Love is More Than a Word - Chapter 116

116 Anju Leye Eight

The mist lingered, and the mountain scenery was still closed.

Gu She parked the carriage at the foot of the mountain and walked up the mountain with Tao Mo in a basket.

Facing the lush green forest, the breeze and coolness rushed in. Tao Mo couldn’t help rubbing his nose and looked up at Gu She.

But he saw his back so lonely, as if bathed in grief.

“I, I wrote a poem.” Tao Mo said suddenly.

Gu She stepped in, his shoulders seemed loose, “Oh?”

Tao Modao: “Do you want to listen?”

Gu She said: “Well.”

Tao Modao: “Ping Chi may not be right.”

Gu She said: “Well.”

“It may not be too rhyming.” He has been through the wind and moon, and he knows a few things about the basic principles of poetry.

“Well.”

“Not too neat.”

Gu She directly asked, “What about poetry?”

Tao Mo cleared his throat and looked up: “Wind, wind, wind.”

“…”

“Blowing faces.”

“…”

“Clear and refreshing.”

“…”

“Two people walking by a stream.”

“…”

After finishing his poems, Tao Mo looked anxiously at Gu She’s back. In his heart, he hoped he encouraged himself and felt that he had done a terrible job. Gu She still had to speak well. “How is it?” After a long silence, he finally couldn’t help asking.

Gu She slowly said: “I am experiencing a clear and refreshing mood.”

Tao Mo blushed, “I, I ugly.”

“No, there is progress.” Gu Shedao said, “at least you have carried Luo Bin’s “Goose”.”

Tao Mo surprised: “How to know?”

Gu She looked back, smiling.

Tao Mo stopped and his heart fluttered like a jump, until Gu She’s back was about to disappear in the winding path, then he was shocked and quickly caught up.

As we walked halfway up the mountain, many pilgrims came and went. When we saw the rising red eaves and yellow walls on the mountain, Tao Mo knew that there was a temple on the mountain.

“My mother was buried in the back mountain.”

Gu She led him through the temple.

On the way to Houshan, there are fewer pilgrims and people are getting thinner.

Tao Mo saw a tea shed beside the trail and couldn’t help wondering: “Why is this herbal tea shop open in Houshan?”

Gu Shewen looked away, his face condensing.

Tao Mo was startled by the coldness on his body.

“There are always boring people in the world.” Gu She said coldly, and walked down the path without looking back.

After passing the tea shed, Tao Mo glanced inwards curiously. There was only one middle-aged scribe in the shed, with a strong face.

The two looked at each other, and Tao Mo burst into his heart, hurriedly diverting his eyes.

“Little brother.” The middle-aged scribe suddenly called him.

Seeing Gu She’s figure getting smaller and smaller, Tao Mo anxiously said, “What’s the matter, sir?”

Middle-aged scribe: “It’s boring to sit alone, can the younger brothers be willing to accompany?”

Tao Modao: “I am coming with my friends, it is not convenient to stay.”

Middle-aged scribe: “Are you going to worship the ancestors?”

Tao Mo was anxious and said, “Yes. I still have something to do. I will discuss it with my husband next time.”

The middle-aged scribe gave a slight smile, and immediately two big men jumped out of the roadside, stopping Tao Mo from going.

Tao Mo stared angrily at the middle-aged scribe.

Middle-aged scribes: “There is only one way here, it won’t be lost.”

Tao Moqiang depressed his inner uneasiness and stared at him, “What do you mean?”

The middle-aged scribe pointed at the stool beside him and said, “I just want to invite you to sit down.”

Tao Mo looked at the way out of Gu She’s figure, and walked helplessly to his position and sat down.

“Where is the little brother? Who else is in the family?” the middle-aged scribe asked.

Tao Mo explained one by one.

The middle-aged scribe said: “Oh? It turns out that the family of the little brother was buried here.”

Tao Mo busy said: “No, I just came with him.”

“He?” The middle-aged scribe said, “But he is the friend you just said?”

Tao Mo nodded.

Middle-aged scribe: “You have a good relationship with your friends.”

Tao Mo lowered his head and said nothing. He knew that his relationship with Gu She was not secular, and of course he would not reveal it at will.

