However, after this day, no matter how the system called, its wife did not appear again.

After that, Kou Qiu lived a purity of three or four years.

Nanfeng Academy gradually got on the right track, and the upper and lower parts were kept in order. Gradually, some literati and poets came to drink tea and chat, and the Qushui and Liushang were also elegant. Kou Qiu traveled between Nanfeng Pavilion and the General's Mansion every day. Occasionally, twenty or thirty people gathered in the hall to eat melon seeds and bask in the sun, and lived a very leisurely and comfortable life.

In the third year, Fuxiao came to say goodbye.

He gradually fell in love with a scholar who was born in Changlai Academy. The scholar did not mind his background and was willing to treat each other well for a lifetime. Kou Qiu saw this son-in-law with his own eyes. Seeing that he described him as honest and elegant, he was not a passionate person, he felt relieved.

He said to Fuxiao: "Nanfeng Academy will always be your home. If you suffer grievances or have any unhappiness, come back."

General Qiu, beside him, also said lightly, "There is also the General's Mansion."

He nodded with red eyes, as if he wanted to cry, and as if he wanted to laugh.

He finally carried the people in the museum one by one and finally came to hug Kou Qiu. When he put his hand on the waist of the old cadre Kou, he stroked Xiao and said softly: "Dad, thank you."

Kou Qiu patted his back and watched him walk out the door with his scholar holding hands, and he actually gave birth to a helpless feeling that the old father watched his son's wings grow hard and flew away.

The system said: [You are idle.]

Old Cadre Kou: [......]

On that day, after Yu Fuxiao left, he received a letter. In the letter, unknown people asked him to meet in the small courtyard where he was temporarily living when he was young. Kou Qiu was a little confused, but he still went as he said.

The door creaked and the fallen leaves inside were covered with golden pavement. Because no one took care of them for a long time, the weeds in the yard were growing and there was almost no place to stay.

Stepping on the rustling fallen leaves, Kou Qiu raised his eyes and saw who was sitting on the stone bench in the yard.

...It's Shen Hanxiu.

But when I saw him for the first time, if it weren't for the system's surprise screaming, Kou Qiu wouldn't be able to connect him with the handsome top scholar in any case.

Shen Hanxiu was unshaven and unkempt. He sat in the deserted yard, staring at his hands in a daze. After looking for a long time, he said in a daze: "Duan Cun, look, they have become like this."

Kou Qiu glanced at the thick calluses on his hand. There were traces of frostbite that had not completely subsided, and it was not as good as the hands that Shen Zhuangyuanlang had raised before.

They were originally only stained with the fragrance of ink, but now they have been eroded by the wind and frost of these years.

A trace of bitterness slowly overflowed on the corners of Shen Hanxiu's lips, and he whispered: "I originally thought that making money to support the family was just an extremely easy thing..."

When he was young, he had family members to offer him. After escaping from the flood, he relied on Xiao Duancun to provide for him. His food, clothing, housing and transportation were not worse than anyone else, but he never considered it. It turned out that it was far from as easy as he imagined to do these things.

He read a lot of books and was full of talent. But he no longer dared to be an official, and his pen and ink became a joke. The books he took away with were angry and turned into waste paper. Without silver, it was not even easy to survive.

"I have chopped firewood, moved water tanks, planted land for people, and raised chickens," Shen Zhuangyuan stared at his hands firmly and murmured, "I have already eaten all these bitterness."

Kou Qiu stood at the door without moving eyes and looked at him indifferently.

A tear suddenly overflowed from the corner of the Zhuang Yuanlang's eyes, his voice was filled with regret, and he said word by word: "But I have only suffered for three years - Duan Cun, how many years have you suffered?"

The tight barrier that Taoist guarded him has finally collapsed. The severity shown behind this is enough to make Chen Hanxiu, a person who has never really entered the world, be frightened. What he hates has gradually become understandable and worthy of thinking.

Why go to such dusty places?

Why make that kind of dirty money?

At that time, Chen Hanxiu asked these words with righteous words, but three years later he was able to answer himself.

——To live.

If there is no way out, who would be willing to bear such a bad reputation?

His lips trembled a few times, and suddenly he felt that he was actually no different from the emperor who said "Why not eat meat minced meat". Relying on the fact that he had never suffered these hardships.

"I was wrong, I was wrong..." His tears were filled with faces at some point, and he came to grab Kou Qiu's hand, "Duan Cun, I was wrong - I should never say these words, you are the one who treats me the best, always!"

"I'm not a guy, I have no conscience, I'm so heartless..."

Chen Hanxiu paused suddenly, and even his voice began to tremble. He tasted the bitter salty taste of his tears, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, and said the last sentence.

"So...you're back, okay?"

You're back.

This time, I am only sorry for you this time... I will make up for you in the second half of my life.

Where else can I find such sincere sincerity besides you?

