The Rise of the Cold Gate in the Eastern Jin Dynasty

Chapter 69 Faded Gardenia Yellow
Why do people like to remember?
Teenagers are always looking forward to growing up. They are simple-minded, or they want to eat ice cream every day, or they want their pocket money to be free, or they want to buy their favorite clothes, or they want to be able to cut their favorite hairstyles.
Young people have too many naive reasons, looking forward to growing up as adults soon.

They think that when they grow up, everything will become as beautiful as they think; they can get the so-called freedom; they can go where they want to go; they can do whatever they want.
You can laugh at the innocence and childishness of young people, but don't you envy the carefree innocence and childishness of young people?

Therefore, memory has become the exclusive property of adults. Only in dreams and memories can adults become that innocent and naive young man, the child of their parents, and the darling of the family.

In my memory, the coolest wind in summer always blows in the evening. The leaves of elm trees, fir trees, and sycamore trees will keep turning, making a "squeaky" sound, and the cicadas will become excited.

The setting sun is slowly setting, and the children under the afterglow of the setting sun, although their bodies are stained with dirt and brawny, but they hold various "weapons" in their hands, which means they have a source of happiness, or a A straight evergreen stick, or a bent branch of a withered yellow sycamore tree, or a branch with a fork that can be used as a slingshot
The childhood friends always come and go in groups, about a dozen at a time, and they hold the "weapons" in their hands, like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, and cut towards the dog's tail grass, thorn bushes, and wild wormwood on the roadside.
Behind every innocent and injured flower and plant, there are a group of children playing.

The sound of cicadas gradually weakened, and the setting sun set half of the body, and the mother's call would sound at the right time, accurately reaching the ears of the children of each family.

The picture in Xiao Qinzhi's eyes gradually unfolded, and the scenes in his memory were being presented. A little kid named "Ah Kiss" came into view. This was what Xiao Qinzhi looked like when he was a child. It is Xiao Qinzhi's later name.

The little kid "Qin" walked home step by step with a hearty pace, Xiao Qinzhi followed behind.

This is a not-so-large yard, with many flowers planted in it, such as red crabapple, white gardenia, and purple rose, crowded together, very lively, fragrant and clear, fresh and natural.

There was an aroma in the kitchen, and the mother with her hair in a bun wore a headband, a floral skirt, and a red apron in front of her body. She skillfully held the pot in one hand and the spatula in the other, and put the pot into the pot. A crucian carp turned over and covered the pot, and the rest only needs to be boiled to collect the juice, and then it can be served on the table.

My father was sitting in the living room on the mat on the floor, watching a TV series, and singing: "It's a good spring, it's better to have a dream, the grass is fragrant in the dream."

The white incandescent light illuminated the withered gardenia-yellow walls into snow-white snow-white, with some abstract graffiti on it, and a row of golden awards on it. The little boy "Ah dear" walked straight through the living room and walked towards the bathroom. The room, where the bath water my father put in, was lukewarm, and the temperature was just right.

Under the white light, there were four people sitting around the dining table, which fell to the ground and became three shadows. The father, mother and little kid said "ah dear", watching TV while eating this simple dinner, which is not extravagant , but extremely warm and precious.

The electric fan on the top turned and turned, bringing coolness, but it disturbed the lights. The lights flickered, and the TV series also came to the end, singing: "It's not the wings that the gods made up themselves, dangling, flying up and flying across the four oceans, It's a beautiful spring."

Xiao Qinzhi watched and cried, unscrupulous suffering, crying with headache, crying with a smile, tears were bright, this is the summer of six years old.

When he was eight years old, his parents suddenly passed away. The little kid "Ah Kiss" suddenly became an orphan from a favorite, living alone in the world. Now a child who had been separated for more than ten years finally returned home and returned to his parents. in front of you.

However, this is just a compensation for the patient's fragile mind when the brain responds autonomously when sick, it's just a dream.

The sun finally set, and the sound of cicadas stopped. It was dark, the wind cleared, and he woke up from the dream. With tears in his eyes, Xiao Qinzhi saw a familiar figure sitting in front of the collapse. His face was full of tiredness and his eyebrows were gray. , a few strands of silver hair stretched out from his ears, and his body was a little stooped, but his eyes, which should have been cloudy, were extremely sharp.

Yesterday, the sixth uncle finally condemned a few people. He drove the light boat and drove the stars. It took a day to return to Wujin and inform the patriarch about Wuxi. During the day, we arrived at Fenglindu in Wuxi in the afternoon.

