"Stop." Lu Zhun stood at the door of the Tibetan Scriptures Pavilion, "Send to Wumingju?"

The disciple held the food box and nodded. Lu Zhun pointed his finger at it. That day, Rong Luoyun hurried to Hanzhou. Since returning from the fight, he has not left Wuming Residence for three days, so it is not mysterious.

"Give it to me." He took the food box and decided to deliver it himself.

Soon after the fall, the ginkgo tree has fallen leaves and is yellow, like a small fan falling on the gravel. Lu Zhun pushed open the small door, the elegant scenery was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to step on the fallen leaves.

Walking out the window, he whispered, "Second brother?"

The casement was half closed, and a voice came from inside: "Here, come in."

Lu Zhun walked around the room and said, "Second brother, it's time to eat." He put the food box on the table, small crispy fish, white porridge, and that's all, "This is not enough to eat, can't the kitchen be lazy?"

Rong Luoyun said, "Practicing these few days, I will feel sleepy when I'm full." After washing his hands, he didn't rub it. He walked to the table and slapped Lu Zhun's face like a doll, "Why are you here to deliver it?"

As I said earlier, Lu Zhun was like a local dog, he was slightly amused, and he couldn't help showing joy from head to toe. With honey on his mouth, he answered neither ashamed nor ashamed, "I miss my second brother."

Facing the small window, you can see the cloudless blue sky outside. Lu Zhun suddenly became interested, knowing that Rong Luoyun had a kite, he turned his face to look at the wall.

He was stunned, the swallow kite was hanging every day and changed positions.

What's terrifying is that it was replaced by a portrait of Huo Linfeng.

"Second brother!" He suddenly shouted, so frightened that Rong Luoyun bit the tip of his tongue. "Why are there portraits hanging there?!" What he meant was, why would you hang a portrait of Huo Linfeng in your Rong Luoyun's bedroom?

Rong Luoyun thought wrongly: "Because that wall is facing the bed, I can enjoy it when I lie down."

Lu Zhun was stunned, admiring Huo Linfeng's portrait? Plum orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, green pines and cypresses, and beautiful pictures of delicate drops, what can't you appreciate? Could it be that there is a mystery in that painting?

He got up and walked to the wall, stared up, and saw the inscription in the painting. My love is in the wind, what does "my love" mean?

The little God of Wealth looked panicked, turned around, and looked at Rong Luoyun like a goose. When the other party was full and put down his chopsticks, he asked, "Second brother, I'll go to the painter later to paint a picture of me, can you hang me?"

Rong Luoyun wiped his mouth: "What are you doing?"

Lu Zhun said anxiously, "Then what are you doing to Huo Linfeng! Can't ward off evil spirits?!"

Such a loud voice made all the magpies on the beam leave their nests, and the light gauze curtains shook. Rong Luoyun was indifferent, tucked a dried apricot into his mouth, and muttered: "Huo Linfeng returned to Saibei, I couldn't see it, so I saw the painting and thought of people."

It's better not to answer this answer, the anger is also the little God of Wealth.

Lu Zhun's heart was in a mess, and he was stuck in a ball, making him full of doubts but speechless. He turned out of the bedroom, walked out, stepped on the yellow leaves on the gravel, and when he left the garden, he saw Diao Yuliang's child.

"Fourth, come quickly!"

Diao Yuliang, who was wearing a newly cut jacket, ran over when he heard the sound, and asked in a daze, "Third brother, do you think my clothes look good?"

Lu Zhun complimented: "It's so beautiful, you are the kind of young Merry." After boasting, he had an idea, "You need a delicate jade pendant for such beautiful clothes. How about the third brother give you one?"

Diao Yuliang said happily: "Go, go to your hidden gold pavilion!" He hugged Lu Zhun's arm, but was embraced by the other party, and put his arms around his shoulders instead. Lu Zhun hooked up with him and asked, "Tell me first, what's going on with the second brother and Huo Linfeng?"

Seeing that Diao Yuliang seemed puzzled, Lu Zhun asked more bluntly: "Are the second brother and Huo Linfeng very close? For example, do they meet each other from time to time?"

Meeting can be considered close, Diao Yuliang said, "I even kissed the forehead."

