In winter, Liu Yan fell ill.

It is not convenient for some patients to stay in the inn, and the tour is temporarily stopped, and the carriage is in Nange City. Shen Jue bought a small house in the city, and a family of three lived in it.

Liu Yan's disease is not serious, just low fever. Shen Jue looked for a lot of men, but couldn't see any problem, just said that two medicines will be fine. Now she has been ill for seven or eight days, and Shen Jue has also boiled a lot of soup, but Liu Yan's low fever has never stopped. retreat.

Since ordinary decoctions were not helpful, Shen Jue packed up and prepared to travel far away to find some unusual medicines.

It was already winter, and as soon as he opened the door, the cold wind swirled into the house. Shen Jue narrowed his eyes and walked out, closing the door behind him. The sound of footsteps coming from behind was Yimo.

Seeing that he was carrying a burden, Yimo knew what he was going to do, and said, "Don't go."

"Nowhere to go," Shen Jue said, "The low fever has been going on for these days, and I don't want to think about hurting my body any more."

Yimo shook his head and seemed to sigh: "He has always been very thoughtful. How can medicine cure his heart disease."

"Just because of Ji Leping?" Shen Jue was stunned for a moment, then showed annoyance, and said bitterly, "I shouldn't have given him that pill back then, and let him die a long time ago.

Shen Jue was extremely annoyed, and her words became fierce, completely losing her former demeanor. In this world, there are not many people who can make him lose his demeanor, only relatives.

In fact, if he insisted on pulling the relationship, Ji Leping was counted as his relative.

However, this relationship is a bit unclear. In other words, Ji Leping should call Shen Jue brother.

Ji Leping, the eldest son of Ji Jiu. When I was young, I might have read too much and looked a little stupid. Ji Jiu was not at home all the year round, and it was rare to go home. I saw that my son had become a bookworm, full of Confucian sourness. Although he didn't say anything, he was actually disappointed. . Thinking of himself as a general in the army and horses all his life, ordering troops on the battlefield, listening to the sound of swords and swords day and night, although there is a strict order not to allow his son to practice martial arts, but he did not want him to be a bookworm. And it's the worst of the nerdsa mouth full of rotten gas and no opinion of its own.

Ji Jiu has lived a sober and thorough life all his life. The person who has no opinion is the person he most disdains to associate with, but this person is his son.

So every time he saw his son, Ji Jiu felt a little helpless.

But Ji Leping felt that his father looked at him with a chilling coldness, which made him fear. In fact, Ji Jiu didn't treat him badly, but it was because the father and son had been estranged for a long time, and he had been in the military camp for many years, and he was in a high position, so his words and deeds naturally showed a terrifying aura. Where can little Ji Leping be able to stand it?

He couldn't stand it, so he flinched. He was thin when he was young, and his flinching appearance really looked like a dingy little mouse.

Every time Ji Jiu saw the dingy little mouse, he didn't know if he was angry, funny, or distressed.

When Ji Leping grew up, he no longer looked like a little mouse, he was tall and thin, but the dullness in his eyebrows made him look like a dull bamboo pole.

Later, in the last letter written by Ji Jiu, the eldest son was also highlighted, and he ordered his wife to hand over the son to Shen Jue and join the army for three years to wash away the acid and rot.

Ji Jiu was killed in the battle, and the body was wrapped in horse leather. Shen Jue really brought Ji Leping with him after returning to the court, and threw him into the military camp, and started training from the soldiers—Shen Jue didn’t mean to be embarrassed, but he couldn’t see it. Whether it is Shen Qingxuan, who was weak in the first generation, or Ji Jiu, who shines in the annals of history in the second generation, in Shen Jue's eyes, his father is a man who stands above the ground. Even in Shen Jue's heart, Yimo may not have a grandfather. And such a person, who has given birth to such a son, maybe things in the world will be reversed if they are really extreme.

So for Ji Leping, Shen Jue worked even harder.

In less than a year, the sourness of "younger brother" Ji Leping's body has been reduced a lot.

Perhaps it was too eager to achieve success. In the autumn of the second year, there were bandits in Zhangzhou City, and the local prefect sent a letter to the court requesting the arrest of the bandits. Shen Jue held the military power, and this matter naturally belonged to him. He ordered a general, led 3,000 troops to suppress the bandits, and brought Ji Leping with him. And Shen Jue himself did not go there in person.

In the past, Ji Leping used to compete on the school grounds and train troops in the camp. When did he actually go to the battlefield and kill people, this time he followed. As a pawn, he saw the battlefield for the first time, and saw the dead and mutilated limbs. He used to be a nerd, and he managed to get rid of some silverfish in his brain. This time, the stimulation was too severe. He became seriously ill and kept babbling. After half a month, he woke up and lost his mind.

When Shen Jue heard the letter, she rushed to see him. He was very sick. He had a high fever all the time. Even if he woke up occasionally, he was completely insane. Shen Jue had to look around for medicine, and the medicine he found was also extraordinary. It not only rescued people, but also extended Ji Leping's life.

Therefore, when Liu Yan met Ji Leping, Ji Leping was already ninety years old.

Since the escape from death, Ji Leping seemed to have changed as a person. He didn't study at all, left the military camp, and even ran away from home without his mother and his children.

The reason we met in Nange City this time was because of folk rumors that a miraculous doctor came to Jishan Hall in the city, with superb medical skills, like a living Bodhisattva.

The three of Liu Yan's family were strolling along the street, and the audience boasted, so they went to join in the fun, wanting to see what kind of living Bodhisattva it was. In the end, it was Ji Leping with white hair and a cloth.

