Dressed as cannon fodder, fake daughter, she worked hard

[It's hard to have both, choose to advance or retreat and touch the fence]

--Inscription

Cool night, approaching eleven o'clock.

Jiang Sheng tossed and turned unable to fall asleep, so she put on a thin coat and wanted to go out to get some air.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a figure who was about to go downstairs.

The lights on the other side of the stairs were not turned on, and the light in the corridor alone was not enough.

Jiang Sheng called out hesitantly: "Jiang Yan?"

The man paused before walking this way.

Under the slightly dim light, Jiang Yan said softly: "Haven't slept yet?"

Jiang Sheng shrugged: "Didn't you sleep too?"

Jiang Yan said "hmm", and smiled calmly: "Thinking too much, I have insomnia."

Jiang Sheng gathered the cloak around her body: "I want to go down for a walk."

*
After the heavy rain that day, the temperature in Linzhou has been a little low for the past few days, and the wind blows on the body, and even a fine layer of goose bumps can be blown up when you don't wear light clothes.

Under the street lamp, two figures walked side by side, and Jiang Sheng's long coat curved back irregularly with the gust of wind.

"...if you were me, what would you do?"

Jiang Yan lowered his head: "You shouldn't talk to me about this."

"I have selfish motives."

Selfishness makes all his words biased.

Jiang Sheng tilted his head slightly: "Then let your selfishness make this decision for me."

"Ok?"

"I said—" she spoke softly, her tone was soft, "Persuade me, I need more reasons to make up my mind."

Jiang Yan seemed to have just reacted, and felt his heart beat a little faster: "Which side are you determined to make?"

Jiang Sheng stared at him: "Whichever side you want, that's the side."

He said, "I'm afraid you will regret it."

She replied: "As long as I make a decision, whether it is a hot-headed impulse or not, I will not regret it."

Jiang Yan stopped, his voice trembling.

"Well."

"Jiang Sheng, listen to me."

Jiang Sheng raised his face slightly, just enough to see the opponent's eyes.

The street lights a few steps apart are warm yellow, and the light is very soft, perhaps because of this his eyes are also very soft: "I like you."

This is a confession.

"Like it a long time ago."

He is emphasizing.

"Maybe it was the moment when you suddenly turned your head after the seat was adjusted, or it might be a certain afternoon when you stayed in the classroom to study questions—who knows?"

He tried to explain.

"Although Liu Langzhong is ready to leave, I have kept Shanrentang. You can reopen it if you want, and you can do whatever you want. No one will trap you."

He showed his attitude.

"If you don't want to stay in the capital, after the new lord ascends the throne and the court stabilizes, as long as you want, as long as I can—look for osmanthus in the moon in the mountain temple, watch the tide from the county pavilion, I will accompany you wherever you want to go."

He promises.

"In Daxiao, the people in Jiangpinghou's Mansion and Qiao's Mansion, including the two little girls beside you, miss you very much—and Shan Ren Tang, you haven't been there for a long time, they always miss you."

"Every time I see Zhong Yi, she always asks me "Is sister Jiang Sheng still awake?" or "When will sister Jiang Sheng wake up?""

"Before I came, although your sister didn't say much, she also hoped that you would go back."

The last word was lured with her concern.

"Jiang Sheng." He took a deep breath, "Come back with me."

The high lights made the shadows of the two people longer, like two souls who have traveled through time and space and can only see each other through the flesh.ti body.

He repeated again: "Jiang Sheng, go back."

"I want you to go back, not just me."

On a summer night, the cool wind blew by, and gusts of wind fell with the passages, which seemed to blow away some tension, and people became lighter.

The girl under the street lamp suddenly smiled: "Okay."

Jiang Yan opened his lips: "You said, what?"

She walked forward, taking every step very lightly, and finally turned around with a slight jump and looked at him, frowning: "You persuaded me, Jiang Yan."

Or maybe the balance in her heart was already biased to one side.

……

Jiang Yan left the next day, and left the Yuanyuan Stone to her before leaving.

It was only then that Jiang Sheng realized that he had come here in this way, and he only had one week to stay.

Grandpa said she wanted to go back, the sooner the better.Otherwise, if the body is lethargic for too long, the probability of failure will be high.

Jiang Sheng took two days to deal with some trivial matters, and donated part of his savings to the orphanage, and part to Xie Yihan.

The experience of childcare, these years she has made a lot of money, receiving manuscripts, tutoring, setting up stalls inside and outside the school, working as a part-time librarian at school, and scholarships... What she earns is only a drop in the bucket compared to her grandfather, but it can be regarded as a single one. Not a small sum.

So much so that Xie Yihan quickly called her and asked in shock, "Father, my dear father, did you win the lottery?"

Jiang Sheng: "... My dear girl, did you dream that I won the lottery? Tell me what the number is, and I will buy it now."