The little God of Wealth's eyes are splitting, facing this simple child, he can't kiss, two adult men kiss the forehead? ! Rong Luoyun loves him, pets him, and is used to him, but he has never kissed his forehead...

He asked, "Anything else?"

Diao Yuliang recalled carefully: "The first time I went to Lingbi Tang, the second brother was frightened by falling into the water, and Brother Huo hugged him and coaxed him for a long time. The second time I went to Lingbi Tang, something must have happened between the second brother and Brother Huo, but I didn't guess. arrive."

Lu Zhun tightened his grip: "Tell me now, third brother will help you guess."

Diao Yuliang said in a low voice, "I went back to the shore from training, and the second brother was lying in the carriage, as if he was exhausted. The strange thing was that his body was covered with red marks." But I thought later that his hair was wet and his fingers seemed to have been soaked for a long time, so he must have been in the water."

Lu Zhun took a deep breath, only two words left in his mind - red mark.

"The most surprising thing is that the second brother dared to go into the water alone." Diao Yuliang said, "I also found that they always let me sleep alone at night. When the second brother was sick, Brother Huo secretly came to take care of him, and hugged me again. Kiss again, I saw it all."

Every time he said a word, Lu Zhun's face darkened, and the little God of Wealth became a little God of Plague.

He is no longer an ignorant child, and after hearing all the details, there is no need to guess. Turn around and walk back, without entering the house, go to the window and open two small windows.

In the room, Rong Luoyun stood in front of the painting, looking up at the returning general.

Lu Zhun asked aloud, "Second brother, are you like this all the time?"

Rong Luoyun didn't move: "Yes, I can't see enough."

So happy, so undisguised, Lu Zhun was caught off guard. "Then you and Huo Linfeng..." Lu Zhun hesitated, "What's the relationship..."

Rong Luoyun said, "The two are in love with each other."

If Diao Yuliang's words were small needles, then Rong Luoyun's confession would be like a heavy hammer. Lu Zhun held the window lattice steady, stunned and panicked, his lips trembling and he was speechless.

After a long while, he spat out the word "broken sleeve".

Rong Luoyun turned to look at him, smiled warmly, and nodded lightly. The red scarf and green sleeves were not what he thought. Between heaven and earth, he only entangled with Huo Linfeng to cut off his sleeves.

Based on his nature, this affair should never be revealed, but now, when the people of Sri Lanka traveled thousands of miles away, it was hard enough for him to end up looking at a painting and thinking of love.

The sour water in his chest was accumulating more and more, and it was going to swell to death. Therefore, when others mentioned it, he did not avoid it. Others noticed, he didn't hide it. Others asked brightly, and he answered nakedly.

Rong Luoyun got closer, raised his hand to touch the face in the painting, and wanted to ask—are you home yet?

At this moment, in the courtyard, a pigeon with gray feather pea eyes flew to Chang'an in the rainy season, and it has only returned today. The little thing hovered for a moment, followed the sound to the window, and flew past Lu Zhun towards Rong Luoyun.

Touching his fingers to catch it, Rong Luoyun took off the note from pigeon feet.

There are only a few words on the paper, but after reading it, my eyes are suddenly shocked.

...

"Master, how come there are so many people!"

"Applause!" Huo Linfeng tightened the reins and rode his horse for many days. In front of it is the gate of the city, and if you look at it from a distance, it seems to be crowded with people.

He wanted to go to the barracks first, but upon seeing this, he said, "Let's go and have a look."

As we got closer, we could vaguely hear the voices of the people. Once we reached the gate of the city, everyone lined up on both sides of the road, making way for a wide road. The guards on guard all clasped their fists together: "Welcome the little Marquis!"

Huo Linfeng made a sound in the future, and a large number of people also shouted: "Welcome the little Marquis!"

What a big battle, Xiaohou Ye wiped his face, lest the wind and dust all the way damage his handsomeness. He summoned the chief soldier who guarded the city gate and said, "I'll take everyone's wishes, evacuate as soon as possible, and I'll go to the military camp first."

The chief soldier reported: "Little Marquis, Marquis is in the mansion and told you to go home first."

