The fire twisters in the lamp jumped, illuminating the small house, with gray and cracks intertwined, the decorations in the house were simple, with a table and two chairs, and there were moss spreading in the corners... but there were no overgrown weeds. It was obvious that people were taking care of each other, but they were not living in the house. There was no popularity in the house that was dilapidated and unstoppable.

The frightened spider web trembled under the firelight, and the young man Qin Mei glanced at him in disgust.

"It's so dirty here," he said, "how do you live in it."

I looked at the house and looked at the chairs, and the chairs were covered with thick dust.

"I won't clean the house for you. I won't do whatever others like."

He sat down on the ground and looked at the clay pot on the table. The fire shone on his beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and there was no sign of joy or anger or any emotional ups and downs.

"I have to come back here. What's the good thing about it? People die and they are the same. Wherever they are, no one can see you, you are still a lonely soul."

The boy looked down at his knees.

"I won't accompany you from now on, and you won't see me. Our master and apprentice are here. If you forget me, I will forget you too. It's useless to remember."

It seems disdainful and angry, but no matter whether it is angry or disdainful, the sound is generally crisp and pleasant.

"I won't care about your beating me before. You can also let go of the matter of bullying you before. Anyway, that's it, and we can't see anyone."

The boy looked up at the table. The pottery was dark with the fire. Qin Mei raised her hand and compared it to the pottery...

"So young... sir, you are so thin. After you burned it, you are just a little ashes... I have no momentum to live, and I have no death... You are so cowardly in your life..."

The boy didn't say anything anymore. His two fingers were pulled apart, closer and closer than before. Through the distance between the two narrow fingers, he watched the pot grow far and closer and smaller. It seemed that this was a very fun game. He enjoyed it and was numb and lonely...

"A person ends up being just the size of two fingers..."

A crisp voice murmured, and suddenly stopped when he said this, and his two fingers stopped in front of him.

"Two fingers!"

Qin Mei frowned, and the two fingers in front of her changed from horizontal to vertical... Bah, he spat heavily, his beautiful face lit up like a bonfire.

"Xue Qing!"

He half-kneeled, holding the table and looking at the clay pot.

"Sir, I will definitely not let this guy named Xue Qing go. I don't think you'll be bullied if you're bullied."

The table was suddenly shaken by his hands and made a creaking sound, and the pottery jar swung. The boy's hand did not leave, but instead used some force on purpose. The table creaked and could not bear the breaking and scattering...

The clay jar fell into his hands, and the crisp laughter of a boy sounded from the room.

"You're scared... Now you know what it felt like to throw me off the dunes... I'm very scared."

The laughter dissipates and the crisp sound is low.

"I'm very scared."

The boy half-kneeled between the broken table lowered his head and slowly hugged the clay pot in his hand in his arms. The man also curled up. The fire twister in the oil lamp jumped twice at this time and extinguished it. The room was suddenly flooded by the night.

"But that was before...I don't have anything to be scared now...You are dead too...What's scary about me alone..."

......

......

"His father, I heard that there is a voice from the Xu Hou family."

The woman sat up from the bed, her voice trembling slightly.

"Yes or no...."

I dare not call it a ghost in the middle of the night.

The half-sleeping man hummed twice: "Hou Xu... How dare he come out to scare people? He always hides from others when he is alive."

The woman hugged the corner of the quilt and murmured in a daze: "Yes, otherwise she wouldn't have even married her wife. Obviously, so many families are rushing to marry her daughter to him, and so many young ladies who are good at studying and reading come to serve her as a disciple... As a result, he was so scared that he got into the mountains and didn't dare to go home."

Thinking of the situation at that time, the woman chuckled, laughed and sighed.

"...How come such a person is gone so silently?"

Looking up at the dark ink outside the window, there seemed to be a whisper that seemed to be crying and laughing.

"Or, you're just a thief?"

The woman poked the man again.

The man said impatiently, "What's there to steal there..." But he was woken up by the woman and turned over and said, "I went to see it early in the morning. Even if the tables and chairs are broken, don't steal them. Back then, he took care of the people in our village and gave them whatever they want to borrow money and goods... If you can't help him, please take care of him."

The woman nodded and then lay down and muttered a few times and fell asleep.

It was dawn, and the man was indeed carrying a ladder out as he said, and laying it on the low wall of Xu Hou's house. Some early villagers greeted him when they saw it.

"Look at whether the house in Xu Hou's house is leaking." The man said.

The villagers stopped and helped him pass the ladder and watched the man turn in. Soon, they could hear the oh-sounding sound inside.

"What's wrong?" the villager asked hurriedly.

A man's voice came from inside: "The table is broken."

