Talk about the world of mortals in detail

While the Wu family was excited at home, Yi Abao and his wife took a carriage to their home in Xihe Town. They were even more excited in the car.

The lights hanging on the front of the car swayed slightly, and the lights swayed in the night with the sound of the wheels rolling.

The chirping of frogs and insects along the road at night also stopped and stopped due to the movement, which caused many fireflies to fly up in the grass and fields beside the road, and many of them flew around the carriage.

Being stuck in a carriage in the summer can make you feel a bit out of breath. At this moment, the curtain of the carriage is half-open, allowing the people in the carriage to see the beautiful scenery outside.

"So beautiful."

Mr. Lu was already quite old, but facing the beautiful scenery surrounded by fireflies, he still couldn't help but admire her. Yi Abao put his arms around his wife's shoulders and leaned her against his chest.

"Look, if it weren't for coming back to see grandpa, we wouldn't be able to see such a beautiful night scene."

Mr. Lu couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes, yes, you are the only one who can speak well. Ordinary people are in a hurry in the middle of the night."

"That's natural. If you can't speak eloquently, how can you be a master and teach?"

The two Yi family servants sitting in front were actually very tired. They had only rested for a total of two or three hours in the past two days, but they still looked at each other and snickered.

On the top of the carriage, Hui Mian, who was sitting here, gnawed on a few grasshoppers he had caught and waved his paws, and more fireflies flew up on the roads on both sides.

Hey, little Po, you have to thank your Grandpa Diao!

Hui Mian was secretly amused, then waved his claws again, grabbed two fireflies and stuffed them into his mouth, but the next moment, he spit them out immediately.

"Bah, bah, bah"

I forgot this thing has a weird smell.

Fireflies accompanied them all the way, and together with the starlight and the lights hanging on the carriage, illuminated the way home for A Bao and his wife. It was not until they entered Xihe Town that the fireflies dispersed one after another.

The neighing of the horses also attracted some people from the cold weather who were still asleep to come out and take a look.

"Is Master Yi back?" "Master Yi is back?"

"Well done, Mr. Yi!"

"Okay, hello everyone!"

Today, Abao was anxious and just wanted to go home soon. He hurriedly greeted people on the carriage. When the carriage stopped in front of Yi's house, Yi Abao helped his wife get out of the car, and then couldn't wait to walk home.

The servants greeted him at the gate of the mansion, and they were all surprised to see Yi Abao coming back.

"Master? Are you back?" "So soon?"

"Where are the people? Uncle, are they asleep?"

Yi Abao suppressed his excitement and asked his family in a low voice. The servants at the door shook their heads.

"No, no, no, we're chilling and chatting in the garden behind!"

"Great, great!"

Yi Abao didn't bother to rest and drink water. He turned around and took his wife's hand, and then hurriedly walked to the backyard. Yi Xuan, who heard the noise in the process, also came out and was naturally surprised to see his parents returning.

"Dad, Mom! Are you back? I thought you had to arrive tomorrow evening anyway!"

"Stop talking about this, come with me to see your uncle!"

Yi Abao called his youngest son over, while Yi Xuan hurriedly approached and spoke.

"Dad, I was about to tell you about this. Ayou and the others should have told you, right? This Confucian scholar is too young and not old at all, but Grandpa, he is sure that he is Uncle Taiye."

While Yi Xuan was narrating in a low voice, Yi Abao and his wife, accompanied by everyone, had already walked through the corridor and jumped over the arch to the backyard garden.

In the pavilion over there, two oil lamps illuminated with the stars and the moon, and a plate of sandalwood refreshed the mind and drove away mosquitoes and flies.

Yi Shuyuan was eloquent and waving his fan while telling the story. Not only Yi Yong'an, his nephew, was listening to the book, but also more than 30 people from the Yi family inside and outside the pavilion, including children of the Yi family and servants and heirs, all of whom were attentive and full of interest. !

"But my heart is filled with excitement. On weekdays, the streets look like a bustling city, but today it looks a little bleak. The autumnal equinox sweeps away the fallen leaves, and a chill gradually creeps into my heart."

