Chapter 7 The Same Month

Xie Tianzheng was lying on the ground with a dog gnawing shit, and a pair of small feet were still on the threshold. The little maid who shouted in the door heard a "poof" and knew that the big thing was not good, so he ran over and hurriedly picked up the little ancestor. Generally speaking, it seemed to be fine, so he said angusly, "Oh, young master, you are scared. Lan'er, you didn't sleep in the room. You ran here in a daze at noon and let the master know that he was going to scold us again. Let me see if there is any pain in falling?

When Xie Tian looked up, a pair of light and watery eyes were looking at him eagerly. This was the first person he saw in the world. She has a small and white heart-shaped face, with a blue silk combed into a double bun, a red rope, a cyan jacket and a lotus-colored skirt on each side, which makes Xie Tian immediately think of Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond", but her body is slightly thinner, and it is obvious that she has not yet developed plump. In this way, he was picked up by a twelve- or three-year-old maid, stared at her, and suddenly felt hot...

A beautiful man and a quiet and beautiful lady also came one after another. Lan'er hurriedly shouted, "Master, young lady, it's all because the maidservant is not optimistic about the young master!" The fine-looking old man did not criticize Lan'er, but took Xie Tian's hand and said, "Come on, grandson, grandpa wrote another good poem, wait for me to read it!" The lady smiled and shook her head gently, as if there was nothing they could do, and her eyes were full of strong family affection.

Seeing this scene, Xie Tian felt warm at the bottom of his heart, but at the same time, there was also a kind of uneasiness. "What should I do... They are Wang Yun's family, and I am Xie Tian... I can't 'HI, everyone, from today on, I will be your grandson's stand-in!" My heart was full of confusion, but I lost my words for a moment. At this time, I saw a monk passing by outside the door. His crane hair was childish, his face was ruddy, and his expression was peaceful. He looked at the beautiful man and shouted, "Lord, please stay!"

"Are you a well-read book known by the people, the talented 'Zhuxuanweng' Wang Tianxu?" After the four went out together and greeted the monk respectfully, they only heard the monk ask.

"I'm not talented, and I'm loved by the villagers, just because I like bamboo. I call myself 'Zhu Xuan Weng'. I hope the monks don't laugh! If you don't mind, please go to the humble house!" Wang Tianxu bowed his hand and replied.

Although the monk heard Wang Tianxu's reply, he looked at Xie Tian, but said, "What a good child, it's a pity that it was broken!" Then he waved his hand and picked up a colorful cloud, hid it in his sleeve, and floated away.

Wang Tianxu looked at Xie Tian and seemed to have an understanding, so he hurried back to the house with Xie Tian and began to fill the house with books. The young lady was very puzzled by her husband's behavior. It was not convenient for her to ask more questions because she was her daughter-in-law, so she went to the inner room to find her mother-in-law. She happened to shout, "The young master is back!" Before she got off the sedan chair, the young lady greeted her. Seeing Master Wang, Xie Tian finally understood what "Yushu Linfeng" was more than seven feet tall. The eyebrows are like a sword, the eyes are like stars, and the air is like a long rainbow. The young lady told the story before and after, and the young master was also full of poetry and smart decisions. He was quite like his father and naturally understood Wang Tianxu's idea.

Everyone rushed to Wang Tianxu's study and saw a collection of scriptures and history all over the ground. He had turned over the book. Suddenly, Wang Tianxu turned around and picked up the Analects he threw away and laughed and said, "If you know it, you can't keep it. Although you get it, you will lose it." At this time, Master Wang sighed that his father was really getting older and more like a child. So he walked over, bent down gently, put his left hand behind him, took the book in his father's hand and put it on the table with his right hand. He looked at him lovingly and said, "Is the meaning of father the word 'serving benevolence'?" Wang Tianxu laughed and pointed to his son and said, "It's really like a father!" My father guessed everything he wanted! With a name, as for the words, he is the eldest son and grandson. I just want him to be safe and sound, just call him Bo'an!"

