"Twenty years have passed, and I still think it was something that happened a few days ago. Xiaoyun was still a child who was still a child. He was so silly in my arms that he couldn't even say clearly."

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Turning over two not-high foothills, walking on the path opened by the villagers near the ridge, from afar, I vaguely saw a city with a thin mountain fog standing outside. There were vendors and travelers walking by at the foot of the mountain from time to time.

Lu Liangsheng led the old donkey slowly down the mud steps that were smashed out. The yellow mud on both sides were vegetables grown by mountain people. There were farmers working nearby in the fields. He watched a man and a woman lead the old donkey coming out of the mountain and looked at it with a hoe. He thought that the young man in the city took his female companion out of the city for an outing, so he reminded him and guided him to walk to the small path closer to the mountain.

There are also many simple people in the mountains, which are comfortable.

On this side, Lu Liangsheng bowed to the other party and thanked him, let out the old donkey and followed him, pulling Hong Lian to walk forward.

"......There is Hegu County ahead. Think about how many years old Mr. Zhou has passed away. I don't know if the house is still there, or it may be sold to other families in the city. Zhou Rong is married in the long run. Mr. Zhou's two sons are now serving as officials in the north and rarely come back. Since I have passed by here, Hong Lian will accompany me to bring incense sticks to his old man."

After going down the mountain, he walked along the road outside the nearby village. While walking, Lu Liangsheng looked at the gradually approaching city, and talked about the past. If it were not for the great clerk Zhou Yong, the school entrance exam and the juren level, it would have been three years later. Many things would have changed. He would not have gone to Beijing so early, would not have seen Pudu Cihang, and would not have saved Chen Jing... etc.

When you approach the city, the city gate is like a bustling city, noisy and lively.

The city wall is tall and stretches out on both sides. The walls are gone without the traces of swords and arrows from the turmoil of that year. It should have been repaired later, and the rough lines left by the mottled wind and rain over the years.

After entering the city, he passed through the disturbing crowds and followed the familiar path to the quiet and quaint courtyard wall. The door of the mansion stood there, and the plaque with the words "Zhou Mansion" was still hung. The lanterns hanging on both sides were covered with dust. There were many leaves accumulated in front of the lacquered gate. Lu Liangsheng walked up the stone steps with weeds and gently buckled the copper ring on the mansion gate.

There was no movement inside for a while.

"Young Master, isn't anyone living there anymore?" Hong Lian wanted to lean out and crawl in and take a look, but was blocked by Lu Liangsheng. At this time, a sudden sound of a wooden plug pulsing sounded behind the door.

With a squeak, the lacquer red door slightly opened a gap, revealing an old man's face, looking at the handsome scholar outside in confusion and the pretty woman standing beside him.

"Two, what's the matter?"

The old man was probably the old servant who left behind the mansion to guard the empty courtyard. After all, it would be a pity to resell such a large house or abandon it. He left someone to take care of it. In the future, the two sons of Mr. Zhou resigned from his post and retired, which could be considered as returning to his ancestral home.

Lu Liangsheng thought, and raised his hand politely: "Brother-in-law, come from Chang'an, and want to put incense on Mr. Zhou's spiritual throne, don't you know if it's okay?"

The scholar spoke gently and politely, and brought a woman by his side. No matter how he looked, he was not a villain. He heard that it was from Chang'an. The old servant hesitated for a moment and opened the door. After all, the master's family had passed away for many years, and the house deeds and valuable things in the mansion had been moved away or sold. Even if someone wanted to steal things, he would not be able to do anything.

"Since you two are interested, come in."

The old servant opened half of the door and invited a man and a woman outside the door to come in. He wanted to lead the way, but the man came in as he knew him. He walked around and went straight to the backyard, opened the door of the hall, and walked in.

"Girl, have you been here before?" The servant looked at the back of the shrine and turned his head in confusion to look at the woman beside him.

Nie Honglian shook her body with her hands on her back, looked at the young master who was lit incense in the hall, laughed out of dimples, and said playfully with his face: "Old man, guess."

As he said that, he took a step and stepped into the threshold lightly. The walls of the hall and the pasted handwriting suddenly lit up. However, Hong Lian, who had been incense for so many years, was no longer afraid. He respectfully invited a stick of incense to the spiritual seat.

On the altar, Zhou Ying's spiritual position was old and blurred, and the paint surface in many places was peeled off and exposed the color of the wood. If you don't look carefully, it will be difficult to recognize the handwriting on it.

Lu Liangsheng stood for a while until the old servant outside the door came to urge him, and then left the hall and bowed and thanked him again.

"Young Master, don't thank me. Someone burns incense to the master, it's just a love affair."

The old servant smiled and closed the hall door. He looked at the burning incense. He suddenly stopped, rubbed his eyes, and hurried forward. He saw that Zhou Ying's spiritual position was completely renewed in the altar shrine. The black paint surface was not stained with dust. The words on it seemed to have been re-engraved, and even the gold powder on the words seemed to have been repainted.

‘What’s going on with this…?’

He turned around in surprise and wanted to ask the couple, but the figure who was standing there just now was gone, and the door was no longer closed. He went back to the gate yard along the road. The door of the mansion was closed tightly, and the wooden plug was inserted from the inside. He quickly opened the door and went out. The donkey tied outside disappeared.

‘Oh... I'm afraid I'm a hell!’

The servant exclaimed, ran back and closed the door, inserted the bolt again, ran back to the door, and plunged into the bed.

The sun tilted from the clouds and gradually became cloudy.

The man and woman who disappeared in the mansion before were walking on the road to the southwest outside the city, and the towns along the way were still in their original positions as before. There have been many changes over the past twenty years, making Lu Liangsheng unable to say that awkward, just like the past two years, the feeling of being the same as the past two years, and the surroundings were turned upside down in the blink of an eye.

Gradually, the towns fell behind and walked into the continuous green mountains. The cliffs on both sides of the official road were heard from the old forests at the foot of the mountain.

Soon, I walked past the winding river water beside the road, stood on the mountain temple on the cliff, turned over the bend in front, old pine trees were like forests, red wall temples were burning incense, and large green fields were filled with mountains in the distance, and the green seedlings rippled in the breeze. The busy villagers wiped away the sweat from their faces, stretched their necks to let the wind pour into their necks, and sat comfortably on the ridge of the field.

In the distant village, there are noisy people and the occasional loud rooster crowing, the houses are filled with smoke.

"I'm home, my son."

Hong Lian excitedly pinched the scholar's sleeves, and even the toad Taoist walked out from the bookshelf, standing on the donkey's head, looking at the scenery in the rays of the sunset, feeling refreshed and happy.

.........

At dusk, the village near the foot of the mountain seemed to be covered with a rosy robe.

The neat road went into the rows of houses, and in the fenced courtyard wall full of sunflower buds, birds chirping and making noise. After a ping-up on the second floor, a Taoist with long beards walked out, his eyes were slightly blue and dull, and after a moment, a graceful woman walked out behind her, holding a fork and squished her hair. She listened to the noise of the birds all over the trees, and was a little confused.

"Old Sun, what's wrong with these birds today?"

"So many magpies must have a happy event." The Taoist said casually, and then he heard the woman behind him suddenly speak, rushed to the side, and pointed outside the yard.

"Look, isn't that Xiaoyun? Why is he back?"

In the attic, you can see a young man in Taoist robe running across the village with a yellow cloth bag, greeting the eight old men sitting on the stern chairs there, and rushed to the house in a hurry.

"Didn't this kid go out? Why are you back?"
Chapter completed!