaoxian sat by the window, writing something earnestly, as if he was focused and lonely.

The autumn wind blew round and round out of the cutting window, his hair and the hem of his clothes were all stirred up in waves.

Qiuqiu picked up the bamboo chair and acted coquettishly in his arms, as if arguing about something.

As soon as Qin Xiaoxian raised his head, he saw his master watching him; his master had a white hair on his sideburns, and the window was bright, so he felt that he was no longer a baby.

"Master."

He hurriedly put down the ball, raised his robe and got up, cupping his hands in salute.

"What are you doing?" The master helped him up, walked around the man and sat on the couch opposite him, reaching for the rice paper he had written on.

When he moved his shoulder, the hand paused in his sleeve before he raised it, and then he silently clenched it.

Said: "It's just for fun."

"It's well written." The gentleman smiled, with the kindness and tolerance of being a teacher and a father.

Putting down the rice paper, he pointed with his hand: "Sit down, why are you in a daze?"

"Yes." He sat down on the bamboo chair by the window in an orderly manner.

Still the same as before, when facing the respected and loved Master, I always talk less and feel a little apprehensive.

Only this time, the husband only saw that he spoke less, but did not see the emotion in his eyes; he kept his head down, as if he could only see his own toes.

"Are you feeling better?"

Mr. Big asked.

"It's much better." He lightly raised his arm and turned his wrist to toast a cup of tea to the husband; he said, "I'm worried about you."

"Look." I don't know whether it's tired or old, but every sentence of the husband's words is full of sincere helplessness.

"It's going to snow in just over a month."

"Really." Qin Xiaoxian smiled, although he was a little thin and pale, but somehow he showed some warmth.

Said: "You are always busy, remember to add more clothes,"

"Remember to add clothes when you go out to play." Mr. Da looked at him with a soft expression and slightly frowned.

"Yeah." He said, "I'll remember."

"Son." Mr. Da drank tea and said, "this year's spring is not cold, summer is not dry, this winter... come and talk to me after you go to see it."

Warm spring, midsummer and sad autumn, seven halls, four seasons and three seasons, you have stayed in Qingxiao Pavilion for too long.

"Master is bothering you." Qin Xiaoxian pursed his lips; this kind of action was only seen when he couldn't answer the master's question before, but now he did it unconsciously.

"It's my lack of talent and learning, and I need to learn more." He said.

Then refill the tea in the gentleman's cup, and the clouds are rising.

"You're just young, and you still need to practice." Mr. Da smiled, without perfunctory interruption, but suddenly thought of some things when he was young.

Said: "Your senior brothers are all busy, and you will get tired easily after staying alone for a long time. Why don't you go for a walk."

"Meng Hetang went to the northwest, and the letter sent back the day before yesterday seemed a little tricky to me, and I won't be able to come back for a while."

"Two days later, the imperial court's team of winter clothes and armor will leave for the northwest, and you will lead them with you."

It's a matter of finding someone to distract yourself.

There are too many flowers blooming like brocades in Shengjing City, and there are always scenes where the flowers fall into mud. It's all fate, so why bother to enclose the land and bind yourself.

Since this place is sad to look at, and if you don’t change to another place to look at it, the flowers bloom and fall naturally; so this time Mr. Da wants him to take a look, it’s barren.

Only those who have seen hundreds of miles of dryness and thousands of miles of barrenness will understand that in this world, meeting is fate, and loss is also destined.

It's good to meet you.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but finally swallowed it down; when he raised his head again, his smile was so bright that one might think it was an illusion.

Said: "Yes, Master."

"Teacher must live up to expectations and help Meng Geer return triumphantly."

"Good boy." Master smiled.

Somewhere scattered a thin ray of sunshine, reflecting on the faces of the two, one year old and kind and the other childish and handsome, warm and soft.

The rice paper was moved lightly, the ink penetrated the back of the paper, and the handwriting was dry.

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The flowers fall into words, and autumn is like a poem, telling endless lovesickness.