In the darkness, a man with a tense body suddenly slumped backwards, leaning loosely on the velvet back pillow.
One hand reached out and groped on the car wall.
The next second, this hand opened the curtain with force, and the small window suddenly let out a bright light, making the car bright and clear.
Lin Qingxuan turned his head and looked out the window. That was Lanxi where he grew up.
The carriage passed the crowd who were queuing up to hand over name tags to Lanxi Lin, passed them directly, and drove slowly into the manor.
When the car stopped, Lin Qingxuan wiped the sweat off his head hastily, took a deep breath, then hurriedly got out of the car and hurriedly looked for the young helmsman of the Lanxi Lin family.
The fire is burning and there is no need to delay.
Sunset sets east of the mountain and dusk goes late.
Zhao Rong smiled and said goodbye to Lin Wenruo. At the intersection of the gallery, the two were ready to separate.
Suddenly a figure walked from the shadow of a tall building not far to the left.
Zhao Rong looked curiously.
Lin Wenruo, who had his back turned to that figure, couldn't help but turn around when he saw Zhao Rong looking behind him.
At dusk, the light was dim, and the figure walked slowly in the shadows.
Zhao Rong took a few glances at the person who came. Although his face was a little unclear in the darkness, his figure and gait were familiar, so he recognized who it was and subconsciously glanced at Lin Wenruo.
I saw that Lin Wenruo's face no longer had the smile he had just said goodbye to, his face was serious, and he frowned slightly, looking at the visitor.
The man in the shadow was about to step into the sunset where Zhao and Rong were. He spoke with a hoarse voice, "Lin Wenruo, I..."
"What did you call me?" Lin Wenruo asked coldly.
"...Master, I have something to do...can you let him go first?" In the shadow, the man seemed to tilt his head and looked in the direction of Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong coughed lightly and prepared to turn around and leave first, not to interfere with the brothers' affairs.
But a voice immediately sounded, stopping him in his tracks.
"Is there something you can't let Tzuyu know?"
Lin Wenruo sounded impatient, "If you have anything to say, please tell me!"
The man walking from the shadows slowed down a bit and remained silent.
He stared straight at the man between the two standing under the sunset, whose face was somewhat similar to his.
He hurried back at noon and anxiously searched for him in the manor all afternoon, but there was no sign of him!
Later, I heard a servant say that he saw the master carrying wine and taking an honored guest to the back mountain for fun.
Tomorrow is the debate between Confucianism and Taoism that affects the life and death of the Lin family in Lanxi. You actually still have time to go out drinking and outing with others!?
The man in the shadow suddenly looked at Zhao Rong.
It’s this poor thing again!
Lin Wenruo, if you flatter him so much, can he really guarantee to help you win tomorrow's debate between Confucianism and Taoism?
And Sister Yuqing is also so afraid of him that she wants me to drug him!
What's so great about this man? Just because he can write two top-notch poems? No matter how good he is at writing bullshit poems, is his eloquence good? I have so many masters of debate in the Qing Dynasty in Zhongnan, who is he?
You all value him so much, one wants me to kneel down and apologize to him, and the other wants me to humble myself and approach him to drug him!
If it is for the Lanxi Lin family, I am willing to bow my head and apologize to him! But what if I, Lin Qingxuan, a dignified seven-foot man, are asked to kneel down to him?
You all go to hell! I won’t kneel down!
Zhao Rong, who was a low-class horse but was mistaken for a high-class horse, saw that the atmosphere was awkward and dull, so he decided to run away immediately.
"Wen Ruo, I have something else to do. I'll leave first. You two can chat slowly."
After saying that, without waiting for Lin Wenruo to speak, he turned around and left.
After he, the outsider, left, only the Lin brothers were left.
The man who was about to step out of the shadows stared at Zhao Rong. After seeing him walking away, he withdrew his gaze and was about to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by a scolding.
"What's going on, tell me quickly!" Lin Wenruo crossed to the railing, put his hands behind his back, and urged him with his back to him.
The man narrowed his eyes and spoke hoarsely, "Today, I am in Fengqi Tower..."
After Lin Wenruo heard about this, one of the most famous brothels in Luojing, he frowned and interrupted in a cold voice: "You bother me with these bullshit things again, Lin Qingxuan, let me tell you, if you dare to do it again in the future,
If you go fooling around in a place like that, I'll break your legs!"
At dusk, the sun was setting, making the shadows on the pavilions and pavilions longer and longer. It had been "chasing" the shadows. The man who was just one step away from stepping out of the darkness suddenly stopped when he heard the cold voice.
The golden sunset and the dim black formed a clear horizontal line between Wei and Jing.
One person is at this end and one person is at that end.
One person hides in the darkness, while the other bathes in the light.
It seems...it has always been like this since childhood. The man in the shadow thought.
Lin Wenruo suddenly turned around, "Will you tell me or not?"
"No...it's okay." The man spoke softly, his face hidden in the darkness and blurry.
Lin Wenruo pondered for a moment, pursed his lips and asked, "Is everything okay?"
"It's just a small matter, I won't bother you." The man's expression was unclear and his voice was calm.
Lin Wenruo put his hands behind his back, slowly turned around, glanced at the man, and left without saying a word.
The sky seems to be getting darker.