The villagers yelled through the wall: "It should have been broken long ago. You have piled it up...what else?"

The man responded, stood in the room and looked at the scattered tables, muttered as the old ones were broken, and piled up the broken tables in the corner, and then looked inside the room. The morning light came in and it was clear and dark, and the ground was deep and shallow, as if footprints were floating... The man couldn't help but stare at it, and it didn't look like it again...

The man breathed a sigh of relief, he was dazzled, the table was broken and fell and splashed with dust. The old house was low and dilapidated and silent, and the man walked towards the inner room again and looked inside.

The inner room is simpler. A bed, spider webs are covered with tents, and the gaps on the ground are covered with moss... The moss beside the bed seems to be bulging... The man walked in and saw that the blue brick was indeed different from other things, but it was only a little taller, and there was nothing else.

"It's time to crack and turn it up." The man muttered. There was no way to fix it. If there was no one staying there, it would have to do so sooner or later. He shook his head and walked out.

"It's okay, it's pretty good, there's no leak."

The man flipped out of the wall.

The villagers also sighed and said with relief, "Will you go to the city today? I took some mountain goods to sell."

The man nodded: "I'm going to go, I've saved a lot of eggs and changed some oil."

The two of them left as they talked about the firewood, rice, oil and salt. The village was gradually noisy with the crowing of roosters and cattle.

The capital and the imperial city have also awakened, and teams of officials of various official robes on the street are walking in a row. Because they have not arrived at the main hall yet, everyone is behaving casually, and they are also holding the hot buns purchased under the imperial corridor while walking... The three meals a day are not about food, rice, oil and salt.

"Yesterday's court meeting was not going well..."

"Your Majesty actually said the transfer of several officials and then discussed it."

“...I don’t know who it is to discuss again.”

"...Who can you? Lord Qu was very positive yesterday..."

"...Captain Chen met His Majesty alone when he was in the imperial tomb..."

Here we were talking quietly, and the officials in the marching team were both dull and happy, but more solemn and gloomy.

At this time, in the imperial city, Song Yuan, wearing a red robe, walked towards a palace with a happy expression, and two red robe officials were following him.

"What did you say about that? Give me a peach and I will give him a pear... Lord Qu helped me on the gentleman's trial. Now I will say a few words to him. I'm a good brother." Song Yuan said, "Sir Wang is the same. As for how angry he is?"

An official said with a blank expression: "Mr. Song stops his words and does things well, and he says more mistakes."

Song Yuan was not angry because of his attitude, but instead said sincerely: "I don't know anything, I'll say less, I'll agree with whatever you say... Will the prince go to court today?" He looked up and looked forward. There was the emperor's bedroom there.

The emperor began to go to school. In addition to the few gentlemen he hired, Qin Tan Gong also taught the emperor himself. Of course, he was not in front of others. Because it was not in accordance with the rules, the civil officials would not agree. Therefore, Qin Tan Guild gave some guidance to the emperor when he had time sooner or later.

Song Yuan looked forward and babbled.

"Who is that person?"

A man was walking in front of the palace in front of him, wrapped in a black cloak, revealing the corner of his white robe and clothes inside as he walked, and his back was wide and fluttering.

It was not an official robe, nor an imperial guard, nor a eunuch... It was so strange. There were not many people who could walk so easily and casually in the palace. The direction he was going was the emperor's bedroom.

Song Yuan curiously accelerated his pace to keep up... The officials on the side reached out to stop him.

"Don't go." He said.

Song Yuan said: "Why?"

Why did he talk so much? The official looked at him and said, "The man has... a guest."

Guest? Song Yuan did not see the official's expression and became even more curious: "What guest? Where did the guest come from? It looks like he is not very old..."

The official frowned and said, "Don't ask." He probably felt that this attitude was a bit too much, and he paused and added, "You will know in the future."

Song Yuan laughed and responded, squinted his eyes at the back of the black cloak.

"It must be a big shot." He said, "Then we don't bother the prince."

No one dared to disturb the walking figure. He walked slowly in the palace hall. The palace maids and eunuchs who were patrolling the palace during the inspection seemed to have disappeared. He seemed to be the only one in the entire palace. There was no one on the road, and there were people in the palace.

He approached a palace and stood in front of the palace gate. The palace gate was wide open, and the morning light fell into it. Two people sat in front of a few tables in the palace.

The child in a dragon robe lowered his head and wrote. Although his eyes were sleepy, he did not dare to slack off.

The man in a red robe had wide shoulders and a calm face, and a focused child lifted his pen to write.

"It's not right here." He suddenly said, raising his hand to wrap his hand around the Chichiko, holding the pen in his hand, "Write like this..."

The pen shakes the words on the paper and falls one by one.
To be continued...