Postscript 1:

On this day, a carriage and seven or eight entourages came slowly along the broken post road that had been disrepaired, from north to south.

This place sandwiched between the Jianghuai River has been a battlefield of war for many years due to the confrontation between the north and the south. It was once a scene of white bones exposed to the wilderness and no rooster crowing thousands of miles away. Although the war is still calm, the road is still deserted. As we head south, we often walk for several days without seeing Yiyan Village. Until recently, we gradually approach the north bank of the Yangtze River, which has gradually stabilized, people have been reappeared, and some traces of business and travelers can be seen on the road.

At noon, the group of people stopped when they passed by an unknown village store.

There is a tea shed for passers-by to rest on the road. The shed is made of thatched bamboo fences. There are a few shabby mats under the shed. There are already several passers-by. There are seven or eight local villagers who gather to rest from nearby farmlands. A pair of white-headed women are busy cooking tea for guests. Although the land is simple, it is cool and clean. The middle-aged Qing Qu man wearing a hat and dressed as an ordinary passerby looked at the sun and whispered to the people in the carriage. The carriage door opened and a middle-aged woman holding a child came down from the carriage.

The woman was dressed in plain clothes and dressed in a veal, but her appearance was very beautiful. After being helped off the carriage by the man who was supposed to be her husband, the man carried a pretty boy. The three of them entered with their entourage behind them and took an empty seat to sit down.

Weng said that when he saw so many people coming, he was very happy and entertained diligently. The villagers at the shed were talking a lot, but suddenly they saw the group of people coming. Although they were ordinary clothes, not to mention that the three family who seemed to be the master looked extraordinary, even the entourage was not bad, and they dared not speak loudly anymore. They bowed their heads and ate the food they brought in the morning and looked at them quietly.

The woman was elegant in manners. After sitting down, she took a sack and carefully wiped the sweat from the child's forehead. Seeing him eating coarse grain bread with big mouthfuls, she was obviously very hungry. She blew a cool cold of a new cup of hot tea in front of her, and tried the warmth again. Before she handed it to the child, she looked at him with a full motherly kindness.

The man took off his hat on his head, held it in his hand, and temporarily acted as a fan. While fanning the mother and son beside him, he took the initiative to chat with people nearby, asking about the place name of the village and the number of households today.

When everyone saw him smiling, they were very kind, gradually eliminated their initial vigilance and fear, and rushed to answer. One person said, "This place is called Liu Jiaji. If you go there, you will enter Jiujiang County. Now there are hundreds of families here, all of which have been returning to the peace of Jiangbei in the past two years. The abandoned land has been planted slowly."

The rest of them agreed.

The man asked about the harvest. He learned that there was a little surplus of food last year except for the past two years, so he nodded. At this time, an old man sighed: "Although that's the case, compared with the thousands of households in the early years, there are only one ten households left. I fled when I was young, and now I am back home in my old age. How many people are there in my old age?

Everyone was touched with sad things by his words, and sighed, saying and saying, scrambling Hu Liao to poison the numerous crimes committed by Zhongyuan.

Another person said: "Since the former court in the south had a Gao Xianggong, who was also a good official for the country and the people. Unfortunately, he failed to accomplish the Northern Expedition that everyone hoped for. Without Gao Xianggong, fortunately, a Sima Li was born again. I had no way out a few years ago, so I went to Yicheng and the whole family, and then I survived by chance. Now I have settled down there, but I heard that it is peaceful here and I have come back. I hope that from now on, there will be no war, and I will ask my family to live in the countryside. If I die, I will be satisfied."

"Liu San'er, don't you know yet? The Grand Sima is not the Grand Sima anymore! He is the emperor sent by God. He has the White Tiger Body. I heard that he will become the emperor! When Li Da Sima becomes the emperor of our world, our good days will really come!"

The boy was hungry at first, and the villagers spoke with an accent, so he didn't understand it very much, so he didn't pay attention. When he heard the people constantly mention Gao Gong and Li Da Sima, he glanced at his father, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at his mother, and said happily: "My mother! I understand! Are Gao Gong and Li Da Sima the ones they said were mine..."

The woman hurriedly reached out, covered the boy's mouth, and shook her head at him. Seeing him looking at him in confusion, she lowered her head to his ear and said, "Xiao Qi is right. The Gao Gong they are talking about is your Aye, Li Da Sima, and Xiao Qi's brother-in-law. But you forgot, how did Ah Mom teach you before?"

The boy hurriedly glanced around him quietly. Fortunately, those people were excited and no one noticed the words they blurted out just now. They were a little embarrassed and also leaned into their mother's ears and whispered: "It is not easy to mention my relationship with my brother-in-law in front of outsiders, I remember it."

The woman nodded with a smile.

"My grandma, are we about to get home? I have grown up so old, and I have never seen my sister and brother-in-law, nor have I seen the Yangtze River that my grandma told me. I wish I could get there sooner."

"I want to see my sister and the others. Also, I want to see what the Yangtze River is like."

