Chapter 62

Ming Ci Yue, blind, old, sickly pale, wearing a blue shirt, looks extremely thin, and coughs a few times from time to time to remind Ji Zheng that he really can’t pull the horns with his appearance.

The cow’s back is wide and long. He sat behind Ji Zheng and kept a certain distance from him. He didn’t say a word, very leisurely, neither angry nor anxious.

Ji Zheng is like a chauffeur: “Where are you going, you may have to go to the Yamen to go to the old house of Mingfu.”

The implication is that there are residential houses there, and this cow may not be able to squeeze through, and maybe they have to pay a fine.

“It’s alright.” Ming Ci said calmly, “Go to the foot of Nanshan Mountain. Ding Lianzai of the Ming family was buried there after being executed. There is also a small ancestral hall secretly built by the people of Wuzhou for my father.”

Ji Zheng didn’t answer, just dragged Niutou to the hill outside the village.

Ji Zheng can’t describe how slow this cow can walk, but he still can’t drive it with a whip, because the cow stepped through the mud ditch with one foot deep and one shallow foot, walking hard and steadily. The old man who worked hard in the fields

One cow and two people, the sun is past noon, it seems that he is the only one who is worried about the anxious schedule, and the other one and one cow are calm and relaxed, like an outing.

After finally driving out of the residential area, driving out of the place with the most accumulated water, I finally walked to the high fields between the paddy fields.

This cow was originally a livestock that worked hard in the paddy fields. When he saw an occupational disease in the paddy field, he was about to carry two people on his back and arched it inside. Ji Zheng was so frightened that he pulled two horns.

“Little boy.”

Ji Zheng thought he was calling him, and turned back to follow the sound while controlling the cow.

Hearing that person call again, “Young Master Ming.”

Young Master Ming? ! Ji Zheng jumped in shock, Ming Ciyue is now the actual person in charge of Dayan, and there is no guard to follow, so his identity is seen through the field, what should I do?

Ming Ci Yue just turned his head and responded calmly to the farmer.

This old farmer didn’t think of coming over to bow and kneel as a big gift. He just sat on the ridge at the other end of the paddy field, and his voice was half a spring breeze, “The young master is back to see his family, ah, you, your eyes. What’s wrong?”

The more Mingci replied to him in dialect, the old farmer nodded clearly, and he didn’t ask any further questions, but also answered in dialect.

In fact, Ji Zheng didn’t care whether he understood or not, he just listened intently.

This Wuzhou dialect is very similar to Wu Nong’s soft language. It drags its long tail, bends, and is soft. It is called across half an mu of paddy fields, and it is soaked with the moistness of the water town.

Ji Zheng has never heard Ming Ci Yue use such a tone, and it is somewhat contrasting but funny, as if Ming Ci Yue has more and more long words when speaking in dialect.

He seemed to really be able to see an eleven- or twelve-year-old boy who went to the mountain every day after school, riding his horse and whipping his whip against the wind, passing by with his sleeves waving.

Ji Zheng finally realized that this old farmer didn’t know, and he didn’t care how little Young Master Ming was in Dayan’s official position. Today is the same as the countless days when Ming Ci was on this road when he was younger, there is no difference. He only knew that the little son’s family had suffered, and he knew that it would be good for him to return home safely.

“Ah yo, this little boy looks like you, so handsome, it’s your little man.”

When Ji Zheng was suddenly called, he quickly returned to his senses and bowed slightly to the old man on the back of the cow.

“Well…” Ming Ci dragged his long voice, and the soft words were too soft, softer than the branches swaying between the bed and the scorpion, and the roots of people’s ears caught fire, “It’s me being pretty.”

Ji Zheng subconsciously tightened his back and frowned, “What does Manman mean, don’t talk nonsense, he knows your identity, what should you do if you spread it out?”

Ming Ci said lightly: “It’s nothing, the younger generation in the family can be called Man Man.”

Ji Zheng: …? ?

Not much right.

After the greeting, the farmer had to work, so he waved at them and shouted to walk slowly, and the two put their hands on the back of the ox and continued on their way.

A quarter of an hour has passed…

The farmer looked up, and the cow was still beside his ridge, so he waved his hand again, and the two cupped their hands.

Two quarters have passed…

As soon as they looked up, the two were still there, and the farmer waved enthusiastically, and the two also waved in response.

An hour has passed, the two are still in sight, and he once again…

…

Ji Zheng was expressionless on the cow’s back: “…When will I be able to get out of this field.”

“Come on, look up and see, is Nanshan right in front of you?”

“Well…” Yes, but Nanshan was always in front of them, but they couldn’t get there.

