I suppressed the throbbing in my heart, turned to look at the books recorded on the bookshelf on both sides, but it was clear at a glance that there was no magical collection of them.

Fu Badai seemed to hear the sound of me flipping through the book and said, "What are you looking for?"

I turned around and looked at him and said softly: "Teacher, do you still remember that you brought a book called "Divine Effects Collection" from Xichuan. When I first came to Jixian Hall to Dianmao, you asked me to record that book."

He was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about it, and after a while, he said, "It seems that there is a book."

At this moment, my heart had already sank halfway.

He even had to think about the existence of this book before he could confirm the content of that book, but I was afraid that—

But no matter what, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I still can't give up, so I walked to the table and knelt down, looking at him with a burning look: "Then, do the teacher still remember the contents? Can you--"

He seemed to feel something: "Why, that book, are you useful?"

I bit my lower lip: "Yeah."

Fu Badai frowned slightly and didn't say anything. He just sighed after a while of silence and said slowly: "Although I have kept this book, I haven't read it, so I will leave it to you to record it that time."

“…”

For a moment, the entire library became quiet.

I sat there quietly without saying regret or crying. I just gritted my teeth and survived the sudden pain in my chest, the most painful moment.

Actually, I also know that good things have gone through. It is not easy to find the book so old. I have recorded it once and I don’t remember it. What’s more, Fu Badai is old, and now I know that he hasn’t even read it. In this case, I will be completely hopeless about this book.

Thinking of this, I gritted my teeth hard, but I still couldn't hold on, and the corners of my eyes turned slightly red.

Fu Badian sat quietly opposite me, motionless, and his bright eyes as clear as spring were also quiet. I knew he could not see anything, but at this moment, it seemed that everything had been known to him. He was silent for a while and said, "Is it of great use for you to take it?"

I nodded, and then realized that he couldn't see it, and said "um" in a dull voice.

"do not you remember?"

"I can't remember."

"Have you found it?"

"The teacher's here is already an isolated book."

“…”

He sighed lightly.

After a while, he raised his head, his clear eyes looked at me calmly, and said softly, "Your blessing shouldn't be so thin."

I smiled bitterly: "But I have never been comfortable."

"Probably, it's because of not enough practice."

He said lightly: "Maybe, when the blessing comes, someone will remember you."

“…”

I was stunned for a moment, looked up at his expressionless and old face, and didn't know whether his words were comforting me or what he meant, but it seemed that he didn't plan to say more. Instead, he took the book Zhuyou Thirteen, blew it carefully twice, then put it together, rubbed it, and put it on the bookshelf next to him.

Although he was careful in doing all this, when he put down the book and came to his senses, his knee hit a corner of the table, which almost fell down. I hurriedly rushed over and supported him: "Be careful, teacher!"

He stumbled and stood firm, thought for a while, and then smiled, "I'm old."

I looked up, looked at his snow-white hair, swallowed the soreness in my chest, and reluctantly smiled, "But the teacher is energetic, just like a boy."

He also laughed: "Yes, life has been a hundred years, fame, wealth and wealth, and it is empty in a blink of an eye, but the spirit is immortal."

"There are probably not many people in the world who can do this except teachers."

“There are not many.”

As I said, I helped him slowly around the table, and heard him sigh and said, "No one of the old students really understands it."

I was stunned.

I immediately realized what he was going to say, hurriedly cut off his words, and forced a smile: "So, we are students, and you are teachers."

Fu Badai was supported by me and sat down slowly, then said, "Are you particularly afraid that I would mention him?"

I lowered my head: "He has suffered enough."

"I know," he sighed softly, "He went to Jiangnan and went to Xichuan, and even went out of the sea. Perhaps, he had experienced some hardships."

"Some of them are no longer suffering." It is more like torture caused by fate.

"But this is what happens in this world, and you always get one after another, and you will plant what causes and what results will be borne."

I looked at him in pain: "So, when he burned Jixian Palace, would he have to go through such suffering in the future? As you said - I will not die well?"

He said lightly: "That's not what I said, it will be determined by heaven. I have said that what causes you sow and what results you will bear."

