Chapter 12 Qianyuan 2

Ye Zi said, "Sister Nianxin said that she did well in the exam. Her parents took her back to Tianjing with her grandparents. She just left a few days ago."

There was a burst of bitterness in Yu Yan's heart: Tianjing? As soon as she left, she went. Maybe the world really has God's will.

Ye Zi continued, "Sister Nianxin left all her textbooks and said that if you continue to study, it will be helpful to you."

It's like a spring leaf, sliding gently in autumn, with some unspeakable sadness. Yu Yan smiled faintly at the corners of his mouth, touched his sister's hair, nodded, and went out.

Seeing the familiar wooden house from afar, Yu Yan was no longer patiently happy. His body floated like a catkins, and he came to the door in the blink of an eye. Yu Yan pushed the door in and shouted excitedly: "Master--"

The old man sat in the chair with a kind smile on his face after the vicissitudes of life. He looked at Yu Yan and nodded with a smile, "It's good to come back." Yu Yan was like a child who had been aggrieved. He rushed to the old man and cried loudly. The old man didn't stop him and let him vent to his heart's content. When Yu Yan stopped crying, he said, "Xiaoyan, stand up."

Yu Yan stood up and stood in front of the master. The old man looked at his disciples. After three years of military career, he could not see any roughness. His figure was long and elegant, his face was handsome and elegant, his jade-like face was pure and transparent, and his eyes were as clear as Tianchi. The whole person is like a pine tree on this green mountain, kind and natural, melting into heaven and earth. The faint and bad smile hidden at the corners of his mouth added another mysterious charm to him. The two temperaments of good and evil are shown on their apprentices at the same time. Although the old man is puzzled, it is also a great relief to see that the disciples are so excellent.

Yu Yan felt sad when he saw the deep wrinkles and old face on the master's forehead. Thinking about myself as an orphan, if I hadn't met the master when I was five years old, I didn't know where to wander. I can't express my gratitude to the master.

The old man smiled and said, "Xiaoyan, I'm very happy that you have achieved today." He stopped and said, "Do you know why I let you join the army?" Yu Yan shook his head.

The old man said, "As the saying goes, I see old at the age of three. When you were five years old, you were still an orphan. You couldn't take care of yourself, but you could take in another orphan and take care of her. This is a person's character. It is also my pride to accept you as an apprentice. Before you were fifteen years old, I wanted you to become an erudite talent, so let you learn the four books and five classics, learn the way of Confucius and Mencius, learn poetry and rites, learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, these are the books of self-cultivation. Although many of our nation's thousands of years of cultural traditions seem to be dross in this era, most of them are the essence of our nation. It would be a pity to discard them.

Yu Yan nodded, had a deep understanding, and listened to the old man continue to say, "I'm very happy that you can study hard and learn the essence of our national culture."

The old man said this and smiled again: "But although such a learning process can cultivate the surname, it is easy to make people weak and lack courage to act. So after you are admitted to high school, I will let you suspend school, let Tianyuan take you into the army, hone your surname and will, and make you a person who can act and dare to act. I'm nearly 100 years old this year, and I don't have much time left. In the past few years, Tianyuan has also mentioned some of your things to me and sent you to the rain of bullets. I hope you don't blame the master.

Yu Yan suddenly burst into tears and quickly cried and shook his head and said, "Master, no, you won't die. Without the master, there would be no me today."

The old man smiled kindly and said, "You are 18 years old, and you have experienced a lot of life and death. Why are you still crying? Don't look like a child in the future." Yu Yan wiped his tears and smiled shyly.

The old man said again, "Remember that everything is obedient to God's will, to be obedient to others, and not to force it." Yu Yan thought about it according to the master's words and said, "Master, if I force something, but there is a result, then it is not God's will."

The old man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed and said, "Good boy, you really have a way to do it. Then you should work hard at everything. If you can force it and get results, it's God's will.

The two talked, and Yu Yan remembered that there was still the most important thing that he didn't say to the master, and quickly told the experience of the cave one by one. The more the old man listened, the more surprised he was. Later, when he heard that there was an ancestor's legacy, he quickly knelt down, took the silk in Yu Yan's hand, held it above the top, put it on the table in the room, and then bowed to the ground and shouted, "Bai Yichuan, the fourteenth generation of Yunmen, together with Yu Yan, the fifteenth generation of disciples, to listen to the ancestor's legacy." When Yu Yan saw the master's appearance, he had to knelt down with the master and finish the salute.

After reading the teachings of the ancestor, Bai Yichuan burst into tears and shouted, "Blessed by the ancestor, I, the treasure of Yunmen, finally returned!" He yorsed to the ground again. Bai Yichuan has only heard of Cuiyu Mozhu. At this moment, he laughed when he saw that Yu Yan had become the sixth layer of the secret of heaven's heart.

Yu Yan told him about the devil's door. Bai Yichuan smiled and said, "One of the devils lies in people's hearts. As long as you act right, there is no difference between gods and demons. He not only did not blame him for worshiping the devil as his teacher, but also praised him for not being pretentious and pedantic. There is no good way to deal with those night pearls now, so they can only be used when they are needed.