Huo Linfeng was slightly startled. His father had always been slightly injured and could not get off the line of fire. Could it be that his injury was getting worse? Not daring to delay any longer, he swung his sword and whip, and immediately rushed to the Dingbei Houfu.

Along the way, the appearance has changed a little, the drooping child has grown taller, and the old man selling cakes is even more hunched.

It was like yesterday when left, and now come back, and it seems like years have passed.

When he was outside the Hou residence, Huo Linfeng got off his horse and galloped, and stopped when he stepped over the threshold. Saibei was cold, and the old butler of the gatekeeper actually put on a small jacket, with jacket sleeves on his back, and stood in the doorway facing him.

Behind him, the servant girl, the groom and the gardener, and the dim-witted grandmother. People are so tidy, Qing waits, hits Chang'an's will, and waits like this every day after finishing work.

Huo Linfeng is unprecedented, a little scared: "I'm back..."

I don't know who will call out "Young Master" first, cry and sing a big play. The crowd flocked, and the maids knew how to avoid suspicion. The maid, butler, relied on his qualifications and old age, and rubbed him well.

With quick legs, he went to the inner courtyard to report the news, and every house was ready to catch the wind.

Huo Linfeng was surrounded, walked through the front yard, and saw the magnolia tree by the porch. Without stopping, he entered the main hall, went straight out the side door, and walked to the main hall in one breath.

There was no one in the chair, and Huo Zhao liked to sit here on weekdays, rubbing his sword and reading, and nagging some words to teach him. He opened the lacquer box on the table, and the bean cakes, steamed pears, and candied flower slices were all prepared for him.

Huo Linfeng left in a hurry, passed the hanging flower gate, and saw the bell on the hanging lotus column. Meizi didn't know when she came, and said, "The autumn wind is strong, and when the bell rings at night, Madam always has a startled dream."

Huihui came out with clothes on, but Huihui was all in vain.

Huo Linfeng's heart suddenly became sour, he jumped, and the bell rang.

He flew into the inner courtyard, outside the Buddhist hall, Bai's coat and skirt with a jade hairpin, holding a handkerchief, stood under the eaves. "Mother!" He shouted loudly, rushed over, stretched his arms to embrace Bai Shi, ignoring his decency.

Bai Shi slapped his shoulder: "Don't make a fool of yourself, let your mother down."

Huo Linfeng let go of his hand: "Mother, I'm back." He looked carefully, the man's house was full of caring words and was embarrassed to say it.

Suddenly, when he saw a figure flashing through the window of the north house, he asked, "Is my father in the room?"

Bai Shi said, "Go and have a look."

When Huo Linfeng heard the words, he went. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Huo Zhao sitting on the edge of the couch. Huo Zhao also raised his eyes to look at him, no matter what the injury was, those eyes were always sharp and undiminished.

The father and son hadn't seen each other for more than half a year, and they looked at each other in silence, so calm that the room froze.

After a long time, Huo Linfeng walked up to Huo Zhao, bent his knees, and supported Huo Zhao's knees in a childlike manner. He raised his face and knew what his father wanted to hear the most. He took out the military talisman and the military book. The book recorded the number of troops, the categories of water, land, cavalry, and archery, as well as the situation of troops used in various places.

He said, "I have never slackened, and I have done my duty."

After Huo Zhao finished reading, he put his big hand on Huo Linfeng's shoulder and said the first sentence: "The red scarf is ready, and you will be in command of the army tomorrow. You are solely responsible for this battle."

Huo Linfeng responded, "Yes, my subordinates take orders."

Not a word of concern, not a word of sincerity, only a military order that cannot be disobeyed. Huo Linfeng knew that all the waiting and worry were probably secretly peering through the window.

Unexpectedly, the big hand on his shoulder moved slightly and patted his cheek.

Huo Zhao spit out, "I've lost weight."

This tired bird returns to its cage, and the other is ready to move.

Thousands of miles away, Anonymous was in the middle, with the eyes of sparks as big as needles, and the note gradually burned into a pinch of ashes. Rong Luoyun sat on the couch, cut the paper and dipped it in ink, and gently wrote the pen under the pouring sunlight.

After more than ten years, he will return to Chang'an.

Written in two words - see you.