He paused for a moment and said solemnly.

The woman was Xiao Yongjia, who took Xiao Qi and was on her way back south with Gao Qiao. She had just passed by here. Thinking of the long-distance bus, she got down to take a break. Unexpectedly, she heard his wish from Xiao Qi. Seeing his childish look on his face, looking at his pure eyes, full of yearning and expectation, she couldn't help but think of the days when she was imprisoned. In order to relieve loneliness, she described to him over and over the days that divided the magnificent scene of the Yangtze River flowing through Jiankang from north to south, and couldn't help but feel infinitely in her heart.

She raised her hand, gently stroked her son's head, and said softly: "Sister and the others are also looking forward to seeing Xiaoqi. We can walk like this for a few more days and we will soon be able to reach the Yangtze River."

Xiaoqi's eyes shone and nodded happily.

As he and his son whispered, the atmosphere in the teahouse became warmer because of the topic just now. Everyone turned to the vendors and said that they were walking around, there might be new news recently. One of the vendors said: "You ask me, it's the right person. A few days ago, we went to Jiankang, and no one knew the news over there better than me."

Xiao Yongjia listened carefully.

The vendor began to tell the news he heard a few days ago.

When Li Mu entered Jiankang, the whole city was so lively and the people were so excited.

How did the officials who survived the disaster in the Yu Dynasty bow down and go out to greet them?

How did an unexpected fire in the palace that night alarm the entire Jiankang city? The next day, the news spread that the Empress Dowager was burned to death in the palace.

The man had been selling goods everywhere for many years, his mouth was natural and smooth, and he spoke vividly, just as everything was seen with his own eyes. Everyone in the teahouse was even more enchanted. Following his description, he was either yearning for it or despising or mocking him. After hearing the empress dowager died in the night fire in the palace and was briefly silent, someone muttered softly, "It must be that the sky fire was the one who won the people." Then he was excited and surrounded the vendor, wanting to ask more about the new dynasty.

Although Xiao Yongjia had long been optimistic about Li Mu ascending the throne, in the correspondence with his daughter, her daughter had also expressed this matter to herself in a respectful tone. She had been mentally prepared. But it was only then that she learned about these recent situations through the vendor's mouth, especially Gao Yongrong's death, which surprised her. She was mixed up for a moment and was stunned for a moment. She looked at her husband. Seeing that the smile on his face gradually disappeared, her eyes were solemn, as if she was thinking. Before she could speak, she sat down for a while, leaving tea and water for the pair of monks, and the group stood up and left.

She returned to the carriage, watched her husband carry Xiaoqi back into the carriage, turned toward her, reached out to help her, quietly held his palm, and whispered: "Can you still not let go of the past?"

Gao Qiao was stunned, looked at his wife for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Li Mu completed what I failed to do back then. Now I have taken you and Xiaoqi back. All my wishes are worthy. What else can I not let go of them? I just were touched by the words of the villagers, and recalled the past of the previous half of my life, and I felt a moment of emotion in my heart."

Xiao Yongjia knew that the significance of the Dayu Dynasty to her husband was, to some extent, even more ties than himself. When he saw his expression, he was a little worried, but when he heard his laughter was refreshing and had no insincere words, he felt relieved and smiled and said, "That's great. Let's go on the road."

Xiao Yongjia got on the carriage, and a moment later, he suddenly heard the voice of the child beside him ask: "My grandma, when I see my sister, where are we going in the future?"

She hugged her son in her arms and smiled and said, "Our family will not be separated from each other in the future. Aye and Ah Niang will take you back home, grow vegetables and flowers, Aye will teach you how to write and practice martial arts. When you grow up, you will also be a true man, okay?"

Xiaoqi's eyes flashed with light and he nodded vigorously.

The road gradually became flattering, and the carriage galloped towards the direction of the forward.

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Postscript 2:

Jiankang.

The two doors of the Lu family’s old house were painted with black paint. Under the sunlight, the facade looked shiny and tall, as if overnight, it had regained the glory and style that had been there before in the past. But when you got closer, it was not difficult to find that the two stone lions at the door that had been squatting for many years still had dents left by the rebels when they entered the door and robbed with swords and axes. The ears of one stone lion were also incomplete. Against the backdrop of the two new and dazzling doors behind him, the aura of decline that was once a wealthy family was blowing wind and rain, and the grand scene was endless, and instead became more and more omnipresent.

Lu Jian walked up the stone steps and entered the gate. He walked through the hall that was so empty that he could clearly hear his footsteps. He looked at the servants who hurried out to greet him when he heard the news. The scene of the Lu family being in full swing when he was a boy appeared in front of him.

At that time, flowers were blooming, and this hall was filled with visitors from morning to night every day.

Now most of the former slaves of the Lu family have dispersed, either fled alone or sent out, and the few remaining in front of them are all old people.

He smiled and nodded to the old servants who knelt down to him with excitement and tears in his eyes. Then he walked through the courtyard that had not been taken care of for a long time and returned to his former residence, and pushed open the old door of the study room with a broken spider silk cloth, which was covered with eaves.

