Waste phase tracking handwriting

Chapter 4
For more than a year, she followed him all over the world.

She knew that he hated mutton, and she knew that he would practice calligraphy once every three or two days, even if it was freezing cold and he couldn't stretch out his hands.

She knew that he would light a stick of incense by the window on a hot summer night and drift out of the window. His eyes would follow the incense to a far away place, and maybe his heart would also go to a far away place.

She knew that he liked plum wine best and drank it endlessly, but every time he drank it, he would wake up coughing in the middle of the night.

He likes to fight against injustice, but he is a weak scholar. He is often made things difficult for him while walking, and his face is bruised.

He would try to find a way for the old lady who had lost her chickens, and finally send the old lady back to see her orphans and widows, and then put the few silver notes in his wallet on the broken bowl with the mouth broken.

He walked in the world of suffering, from the prosperous Liangzhu Imperial City to the lonely ruins and decay. He was like a dazzling star that suddenly fell into the world and slowly lost its luster.

She had heard about his deeds, and was given a chair by the Holy One to discuss studies at Longtan Temple. She worked with three hundred students to compile the history of the dynasty, and implemented new laws to improve the situation of redundant officials...

If he is aloof, she will feel that he is an unreachable person. Even if her name is Gou Yue, she will not dare to pick the moon. It is cold and bright. Who dares to touch the moon.

But yesterday he was still joking with her, and he was no longer the aloof literary figure, but a sickly middle-aged man with a pale face and a weak body.

They once walked at night, the road was silent, and there were only two of them. He didn't know where she was, but she could hear his footsteps. At that time, it seemed like they were the only two people in the world, and the only souls walking were him and her. , there are no more ranks, status, power, and glory standing in the middle.

He is an exile like her, lonely in the world of mortals.

But now it's suddenly different.

There was one more person among them.

Her name is Taran, and she is his favorite person.

They had a gorgeous past, and when she died, he would miss her with a cry.

She lives in his heart.

Even if it means his life, who can defeat a person who lives in a man's heart?

When Gou Yue went back, she saw that Erquan had made a table of dishes waiting for her. Wen Yuanzhi also helped to move the stove down. His long sleeves were tied up, exposing his arms, and there were blue veins under his too pale skin. Seems particularly pitiful.

"Miss Ruoshui is back?"

Er Quan called her and she came back to her senses.

Wen Yuanzhi placed three plates of well-cut meat on the table, two plates of white meat and one plate of red meat.

Erquan prepared the pot for shabu-shabu and put everything on the table. He first paid respects to Jing Wenyuanzhi and thanked him for making the old lady's blood-thick phlegm disappear and giving her the strength to breathe after just one dose of medicine.

Gou Yue said in surprise, "You only showed her once and she was already cured?"

Wen Yuanzhi's words were not that impressive, "You have to take the medicine, but within half a month, you should be able to get up."

He is also a miracle doctor. This is really a strange person. When Gou Yue put the mutton on the chopsticks, she shook her head in disbelief. There are so many capable people in the world, why didn't she be given some magical power and just told her to be a common person? Too vulgar.

"Girl, do you like mutton?"

Gou Yue said yes, "Mr. Xiaowen doesn't like it?"

"Not really...no. It's just that my wife didn't like her before. So she never appeared in the house." He smiled slightly bitterly.

"What's wrong with Miss Ruoshui's nose?" Erquan pointed at Gou Yue's slightly crooked nose and asked.

She hurriedly covered her nose. What's worse, she changed into the same mask, but she wasn't used to it yet and it didn't fit her face well.

Putting down his hand again, his nose had returned to normal, "Oh, it's too cold, and my nose is red from the cold."

Erquan said that's it, and turned around to tell Wen Yuanzhi about his late wife.

"How is Madam doing now?"

He didn't answer, and drank the wine in one gulp, his face full of sadness.

Erquan was a person who understood the meaning of his eyes, so he stopped asking further when he saw this.

Gou Yue insisted on asking, but Er Quan was hitting her with his knee under the table, but he lowered his head and saw that one of her hands in front of her was trembling. It was too cold, and she couldn't warm up even while rinsing the meat.

Gou Yue didn't drink a glass of wine, but she felt drunk.

How could she get so confused that she felt that since she had been with him for more than a year, he belonged to her and no one else could get involved.

He never had anything to do with her.

This is a one-man show.

The mantis will not give up hunting just because it likes the cicada that has been following it for a long time, but Gouyue has begun to think about retreating.

She no longer wanted to help others monitor his actions, that was his reminder.

Before leaving, she should at least ask.

"What kind of woman is Mr. Xiaowen's wife?"

Wen Yuanzhi's eyes were particularly clear at this moment, and he was talking about the woman in the mist over the steaming shabu-shabu.

She seemed to be walking towards Er Quan and Gou Yue through the fog.

That was the first time he met his wife.

They were overtaken by pursuers on the way to escape.

The pursuers unleashed a hail of arrows, and all of them were in an extremely embarrassed state, with wounds all scratched out by rocks on their faces.