I gritted my teeth: "If this is true, he planted those causes for me. I am willing to bear such fruit for him. Even if he suffers the pain of burning his heart like this Jixian Palace, he will do whatever he wants!"

Fu Badai was slightly shocked, as if he wanted to look up at me, but he could not see anything. He shook his head: "You girl is exactly the same as your mother."

This time, I was shocked.

My mother...

In front of me, since I entered Beijing, Fu Badai has almost never mentioned her easily. Even if I inquired around in Xichuan and found everyone at that time, the information I received was not enough to piece together a real appearance of my mother. The person who was obviously my mother and gave me the body and life, suddenly became so illusory and so blurred in front of me, making me increasingly unsure of everything in front of me. But now, Fu Badai took the initiative to mention her.

I suppressed my heartbeat: "Teacher, do you still remember her?"

He smiled immediately.

"What do you think?"

"Then, what does the teacher remember her?"

"I can't remember what she did, her people..." He pondered for a while, then smiled and said, "Just like you."

I couldn't help but frown.

I finally heard him take the initiative to mention my mother, but when he turned around, he started to practice Tai Chi again. This feeling made me more and more powerless.

However, I don’t want to miss the opportunity anymore. After all, fewer and fewer people know about mothers. Even if some people know, as time goes by, they will gradually forget, and it is more likely that these people who know their mothers and those who know what she has done will slowly pass by with the years.

I asked, "When the teacher met my mother, it was when she married my father, right?"

He nodded calmly.

"Where was the teacher at that time? Is Xishan Academy?"

"Yes."

"Teaching?"

"At that time, Chabixingdu had not yet entered the academy, but there were many middle school students in the academy, more than now. Fortunately, Zhenyi was always taking care of me."

"oh……"

What he mentioned was the two students who are ranked first and third in Xishan Academy. I don’t know why he suddenly mentioned this. In fact, when I was traveling to Xishan, I was too young and had no memory of the students in the academy. I only had a little dealing with Xiao Yusheng and Xiao Wusheng a few days ago. He said, I don’t understand either.

So, I returned to my topic: "Is my father who sent a post to invite the teacher to watch the ceremony?"

He nodded: "Of course."

"Then, when did the teacher get to know her mother?"

Hearing me ask this, he was slightly shocked, and I smiled calmly: "The teacher and my father are old friends, but after that, it was my mother who often went to Xishan Academy, and it was my mother who helped the teacher hold the erudition conference. Later, my mother was kicked out of the Yan family and lived at the foot of Xishan Mountain. The teacher kept asking students to send things. Among them, it seemed that it had nothing to do with my father."

After hearing what I said, he seemed to suddenly realize it: "It's true."

“…”

As he said this, he laughed: "Indeed, your mother likes to come to the academy very much because she knows that I have hidden many ancient books."

I was stunned: "These books?"

"Yes," he nodded: "She seemed to care about these things very much. After a series of wars in the Central Plains, many cultures have disappeared. Many people fled to Xichuan to avoid disaster. Some of the ancient books they brought were wandering among the people, and some of them would be collected by the academy. The wife allocated tens of thousands of dollars to the academy for this purpose."

I asked, "Why did my mother care about this?"

Fu Badai smiled faintly: "If the granaries are full, you know etiquette. If ordinary people are well-fed and well-fed, they may care about their own collections, but they will never care about the decline of culture. Your mother can think of this, why do you think?"

My heart suddenly pounded.

I said, "What the teacher means is that mother is not an ordinary people?"

He smiled and said, "She is Mrs. Yan Nishikawa, so how could she be an ordinary person?"

...

No, no, this matter has nothing to do with Mrs. Nishikawa Yan's identity.

Even Xue Qian is now Mrs. Yan of Xichuan, and is also a powerful figure. She was not the daughter of ordinary people before she got married, but she never thought about this.

Thinking of this, I simply knelt beside him and said calmly and solemnly: "Teacher, I went back to Xichuan a few years ago and met many old friends from the past."

He nodded, not surprised, obviously already knew.

I continued, "I got it too, some of the things my mother left me back then."

"Oh? What did she leave for you?"

"..." I thought about it, and without saying that "map", I said, "She left a jade plaque."
To be continued...