The sky gradually darkened, and he sat alone in front of the desk.

A setting sun shone through the open doors and windows, and shone out on the desk. A request he had just written.

Tomorrow is the day of the founding ceremony of the Dacheng Dynasty.

A new unified dynasty that ended the troubled times was born.

Lu Jianzhi knew that Li Mu, who ascended the throne and became emperor, would be a wise lord. The land full of scars would slowly regain vitality, and people in the world would start to live a stable life from now on.

Just a few days ago, there were rumors that Li Mu decided to adopt a separate examination system without limiting his family background to completely replace the official recommendation system that has been passed down for hundreds of years.

When the news came out, all the children of the gentry were sad, and in contrast to their reactions, were singing, carnival and running around the streets.

With the end of the old dynasty, all the romantic and glory of the past is like the two doors of Lu's house. Even if they are painted again, it will be impossible to restore the brilliance that once existed in the past.

And for Lu Jianzhi, there is nothing worth nostalgic about.

He sat alone in the dusk for a long time, turned his eyes to the corner of the room, looked at it for a moment, got up and walked over, slowly opened the dusty zither box, and subconsciously plucked the strings with his fingers a few times.

The strings did not flow out the tune they should have - because they had not been tuned for a long time, the strings were loose, and the tunes they emitted were low and dull, so he needed to tighten the strings again.

He was dazed for a moment, and finally remembered that this seemed to be the tune he had played a long time ago with her flute sounds in the wall by the stream.

He didn't move, and when his fingers were stuck on the strings, a noise suddenly came from the partition wall.

He walked over.

It was his younger brother Lu Huanzhi who had an argument with his old servant.

In a few days, the mansion will change ownership, and he will take Lu Huanzhi away from here. The old servant who has been taking care of Lu Huanzhi is cleaning up the house. I don’t know what he has moved, which has caused Lu Huanzhi to be unhappy. After a quarrel, he held the paper in his hand tightly and cried loudly, feeling sad and aggrieved like a child.

After lying for a few years, he woke up, he became like this now, confused and speechless. The old servant was used to it. He coaxed him in a low voice. Seeing Lu Jianzhi coming, he came over to complain and said in a whisper: "Young Master, look at it, it's just a piece of broken paper. The old slave just cleaned up the house and moved accidentally. The second master said I wanted to take it away, and kept making trouble. He also said that he would not recognize the old slave and insisted on driving the old slave away."

He sighed, his face full of helplessness.

After Lu Huanzhi woke up, many people couldn't recognize him. Fortunately, Lu Jianzhi went to coax him.

Seeing that his brother came, Lu Huanzhi's mood calmed down a little. Lu Jianzhi asked him why the paper was in his hand. Lu Huanzhi looked around and then carefully handed the paper over and said vaguely: "Brother, look, this is a letter Ami wrote to me in the past. She also likes me. I want to keep it for good and must not lose it. If one day, she remembers me and wants to come to me, what should she do if I can't bring out this letter?"

Lu Jianzhi only glanced at him and was stunned.

It was a title page torn off from the piano score, with a few lines of handwriting on the porcelain green and pink paper.

It was a long time ago, when he left Jiankang for the first time to go to Jiaozhou. He was unable to afford to get sick. She sent him a piano score and told him that most of the people who are not satisfied with the world will be happy and will be able to enjoy the vast sky everywhere.

He once cared for the piano score, but later he was stolen by his younger brother Lu Huanzhi, and then he had nowhere to go.

He guessed that it might have disappeared forever, just like that cloud-like past, the past has disappeared without trace, but he did not expect that today I would see this incomplete title page again.

He came to his senses, smiled, and patiently coaxed Lu Huanzhi until he wiped away his tears and burst into tears to make a smile.

Night gradually fell and it was late.

The unburned candlelight in the study room fell into pitch black.

A faint white moonlight shone in from the open doors and windows, illuminating a blurry outline of the paper on the desk.

Lu Jianzhi finally got up, came to the piano again, touched the black, and slowly fumbled the strings with his fingers, and finally adjusted the strings.

He sat behind the piano, stopped with his hands on the strings, and the song that had come with the title page came out from his fingers like flowing water.

The song ends, and the sound is endless.

He sat silently in the dark for a long time, finally got up, returned to the desk, lit the candlestick, put the paper close to the flame, and lit the fire.

The flames burned the paper, and as the paper rolled up, slowly swallowing upwards, illuminating Lu Jianzhi's face.

He looked at the words that gradually disappeared in the fire, and the light and shadow of a pair of flames were pounding in his eyes.

He had already thought about it. After the new dynasty was established, he submitted a memorial, hoping to go to Jiaozhou again and become the prefect there.

When he left, he had never felt reluctant to leave, nor had he ever thought that one day he would want to return.

Looking back now, he seemed to miss the hill where he often climbed alone with his piano after the prefect's mansion.

Everyone has their own way back.
To be continued...