Yu Yan did not say the reason for his discharge from the army, and the old man did not ask. He just looked at him with deep meaning and said, "The plan is in the man, and the success is in the sky. As long as you try your best, you can have a clear conscience."

The master and apprentice talked about the conversation. Bai Yichuan saw the high power shown by Yu Yan, and suddenly couldn't close his mouth and shouted that he wanted to float three whites in a row. Yu Yan went home and asked Ye Zi to cook a few good dishes. He took the Maotai he brought back from the army, and the old and the young drank happily.

Bai Yichuan lived for more than a hundred years, and he was the happiest today. It was inevitable that he drank a few more cups and lay on the chair and fell asleep. Seeing this, Yu Yan quickly helped him up and lay down.

Yu Yan turned over and turned in his ** and couldn't sleep. The figure of the girl appeared in front of him, so he had to turn over and sit up. After thinking about it, he gently jumped downstairs and used his body method, like a wisp of smoke, disappearing in the night.

It was still the familiar small building three years ago. The familiar window was as bright as the moonlight, but there was no girl sitting in front of the window and listening to him playing the flute. Yu Yan felt a sense of being different in his heart.

He met Xu Nianxin when he was twelve years old. At that time, she had just arrived here and lived in a hanging building at the foot of the mountain. When Yu Yan noticed her, she had just caught two beautiful butterflies on the mountain. Yu Yan told her a story about the butterfly double fei. The legendary double fei's butterfly is transformed by a couple who failed to be united in the previous life. Those who receive their blessings will definitely be able to achieve everything and live a happy life.

Xu Nianxin's pious prayer is deeply imprinted in the young Yuyan's heart. In return for Xu Nianxin's flying double butterflies, he gave her the brightest Yingshanhong, picked the freshest diamond horns in the lake, and taught her to pick leaves and blow them into songs.

When she gradually grew up, every moonlit night, Yu Yan played a flute under her attic to see the shadow of her stroking her cheeks in the attic. After entering the army, the two kept in touch with letters, but as they grew older and separated from each other, the hazy feeling seemed to fade away.

Eighteen-year-old Yu Yan deeply misses the fourteen- or fifteen-year-old son, hazy age, hazy mood, like black coffee with brown sugar, chaotic and sweet feeling.

Yu Yan traveled back to the old place and felt like a dream. He was about to play with the flute, but he remembered that the bamboo flute was still in the hands of the girl who didn't know where she was at this time. Yu Yan didn't want to inquire about her whereabouts. For the age of fourteen or fifteen, perhaps the best memory is the best memory.

"You look at the scenery on the bridge, and the people who look at the scenery look at you upstairs. The bright moon decorates your window, and you decorate other people's dreams." After reading it gently, Yu Yan stood in front of the window and smiled faintly. The moonlight shone on his crystal face. He was like a lonely shadow, chasing the lost teenager's dream alone.

Early next morning, Yu Yan came to the master's bed and saw that the master was still sleeping. He was very surprised. Looking at it carefully, the old man's face turned pale, his breath was gone, and he had passed away. Yu Yan shouted "Master--" and rushed forward. He also forgot the master's teaching, and his tears fell down. The old man was 100 years old. Yesterday, he was extremely excited and drank some wine. Unexpectedly, he couldn't wake up and went away.

The death of the master had a great impact on Yu Yan. He sat in front of the old man's grave for two days and two nights without saying a word. Ye Zi was heartbroken when he saw his brother's appearance. He accompanied him to tease him. Even the other baby given to him on the 9th was ashamed to say it, but he saw that he was still demented and had no reaction at all.

Ye Zi slept until midnight and heard the melodious erhu sound outside. When she got up, she saw her unforgettable scene.

Yu Yan sat on the ground, like a dead tree dependent on the earth. His eyes emitted sometimes cold and sometimes fiery light, and the strings in his hands were either urgent or slow, and the slightly hoarse erhu sound in this empty mountains and fields, sometimes like *, sometimes like a small bridge and flowing water, sometimes high and exciting, sometimes calm and touching.

Ye Zi remembered that when she was three years old, she picked up leftovers in the garbage and was taken in by her brother. From today on, you are my sister. In a simple sentence, she has a lifelong support for her lonely leaf.

It seems that he felt his brother's pain and loneliness. Ye Zi's heart was as painful as a tear. He would never let his brother be sad. Ye Zi made a solemn promise to himself. Looking at the beautiful arc drawn by Yu Yan's slightly upturned lips, Ye Zi felt as if she had been hollowed out. The shadow lingering in the dream coincided with the person in front of her. Ye Zi gently called "Brother Yan" and suddenly burst into tears.

He lost his comrades-in-arms, forced to leave the army, lost his dream, and the master left. So many things happened in a short time, and it was difficult for him to let go. Yu Yan was just an 18-year-old young man. He suddenly faced many blows. Although he matured faster, he also put too much pressure on his heart.

In this quiet night, he indulged himself and let the strings in his hand express his most real emotions. He fully integrated into the music and vented all his emotions through the instruments in his hand. After playing a song, the whole body is like a layer of cold sweat, and the pores are transparent and extremely smooth. He stood up and waved to the dull leaves, showing a sunny smile.

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