The story of the husband and the son of the doctor and daughter of Houmen

Chapter 841 Fanwai: It's the old man who came (Yunge cp)

In the misty and rainy south of the Yangtze River where the flowers are like clouds, in an exquisite courtyard with mountains and rivers behind it, there is a melodious sound of the piano and the melodious sound of the pattering rain.

On the turquoise water, a flat boat slowly descended along the current, and gradually docked at the small pier near the other courtyard.A white-clothed man with an inch beard came out of the boat tent, stood at the bow of the boat and looked up slightly at the thin lilac protruding from the white wall. It wasn't until the sound of the piano died down that the corners of his lips showed a slight smile. laugh.

Beside the man, a young domestic servant in a blue cloth shirt who held an umbrella for him saw that the master's face finally showed some expression, and Fang asked in a low voice: "Master, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. Our boat is small, so I'm afraid It's not good to go again. Is it..."

"Go ashore." The man said, raised his hand to take the umbrella from the servant, and took the lead to step ashore.

The half-new buckskin boots stepped on the wet bluestone paved road, step by step, approaching the black painted gate step by step.

The gatehouse with Jiangnan characteristics is unique in style, but there is no plaque. Only the Spring Festival couplets pasted during the Chinese New Year have been wet by rain, and the red color has faded.

In the courtyard, there was a faint voice of a child: "Grandma, this song is really nice... What's it called?"

Outside the gate of the courtyard, the hand that was about to knock stopped in the air, and the eyes of the man in white were in a daze, as if he had returned to the past, and the words buried in the depths of his memory resurfaced in his ears, still so clear, and he never forgot the cadence .

"This is a song my grandmother played randomly, without a name." A gentle voice came from the courtyard, lost the clarity in memory, slightly hoarse, seemed to contain infinite tenderness, and made people listen to it twice. I feel kind.

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——Miss, this song is clear and gentle, but it's unheard of. I don't know what the name of the song is?
——My lord laughed, I played this piece according to my heart, and it doesn't have a name.

The dialogue from memory came to mind, and the eyes of the man in white were as gentle as water, and he stood in front of the door blankly, unaware that the umbrella in his hand had slipped to the side.

That year, he was still a young prince in fresh clothes and angry horses. He was reused by his father and came to Jiangnan to investigate an important case.For the sake of convenience, he concealed his identity, pretended to be a playboy, and followed the sound of the zither into Yao's tea garden by mistake.

That year, she was a young girl who had just started her love affair. Because she liked to cook tea, she told her mother to live in the tea garden farm with her nanny and maidservants. .

That day was also misty and rainy, and the spring was as deep as the sea.Next to the endless tea garden, there is a small courtyard with white walls and gray tiles. In the courtyard, a crabapple blooms very densely. The pink petals cover the gloomy sky and the dripping rain.And on the bluestone board under the feet, there is a thick layer of petals like a brocade pavement.

That day, there was also such a piano sound. Although the piano skills were not very good, the piano sound was crisp, clear and dust-free, like a pure and flawless girl's heart.

He grew up in the midst of scheming and scheming since he was a child, and instantly became infatuated with the sound of the piano.

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"Oh! The rain is getting heavier, why did you throw away the umbrella?" The servant who followed picked up the umbrella to cover the rain above his head, reminding him carefully.

"Oh." The man came back to his senses, his warm eyes returned to the black painted door, he raised his hand to straighten his hair crown, and straightened his clothes before he stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" someone asked inside the door.

The man didn't speak, but kept knocking on the door.

"Who?" The door opened from the inside, and the young man who came to open the door saw a strange man outside, so he looked him up, down, left, and right. It is a person who has never met, because he asked: "Where did you come from, sir, and what is the matter here?"

"My little brother, is this the residence of Madam Su Yao, the eldest daughter of Master Yao, the Chief Assistant?" the man asked with a smile.

"This gentleman is right. But since the gentleman knows the identity of my wife, he should tell her her name so that I can go in and report back." The servant Annai bowed politely amidst the doubts in his heart.

"Please tell me, brother, that an old friend passed by here in the past, and came to ask for a cup of Mingqian Longjing." The man was still smiling, not annoyed by the boy's words and deeds, his eyes were as calm as before.

"Sir, you haven't told me your name yet." The servant stood stubbornly at the door.

"I said that my master is your wife's old friend, why don't you go in and report back, what are you doing here?" The servant behind the man in white was a little anxious, staring at the young man blocking the door.

"Ah Lie, don't be rude." The man in white looked sideways slightly and reprimanded the servant in a low voice.

"Shuangfu, Ma'am asked who is visiting, and why don't you go in?" A sweet inquiry came from inside, and a little girl in green clothes and double buns came out from inside while speaking.

"Because I don't know who it is, I didn't dare to let him in casually." The servant Shuangfu muttered in a low voice.

