A scholar named Liu...went to Beijing...the father of three children...

There was a buzz in my mind, and all my thoughts were in chaos. But in the chaos, the words Liu Yi said to me rang in my ears very clearly——

In fact, in addition to me and my roommate, there is a third son in the family... My father was very poor at the time... He entrusted his third brother to an old couple here...

Liu San'er - was also entrusted to Aunt Liu and the others by his father. Could it be - could it be that Liu San'er was the child of Lord Liu Shizhou and the biological brother of Liu Yi and Liu Zhaoyi?!

I asked with some trembling: "Auntie, what was the name of the scholar named Liu? Do you still remember it?"

"No, I don't remember much. I just remember that he has a son and a daughter. The eldest son is very smart and well-born. The second daughter is especially beautiful. She looks like she will be blessed in the future." Aunt Liu said lightly,

Didn’t mention it much.

"Then, did his father say anything when he entrusted Liu San'er to you?"

"When his father left, he also gave us a sum of money and asked us to treat him well. When San'er grew up, we used the money to send him to a private school. Seeing that his biological father was a scholar, we didn't

I can’t bear to let this child be like us, unable to read a word and blind all his life.”

"..."

"San'er is very smart and attentive to his studies. There are more than a dozen children in that private school, and he is my husband's favorite one. It's a pity that he couldn't finish his studies. The family was too poor, so he didn't say much and followed him.

My father went down to the river to learn fishing, and when he was older, he went to Yangzhou City to find work and earn money to support our family."

"Then," I hesitated and said, "Brother Liu, does he know about this?"

Aunt Liu smiled weakly: "How can you not tell the child when he is older? That is his own life experience. I have told him a long time ago, but this child is filial and is not in a hurry to find his biological father.

He just said that if we raised him, we are his biological parents and he must serve us until he grows old."

She said and smiled happily: "San'er is so kind, I will definitely take good care of you and this child."

I was so shocked that I forgot about my own affairs, and all I could think about in my mind was Liu San'er. If I guessed correctly, then he - he is Liu Shizhou's child and Liu Zhaoyi's biological brother! Unexpectedly, this world

There is such a coincidence that Liu Yi could not forget his younger brother before he died. He and his father had dedicated their lives to the people of the South for two generations, and they also wanted to let this relative who was left behind live a better life.

Now, I actually met him!

Feeling that my fingertips were trembling, Aunt Liu thought I was still worried, and said softly: "My child, I am not saying something sinful. None of us women want to encounter such a thing, but now that it has happened

, let’s not abuse ourselves, God doesn’t care about us, we care about ourselves!”

"..." I looked at her silently.

"Isn't it better to find a man who loves you and live in peace for the rest of your life than to suffer yourself all the time?"

Aunt Liu talked a lot today, more than I have said in the more than a month since I lived in her house. She also became a little breathless later on. I hurriedly took care of her and lay her down to rest. It was getting dark by now.<

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Under the orange-red light of the setting sun, I walked to the table in the center of the room and slowly opened the baggage I brought back from the embroidery workshop today.

I received very few jobs today, only one, but I was promised more wages than before.

I took out the white sweat towel, clarified the embroidery thread, and after thinking about it for a while, I started embroidering. Each stitch fell, and the flying red leaves slowly appeared on the white sweat towel, because the embroidery thread was used.

After acupuncture, the leaves look particularly fresh, and the red color of the maple leaves gradually intensifies, leaving a faint orange color at the tips of the maple leaves.

Maple leaves are extremely beautiful, even better than flowers, but such beauty only appears in the bleak autumn.

The red maple appears once a year, but it turns many people’s heads white.

I finished embroidering a cluster of maple leaves, and looked at them carefully for a while, but instead of putting them away, I accidentally twisted another thread and embroidered a row of small verses next to the maple leaves——

Most of all, the autumn wind is nosy, red maple leaves and white hair.

After I finished embroidering the last stitch, the sky had darkened. I raised my head and looked outside the door. The sunset had already set, and the sky in the distance was still reflecting a faint red. There were also insects buzzing around. I shouldn't be able to catch them at this time.

It’s time to fish, why hasn’t Liu San’er come back yet?

I'm a little worried. The fishing ban hasn't been lifted yet. If he goes fishing in rivers and ditches like this, it will be bad if something happens.

So, I put down my sewing and went out to find him.