All this is like a ceremony for Xie Tian, who is standing next to him. No matter what ceremony he is called, it doesn't matter, but he understands that he is Wang Shouren, and Wang Yun's family is his family. However, thinking of the scene just now, he still felt a little pain in his heart. He felt that the colorful cloud pulled up by the monk should be Wang Yun's soul. No one noticed that it was because the monk did this action behind everyone's back, and he (thank God) was still standing here alive. Hey, I just hope Wang Yun can do it as soon as possible. Return to the Caiyun Fairy and return to the world without evil, "Wang Yun's parents will be my Wang Shouren's parents in the future, and I will honor them for the rest of my life!" In this life, I only have one name - Wang Shouren!"

Once Wang Yun has been speechless, but now Wang Shouren has experienced the dial of a senior monk. Can he take this opportunity to speak? Shouren then tentatively shouted, "Grandpa... Grandma... Dad...mother..." Everyone was in a trance and couldn't believe it. As soon as the front foot changed its name, the back foot could speak? You should know that the Wang family has visited famous doctors in the past few years, but there has never been any sign of Wang Yun talking. They have to take too much medicine and are weak. Now the belated surprise made everyone speechless for a moment. Shouren felt that no one had heard of him, so he turned around and looked at the stunned Lan'er and shouted delicately, "Lan'er..."

"Young master, it's really the young master talking!" Lan'er picked up Shouren in surprise and handed it to the young lady. The young lady was not sure. She took Shouren to her father-in-law and said to Shouren, "Shouren, little Shouren, and then call grandpa, grandma, father and mother?"

Shou Ren was clear and called all over. Looking at this happy, knowledgeable and reasonable, rich but not arrogant, father's kind and son's filial piety, Shangxing's first family, Shouren asked himself what virtue can be? Maybe it's to make up for the shortcomings of future generations? In the 21st century, he was an orphan and had never experienced getting into his mother's warm embrace and being held in his father's generous palm. A country, a country, a country has a home. Since God's will is like this, Shou Ren secretly swore, "I must defend the Ming Dynasty until I die!"

That night, the whole royal palace was very lively. Mr. Wang was so happy that he could speak for his grandson. He killed chickens and geese, and opened lanterns. It was so lively. After a dinner party, Mr. Wang was so happy that he wanted to splash ink, but he had no inspiration for a moment, so he had to give up and go back to bed to rest. Wang Hua and Zheng also returned to the room and cut the candles in the west window. The people also took the silver and got together for a few drinks of snacks. Lan'er also had to wait for the young master to sleep, greeted the sisters, and took Shouren to the young master's room.

"This is my room. I can finally have a good sleep after crossing!" Shou Ren thought, so he walked into the room first and said good night to Lan Er. Lan'er looked at him puzzledly, "Young master, what's wrong with this? Lan'er has always served the young master to sleep!" Shou Ren couldn't help but be a little surprised when he heard about it. He is a 1.8-meter handsome man in modern times. This has become a lonely man and woman in the same room! So he blocked Lan'er out of the door, "Lan'er, I'm already a big child. I can take care of myself. If my mother scolds you, I will explain it for you!" Lan'er had no choice but to turn around and leave Shouren's room step by step.

Is this the night 500 years ago? There is no noise, no light pollution, and the footsteps of the moon move between the pavilions. Wherever it sprinkles, it is silvery white. The flowering should be quiet and bright now, right? Maybe a petal is falling now, and it lightly falls into the embrace of the soil. Grandpa's bamboo swayed with the wind, rubbing against each other and groaning, like whispering. The seedlings of the newly opened nursery are sucking the water... Huh... I faintly heard the sound of insects, isn't it... It should be the song of birds flying across the sky, is it the "moon out of the mountain bird"? How can there be birds singing at night? This burst of cry is a little bug... jiu-jiu...

What a hearing enjoyment! Shou Ren was immersed in it and fell asleep hazyly.

In a daze, Shou Ren felt something on the left side of his body and was gently dragging himself. He half-opened his eyes reluctantly, hoping to see a mouse or something, and then continued to dream. Unexpectedly, what he saw was a dazzling white thing... Looking carefully, it was a piece of jade, which was crystal clear and emitting dazzling white light... Suddenly, the jade turned a few times...

Thankfully, he sat up and said, "You... You... Who are you?" Looking at this scene, my mind is full of story fragments in Liaozhai...

"Master, don't be afraid, my name is 'One-meter Moonlight' and I come with you..."