Even this afternoon, the patriarch had to drag his tired body to visit Chief Official Zhao, Caijun of Beidi, County Magistrate Wu and others who had helped him one by one.

Xiao Qinzhi woke up from the dream, returned to reality, and shouted softly: "Patriarch, when did you come?"

The patriarch's eyes softened, full of distress, and he replied softly, "Oh! I came here when you were sick."

Then wiped the corners of Xiao Qinzhi's eyes with a white towel, held Xiao Qinzhi's hand, and whispered: "Don't cry, don't cry, I'm fine, I'm going home tomorrow morning, your mother is at the ferry every day, Waiting for your siblings to come back."

"Fourth brother, you finally woke up, you scared me." The fat old eight rubbed his red eyes, his chubby face was full of travel and dust, from Wujun to Wuxi, back and forth for more than sixty miles, and set off at noon , only came back at Haishi, and the fat old man dared not stop for a moment.

"Old Ba, I'm fine!" Xiao Qinzhi wanted to lean up, suddenly felt his whole body was limp, unable to exert strength, felt like falling apart, his chest felt sore, numb and painful, as if he had been pricked by a needle.

The patriarch looked at Li Langzhong from Wu Jun, and asked, "My nephew, what's the matter?"

Li Langzhong is in his fifties, with white beard and hair, but sharp eyes. His family has practiced medicine for generations. It can be traced back to his ancestors serving as imperial physicians in the Western Han Dynasty. Although he is not as famous as Yang Quan, a famous doctor in Yangzhou, he is not well-known in Wu County. Small, often in and out of the family of the noble family.

Li Langzhong has rich experience, when he saw Xiao Qinzhi, he didn't make a judgment immediately, but looked carefully at Xiao Qinzhi first, then took out the pulse pillow and put it on the edge of the bed, put Xiao Qinzhi's wrist on it, three Refers to the positions of Cun, Guan and Chi placed on the Cunkou of the wrist.

Weak pulses are thin and small, seen in sinking points, lifting them will disappear, pressing them will gain them, like hand touching silk in water, touching them will make them soft and weak, it is because Yang Qi loses concentration and then floats outwards, damp evil stagnates and pulses weak.

Li Langzhong withdrew his hand, and asked Xiao Qinzhi about the past half a year, whether he was recovering from a serious illness, and learned that Xiao Qinzhi accidentally fell into the lake two months ago and had a serious illness.

Li Lang knew in his mind that it is not difficult to treat this disease. First, he must clear away the stagnation of dampness, so he adopted acupuncture and moxibustion therapy. He used gold needles to pierce Xiao Qin's chest to remove the name Juque one inch below the heart, and then two inches below the heart to name Juque. The heart tube, and finally go to the stomach tube three inches below the heart, and moxibustion five needles each.

Sure enough, after a while, Xiao Qinzhi woke up in a daze.

Li Langzhong said: "People get better every day without a serious illness, at most it takes a few years to recuperate, and at least it takes three months and a half a year. Xiao Langjun's last serious illness has not been completely cured, and now he has a lot of worries and worries. Invasion, evil energy enters the body."

"Fortunately, Xiao Langjun is young, and the disease is not a serious problem. In the future, he should cultivate himself well. In the past few days, his diet should be as light as possible and easy to digest. Don't overeat, and you can't touch delicious delicacies."

Langzhong Yang received the medicine box, took a pen and wrote down a prescription for invigorating qi and blood, and instructed: "Use this prescription together, stop after half a month, don't eat too much, let Xiao Langjun's body recover as much as possible."

The patriarch's hanging heart finally let go, and while thanking, he told the sixth uncle: "Go and arrange a place for Li Langzhong, rest for a night, and send someone to send Li Langzhong back to Wujun tomorrow, and let the seventh uncle pick it up." Five thousand baht as Xi Jing."

In another part of the cabin, a tall woman in plain clothes was sitting kneeling, without any jewelry on her body, without a trace of blood on her pale face, with her hands together, her thumbs touching her forehead, praying sincerely, muttering words between her lips and teeth .

Suddenly hearing the news that Kong Qing came to report that brother had woken up, she squinted her eyes, and then let out a breath, a warm color returned to her pale face, and a smile climbed up the corner of her mouth, like an orchid blooming.

Kong Qing smiled and said: "Madam, go and see Xiao Lang."