Middle-aged scribes said: “If it is not very good, he will not invite you to worship the ancestors.”

Tao Modao: “How do you know?”

The middle-aged scribe did not answer, but instead asked, “I don’t know why the little brother makes a living?”

Tao Mo watched him alertly.

The middle-aged scribe smirked with laughter: “Little brothers don’t have to be nervous, this officer is not a bad guy.”

“Official?” Tao Mo was startled.

The middle-aged scribe said: “It’s true that I’m not a big official with power, but I’m always a man with a head and a face in Beijing, and I’m not a rookie. I look at the younger brother’s young age and extraordinary temperament. Get acquainted and never malicious.”

Tao Mo saw that the servant around him was a tall man, and he couldn’t help but believe a little, “Speaking of it, I’m also an official.”

“Oh?” the middle-aged scribe asked with interest, “Is it just transferred to Beijing to fill the gap?”

Tao Mosi remembered Gu She and saw that he had a long talk, and quickly cut the mess: “No, I am the county official of Tanyang County.”

The middle-aged scribe saw him saying that the magistrate had no inferiority complex and nodded secretly. “It’s not easy to be an official.”

Tao Mo thought of what the old man with white beard said to him yesterday, and said: “As long as you have the righteousness in your heart, it is not difficult.”

The middle-aged scribe shook his head and said: “Rivers and rivers enter the sea, and it is inevitable that they will converge.

Tao Modao: “Then don’t go into the sea, the water of the river is only in the river, and it can naturally maintain a clean stream.”

The middle-aged scribe smiled and said, “What if the ups and downs are the sea?”

Tao Modao: “There are always like-minded people.”

Middle-aged scribes said: “But the sea is on the top of the river. If it can’t flow with it, it will be flooded and the end will be the same.”

Tao Mo was stunned and hesitantly said: “This… but if he was with his fellows, there would be no rivers.”

The middle-aged scribe also said: “Even if it enters the sea and is contaminated with saltiness, after all, the river is a river. As long as there is a clear stream in your heart, you can always do what you can. It is better than handing over a large area to the sea.”

Since Tao Mo became an official, he has never imagined how to fulfill his duties and enforce the law, but he never thought of the words of a middle-aged scribe.

When the middle-aged scribe saw him tangled, he laughed and said, “It’s too early for you to say this. I just felt it. The little brother doesn’t have to worry about it.”

Tao Mo bowed his head and pondered for a long time: “Yes, I haven’t encountered this before, and I can’t figure out what I will do. However, the rivers will get infected, but the lotus can produce silt without staining. I can’t tell. What is the reason, I just think why do rivers and rivers, why not do lotus?”

The middle-aged scribes looked at him, “How can the lotus be as long as the river?”

Tao Modao said: “When Xianzhi told me a story, he mentioned that many people died in his early years but his name was a long history. I think that if it can be so, it will be considered long.”

The middle-aged scribe said: “I ask you, a person who has only done one good thing for the people for thirty years, and a person who has done ten good things for the people for one year but only one year. More useful?”

Tao Modao: “Everything works.”

The light flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged scribe.

Tao Modao: “Why do you want to do good things, do one thing and do ten things? Why do you have to be high or low?”

The middle-aged scribe looked at him staring blankly, and suddenly seemed to figure out something, and laughed: “Well said, since they all care about the people, why should they be divided into high and low, and why should they be distinguished between good and bad, and why should they be divided?”

Tao Mo saw that he laughed so happily, he couldn’t help but also laugh.

Middle-aged scribe: “The friend of the little brother must have waited for a long time.”

Tao Mo thought of Gu She, and stood up in panic. “Yes, yes. Let’s say goodbye!” He rushed out two steps and turned back, “I haven’t asked for the name of the high surname.”

The middle-aged scribe smiled and said: “Frustrated.”

“Shi Yiren?” Tao Mo saluted. “Here is Tao Mo.” He said, and followed the trail all the way.

The smile of the middle-aged scribes gradually narrowed, reaching for the tea on the table, but it was already cold.