But the young man just stood there and looked at him. Duan Cun has obviously lived a great life in the past few years, his cheeks are white and plump, and the exposed wrists are white like tofu. He was wearing a cloak made of peacock thread, and his whole body was shining brightly, as if he was shrouded in dazzling light.

Chen Hanxiu looked up at him, feeling a little ashamed.

Kou Qiu looked at him for a long time and suddenly curled the corner of his mouth.

"It's too late," he said softly, "Zhen Zhuangyuan, you're back too late."

Duan Cun, who dug out all his heart and handed it to you, has long died in the former Nanfeng Pavilion. You can't catch it and you can't find it anymore, and it's already separated by yin and yang. Whether it's apologizing or awakening, it's too late.

"No, no!"

Chen Hanxiu felt panic in his heart and almost rushed forward, trying to grab the young man's clothes, "Not too late - I'm back, look at me, Duan Cun, look at me again!"

A cold light flashed in front of him. When he looked again, the piece of fabric he was holding had been cut off in one by one. Someone pulled the young man in front of him back a few steps and took it into his arms.

Chen Hanxiu raised his head and realized who the visitor was.

It was the famous General Qiu.

They are old friends, but now they meet, Chen Hanxiu can't even squeeze out a smile.

General Qiu had a cold face, patted the young man's clothes and patted him again and again, and then simply took off the scarlet cloak on his body, wrapping the whole thing around the young man.

After doing all this, he raised his eyes just now, and did not look at Chen Hanxiu, but said to Kou Qiu: "Ele.me? I have stewed soup at home."

The big baby in his arms grabbed the hood on his head, raised a small, white face, and smiled at him.

That smile was like a spring flower, and Chen Hanxiu was stunned.

After so many years, this is the first true smile he has seen Duan Cun.

Almost at this moment, Chen Hanxiu knew that he was defeated. He bit his mouth tightly, and his strength was removed little by little. The aura that supported him to walk back from the north suddenly dissipated.

He suddenly realized and looked back suddenly, but no one was standing in the dim lights.

Chen Zhuangyuan did not make any sound.

He silently looked at the two people in front of him and walked out together. The figure eventually turned into a sharp knife, which made his eyes hurt. But he still opened his eyes wide and watched the young man slowly leave from the blurry vision.

Duan Cun never looked back.

Chen Hanxiu knew that he would never be able to get out of this yard in his life. He had to find him back.

He cleaned up the small yard that Duan had bought for three months' wages, planted some fruits and fruits in it, and lived on them day by day. He sat among the weeds in the yard, shaking his fan in a row, not knowing what he was waiting for.

Maybe I'm waiting for the ending.

On this day, after he read Duan Cun's name in his heart again, he finally saw this person in his dream again.

Duan Cun still looked like he was twelve years old, with a little green cheeks. He sat silently in the yard scrubbing clothes, occasionally looking back at him who was flipping through books.

"I......"

Chen Hanxiu heard himself say, "I also want to take the children's exam."

Duan Cun bit his lip, and a trace of worry that was not very consistent with his age flashed across his tender face, and then he smiled as if nothing had happened, "Han Xiu really wants to go?"

"Yes." Chen Hanxiu nodded vigorously, "The masters in the academy said that I will definitely be able to do well in the exam."

Duan Cun then wiped his hands hard on his pants, and wiped the water stains on his head. He counted the few coins in his pocket and counted them again and finally stuffed them back and smiled hard.

"Academy...is great."

He whispered.

"Then go."

——Then go.

Chen Hanxiu suddenly felt tears in his eyes. He couldn't help but sobbed violently, and the sourness almost broke through his throat and burst out from his heart. He was awakened by the tears, wiped it in a hurry, forcing himself to fall asleep again, so that he could dream of the boy at that time again.

Go to sleep!

Just this time! Just this time, from then on, he might never see Duan Cun again!

But the more you wiped it, the more tears fell. In the end, the mattress was soaked in a large area. Chen Hanxiu was pillowing on the cold mattress and finally made a sound slowly.

He cried hoarsely, like a child who had lost something.

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Qiu Lie has been an official in this world until he was fifty years old.

After he could no longer go to the battlefield, he took Kou Qiu on a journey. They saw the mountains, forests, snow, moons, streams, and across the country. In Nanfeng Academy, Han Ping finally accepted Boss Chen. The two of them worked together, and their business became more and more prosperous. In the end, even the industry of Qingfeng Building next door became theirs.

Many years later, the young apprentices at Nanfeng Pavilion talked about their inspirational experiences, and that’s what they said.

The most successful deal we have made is that our boss sold him himself.

Then, we walked out of the mud and headed towards the harmonious socialist road.

The short story book of Swallowing Dragon was written until he was fifty or sixty. Later, his book was very popular, and several of them were even changed to dramas. Some actors painted their makeup with heavy makeup and personally staged this joy and sorrow.

It is worth mentioning that one of them was specially funded by General Qiu from the General's Mansion.
To be continued...