They walked under the shade of a willow tree, and the willow branches were hanging down. Ji Zheng saw it from afar, and when he got close, he leaned down on the cow’s back in advance.

But he didn’t tell Ming Ci any further.

Sure enough, Uncle Huang did not avoid it, and the branches with white velvet floes hanging on his face one after another.

Ji Zheng succeeded in making fun of him, and he got a childish temper and wanted to laugh.

But when he found out that Ming Ciyue’s first reaction was to stretch his hands forward and bend over to protect him, Ji Zheng couldn’t laugh anymore, and became inexplicably irritable.

Ming Ci was not annoyed when he protected the emptiness, he pulled the branches and leaves on the top of his head and put them on his lips to play a minor key.

Ji Zheng was lying on the back of the cow, and the small-key sound floated to his ears, not much louder than the wind. It was long, and the tone was the same as that of the local people. The place where he accidentally blew the air was hoarse, and it scratched the inside of his ear. .

He slumped down, turned over, looked up at the green sky, and played with the willow branches hanging in front of him.

He laughed at him: “Little son… Ming little son, what is this song called?”

“Savage.”

“what?”

The weeping willow that he held in his palm suddenly turned into a black silk. It was Ming Ciyue who suddenly leaned over, so scared that Ji Zheng turned around, sat upright, and stopped making trouble.

“I mean, this tune is called Man Man.”

“Oh…” Ji Zheng touched the tip of his nose with a guilty conscience, “Do you like to write songs for your nephew locally?”

“maybe.”

Ji Zheng suddenly changed the subject: “Then when your nephew dies, you will also bury him at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. Will you ride a bull to see him during Qingming?”

He was stunned when he said it himself, and suddenly thought of a serious question, “We have no other relatives, no descendants, after death…”

“Worship is to appease the living, but it is of no use to the dead.” Ming Ci Yue didn’t lift his head, and answered in the gap between Chu Ye’er, “However, the saint will enter the emperor’s tomb, thousands of people will worship, and the minister will enter the Nanshan Mountain. peaceful.”

After a while, the title changed again, and he was called holy again.

Ji Zheng listened awkwardly and sneered: “You are used to being lazy, why didn’t you go to the imperial mausoleum to be on duty at night this time?”

Ming Ci became dumber, stopped, and raised his head in a panic, “Chen…Is it alright?”

Ji Zheng turned his face back and stopped talking.

The sun had already slid down along the edge of Nanshan Mountain. At first, it was still rubbing downwards, but after a while, it jumped out abruptly, and all of a sudden it fell, leaving only the warm world.

“Your Highness?” Ming Ci called him tentatively, but didn’t reply.

“Zhengzheng.” Ming Ciyue’s voice was a little weaker, but he still didn’t reply.

The eyelashes under the thin white cloth fluttered open.

“Pretty… madam…”

Ji Zheng heard the call in the bumpy back of the cow, and opened his eyes in a daze, but saw that the sky was dark above his head.

He was lying on his back, looking at the man above his face holding two horns, pulling the rope, and hanging white cloth strips in the air, so he couldn’t tell that he was blind.

Ming Ci Yue, worthy of Ming Ci Yue, is so skilled at riding a bull.

Dream, this must be his dream.

Since it was in a dream, Ji Zheng suddenly became annoyed, reached out and grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled it in front of his eyes, hoping to pull the white cloth on his eyes in one breath.

“Ming Ci Yue… Ming, you’re a lunatic, you still don’t understand why I’m running.” The child was incoherent in his sleep, “Why are you, I’m leaving, you still want, want…”

Ming Ciyue held Lao Niu with one hand, and had to free up another hand to hold the messing hand.

The dream-like picture in front of him seemed to be blurred and hazy, Ji Zheng rubbed his eyes reluctantly, and narrowed them into a slit again.

He heard one last sentence before going to bed.

“I was wrong, I’ve missed it, I can’t hear that voice anymore, I won’t offend you, and I won’t lock you up, I’ll let you go… If you want to get married, we are a family, you don’t We are willing to get married, and we are still a family.”

“I have no other family, we only have each other, so I will always wait for you as a family.”

…

Not sure if it was too tiring to ride a bull during the day, Ji Zheng was carried and placed on the mattress in the wing room, turned around without waking up, and went back to sleep.

In the night, an umbrella slowly brushed his cheek again, and was sandwiched between the bodies of the two people, covering the top of his head.

It’s not raining?

Ji Zheng was at a loss, and his eyes were half-squinted, staring at the inside of the mushroom cap.

After a while, there was another fine dripping sound in my ears, and it rained again in the house.