The little servant girl had already quietly looked at the person who came, and seeing that the person was well-groomed and well-behaved, she guessed that he was not some kind of villain, because she said: "Madam ordered that no matter who it is, it is a guest at the door. The rain is getting worse I'm too old, I'm afraid it will be difficult to travel by boat, so let's invite guests in for a cup of tea."

"Yes." Shuangfu replied, and then cupped his hands towards the man in white: "My lord, please come in."

"Thank you." The man arched his hands towards the little maid, raised his foot and stepped over the threshold, and walked inside naturally.

The little servant girl hurried forward to lead the way, and led the guests around the winding corridor to sit down in the small side hall next to the meeting hall: "Please also give me your name, sir, so that I can report back to my wife."

"The unvoiced music can communicate only with confidantes, and the new tea interpreting words is an old friend." After the man in white said the poem slowly, he smiled and said to the little maid, "Just read this poem to your wife, and she will naturally know me. who is it."

"Forgive me, sir. This servant has limited literacy, and you have never heard this poem before. I'm afraid you have passed on the wrong words. Why don't you write it down."

"Alright."

The little maid turned around and went to Xiaoxuan's window, took a piece of plain white paper, and handed it over with a brush.After thanking the man in white, he picked up a pen and licked the ink, and carefully wrote down fourteen words.

"Sir, please wait a moment, this maidservant will send it to our wife right now." The little maid took the paper and blew on the wet ink, turned and left.

Mrs. Su of the Dinghou Mansion, Mrs. Yao, the eldest daughter of the current Prime Minister Yao Yuanzhi, just taught her four-year-old granddaughter how to play the piano in the pavilion in the courtyard. Because she heard that someone was visiting but didn't know who it was, she brought her granddaughter back first. backyard.But while changing clothes, the little maid who was ordered to go out came in with a piece of paper, saying that it was a thin gentleman in his 50s and [-]s, and that it was an old friend of his wife who came to visit, and asked his name and no one would know. Said that only this poem was written and forwarded to his wife, and the man also said that his wife knew it when she saw it.

Yao Shi also felt strange when he heard this, because he said: "What kind of poem, show it to me."

The little maid hurriedly presented the poem paper with both hands, Yao shi opened it up and was stunned for a moment.The voice hidden deep in my heart resurfaced in my ears, as if yesterday...

"A voiceless melody is only a confidant, and a new tea interpreting language is an old friend."

"You and I met for the first time, how can we be regarded as old friends?"

"When I first met Qing, it seems like an old friend."

"You look gentle, but you are glib."

"It's not glib, it's the truth from the bottom of my heart, please don't blame me, girl..."

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It was also such a season back then, when the cherry blossoms fell to the ground, and the lilacs bloomed on the branches.That continuous drizzle lasted for three days and three nights, and he knocked on the door of his other courtyard just to avoid the rain.

Yao Fengge held the piece of plain poetry paper quietly like a wax figure, but there were thousands of emotions lingering in her heart, gradually entangled in her heart, filling her up in clusters, clusters, bit by bit. There is no gap in the whole heart.

Cut constantly, the rationale is still chaotic.

The four-year-old girl leaning on her lap saw her grandmother's eye circles were red, so she took her own handkerchief and stood on tiptoe, calling out: "Grandmother." She stretched out her little arms to wipe her tears.

Yao returned to his senses, quickly took the pink handkerchief from his granddaughter, and said with a light smile, "Ci'er, you can go back to the room with the wet nurse first."

"Grandma, are you okay?" The little girl asked worriedly.

Yao Shige lowered his head and stroked the little girl's braids, and said in a low voice: "Grandmother is fine, an old friend from my grandmother's youth is here, and my grandmother is going to see a guest. Go back obediently with the wet nurse."

"Yes." The little girl blessed Fushen in a dignified manner, and was led out by the wet nurse.

Only then did Yao Fengge carefully fold up the poems in his hand and put them in his sleeves, and ordered the maids who were talking back and forth: "Xiaoyu, please go and ask that gentleman to sit in the Wutong study for a while, and then offer him a glass of this year's Mingqian wine." Longjing."

The little maid froze for a moment, Fang Fushen agreed and went out.

"Ma'am, Wutong Study is where you usually live, if you treat foreigners..." The maid next to her looked at Yao Fengge in puzzlement.

"No need to talk too much, wait for me to change clothes." Yao Fengge said, putting his hand on the maidservant's arm and getting up slowly.

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Yao Fengge frowned slightly looking at the figure reflected in the bright full-length mirror.Although she is over [-] years old, her figure is still slim and straight because of proper maintenance. On the peacock green heavy satin narrow jacket, there are delicate Suzhou embroidered white magnolia flowers. The magnolia flower is delicate and delicate, lifelike, but her temperament is more serene and serene than the white magnolia.

"Ma'am, it's all right." The personal servant girl gently hid the jade cicada in the folds of her skirt, and stood up slowly.

"Let's go." Yao Fengge sighed softly, supported the maid's hand and went out.