“Master.” The owner of the tea shed came out from the back. “Whether to go to the bureau to do some work, so that Tao Mo will soon…”

The middle-aged scribes waved their hands and said, “It’s not easy to meet a land suitable for oneself, so why raise seedlings? I can see that he is not a craving for power, what’s the difference between an official and an official? He loves to do lotus, so he does A lotus that doesn’t meet the mud. It is also a blessing to watch Tan Yang’s home and live in peace and prosperity….For him, all I can do is this.”

The Tea Shed boss suddenly said: “Yes.”

Tao Mo ran to the end of the trail with sweat, and saw Gu She standing silently in front of the grave. The grave is surrounded by a variety of flowers, which is very beautiful. He stood in the flower, just like the person in the painting, and wondered whether the flower became a painting or the painting became him.

“I’m sorry, I’m late.” He took out the incense and knelt in front of the grave with respectfully knocked three loud heads, and said softly: “Mother. I’m…”, although… He shot him as his wife, and even the old general called him his grand-daughter-in-law. So, hesitated for a while, he changed his mouth, “I am married to the string. He is very good, better than all I can imagine. I will treat him well, never leave, white-headed and old.” He plugged in. Fragrant, stand up.

The wind blows and the sea of ​​flowers turns.

Gu She said: “My mother likes you very much.”

Tao Mo’s eyes were bright and he asked shyly: “What if there is no wind?”

Gu She said: “She will still like you very much.”

Tao Mo looked at him suspiciously.

Gu Shedao: “Because I like it.”

Tao Mo’s cheeks are redder than flowers.

After Shangxiang left, Tao Mo talked about the frustrated person he met and talked about the two people talking, but Gu She said nothing.

Towards the tea shed, Tao Mo found that the tea shed was gone.

“Ah? Obviously still there.” He pointed to the tea shed where he was, and was speechless in surprise.

Gu She’s negative hand went up.

Tao Mo caught up, “Really, I really met here before…”

“I know.” Gu shot.

When Tao Mo thought of it, the tea shed was on the roadside, and Gu Sheli saw it, relieved in his heart, and said, “That person is so popular, he deserves to be an official in Beijing.”

Gu She said: “Do you like him?”

Tao Mo was taken aback and almost fell. “Of course not. I just thought that if I had half of his temperament at his age, he would not have lost his life.”

Gu She said lightly: “You are you, he is him.”

Tao Mo glanced at Gu She’s complexion, and when he saw that he was not displeased, he smiled and said, “Also.”

Near noon, the two came down from the mountain.

Hao Guoguo and Gu Xiaojia looked at the intersection and saw that they greeted them immediately.

Gu Xiaojia pulled Gu She aside and whispered, “I just saw…”

“Huh.” Gu She cut him off.

Gu Xiaojia said: “Your son met? Has the son ever thought of… turning back?”

Gu Shedao: “None of the same path, why bother each other.”

“but……”

Gu She said: “He is very good, I am also very good, so that’s fine.” After all, he turned on the carriage.

Hao Guoguo saw Gu Xiaojia staying in the same place silly, he could not help but bumped his arm and said: “What do you want?”

Gu Xiaojia sighed: “If the two feelings are long, how can they be in the sky?”

Hao Guoguo was startled and said, “Gu Gongzi and my young master will be separated?”

Gu Xiaojia didn’t have a good air: “No! The son and his wife are newly married Yaner, how can they be separated?”

Hao Guoguo said: “What do you mean?”

“Isn’t it okay to read poetry?” Gu Xiaojia glared at him and turned to get into the cowl.

Hao Guoguo frowned: “It’s clearly a word.”

Four of them have not eaten since they got up early. Fortunately, the inn was not far from here.

Hao Guoguo went to the parking, Gu Xiaojia jumped and tried to enter the inn, but was stopped by two energetic guards at the door of the inn.

Gu Xiaojia said angrily: “Who are you?”

Jin Zuoke looked at Gu She and Tao Modao, who were following him: “Who are you Gu Guzhi?”

Gu Xiaojia stood guard before Gu shot, “Who are you?”

Gu She glanced up and down at him and said, “Oichi guard?”

(End of this chapter)