He muttered: “As soon as you come, the rainy season will be early… It will be another night, and I must ask Yuan Ming to fix it tomorrow.”

“Go to sleep.”

He nodded resignedly, leaned against a human-shaped heater beside him, like a cat, curled up and fell asleep under the umbrella.

As a result, when he got up the next day, the umbrella and the person disappeared again, and the celadon basin in the corner of the room was full of water, which may have been the leak from last night.

But when Ji Zheng went out again, he was stunned again. It was sunny outside the house. Not only was there no trace of night rain on the ground, on the contrary, the stagnant water with mud yesterday had been dried out.

Those candle shadows from the west window, and the memory of rain hitting the bananas are not absurd or unreasonable, but they are enough to make him feel ashamed and annoyed, a dream? ! Is he wishful thinking about Huang Liang’s absurd dream? !

He laughed at himself inwardly, and asked him calmly, “Is the roof repaired?”

Yuan Ming touched his head and smiled and said, “Little Master, that thing is not that easy to repair, and I am not a professional roof repairer, but don’t worry, we will fix it for you before we leave… Otherwise, what will you do if you live alone…”

It was on the night that he finished the guarantee, the umbrella came again, and this time the sound of rain really knocked on his ears, like a partial shower, always on his roof.

Ming Ci Yue also seemed to be simply here to hold an umbrella, not breaking the rules or violating etiquette, not giving Ji Zheng the slightest reason to push him down.

Gradually, Ji Zheng had to accept it. It seemed that there really was a dark cloud that wept every night, which belonged only to their heads, and they had to spend a long and long rainy season—or a plum rainy season exclusively for the two of them.

I don’t know when Ming Ci Yue will leave, and I don’t know when it will leave in the rainy season.

Ji Zheng neither liked nor hated this feeling, but gradually accepted it.

But in the afternoon of the second day, Ji Zheng passed by the house and saw Yuan Ming turned over from the eaves. He wanted to go over to say hello and ask him how he was doing, but he heard his conversation with Ming Ciyue through the window.

The two were vigilant, and they still used the dialect to talk, but these days, Ji Zheng has learned a lot of words. Although he can’t speak, he can understand them, such as “today”, “waterway”, “should” go”, such as “wait again”, “morning in the night”, and … “little man”.

Ji Zheng suddenly connected with why the stagnant water on Qingming day could go down the next day. Ming Ci Yue took the official boat to the south, along the waterway he newly built, not to see him, nor to go back and forth to his hometown to worship, he just came to supervise the work and make a routine.

Now that the waterway has been repaired, and the water has drained, Ming Ciyue is about to leave.

Ji Zheng suddenly realized that this cloud really has to leave the day.

As the night passed, the rain came to work on time again, the umbrella floated over, and people came close.

Ji Zheng thought that the more Ming Ci would let him know, but what he waited for was the sound of gradually calm and relaxed breathing – the more Ming Ci was by his side, he could always fall asleep quickly.

Guarding the warmth by his side, Ji Zheng was completely insomnia. He opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at the sound of the second boot falling to the ground in the story of throwing boots.

He was still afraid, afraid that if he closed his eyes and opened them again, the rain would stop and the yard would be completely empty again.

He slept on the couch, leaning against the wall, and Ming Ci went outside the couch, facing the door.

After hesitating for a while, Ji Zheng quietly raised one side of his body and climbed over Ming Ciyue’s body. Due to the limitation of the umbrella, Ji Zheng could only climb very low and very low, wiping his body and swept away from the sky, pausing on purpose in the middle.

The person beside the pillow ran away, and it was impossible for him not to notice Yiming’s sensory ability to practice martial arts.

However, Ming Ci Yue still didn’t move. He didn’t open his eyes suddenly as he thought. He tore off the cloth belt. His deep pupils were like obsidian. He stared at him in the dark, grabbed him and pressed him down In the bed, he leaned against his neck and asked him in a hoarse voice where he was going, why he didn’t tell him, why did he leave him.

No.

From the moment Ming Ci Yue let him go, Ji Zheng suddenly began to believe, believing that he was really blind, his inner strength dissipated, and his five senses faded.

It turns out that the protagonist in the book will also have a day when he is a stranger.

He touched the tip of his nose, stood by the bed and soaked in the rain for a while, silently watching Ming Ciyue lying flat on the bed, and suddenly rushed out of the room.

At this time, Yuan Ming was still crouching on the roof to make rain artificially. He took a small wooden bucket with countless holes in the bottom, and let the rain seep into the house little by little.

“Okay, don’t go down.”

Yuan Ming was shocked and his hands were shaking.

The author has something to say: the second chapter at the end