If he hadn't seen him for decades, he couldn't be sure that Liu Yan was his father at a glance, then Shen Jue, who stood beside Liu Yan and blocked the flow of people for him, recognized him at a glance.

Recognizing Shen Jue and taking another look at the young Liu Yan, Ji Leping knew that there would be no such coincidence in the world that two people who died and disappeared at the same time were just two people who looked alike.

Luckily, he was decades older and never lost his temper and shouted to hell on the spot, but Ji Leping was still bluffed.

Now that he was recognized, Liu Yan looked at his son in the previous life and did not want to avoid it, so he went to the tea house.

In the teahouse, there was a quarrel between the father and son in the previous life. Ji Leping used to be a bookworm, but he was not stupid. There were rumors in the court in previous years. He knew a thing or two about the relationship between Shen Jue and the emperor. Even his father, Ji Jiu, seemed to have an affair with a man, and he knew a little from his mother's unintentional words.

Now Shen Jue called Liu Yan's father, but called another man's father. Ji Leping used his brain to realize that his father had a habit of Longyang!

He didn't know anything about his past, he only insisted on one of Longyang's hobbies, and he became angry, as if Longyang's habit of breaking his sleeves had harmed him.

Ji Leping pointed at Liu Yan and scolded: "Shameless, dirty!"

Liu Yan slapped him in the face, and left without saying anything. Yimo followed him away, leaving Shen Jue behind, and said, "I have always treated you as a human being."

As he spoke, he followed in his father's footsteps and left.

A father and son got together and broke up unhappily. After returning, Liu Yan fell ill.

It wasn't a serious illness, just a low-grade fever that didn't go away, and it didn't even prevent him from moving around. It seemed that the illness had no effect on him, but his body temperature was higher than ordinary people.

Yimo was right, he was just too heavy-hearted. The backlog of things in heart is too much, can't bear it, and it is only relieved by the disease of the body.

Even the panacea could not cure the heart disease, so Shen Jue had to give up the idea of ​​collecting medicine.

In the evening, Liu Yan was reading a book in the house, Shen Jue brought the food into the house, and held a medicine bowl. Liu Yan frowned when he smelled the smell, and smiled helplessly: "It hasn't gotten any better after drinking it for the past few days, so ask for sex."

"No." Shen Jue handed over a black bowl of medicinal juice and said solemnly, "It must be drunk."

Liu Yan took the concoction and didn't know what to think. After looking at him for a long time, he muttered in a low voice, "I only want your son." After that, he poured the concoction and frowned and ate the fruit that Yimo handed over.

Although his voice was soft, the two of them heard it. Although Shen Jue had never been a father, he knew that Liu Yan loved Ji Leping, but now he said such a thing, and he didn't know how much was hidden in a fluttering remark. Frustrated. Yimo laughed aside, looked at Shen Jue and said, "I only want your son." Then he turned to Liu Yan and said, "If you don't give me a son, let's keep this one."

Liu Yan's ears turned red instantly, glanced at him, and did not have a seizure in front of Shen Jue.

The atmosphere relaxed all of a sudden, and those heartaches that were floating in the dark disappeared. Shen Jue smiled and pretended not to hear the last sentence, and sat on the stool to enjoy the meal. He knew it, and Liu Yan also knew that, in fact, Yi Mo is not good at words, and is not good at even comforting people. He deliberately said this, just to change the atmosphere, and did not want Liu Yan to continue to be sad.

Solving problems in your own way is also Yimo's gentle way.

After finishing the meal, Shen Jue tried Liu Yan's forehead, but it was still hot. It seems that today's decoction is useless again, sighed, Shen Jue said: "Dad, there are so many troubles, even if there are, you tell us, it is better to say it. Everything is in the heart. , how can it get better?"

Liu Yan held the book and didn't seem to hear it. Shen Jue had to clean up the dishes and said nothing more.

After the dishes were packed and ready to go, Liu Yan whispered, "I'm getting old."

"Huh?" Not only was Shen Jue surprised, but even Yimo looked at him in surprise, never expecting to hear such a sentence suddenly.

Liu Yan sat on the chair, put down the book, looked at his hands, looked at it for a moment, and said, "It's just that the skin is very young, I'm... old."

Liu Yan said, old.

Really old.

He is just an ordinary person, but he has the memory of three generations, remembers all the people and events that have changed, and remembers the time that passed by around him. The body is still young, youth is young, it is a good time. There is an old and wrinkled heart in the body, densely textured, like the rings of an old tree. Many ups and downs were recorded.

Too many memories and past events, lost time and new space, made him an old man.

Even his own children, who used to call him his father with respect, can insult him against each other.

This world is no longer new to him.

Everything is a function of time.

Liu Yan turned his face sideways, looked at the two beside him, and said slowly, "I'm really old."

As these words fell, a lot of tiredness and sadness suddenly appeared in his eyes, as if in an instant, there were many wrinkles around his eyes, and he looked old.

The father and son beside him blinked at the same time, and then they saw clearly that there was nothing on his face, no wrinkles, no old age, and his skin was smooth and white.

Everything is just an illusion.

However, for the first time, they realized that retrieving the memory of this person for the third time really made him age silently.

For so long, he never said it.

"So," Liu Yan's eyes stayed on Yimo's face, and she said dumbly, "What are you hiding from me? Can you tell me?"

"Imo, I'm really old."

"I can't stand the toss."

"You tell me."

The last sound, close to pleading.

This is a tone he never used when he was young. Even if he asks for help, he always hides his pride.

Now, he is old, and he can't even hold on to his pride. There is only one sentence left

I can't stand the toss.