Liu Mingzhi looked at Wenren Yunshu in astonishment, and then at the fast-flowing Tonghe River with a confused look on his face.
"Should I remember anything? I have only come to Tonghe very few times since I entered the capital. Do I still have to recite a poem and compose a lyric when I get to Tonghe?"
Wenren Yunshu looked at Liu Mingzhi's blank expression, which did not seem to be fake, feeling a little disappointed and unwilling.
"Don't you have any memory about Tonghe? Except this time when Xie Yuan, the top student in high school, came to the capital, don't you have any memory about the past?"
Mr. Liu shrugged helplessly: "This is not a tavern in Chengdu. Why should I have memories of Tonghe? Miss Yun Shu, if we have anything to say, we might as well say it directly. You have made this young master completely unhappy."
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"Do you remember what you did when you were twelve or thirteen?"
"Twelve or thirteen years old?"
Liu Mingzhi looked at Wenren Yunshu speechlessly, closed his eyes slightly and began to think, trying his best to recall the fragments in his mind about when he was twelve or thirteen years old.
However, apart from some scattered and incomplete memories, I can't recall anything at all.
No, there's the surging river, the cry for help, the scalpers, and there seems to be a little girl who's all wet. When did this happen?
It was so blurry that I had no idea when it happened.
Can't connect at all intermittently.
Wenren Yunshu looked at Young Master Liu with his eyes closed in deep thought and his brows furrowed, and held his breath, for fear of disturbing Liu Mingzhi's thinking.
I don't know when Liu Mingzhi's forehead had been covered with beads of sweat and he suddenly opened his eyes.
"My head almost explodes but I still can't think of anything."
Wenren Yunshu nodded lonely and melancholy, took out his handkerchief and handed it to Young Master Liu: "Wipe your sweat, and then go somewhere with me!"
Liu Mingzhi wiped his sweat and nodded, not daring to look at Wen Ren Yunshu's eyes. There were some things he also wanted to find out.
The two men turned their horses and rushed towards the city gate.
"Wait a minute!"
Just as he was about to set off, Wenren Yunshu suddenly reined in his horse and shouted.
"what happened again?"
Wenren Yunshu raised his lotus arm and pointed gently at a place. Liu Mingzhi took advantage of the situation and looked at an old farmer driving an ox cart slowly towards the city gate. The cart was pulling a whole cart of neatly stacked dry firewood.
Apparently he was going to the city to sell firewood to support his family.
Liu Mingzhi looked at Wenren Yunshu in confusion: "Isn't it just a bullock cart? Have you seen too little? Is there anything worth making a fuss about?"
Wenren Yunshu rarely responded to Liu Mingzhi, gently clamped the horse's belly and galloped towards the old farmer driving the cart.
After a while, the old farmer took a banknote with joy on his face and thanked Wenren Yunshu incessantly.
Wenren Yunshu walked silently towards Young Master Liu holding a big ox in her hand, and her horse followed behind her very obediently.
"Miss Yunshu, what do you want to do? Why do you want to buy a cow?"
"I didn't buy it, I borrowed it. I want to ride a bull, can you help me hold the reins?"
Liu Mingzhi deliberately wanted to refuse, but in the end he nodded mysteriously, turned over, dismounted, walked towards Wenren Yunshu, took the reins from his hand and said, "Come up!"
Wenren Yunshu was startled and looked at Liu Mingzhi blankly, these three words were so familiar yet unfamiliar.
It has been haunting me for more than ten years, but it seems as if it has never appeared, so unreal.
"Wen, why are you so stunned? Come up!"
"oh!"
Wenren Yunshu said very obediently and turned over on the back of the cow.
"Where is your hometown? Although I have been in the capital for a long time, I have not yet been to the old master's former Imperial Master's Mansion to have a look and give directions!"
Wenren Yunshu nodded silently, his thoughts already far away at some point.
What a familiar scene, tossing and turning, reappeared again.
Within a moment of burning incense, Liu Mingzhi and the two stopped in front of Wen Renzheng's former residence. Wen Renyun Shu turned over and got off the cow consciously, looking at Liu Mingzhi who was staring at the door in a daze, his eyes became expectant again.
"Did you remember anything?"
Liu Mingzhi squinted his eyes slightly, and the incomplete images in his mind gradually became clear.
After hearing Wenren Yunshu's words, Liu Mingzhi looked into the distance with some struggle and shook his head silently: "After all, it is the Imperial Master's Palace back then. Although it has not been renovated, it is still magnificent."
"This mansion alone is enough to show how high-spirited the old man was back then."
"Apart from these?"
"What else should there be?"
Wenren Yunshu's already white hands turned even whiter: "It's nothing. Uncle Zong should still be guarding the yard. I'll knock on the door."
Wenren Yunshu climbed up the steps with messy steps and gently knocked on the door a few times.
An old voice sounded from behind the door: "Who is it?"
"Uncle Zong, it's me, Yun Shu!"
"Little miss!"
The man whom Wenren Yunshu called Uncle Zong came from behind the door with a joyful voice. The door opened in response, and an old man in his sixties or seventies came out of the house and looked at Wenren Yunshu in surprise.
