A scholar named Liu... went to Beijing... the father of three children...

There was a buzzing sound in my mind, and all my thoughts were confused.?                                                                                                                     

In fact, in addition to me and my sister, there is also a three sons in the family... My father was poor and poor... and entrusted his third brother to an old couple...

Liu Saner was also entrusted by his father to Aunt Liu and the others. Could it be that Liu Saner was the child of Lord Liu Shizhou and the younger brother of Liu Yi and Liu Zhaoyi?!

I asked with some trembling words: "Auntie, do you still remember the name of the scholar named Liu?"

"No, I don't remember very much. I only remember that he has a son and a daughter. His eldest son is very smart and has a good birth. His second daughter is especially beautiful. At first glance, he shows that he will be blessed in the future." Aunt Liu said lightly, without mentioning it.

"Then, his father entrusts Liu San'er to you. Did you say anything?"

"When his father left, he also gave us some money to treat him well. Later, when San'er grew up, we used that money to send him to a private school. Seeing that his father was a scholar, we couldn't bear to let this child be like us, not knowing a big word, and keeping his eyes blind all his life."

“…”

"San'er is very smart and very attentive in school. He is the one of his husband's favorites in that private school. Unfortunately, he couldn't finish his studies. His family was too poor, so he didn't say much. He followed his father to go to the river to learn fishing. After he grew up, he went to Yangzhou City to find a job and earned money to supplement our family income."

"Then," I hesitated for a moment and said, "Brother Liu, does he know about this?"

Aunt Liu laughed weakly: "When the child is grown, how can you not say it? That is his own life experience. I have told him a long time ago, but this child is filial and does not rush to find his own father. I just said that we will raise him, and we will be his biological parents, and we must serve us until we grow up."

She said, and smiled with relief: "San'er is so kind, she will definitely take good care of you and this child."

I was so shocked that I forgot about my own affairs. All I thought about in my mind was Liu Saner. If I was right, then he - he is Liu Shizhou's child and Liu Zhaoyi's younger brother! Unexpectedly, there was such a coincidence in this world. Before his death, Liu Yi was obsessed with his younger brother. He and his father devoted their lives to the southerners for the death of their lives, and it was also to make this relative who left behind better.

Now, I actually met him!

Feeling my fingertips trembling, Aunt Liu thought I was still worried, and then said softly: "Child, it's not that Auntie says something evil. No one of us women wants to encounter such a thing, but since we are born, we don't want to slander ourselves. God doesn't feel sorry for you, you love yourself!"

"..." I looked at her silently.

"Looking for a man who loves me and marry him peacefully for the rest of his life is better than always suffering from me?"

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Aunt Liu said a lot today, which was more than what I said in the last month of living in her house. Later, I was a little breathless. I hurriedly took care of her and lie down to rest. It was getting late at this time.

With the orange light of the setting sun, I walked to the table in the middle of the house and slowly opened the bag I got back from the embroidery workshop today.

I have taken very few jobs today, only one, but the wages are more than before.

I took out the white sweat towel, sorted out the embroidery thread, and after thinking about it, I started embroidery. After stitches, I slowly appeared on the snow-white sweat towel. Because I used needles, the leaves looked particularly vivid, and the red color of the maple leaves gradually became dense, and when it reached the tip of the maple leaves, there was a little orange red.

Maple leaves are extremely beautiful, better than flowers, but such beauty only appears in the bleak autumn.

The red maple once a year has turned white for so many people.

I finished embroidering a bunch of maple leaves, looked carefully for a while, but didn't put it away. Instead, I twisted up a thread and embroidered a row of small poems next to the maple leaves-

Qiu Feng is the most indifferent to other people's business, and he is red with maple leaves and white heads.

After the last stitch, the sky was getting dark. I raised my head and looked out the door. The sunset had already set. The sky in the distance was still a little red, and insects were ringing around me. At this time, fish shouldn't be caught. Why haven't Liu San'er come back yet?

I was a little worried that the fishing ban had not been resolved yet. He went to the river to catch fish in this way, and it would be bad if something happened.

So, I put down the needlework in my hand and went out to find him.

Not far outside Jixiang Village is a big river. The rippling waves are constantly trembling with the wind, as if the broken moonlight is breathtakingly beautiful. After being here for so long, it seems that this is the first time I came out at night. I listened to the gurgling water not far away. As soon as I walked a small path, my skirt caressed the grass, and I heard the sound of the rippling under my feet. As soon as I lowered my head, I saw countless fireflies rising from the grass and dancing in the night sky.

What a beautiful scenery!

I couldn't help but feel a little confused, and with the faint moonlight, I saw Liu Saner squatting there at the other end of the path, with a fish basket half soaked in the water beside me.

What is he doing?

I walked over carefully and shouted, "Liu Saner?"

When he heard my voice, he bounced from the ground, turned around and looked at me, and said in surprise: "Why did you come out?"

"You haven't returned so late yet, I'm worried about you."