Lin Qingxuan lowered his head slightly and stared at the horizontal line dividing light and darkness under his feet, only to see it being pushed further and further away by the setting sun.
He did not step through it and walk up the winding gallery bathed in the setting sun, but turned around and walked on the dim path among the woods.
The pace is getting faster and faster.
He let go of his right hand with his nails sunk into the palm of his hand, reached into his arms tremblingly, took out the small porcelain bottle containing some white and odorless powder, and held it tightly in his hand. Due to the leakage of some liquid, it was a little sluggish at this time.
Skater.
But his mind was no longer on it.
He puffed out his cheeks and gritted his teeth.
He wanted to return to his house quickly.
He needs to prepare well.
He wanted to sincerely admit his mistake to his brother, and then let him take him to apologize to Zhao Ziyu.
He wanted to ask that Zhao Ziyu to drink a glass of apology wine that he had carefully prepared!
Lin Qingxuan firmly grasped the porcelain bottle in his hand.
You all must die!
He screamed in his heart, but for some reason, thinking about such a happy thing, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably.
He silently raised his hand to wipe it, and the viscous liquid overflowing from his palm mixed with the hot tears and wiped his face.
But he kept moving and wiping his hands, and his pace became faster and faster, running along the secluded paths in the manor, avoiding the bright firelight, and returned to his residence.
The last ray of light of the setting sun is being released and is about to disappear into the horizontal row of mountains in the distance.
The man was walking in a hurry, passing by a remote pavilion near the water, and suddenly stopped.
The whole person was motionless.
He slowly turned his head and looked at the lone tree in the open space in front of the pavilion.
"The result?"
He walked to the tree in a daze and looked up at the ginkgo tree that they had planted for twenty years.
The evening wind blew by, and the lights in the distance gave some vague light, and the ginkgo leaves among the ginkgo leaves swayed slightly with the branches.
He loosened his grip on his right hand and stuffed the small porcelain bottle back into his arms. He reached up and suddenly retracted his hand halfway. He wiped his right hand vigorously on his chest and clothes, then stretched out his hand again and touched the two round stars on the tree.
He gently covered the ginkgo with three fingers and looked straight at it without blinking.
The tree was getting taller and taller. He remembered that he, his father and brother had just planted it. He held the shovel and walked over to make gestures. At that time, it was only as high as his eyebrows, but now he had to tap his feet to plant it.
Can do it.
He remembered that his father smiled and said that it was planted for his grandson. It was planted next to the pavilion where he often came to study. He would watch it every day and wait for it to bear fruit. Every time he said this, he would
One rubbed the horns of himself and his brother, looked down at the two of them, grinned and said: You two boys should grow up quickly, get wives, and give me more fat grandchildren.
At this time, the brother who admires his father will nod seriously, and he who is loved by his father will tilt his head to avoid his warm palm, hold up the wooden sword in his hand, and stubbornly say that he will ride on it in the future.
If you go to fight in the martial arts world, you don't want to get married and keep the family.
But now that the ginkgo tree has produced white fruits, what about the people next to the tree back then?
That year, her father Bai Ling hanged herself. From then on, she and her brother chose different paths and drifted apart. The number of visits here became less and less every year. Later, they even forgot about it, except for occasionally thinking about it suddenly in the middle of the night.
, thinking that I must come and see it again, but I would forget it again the next day due to various things.
And now, I don’t even know when it bloomed, but when I saw it again, it had already borne fruit!
The man stood under the tree for an unknown length of time. At a certain moment, he left in despair.
An ancestral hall filled with countless tablets.
Lin Wenruo stood in front of the door holding the wine. He placed the unopened sweet-scented osmanthus wine that he had carried all afternoon since it was unearthed on the steps and walked slowly in.
Facing the memorial tablets of Lanxi Lin's ancestors in the hall, the tall Confucian scholar stood quietly in the center, silent.
The night was already dark, and tomorrow was the much-anticipated debate on Confucianism and Taoism. Zhao Rong was preparing to go to bed early, but just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard someone knocking on the door.
He was wearing a robe and opened the courtyard door. He saw two men standing quietly outside the door. They were the Lin brothers, followed by a maid carrying a tray.
Zhao Rong touched his nose and invited them into the door.
Lin Qingxuan looked at Zhao Rong for a moment, then suddenly smiled apologetically, reached out and picked up a glass of wine from the maid's tray, and raised his hands.
"It was Qingxuan who was ignorant and offended Master Zhao before. Qingxuan has deeply realized his mistake. I hope Master Zhao Haihan will forgive Qingxuan!"
After saying that, he raised his head and drank the wine without waiting for Zhao Rong's reaction. Then he picked up the only glass of wine left on the maid's tray, held it up with both hands, and handed it to Zhao Rong respectfully.
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows but did not take it immediately. He glanced at Lin Wenruo behind the man who handed him the drink. The latter saw him looking at him and smiled helplessly.
Zhao Rong understood a little and glanced at Lin Qingxuan, who was looking sincerely in front of him. He was silent for a moment, took the wine glass with both hands, drank it all in one gulp, and gestured to pour the glass.
The man who handed the wine, who had already made peace with his brother, glanced at the wine glass, raised the corners of his mouth, and his expression was extremely sincere.