Hearing how she cooperated with him, Xie Yihan couldn't help laughing: "Oh no, what are you doing with such a large sum of money all of a sudden, I was surprised by you, my own father wouldn't be like this."

"The bank is calling." Xie Yihan lowered her voice, "I think people may think that I am plotting some dark incident."

Her tone was exaggerated, and Jiang Sheng was amused: "Didn't you say you wanted to open a flower shop before? I took a look at Linzhou, Binjiang is the most suitable location... the annual rent is about 8-10w... "

"With the addition of decoration, equipment, and flower materials, it's almost done, and we need to keep some reserve funds."

There was silence on the phone for a while, and then there was a "sigh", and said with a smile: "It's just a dream, people still have to face reality, I'm already looking for a job, I can't waste my status as a freshman."

"Also, there is a limit on the bank card. I can't transfer that much money at once, so I will return it to you slowly."

Jiang Sheng said: "Then give you the confidence to resign naked if you encounter unsatisfactory things at work in the future."

Xie Yihan didn't respond.

Jiang Sheng confessed again: "If you want a flower shop, remember to check all aspects, positioning, location, etc. I made a related PPT, and it has been sent to your email, you can refer to it."

Xie Yihan still didn't speak.

Until Jiang Sheng said "Huh?" and asked if she was listening.

Xie Yihan asked in a low voice: "...what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Sheng pretended to be relaxed, and said the excuse he had thought up a long time ago, "It's just... I want to go abroad with my grandfather to study and work, and I may not come back again."

Three years in high school and four years in college, Xie Yihan was her only friend who could speak.

As I said, once I leave, I am afraid that I really can't come back.

Xie Yihan just said "Oh", and then said with a smile: "It's not that serious, I'll just go find you when the time comes."

Jiang Sheng seemed to be pricked by a very thin needle, and dense feelings filled his heart: "...I, my situation is a bit complicated, maybe you can't come to me."

She took a deep breath: "Maybe we'll never see each other again."

Xie Yihan said suspiciously: "You won't do anything, right?!"

Thinking of Jiang Sheng's sudden phone call, she became even more skeptical, and earnestly said: "If we have committed a crime, we will turn ourselves in, and if we know our mistakes, we will correct them. As long as we sincerely repent, the law will forgive you—running away is not the fundamental solution to the problem! "

Jiang Sheng:?
The sad emotions were instantly diluted, and Jiang Sheng laughed dumbly: "You think too much, I am a good citizen who abides by the law."

Xie Yihan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "That's it, hey, what do you want to say..."

It was the first time she was so understanding: "Don't talk about it, let's be safe, and it doesn't matter if we meet or not."

"Yeah." Jiang Sheng whispered, "Okay."

She didn't want to leave quietly, and then leave her friend with an unsolvable mystery.But it is also inconvenient for her to say more about her own affairs.

Silence permeated between the two, and finally Xie Yihan said softly: "Thank you."

"Thank you, Jiang Sheng."

"Take care of yourself."

"Wherever you are, remember to take care of yourself," she said.

Jiang Sheng said, "You too."

"Bye."

"Hang it."

After pressing the phone's off button, Jiang Sheng looked out the window of the taxi.

When the red light turns green, the teacher's home is ahead.

Old Dean Zhou was off today, and when Jiang Sheng rang the doorbell, he was still writing with a brush.

Seeing Jiang Sheng, he asked casually, "Why do you have time to come over today?"

Then he beckoned: "That's right, come on, write two words and let me see."

Jiang Sheng went over, and the wool felt on the long table was covered with a large piece of rice paper, on which Wang Xizhi's "Preface to the Lanting Collection" was written.

is writing

"...The wife's relationship, I will admire you for the rest of my life"

Elder Zhou filled in the word "Shi" and handed her the pen.

Jiang Sheng didn't refuse, and wrote down

"Either take all the embraces, and understand the words within a room; or because of the entrustment, let go of the waves... What you like, and look down, is already a thing of the past"

Between pitching and pitching, it has become a thing of the past.

Lanting is over, Zize Qiuxu.

The teacher saw that she stopped writing for a while, and pointed out: "The front is not bad, there is some progress, and the latter will not make sense."

Jiang Sheng smiled: "I was distracted."

The teacher said: "Your mind is not here."

Jiang Sheng paused, and put the pen holder on the gourd-shaped Xiuyu pen rest.

The pen holder was a gift for the teacher after she got the first scholarship for the elementary school graduation exam.The material was not very good in the first place, but after so many years, it has already run out of water, and the color is dull and muddy.

Later, she gave the teacher a small-leaf red sandalwood bamboo-shaped pen holder, but the old one was still kept.

Jiang Sheng suddenly mentioned, "I have been studying with you since I was six or seven years old, and it has been almost 16 years now."