Not far outside Jixiang Village is the big river. The sparkling waves are constantly trembling with the wind, like the broken moonlight. It is breathtakingly beautiful. After being here for so long, it seems that this is the first time I have come out at night. It sounds uncomfortable.

There was the sound of gurgling water in the distance. I had just walked through a path, and the hem of my skirt was caressing the grass. I could only hear the rustling sound under my feet. When I lowered my head, I saw countless fireflies leaping up from the grass with a roar, and in the night sky.

Dancing gracefully.

What a beautiful view!

I couldn't help but feel a little lost, and through the faint moonlight, I saw Liu San'er squatting there at the other end of the path, with a fish basket half submerged in the water next to him.

What is he doing?

I walked over carefully and called: "Liu San'er?"

As soon as he heard my voice, he jumped up from the ground. He looked back at me and said in surprise: "Why did you come out?"

"You haven't come back so late, I'm worried about you."

"I'm just here to fish. But you, how can you come out so late? What if you can't see and fall?"

As he spoke, he stretched out one hand to support me, trying to help me back, but I noticed that his other hand was still behind his back. I felt a little confused, so I looked over and asked, "What are you hiding?

?"

"No, it's nothing."

"There's nothing for me to see."

"Don't look-"

He hurriedly dodged, but let me see where he was squatting just now. He had scratched many writings on the ground with small branches.

"What are you——"

When he saw that he couldn't hide it anymore, he sighed and took out the hand with some embarrassment. It turned out to be a somewhat broken book. The binding looked like an ancient book.

I couldn't help but be dumbfounded: "You, are you reading?"

"Hmm."

"Why?"

He glanced at me, scratched the back of his head as if he was a little embarrassed, and said: "I see that you write letters and obituaries for people, and you write very well... so——"

The more he spoke, the more awkward he became, with a look of embarrassment on his face. I understood immediately.

"Didn't you also go to private school?"

"I have almost forgotten everything I learned back then..."

I couldn't help but laugh: "So you secretly go out to study at night?"

He became more and more embarrassed: "I asked the old scholar to buy his pen and paper from his home. It happened that he still had some books left behind. Anyway, his children are of no use and they are going to be burned. Why don't I take a look at them." He said.

He stood and muttered: "It only cost five dollars, and you sold me a bundle."

Looking at him like that, he seemed to feel sorry for those books. I held back my laughter and stretched out my hand and said, "Let me see what book you are reading."

He handed the book to me and looked at it in the faint moonlight. It turned out to be a book of ancient poems.

I smiled and said: "How many songs have you recited?"

He shook his head: "It's too difficult to understand without a teacher to explain it."

By the way, I forgot that he had only just finished college when he went to private school. The foundation was laid, but he had not had time to learn these things.

However, looking at the rather elegant words on the ground, I was a little bit stunned. It is really difficult to learn this way, and it requires more effort than others, but he didn't tell me at all, he just learned it silently.

.

I have met many outstanding people in my life, but very few have strong spiritual power.

The young man in front of me who can barely afford to eat is one of them!

For some reason, I felt my eyes were a little hot, so I walked behind him as if to cover it up, picked up the small wooden stick, and said, "Do you want to learn? I'll write a song for you."

After saying that, I wrote two rows of words on the river beach.

Although Liu Saner has been learning to write secretly, he has no one to teach him, and his progress is very slow. Looking at what I write is also confusing: "The most... is the autumn wind... nosy, red him... maple leaf

...White head?" After he finished reading intermittently, he frowned and thought for a while, and then asked me: "Qingqing, what do these two lines of poetry mean?"

"The most nosy is the autumn wind, red maple leaves and white hair." I muttered softly, meeting his gaze, in such a dark night, but it was as bright as two obsidian stones, making people unable to look away.

.

At this time, my eyes fell on his arm again. The injury had healed, leaving a hideous scar. Just looking at the scar, I seemed to be able to feel how painful it was when he was injured.<

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And I will never forget why he chose to get hurt.

Thinking of this, I smiled, raised my head and said to him: "You'd better not learn these two sentences. I'll teach you another poem."

After saying that, without waiting for him to ask, I was already pulling up on the ground again. He stood beside me and said silently: "Sad for the light cold and the sharp wind, the apricot blossoms are floating in the snow and the little peaches are red. It is late at night.

Swing rope, pavilion in the hazy drizzle."

After reading, he frowned again: "This poem..."
To be continued...