The Indus Study is located in front of the main hall of the other courtyard. Going out from the bedroom, you can go through a veranda and then through the Moon Cave Gate.The study is an old house built decades ago, but in the yard is a replanted sycamore tree after Yao Fengge moved in.These sycamore trees are growing very well, but they have not covered the roof in a few years, and now it is just in the flowering period of sycamore trees, and the lavender tung trees were knocked down by the spring rain, scattered scattered all over the ground, stained with raindrops , spread the fragrance of flowers in a courtyard.

The visitor did not enter the house, but stood with his hands behind his back under the eaves, looking up at the dense green shade above his head.After hearing the servant girl reminding in a low voice, "Madam, be careful where you step", his figure froze suddenly, then he lowered his head slowly, turned his eyes, and looked over carefully.

Yao Fengge couldn't help but stop, raised her hand and pushed away the maid who was holding an umbrella beside her, and stepped on the wet tung flowers on the ground alone, with her face slightly raised in the fine rain, and stared silently over.After a while, he choked out in a low voice: "It's really you, Wang..."

The man in white suddenly moved forward and hurried to the front, snatched the umbrella from the maidservant's hand and covered Yao Fengge's head, Fang said slowly: "Under Yun Minte came to visit Madam. I haven't seen you for more than ten years, how is Madam?"

"Yun... pity?" Yao Fengge stared at the person in front of him, and after a while he figured it out—Heng Wangmin, the royal family of the Yun family, died guarding the imperial mausoleum for 13 years, and the emperor granted him the posthumous prince title.And the person in front of him was standing in front of him alive, he had changed his appearance and became Yun Min.

"Yeah, after so many years, I'm afraid Madam can't remember?" Yun Min (Yun Min) looked at Yao Fengge who was close at hand, and his gaze shifted from her wet eyes to her gray temples. In the same year, there is a strong and inextricable friendship.

Yao Fengge turned his gaze away, looked up at the dark green into the clouds, and then lightly raised his finger to the sky: "I heard that Mr. Yun once planted sycamore trees in his yard? Look, the sycamore trees I planted are better than yours. How about those?"

"Excellent." Yun Min turned sideways and stood side by side with Yao Fengge, looked at the numerous flowers along her fingers, and said with emotion: "The sycamore trees here are much better than the ones I planted."

"Why?" Yao Fengge asked again.

"Because there is a phoenix on the plane tree planted by Madam." Yun Min lowered his head, his doting and loving eyes fell on her face.

"It's just a country woman, there's no phoenix." Yao Fengge smiled wryly and looked away, turned his back and stroked the white hair on his temples, and sighed softly: "Over half a hundred people buried their chests in earth. We are all old! "

"Because we are getting old, I don't want to wait any longer." Yun Min stretched out his hand to hold Yao Fengge's thin shoulders, turned her to face him, and looked solemnly into her eyes, "Feng Ge, let's go hand in hand to finish the final journey." way, okay?"

"I'm afraid..." Countless people's faces flashed in Yao Fengge's mind, the father who was the chief assistant, the elder brother who was the envoy of the Southeast Economic Strategy, and the younger sister of Mrs. Yipin Huguo of Ninghou Mansion who was in charge of the Drug Administration and the National Medical Center, and Now the son who is the master of the house and the daughter who is already a fifth rank...

"I don't ask for fame, I just want to stay by your side." Looking at the hesitation in Yao Fengge's eyes, Yun Min already guessed what was on her mind, because he said, "You can explain to people outside that I am yours." Be it the accountant or the housekeeper, in short, I..."

"Stop talking!" Yao Fengge suddenly raised her head and interrupted him. The pain in her heart was no less than that of the person in front of her. Because of this, she also understood the bitterness in the heart of the person in front of her. The wind blows away, how noble he is now lowered his posture and humbled into the dust, just to be with him for the rest of his life.So what else is there to be afraid of?
"There is no accountant, and there is no need for a housekeeper." Yao stretched out his hand to hold Yun Min's hand, and said in a deep voice, "The big deal is that I don't want this third-rank order on me! My son has grown up, and my daughter is married. Is there anything else I can't let go of? I have lived most of my life for others, from now on, even if I act recklessly, how many years will I have?"

"Well said." Yun Min held Yao Fengge's shoulders and walked into the room step by step, sighing softly: "There is no restraint outside the body, and there is little right and wrong in the heart. If you are left behind by flowers, you will live, and you will return when you are drunk. From then on, we will live a few years of unrestrained life, so that we can live up to this misty and prosperous world."

"For the rest of my life, with you by my side, there will be no regrets in this life." Shi Yao raised his hand to take Yun Min's arm, and put his face on his emaciated shoulder.

The rain was still falling, and the flowers on the sycamore tree fell to the ground with heavy rain and dew, making a soft "click".The sweet fragrance of flowers was enveloped by the wind and rain in late spring, spreading to every corner of the study.

　Dear ones, long time no see!howare you guys?
　　It's been a long time, thank you for remembering me!
　　Very moved, very moved!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)