A gust of breeze also blew through the garden at this time, lifting Yi Shuyuan's long white hair, and his folding fan flapped gently. Standing in front of everyone, he turned sideways and looked in the direction of the arch, and happened to see Yi Abao and his wife accompanying them. The son came with him.

The wide sleeves of the scholar's robe are waving a fan, the elegant long hair is scattered, the eyes are clear and the face is calm, and the soft gaze has some warmth. Although he is not old, he is still like the one in his memory.

"Uncle——"

Yi Abao broke the thought of keeping quiet and couldn't help blurting out loudly in his excitement. Yi Shuyuan, who looked at him, also showed a faint smile.

"A'bao is back?"

"Uncle! Grandpa, it's really you, it's really you!"

A Bao was quite old, but he couldn't help crying at this moment. Lu Junling and his son Yi Xuan, who were following him, both had their eyes widened. They both looked old when they met Yi Shuyuan, but Abao's appearance at this moment is enough to explain the situation.

Is it really Mr. Bo?

Abao trotted towards the pavilion over there. In Yi Shuyuan's eyes, this gray-haired and respected old master from Yuezhou Academy seemed to have become the little kid running around in front of and behind the house and on the ridge of the fields.

Even the shouts are similar.

Yi Shuyuan shook one hand, put away the unfolded folding fan, walked out of the pavilion, and stretched out his hand to support the rushing child.

Judging from the appearance, the person who came out of the pavilion was an old master, and the person who came out of the pavilion was a young Confucian scholar. However, both the people inside and outside the pavilion and the Lu family and Yi Xuan who followed them all had a strange feeling, as if they were children rushing towards their elders.

"Mr. Bo! Abao misses you so much! I miss you so much——"

"It's my uncle who is wrong, it's my uncle who is wrong."

Yi Abao held on to Yi Shuyuan's arm with one hand and raised his sleeve to wipe his tears with one hand, but at this moment, another angry shout came from the side.

"You bastard, come back as soon as you come back. What's the matter? I'm just reading a book. I'm looking for a fight!"

Yi Yong'an also made Yi Shuyuan and Yi Abao laugh.

"Yes, yes, dad is right!"

"Come on, come on, sit down quickly, don't ruin everyone's interest, Jun Ling, Xuan'er, come here too!"

"Alas!" "Here it comes!"

Lu Junling and her son were relieved now, not only because Yi Abao confirmed that this was Uncle Uncle, but also because he felt the same way in his heart, and following this spiritual sense also made his heart more peaceful.

"Okay, okay, take your seats quickly!"

Yi Shuyuan said something, and the servants over there also brought stools and chairs.

"Dad, what book are you talking about?"

Yi Abao approached Yi Yongan and asked, and the latter answered very clearly.

"The biography of Duke Chu has just begun. Stop talking, sit down and listen!"

"well!"

Yi Shuyuan nodded with a smile, and unfolded the folding fan in his hand again with a tingling sound. The words "sounding and emotional" seemed to have been born for Yi Shuyuan at this moment.

As soon as the storytelling skills were revealed, everyone in the Yi family was brought into the book to feel the merits and demerits of the virtuous minister's life and his final emotional ups and downs.

Hui Mian brought a gust of wind and landed on top of the pavilion in the garden. This gust of breeze also brought clarity to the people in the garden.

And along with the clear wind, there are some fireflies, which also add some special atmosphere to the place out of thin air. Even so, it only distracts the Yi family for a moment.

By the time "The Biography of Duke Chu" was finished, the night was already very deep.

Everyone went back to their houses to rest, and everyone felt unhappy, not only because of the Duke of Chu in the book, but also because of the ancestor Yi Shuyuan.

Even the dullest person should probably realize that this ancestor is no longer ordinary.

Tonight, my heart is hard to calm down!

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PS: Ah, why am I so short? I said it was not intentional. Do you believe it?

Spray lightly.o(╥﹏╥)o