With Kong Qing's support, Xiao Yunzhi got up with great effort, rubbed his sore knees, his joy was self-evident, he hesitated to come out of the cabin door, facing a gust of lake wind, blowing the maple forest "rustling", a few wisps The sound of silk and bamboo circling, the Fenglin Ferry under the moon is more prosperous tonight than last night. On March [-]rd, the small boats that look at Taihu Lake at night light up the entire inland river, singing, singing, swallows and dancing, one after another, the world is full of noise .

But the prosperity of this world is so fragile, Xiao Yunzhi was suddenly afraid, and he hesitated, and could only look at it from a distance, there was a barrier in her heart, she couldn't see it, she couldn't touch it, but it was always there.

"It's really lively tonight, it's great!" Xiao Yunzhi leaned on the railing and looked from a distance, the moon-white man was clearly visible, he just stood outside the porthole and watched silently, that's good.

"Go, I'll be alone." Xiao Yunzhi said again.

Kong Qing pursed her lips, didn't say much, glanced back, and then retreated.

The faded gardenias are withered yellow, and the lights on the cabin roof are also yellow. Xiao Qinzhi looked at many people standing before the collapse, the patriarch, fat old eight, Xiao Shu, sixth uncle, ninth uncle, Zhou Lie and Mangu are all there, but Ajie is missing.

"Kongqing, where is my elder sister?" Xiao Qinzhi asked weakly.

"Big lady, she—she's been outside all the time." Kong Qing couldn't bear Xiao Yunzhi being surrounded by loneliness, and inadvertently glanced out the window, where a plain white figure stood.

Xiao Qinzhi felt that Sister was sensitive in her heart, dismissed everyone, called Kong Qing, went out to talk to Xiao Yunzhi, and let her come in to talk.

A scent of orchids came late, like the faint fragrance and elegance of the soil after the rain, like a trace of tranquility in the noise, always approaching quietly, Xiao Qin's head rested on Sister's Beside me, smelling the fragrance of orchids, I feel inexplicably at ease.

Xiao Yunzhi remained silent, with a slight smile, carefully combing the black hair on brother's forehead, gently touching the purple bruise left after the swelling dissipated, it was better than yesterday.

"Is Xiao Rong'er asleep?" Xiao Qinzhi asked with his eyes closed.

The five-year-old Xiao Rong'er has a personality that looks like a miniature version of Xiao Yunzhi. She is eccentric, intelligent and intelligent. Shui Mouzi, who will undoubtedly be another talented woman in the future, has already been able to recite "The Analects" completely.

Xiao Rong'er opened her mouth and shouted "Uncle, Uncle", the childish voice hit Xiao Qinzhi's heart directly, as if it melted away, it was irresistible.

"Light green is taking care of it." Xiao Yun said.

"Xiao Rong'er will definitely be a talented woman in the future." Xiao Qinzhi looked forward to it.

"I only hope that she can grow up safely, and I can also have an explanation for Yanzhi."

"With me, Sister, you can rest assured. If I have a bite to eat, then you mother and daughter will have a bite to eat. It is hard to be lucky in the world, but it is easy to protect the whole family."

"Isn't it difficult? After all, you have to live the way you want to live." Xiao Yunzhi stroked his brother's forehead, the heat had receded, he changed his posture, hugged his brother to his waist, tucked the corner of the quilt, He also said: "Brother, you have lofty aspirations, and you must not be greedy for ease. In a few years, you will also marry a wife and have children, and you will be burdened with the responsibility of honoring your family. The road is long and dangerous. It’s fine if you can’t help the left and right, but you still need to rely on your support from time to time to hold you back.”

"Hehe——" Xiao Qinzhi suddenly felt that the words were so familiar, he couldn't help but chuckled and said, "Sister, a good friend of mine also told me the first half of what you said, although the words are different, the artistic conception is exactly the same."

Suddenly, Xiao Qinzhi laughed again: "Not to mention, he is quite similar to you, Sister. He also has a faint orchid fragrance on his body, but it is as indifferent as the rain and dew in the first morning."

"Oh?" Xiao Yunzhi stared at him with charming eyes, and asked, "But Chen Dalang who invited you to visit Taihu Lake at night?"

"It's him, Sister, look, his name is Chen Yunzhi, your name is Xiao Yunzhi, even the name is almost the same." The more Xiao Qinzhi thought about it, the more he felt strange. Go to Kuaiji to visit his aunt, or he must come to see me."

"When you go to Jiankang in the future, you will naturally see him."

"Yes!"

Faded gardenias, under the withered yellow light, just chatting plainly, but with the warmth of home, just talking and answering between the siblings, so very comfortable.

The prosperity outside the ship does not leave passers-by to rest after all.

(End of this chapter)