"I'm here to touch the fish. But you, how could you come out so late? What if you can't see it and fall?"

As he said that, he reached out to support me with one hand and wanted to help me back. When I noticed that his other hand was still behind him, I was confused in my heart, so I leaned over and looked: "What are you hiding?"

"No, nothing."

"Nothing is shown to me."

"Don't look--"

He hurriedly dodged, but I saw at a glance the place where he was squatting just now, and he drew many words on the ground with small branches.

"You're-"

When he saw that he could not hide it, he sighed and took out the hand awkwardly. It turned out to be a somewhat broken book, looking like an ancient book.

I couldn't help but feel silence: "You, are you reading a book?"

"Um."

"For, why?"

He glanced at me, scratched the back of his head as if he was a little embarrassed, and said, "I see you wrote a letter and wrote an obituary for someone, and it was written very well...so--"

The more he spoke, the more awkward he felt, with an expression of embarrassment on his face, and I immediately understood.

"Didn't you go to a private school too?"

"I almost forgot all the things I learned before..."

I couldn't help but smile: "So come out to study secretly at night?"

The more embarrassed he was: "I asked the old scholar to buy his paper and pen at home. There were still some books left by his family. Anyway, his children were useless. If they had to burn them, I might as well read it." As he said, muttering, "I only sold a bundle of them for five yuan."

Seeing him like that, he seemed to be quite unfair to those books. I held back my smile and reached out and said, "Let me see, what book are you reading."

He handed me the book and looked at it through the faint moonlight. It turned out to be an ancient poem.

I smiled and said, "How many times have you read?"

He shook his head: "It's too difficult to understand without a sir."

By the way, I forgot that he had just finished studying in a private school. The foundation was laid, but he had not had time to learn these things.

However, looking at the words with a bit of character on the ground made me a little stunned. It was really difficult to learn this way, and it would take more than others, but he didn't tell me at all, just learned it alone.

In my life, I have met many outstanding people, but very few of them have strong spiritual power.

This young man in front of me who could not afford to eat is one of them!

For some reason, I felt my eyes a little hot, so I hurriedly walked behind him like a cover-up, picked up the small wooden stick, and said, "Do you want to learn? I'll write it for you."

After saying that, I wrote two rows of words on the river beach.

Although Liu Saner had been learning to write behind her back, no one taught her and made very slow progress. Looking at what I wrote, it was also in vague: "The most... is the autumn wind... meddling in other people's business, red him... maple leaves... white heads?" He finished reading intermittently, and he frowned and thought for a while, but still asked me: "Liangying, what do these two lines of poetry mean?"

"The most is Qiu Feng indifferent to his business, and his maple leaves are red and his white heads are red." I thought softly, and when I met his eyes, in such a dark night, it was as bright as two obsidians, which made people feel a little indifferent.

At this time, my eyes fell on his arm again. The wound had healed, leaving a hideous scar. Just looking at the scar, I could also feel how painful it was when he was injured.

And I will not forget why he chose to be injured.

Thinking of this, I smiled, looked up and said to him, "You should not learn these two sentences. I will teach you another poem."

After saying that, before he could ask, I had already pulled up on the ground again. He stood beside me and silently said: "I feel the cold and cut the wind, the apricot blossoms are falling in the snow and the peach blossoms are red. I put on the swing cables in the late night, and the pavilions are in the hazy drizzle."

After reading it, he frowned again: "This poem..."

"how?"

He was silent for a moment, and saw me slowly stand up and look at him, and smiled: "It's pretty."

“…”

Of course I know what he means.

Even though he didn't learn much, he could still tell whether he had been in a private school for so many years. This poem is indeed beautiful, but there is really nothing more to say about just writing about some romantic, snowy, and bright spring scenery.

He thought for a while and said, "I still like the first one you wrote."

I smiled faintly and said, "But you better not like it too much."

"Why?"

"Because," I said softly: "The more you learn, the more you think; the more you think, the more you have to do; the more you do, the more you are wrong; the more you are wrong, the more you suffer."

He looked at my pale face under the night, as if he understood something, and seemed to have more doubts.

"Many times, people end up suffering because they meddled with other people's business. Isn't it great if they don't want to be so many and just be themselves simply?"

After saying that, I smiled at him and signaled him to go home.

But just as I turned around, I heard him slowly say behind me: "I don't think this is the case."

"…?" I turned around and looked at him.

He stood there with his thick eyebrows frowned, thinking hard, and said with difficulty: "Sometimes, although it is nothing, you should do it. As long as you can help others and help more people, what are you afraid of if you suffer a little?"

I looked at him blankly, and he smiled at me silly: "It's not a bad thing to be able to help others."

His smile was so stupid that he stood in the night, his strong and tall body seemed so solid and reliable, but I seemed to suddenly see another person, thin and sick - Lord Liu Yi, who was wholeheartedly injured by the people in the south by the assassin, and he still did not change his original intention before his death. Although he was terminally ill, his spirit was still like a giant standing in the south!
To be continued...