The teacher said yes, with emotion: "Ten years have passed in a flash. When I first saw you, you looked so thin and small. I don't know why you suddenly grew so tall."

Jiang Sheng bent her lips: "You have always been my role model. I used to want to go to the hospital after graduation, and use what I have learned all my life to study intractable diseases, cure diseases and save lives like you, and snatch people from the hands of Lord Yan, but now It seems that it doesn't work."

The teacher's hand to take the copybook seemed to pause for a moment.

Before he could react, Jiang Sheng continued: "Teacher, I have something I can't let go of. I have to leave here for a while, and I may never come back."

Her voice was soft, but her tone was firm.

"But no matter where I am, I will remember your teachings, save lives and heal the wounded, and do my best to answer your painstaking cultivation of me."

She will always keep her oath in mind, and do her best to eliminate human suffering, help perfect health, and maintain the sanctity and honor of medical skills.

Health is linked to life.

Old Dean Zhou looked at his favorite student, Jiang Sheng didn't move and let him scrutinize him, standing upright, there was a trace of determination in his soft brows.

He was silent for a while, and then asked, "Is it related to what you haven't seen for half a year?"

Jiang Sheng nodded, neither hiding nor explaining.

The old dean Zhou sighed: "I have grown up with you, and I know what kind of character you are."

"If you have something to do, just let it go and don't leave any regrets for yourself. I don't need you to worry about it here."

Jiang Sheng felt a little sad, but still raised his lips.

The teacher asked her, "When are you leaving?"

Jiang Sheng responded in a low voice: "Tomorrow."

"Okay." The teacher nodded, "Then finish this post."

In fact, there is not much left to write here.

Jiang Sheng dipped the ink again, licked the pen, and wrote in regular script with a stroke.

The teacher laughed at her: "There are three fonts for a post, and I will definitely be scolded if I change it before."

Jiang Sheng also laughed: "There is another font written by you, don't scold yourself."

The teacher shook his head and sighed after a while.

The ink produced by the Zhaoqing Duan Inkstone had a faint fragrance. He picked it up and looked at it repeatedly, but finally he didn't look away: "Let's go, I'll see you off."

Jiang Sheng agreed.

The teacher sent her to the gate of the community, waited for a taxi with her, and finally said: "Go, don't look back."

But when the car started, Jiang Sheng hurriedly pressed the car window against his fast heartbeat, leaned out of the window and looked back at his teacher for the last time.

The teacher watched her off. In the impression, the hale and hearty elder was no longer tall, with a stooped back and gray hair.

Jiang Sheng raised his hand and waved: "Teacher, goodbye——"

The tires rolled forward and she yelled, "Goodbye, teacher—"

The teacher also waved his hand, and his lips seemed to move, but Jiang Sheng couldn't hear it anymore.

She only saw the figure of the teacher getting farther and smaller with the wind blowing outside the car window, and finally disappeared.

If we say goodbye today, we probably won't see each other again.

I only pray that the Songhe Changchun, the green pine will not grow old.

Life always hurts parting, but at least she said goodbye when she left.

so sad to write

Wang Xizhi, who wrote "Lanting for a lifetime" in Lanting, may have thought that someone would say "Lanting is over";
So Wang Bo, who wrote "Lanting is over" in Tengwang Pavilion, did he think of Wang Xizhi's sentence "The future looks at the present, and the present looks at the past"?
More than 1000 years have passed, not only the Lanting Pavilion is gone, but the Tengwang Pavilion has also been destroyed and rebuilt many times.

When I was young, I felt that the cold cicadas are born in spring and die in summer, and in summer and die in autumn. Life is short, as if you are about to meet death when you are born.

But now think about it, human life is only a hundred years, and it is a drop in the ocean for the universe.

What will the world be like in another 1000 years?
Will it be like Wang Xizhi said, "Although things are different in the world, so I am happy, and my ambition is the same", stepping on the same land and expressing similar emotions?
*
Well, what’s more, as I write, I feel that Jiang Sheng will change his mind in the next second haha
On the one hand is the octogenarian teacher, and on the other is the elder sister who has been missing for many years. The sad thing is that sugar cane cannot be sweet at both ends, and it is difficult to have both ends in the world.

Mr. Yu Hua responded to "leave the sadness to the readers" and said that his table was once covered with napkins. There is really no writer who would not empathize with the world under his pen. From Xie Yihan telling Jiang Sheng to take care, to the teacher Greetings as usual, to the pen holder on the table for nearly ten years, and the figure who watched me off at the end... and when the car started and drove away,
Countless times when I stand in Jiang Sheng's position, I really want to turn back, really want to turn back, but this time Jiang Sheng turns around, I will never see Jiang Xian again.

What the teacher said was: "Go, don't look back."

In fact, it is also saying: "Don't regret, look forward."