Only Taran stood up unhurriedly and wiped the front and back blades on her sleeves. The clean blade could reflect the face of a person. She waved it twice at will, sending out a rustling wind of the blade in the air. The sword technique was neat and like a Climbing a wave of snow, his stern brows and eyes seemed to be the messenger who took away people's lives and scattered their souls.The rain of arrows has passed, and the real life-and-death confrontation has begun.

The Ruozhi people shouted to bring back their heads to atone for their sins, and came brandishing their swords on their horses.

The knife is deadly, and every time the knife falls on a person, it can instantly cut him off at the waist.

I saw Taran as agile as a spirit swallow, dodging among countless blades.

Taran entangled several of them, but the remaining Ruozhi troops bypassed her and headed towards the other three.

Taran was anxious and wanted to tear open a hole and kill these Ruozhi people as soon as possible. Just when she turned around to look at the safety of others, Ruozhi people's spear penetrated her left shoulder. Taran frowned and did not cry out in pain. , he took a step from the side and tore the sword off his shoulder. His flesh and blood were spread out. He stepped on his horse and killed the soldier with a knife, cutting his neck.

When someone kills a person, the chicken will cluck uncontrollably. When someone kills someone, the person will just fall to the ground with a dull sound.The rise of her killing.

Blood spurted out and stained her clothes. Her eyes were blood red. The killed soldiers kept falling from their horses. The soil in the nearby wasteland exuded a strange fishy smell. She frowned. Wen Yuanzhi actually disgusted her. The smell of killing.

Her hair was stained with blood. The blood had dried and the ends had become dry and stiff.

"this is for you."

He took out the golden medicine in his arms.

She doesn't answer.

"You are hurt."

No matter how nicely Ren Chu spoke, Taran seemed not to understand.

"That's all, if you need it, just ask me for it again." He knew that she wouldn't ask for it.

Wen Yuanzhi told Gou Yue and Er Quan that when his father was still alive, he proposed marriage to his second brother. The second brother did not like the woman. He remembered that his father pointed to a stone in the yard that was shaped like a book and said, " Although there are only two lines of poetry engraved on it, it takes a long time to read it. Some people are like a one-page letter, which looks simple and boring. In fact, you have to think about it slowly to know their temperament. "

The stone in the yard says, There are creeping grasses in the wild, and there is no dew.

Later, he went to look up the book and saw that the last two sentences were, "There is a beautiful person, as graceful as clear and clear."

The more infatuated he became with the wife who died young, the more ashamed Gou Yue became.

It was definitely not the woman who came between them, but Gou Yue who stood between them as a miserable couple.

"Why doesn't your wife like to eat mutton?"

Wen Yuanzhi didn't hide it. In his opinion, it was quite amusing.

"Once she made a bet with someone else that she had to eat a whole sheep for a horse. Although I arrived later, she had already eaten the whole sheep when I arrived, and she immediately vomited. Since then, The smell of mutton makes me sick."

"Speaking of which, Mrs. Wen is really a sweetheart." Er Quan toasted him again.

Gou Yue drank one glass after another with them. She was upset. She knew the reason but could not resolve it. She could never say those words.

Wen Yuanzhi will never know that there is a girl who has followed him for hundreds of days and nights, and has seen him happy, disappointed, angry, and sad. She has witnessed his mixed joys and sorrows, and knows that he will smile slightly with satisfaction after raising his hands and closing the fan.

Everything is over before it even begins.

What kind of helplessness is this.

Gou Yue never thought that she would really like him.

Then her drunken mind recalled that when she first started following Wen Yuan, she had no place to stay, so she slept in a tree. It was cold in autumn, and she refused to find a hotel for fear of being discovered by Wen Yuan. Now, she actually dared to appear in front of him in human skin.

Logically speaking, she wouldn't be so careless, but she still did it in a daze.

Only now did she realize that it was actually her who was convincing herself to meet him head-on.

She wanted to be in front of him, not behind him.

She didn't want to always see his shadow stretched so long, she wanted to go to him and look up at the moon with him.

Ordinary people can understand their own feelings within a short time.

But it took her hundreds of days and nights, in the alternation of sunlight and moonlight, to gradually understand.

How many times Wen Yuanzhi encountered danger, she always rescued him without hesitation, but she did not let him find out who had done it. He was drunk and lying on the table under the pear tree, covered with white flowers, and she picked them up for him. Cover the cloak on the ground.

In front of the rushing water, it was she who stretched out her hand and grabbed his collar to help him stand firm.

She liked him so much.

But it took her more than a year to understand this kind of love.

As the winter came and the summer passed, the boredom of following people had long since dissipated, replaced by her anxious expression. She was anxious when she couldn't see him. She suspected that he was going to cause trouble when she saw him. If she didn't do anything, she felt that he was boring. Sitting there all day is torture.

"Mr. Xiaowen, did you drink too much Ruoshui?"

Erquan saw her swaying and couldn't sit still.

Wen Yuanzhi poured another glass and said calmly, "How could it be? This wine is new and cannot make anyone drunk."

"Then she is?"

"If Miss Shui is troubled, I'll send her up and collect the food, please."

"Of course, sir, if anything happens, I can give you any instructions at any time."

(End of this chapter)