withered prosperity

"Yan Hai." Said he didn't want to talk about it, but on the way back to the mountain, Qiu Zhe was still struggling: "What do you mean by that Elder Li mentioned by Shangge this time?"

"How do we know about this?" Yan Hai replied indifferently: "We are just servants, how can we guess the minds of the elders in the Zhongshang Pavilion?"

"In recent years, there have been many people and many things in the pavilion." Qiu Zhe was still saying, "I don't know what will happen in the future."

Yan Hai absently responded.

"Yan Hai, have you ever been to Shangjing?" Qiu Zhe began to think wildly again: "I heard that it is magnificent and magnificent, with buildings and terraces everywhere, and people who come and go are full of handsome people..."

The Qingming wind came, and the mountain was cold, but Yan Hai didn't seem to notice it, leaning on the window lattice, looking at the twilight sky in the distance.

People in the town below the mountain actually call this mountain Henglian Mountain, and Qianqiu is just the name chosen by the ancestor who founded Chaomu Pavilion.

Passing through the maze of natural trees and rocks to block outsiders, you can vaguely see the outline of the mountain gate emerging from the shade of green trees.

I don't know what material it is, but it is an uncommon dark black stone, which forms a precipitous and exquisite cornice arch, which is extremely solemn and solemn.

"Meeting in the morning... Farewell in the evening..." It was as if Yan Hai recited this sentence almost silently every time he passed by here.

This is on a mountain wall not far from the mountain gate. I do not know when and why someone engraved a long untitled poem, but the age is far away. One sentence left a faint mark.

Meet each other in the morning and part in the evening.

It is said that the name of Chaomu Pavilion came from this.

It's just that no matter how you think about it, the so-called "day and night" is mostly an expression of sorrow, and nothing can be compared with the strict rules of the martial arts school.

He still remembered that when he passed by here for the first time and saw these mottled characters, he was rarely distracted for a long time.As if it was fate, he was inexplicably uneasy, and felt that he had seen it a long time ago... Even though he had always disdained the theory of fate, at that moment, he began to suspect that there were some powers that he didn't know about.

Even now, every time he passed by here, he would still feel palpitations for no reason.

Set your mind to think about it, maybe it's because these six words are too cruel.

In life, the greatest joy is meeting, and the greatest pain is parting.

People's bliss and suffering can be described in six words, isn't it too cruel?How can it not be disturbing and frightening?

In the blink of an eye, a century-old body, greed, hatred, infatuation, and resentment are finally buried in the loess...

"Yan Hai, what are you thinking about?" Qiu Zhe turned his head and saw that his mind was wandering violently, so he couldn't help asking.

"I'm thinking..." Unexpectedly, Yan Hai actually answered him, but the voice was so erratic, it was like talking in a dream. "It's better to be far away..."

"Huh?" Qiu Zhe suddenly said, "Isn't that Li Heyuan?"

Yan Hai was stunned for a moment, then turned his head, and from behind the curtain that Qiu Zhe lifted, he saw 30 people standing in front of the stele for welcoming guests.The man in the lead looked upright, with a slightly rigid expression. It was Li Heyuan, the chief manager of the upper cabinet, and those behind him were all the stewards of the upper cabinet.

"Steward Qiu, Steward Yan." Seeing the carriage stop, several people behind Li Heyuan bowed their hands and said hello to them.

Although it would be difficult to deal with the upper and lower courts on weekdays, Qiu Zhe and Elder Hu have some relatives, so it is always difficult to take Joe on the scene.

"How can you be so polite!" Qiu Zhe said with a smile on his face, "I don't know what it is, but all the stewards of the upper cabinet are here!"

"Isn't this month's shopping an errand for Manager Yan?" Li Heyuan glanced at the two of them: "Why do you want the two of you to go down the mountain together?"

"There are a lot of things, isn't it afraid of delays? It's always faster for the two of us to do things separately." Qiu Zhe said haha: "Our lower court has too many trivial matters, and Manager Li should be more considerate. If we can distribute more people Come here, it's even better!"

