Cheng Muyou glanced at Liu Ziqian's back, and then put his eyes back on Cheng Dexuan's face, he found for the first time that his father was old, and the father who took himself to dig medicine in the mountains and forests all day and didn't feel tired, the wrinkles on his face were so profound, and the vicissitudes of life were written in each one, and his sideburns had already been dyed with hoarfrost, which set off the whole person to be old and decadent.
But when did he make such a change?
Cheng Muyou remembers that more than ten years ago, when his father was still working in the Taiyi Bureau, he was still so high-spirited and chic, at that time he was still known as the master of Xinglin, the needle was precise and moderate, and the medication was gentle and symptomatic, no matter who mentioned him, he felt admired and respected.
But now, Cheng Muyou held Cheng Dexuan's slightly trembling palm, and sighed in his heart: Now these hands should no longer be able to administer needles to patients, since he left the Taiyi Bureau, although he has been on the rise and has reached the position of Hanlin history, both his appearance and spirit are visibly aging rapidly, why is this?
Isn't all this what he wants?
Or was it just that he thought it was what he wanted?
While he is in the officialdom, has he lost his heart early?
Thinking of this, Cheng Muyou grasped that hand tighter, and said softly, "Father, the son didn't hear the laughter, but even if the son didn't hear it, it doesn't mean that it doesn't exist, father, everything has a source, you may understand why you just saw and heard these visions, because only by tracing back to the source, can we find a solution to the problem." ” Cheng Dexuan saw that Cheng Muyou believed in himself, and he couldn't help but feel a hot current in his heart, he helped him up, and slowly slapped his hand on the back of his hand a few times, "Okay, good, you believe in being a father, this is good, this is good." ” "Father, sister-in-law, she has been married to our Cheng family for nearly twenty years, and she has always been cautious and respectful, but why are you wary of her today?"
Cheng Muyou insisted on finding out the cause of Cheng Dexuan's dementia.
But Cheng Dexuan looked at him for a while, suddenly stood up from the chair, slowly paced to the window, and stared at the moonlight in the courtyard without moving.
Oh, he finally spoke, but what he said made Cheng Muyou puzzled.
"Maybe my father is really old, these days I always feel that my mind is sober and confused, and I don't remember many things clearly, so today, I misunderstood your sister-in-law."
Cheng Muyou hurriedly walked over, "Father, you didn't say that, you said" "Okay," Cheng Dexuan raised his hand to stop him, "I'm tired of my father, I want to rest early, you can go back to accompany Xun'er." ” "Father" Cheng Muyou was surprised in his heart, and wanted to say something more, but was pushed out of the door by Cheng Dexuan and closed the door in front of him.
Cheng Muyou stood at the door for a long time, until he saw that the oil lamp inside was extinguished, and then he walked out of the courtyard step by step, and walked towards his room with full of questions and puzzles.
Hearing his footsteps getting farther away, Cheng Dexuan slowly exhaled and put down a hanging heart, but in an instant, a sour feeling surged in his heart, rushing straight to his head, staining his vicissitudes of life with a layer of wetness.
Why is he reluctant to tell this young son who he has high hopes for what he has done, is he afraid that he will alienate himself, resent himself, and even look down on himself?
Cheng Dexuan has never had the slightest regret about what he has done, but today, when facing Cheng Muyou, he actually showed a little timidity, and because of this, he tossed and turned in bed all night, but he still failed to close his already sour eyes.
Early the next morning, Xun'er was sent to the door of Cheng Dexuan by Cheng Muyou and asked him to call his grandfather to get up.
Xun'er tapped on the door a few times and called her grandfather a few times, but she still didn't hear any movement inside the door.
So, he walked to the window, straightened his neck and looked inside: Cheng Dexuan was not in the room, and there was no figure of him on the bed, only a stack of bedding that had not yet been opened.
Xun'er grabbed her head, turned around and ran towards the outside of the courtyard, shouting, "Grandfather is gone, grandfather is gone."
Just when the Cheng family was anxious to find Cheng Dexuan in the streets and alleys, he was already on the way to Daxiangguo Temple, the sky was just bright, the morning fog had not yet dispersed, and the mountain road was difficult to walk, after he climbed for a while, he felt that his legs and feet were sore, and his mouth was dry, so he found a stone along the way and sat down, took out the water bladder he carried with him, and drank a few large mouthfuls of water.
There was a faint sound of footsteps in his ears, Cheng Dexuan looked for prestige, and saw two figures walking out of the mist one after the other, walking in the direction where he was resting.
Cheng Dexuan stared at the person walking behind for a while, then suddenly sighed, stood up, and bowed, "Prime Minister, why are you?"
How did you come to this temple so early in the morning?
” Zhao Zeping stopped, returned the salute with Shen Qing in front of him, and said, "Yesterday was busy with business, and I have time to worship my ancestors and parents in the future, so I went to Daxiangguo Temple early this morning and gave the deceased a stick of incense to show filial piety."
Speaking of this, he paused, "Master Cheng, could it be that you, like me, are you here to offer incense?"
It's just that why did you come here alone and not let people accompany you?
This mountain road is difficult to walk, and you are not young, in case there is a mistake, but how can it be good. ” At this point, he thought about it for a while, and his face showed a little surprise, "Lord Cheng came here alone, could it be that there are some things in the family that are inconvenient to explain to others?"
Or is it that the people in the family don't care about this matter, so they have to come alone?
” Seeing Cheng Dexuan's embarrassed expression, he stroked his long beard, thought for a while, and finally hesitated and asked, "If the old man didn't guess wrong, something strange must have happened to Master Cheng's family, so he had to turn to the gods and Buddhas, isn't that so?"
” Zhao Zeping has always been good at speculating on people's opinions, so he guessed and was not surprised, Cheng Dexuan was not surprised, he sighed, bowed lightly, and saluted, "The lower officials dare not deceive adults, there are indeed strange things at home recently, so I want to find the master of Daxiangguo Temple to take a look at the house to drive away evil spirits and avoid disasters." ” Zhao Zeping suddenly came to his senses, "Master Cheng, can you tell me about this." ” Cheng Dexuan couldn't refuse, so he had to tell Zhao Zeping about what had happened recently, but he naturally didn't tell the truth of the matter, only that Liu Ziqian seemed to be a different person, and even killed himself.
Hearing this, Zhao Zeping lowered his head and thought for a long time, then suddenly took two steps closer to him and whispered, "Master Cheng, have you ever heard of the art of disgust with victory?"
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