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"Little miss, it's really you who are back. Old slave Zongfeng meets the little miss!"
"Uncle Zong, you don't need to be polite, you don't need to be polite!"
Zong Feng was helped up by Wen Ren Yunshu and looked at Wen Ren Yunshu tremblingly: "It has been ten years. This useless old slave finally sees the young lady again."
"Uncle Zong, what did you say? You are not old at all!"
Zong Feng looked expectantly behind Wen Ren Yunshu, but there was no one else except Young Master Liu standing by the door.
The majestic master in his heart still did not appear, Zong Feng sighed silently: "Master still doesn't want to come back? This is his home!"
Wenren Yunshu wanted to ask Grandpa Zongfeng if he had returned, but Zongfeng's words completely dismissed her thoughts.
Wenren Yunshu looked at Zong Feng with a forced smile: "Uncle Zong, grandpa said he has got used to the life in Jiangnan and doesn't want to come back to live permanently for the time being. Don't worry, grandpa is in very good health."
"Don't worry, I'm still in good health. Miss, come in quickly. Is this my uncle?"
Wenren Yunshu had a pretty face, and glanced at Young Master Liu who looked equally embarrassed and shook his head silently: "He is Liu Mingzhi, one of Grandpa's close disciples, not my uncle!"
"Liu Mingzhi?"
Zong Feng immediately reacted and saluted Young Master Liu: "I am an old man with poor eyesight. I have not been able to leave the gate for many years. I didn't know that Duke Dingguo was coming. I didn't welcome him from afar. I'm rude!"
"Old sir, you're welcome. It would be rude for a junior to come here rashly."
"Little miss, please get close to Mr. Ding. I'll ask the servants to prepare wine and food for you."
"Uncle Zong, don't bother. Yun Shu will come back to pick up something and leave. There are still some urgent matters that need to be dealt with."
Zong Feng's mouth trembled a few times, and he nodded in despair: "Since the young lady has something to do, I won't bother you anymore!"
"Uncle Zong, you should go and rest first. Yun Shu is familiar with the house. We can just go there by ourselves."
Zong Feng glanced at the two young masters Liu meaningfully: "That's fine. Now that I'm old, I won't hang out with the young lady, so as not to disturb you and Duke Ding."
Wenren Yun Shufang's heart trembled, and she pretended not to hear Zong Feng's words and walked silently towards the inner courtyard.
Liu Mingzhi rubbed his nose and followed him angrily, feeling a little regretful that he had followed Wenren Yunshu into such "muddy waters".
"ah!"
Wen Ren Yunshu exclaimed and fell backwards. Young Master Liu who was following behind was confused and confused. For a moment, before he could react, Wen Ren Yunshu knocked him out and fell straight towards the artificial lake on the side.
"Fuck!"
Young Master Liu just cursed and fell straight into the lake.
Wenren Yunshu's pretty eyes flashed with cunning, and he looked worriedly at Mr. Liu who was standing in the artificial lake and wiping the water stains on his face.
"Liu, are you okay? The bridge is in disrepair for a long time. I stepped on a warped wooden board and accidentally fell. I didn't expect to hit it!"
Young Master Liu looked at the soaked clothes and glared at Wenren Yunshu with a ferocious face: "Young man named Wen, you sincerely have a problem with me, right?"
"I'm sorry, I'll ask my servants to take you to change clothes immediately. I really didn't mean to do it."
Young Master Liu, with a dark face, waded into the water and walked towards the shore: "Fortunately, I don't have any banknotes with me, otherwise I would have strangled you to death!"
"Are you sorry? The bridge is in disrepair and it was not intentional. How can you forgive me? Can't I apologize to you?"
"Little miss, what's going on?"
The servants who had already learned from Zong Feng that Wenren Yunshu had returned home heard the sound of falling water and hurried over.
"It's okay, it's okay. I accidentally fell into the water. Please take Mr. Liu to find a set of your clothes and change into them first!"
"yes!"
"Go and prepare some clean water for Mr. Liu to bathe!"
"yes!"
"Master Liu, please come here. The younger one will take you to change clothes first!"
Young Master Liu sighed helplessly and had no choice but to follow the servants to change clothes. He did not realize at all how a ninth-grade master could slip and fall, and then hit himself into the lake.
"Come here, I have something to tell you!"
"Miss, please tell me!"
Wenren Yunshu whispered softly to the servant for a moment and then winked at the servant: "I am waiting for you in the pavilion!"
"yes!"
After half a day, the servant hurriedly ran into the pavilion. He suddenly stood up from the stone bench and looked at the servant.
"Do you have?"
"To answer my question, Miss Liu, Mr. Liu does have a scar on his back."
Wenren Yunshu narrowed her pretty eyes and waved her hand to the servant: "I understand, please go down first!"
"Yes, little one, please resign!"
After the servant left, Wenren Yunshu gritted his teeth and looked towards a courtyard with pleased eyes. He held a green jade flute in his hand with white knuckles.
"So it's you? It's you by fate! You heartless man, my aunt has been looking for you for a long time!"