"If you don't tell Manager Wang about this, what's the use of telling me?" Li Heyuan became a little impatient: "Hurry up and get over here, if you delay things, you and I won't be able to please you."

Wang Taotao, the head of the House of Commons, has always been at odds with him, and everyone in the pavilion knows this. Seeing his unhappy appearance, Qiu Zhe guessed that the two of them had quarreled again recently, so he quickly flattered him and told the team behind him to hurry up. pass.

"Steward Yan, Elder Lin mentioned to me a few days ago that you have suffered a serious illness recently. Director Wang is missing a right hand and a right arm, and the lower court was in chaos for a while." Li Heyuan knew that Qiu Zhe was a slippery guy, so he ignored him and turned to Yan Hai who was silent all the time. "It looks better now."

"It's all right now." Yan Hai saluted him, saying some kind words: "Thank you elder and the manager for your concern. I will go to Elder Lin and you to say hello later."

"The Qingming Festival is just around the corner, and we're going to be busy again." Li Heyuan had a half-smile on his rigid face, which was really not good-looking. "I still have to work hard for everyone in the House of Commons."

The last car and horse had passed the reception pavilion, Yan Hai and Qiu Zhe got on the car and followed to the lower courtyard.

"Hey, it can't be the pavilion master!" Qiu Zhe realized after walking for a while.

Before Yan Hai answered the call, he heard the sound of fireworks.

"If I had known earlier, I would have walked slower, and I could still show my face in front of the Pavilion Master!" Qiu Zhe said angrily, "No wonder Li Heyuan drove us away, it's just hateful!"

Yan Hai smiled.

"When I was at the grand ceremony last year, I stood down and looked at it from a distance." Qiu Zhe sighed and asked him, "What about you?"

"Didn't I stand with you?" Yan Hai tidied up the books that he wanted to take on the road to relieve boredom but didn't read a single word because of Qiu Zhe's non-stop talking.

Qiu Zhe suddenly thought of something, his smile stiffened immediately, and he didn't say anything more.

Fortunately, he had already reached the entrance and exit of the Lower Court, so he hurriedly bid farewell to Yan Hai, and then walked towards his own place.

Yan Hai sat alone in the car and went to the warehouse. Outside the curtains that were blown up by the evening wind from time to time, the cornices and pavilions on the mountain that seemed far and near were looming in the twilight, like a palace in the sky...

By the time Yan Hai came out of the warehouse, it was already very late.

There is still a distance from the warehouse to the yard where he lives. Xiaoran was sent by him to deliver urgent things, and no one prepared a lantern for him.

Fortunately, the moonlight is very good tonight, and the snow is reflected in a large area, so there is no difficulty in walking.

He walked slowly back alone along the swept path.

The bright moon, the accumulated snow... The bright moon shines on the accumulated snow... You can't sleep because of worry, and it's hard to lose sleep after a night of suffering.The bright moon shines on the snow, and the wind is strong and mournful.Transported to the unflooded object, the old age has already reminded...

"Every year and every year, I am always worried..." He said softly, and after he finished speaking, he felt that his sorrow for the spring and autumn was really sour.

When he was young, he didn't have much time to recite poems and write poems. He was only proficient in writing and ink, and he knew very little about poetry. However, in the past ten years or so, he has been able to calm down and practice calligraphy. He has read a lot of books, and he seems to be infected with Some pedantic air.

It's just a walk in the snow, so there's nothing to be emotional about.

He shook his head and laughed, quickening his pace.

After turning a few bends, I saw that I was about to enter the yard, but I saw someone standing in the snow ahead.

"Master Xingmang?" He was taken aback for a moment, and hurried over. "Why are you running outside in such cold?"

"Why is it so late?" Xingmang's nose was red from the cold, and even the circles of his eyes were slightly red.

"There are not enough people in the warehouse." He looked at the icicle formed by exhaling on the child's fur collar, and frowned: "Where's Xiaozhi? Why are you standing here alone?"

"I don't want her to follow me!" Xingmang gritted her teeth: "Bitch!"