Miao Feng waved his hand again and again: "Don't get me wrong. No liver will take some time. He's in good shape. Looking back on the past ten years. I also have a comprehension in my heart. The day before yesterday, I left a poem on the back page of the book. And the man was gone. As he spoke, he took out a thin yellow book from his bosom.

It was a hand-copied copy of Zhuangzi's "Wandering Away". Not a lot of space. It's only a few pages long.

Chang Sihao grabbed it and flipped it directly to the back. I saw a few lines of small print written on it: "Let it go when it's time to let go." Don't let it go. Worrying is a heart disease. No one needs to be hurt. Maverick and self-contained. Why do you need a backpack tent. If you want, go on a long trip. The passing road is left with the figure Gu. Walking all over the world, singing non-stop. Have a good life. ”

Chang Sihao finished reading the final payment. Dazed, my heart was full of joy and worry. Rejoice: Liverlessness has apparently been stripped of its shackles. Beyond the pain of losing a son. What worries me is the old man's age. The health is not good. This time he wandered the world alone. It's really life and death. Maybe this poem will become her masterpiece.

Miao Feng took out another small sticker. Chang Sihao took it and opened it. It turned out to be a letter written by Wu Liver to himself.

It reads: "Little Chang My Son: Seeing a letter is like a face.

Child. I was an ignorant woman. Most of them live in a drowsy life. You will not give up. Call me my mother. I've been thinking about it lately. I can't help but be happy in my dreams. Recalling marrying the emperor when he was young. Grooming every day. Hope for him and wait for him. But nine times out of ten, it's empty. I used to think, 'Am I alive?' It's just waiting for this every day. But that's true of everybody. That's how life went on. Later, he followed Concubine Lu Jing to do something wrong. I was scared again. Guilt again. Wait until you have a child. I don't know how to hurt him. Finally loved him but hurt him. This scene in the world. I didn't make a good wife. Didn't do a good sister. Not to mention being a good mother.

What kind of place is the Royal Palace? I can't tell. It's been decades. All that's left in my mind are a few walls. A few window ridges. The palace maids and eunuchs around him are like bricks on the wall. Piece by piece. Layer upon layer. Visible. But I can't remember. The appearance of my son is like a drop of ink into a river. The light and shadow have long been blurred. Leave it to me. It's just that one name and the pain of the heart all day and all night. I saw you and Jaegi that day. Suddenly I felt that it was a wonderful thing to be alive. Tatar, Datong, Alta, Zhongjin. These names and place names speak to me. Just one word. A few words. There is no image, no vividness. Stretch out. Everything in the world. That's true for me. I just understood. I was living in nothingness. It's time to change all that.

Your mother's voice. Pulled me back from my dreams. You are filial to your mother. I'm very good at my sons. Mothers and sons are the same in the world. I know your tears. You and I are not substitutes for whom. Rather, they read each other's feelings for each other. I am very happy about that. Child. You come to Jingshi. You have your own ideas and your retribution. But my mother can see it in your eyes. You are a good child. After all, he couldn't fight the people in the capital. Mother is ignorant and ignorant. I don't know what to say about you, persuade you. In fact, the world has its own heaven. Fortune is not up to anyone. May you be careful. Focus on yourself. Don't be light on national affairs and give your life for ideals. No matter what the future holds. What a step to go to the world. Be kind to yourself. Live well. Be sure to. [Xian Mo: In the previous chapter, Tan Xian said. It's a true word. This chapter is a stipend. See also absence of liver and lungs. Lines. There is no trace of the habit of a concubine. It's all mother's love. It's a mantra. 】

Miao Feng saw that the corners of Chang Sihao's eyes were moist. Persuaded: "Now the liverless is the real happiness from suffering." You should be happy for her. ”

Chang Sihao nodded: "Yes." "Fold the letter carefully. Carry it into your arms. Miao Feng said: "You can also take the book." "Getaway" is a classic of my Taoism. Read it when you have time. It's good for you too. She let out a long exhale. He also said, "My practice method." You really don't want to learn. Pack up your things in a few more days. I'm leaving, too. Chang Sihao was stunned: "What." Real person, do you want to leave too? Miao Feng nodded. Sighed slowly: "Something. People always have to face it. It has been a year since the old emperor died. I'm staying here. It doesn't make much sense. I am going to Hainan to see my master and apologize. We're all old. There are some things that you don't say and do. Just be afraid...... Alas......"

An Bixun leaned closer and said, "Master." I'll talk to the emperor's brother later. Don't want him to be a princess. I'm going to go with you too. Go and see Wu Zu and An Shibo. Miao Feng said: "Silly boy." You are the blood of the royal family. What's good to follow me. An Bixun bowed his head and said, "What's the good of me staying." It's just adding to the troubles. Miao Feng was stunned for a while. Reach out and put his hand on her head. His eyes were full of pity: "That's it." Leave you alone in Beijing. I'm not at ease either. A slight sigh. He raised his face and smiled: "Love is the root of trouble." How many people can be judged in the world. Learn to practice. It's nothing more than a search for chapters and sentences. Cultivate and learn. Always lingering outside the door. See through everything. I can't bear it. Amusing. Amusing. He shook his head again and again. Infinite loneliness [Xianmo: There are many cultivators. Outsiders look chic and profound. 】。

Chang Sihao shook the book in his hand: "Although I haven't read this book. But it's not hard to understand the word "free". I've heard people talk about compassion in Buddhism. It's a great love. Then Zhuangzi talks about leisure. It's nothing more than to make people live happily and freely. Great love is love. Happiness is also love. The real person just said that he wanted to be innate in accordance with the law. Physical. So gifted and humane. Joy, anger and sorrow are naturally casual. And why should you refrain from it? ”

Miao Feng smiled: "You think too simply. It's all about looking at the text and righteousness......" An Bixun said: "Looking at the text and giving birth to righteousness." Was the term originally pejorative? The so-called text is the voice of the heart. Venda Heart. I've always felt like that. Be able to read words and know the heart. It is a shortcut to communicate with the ancients [Xianmo: The ghosts and gods are crying at night for this. 】。 There are too many thoughts in today's people. Always come up with endless meanings behind a word. Turn left and right. Isn't it easier to fall into prejudice [Xian Mo: It is also the author's words of hiding treachery. Do not listen in the face. 】。 As he said. People are not plants. How can it be ruthless. No indulgence, no arbitrariness, no suppression. Do as one pleases. To the world. It's more like a natural avenue. ”

Miao Feng was stunned for a moment. It seems to be emotional. Zhimu chanted: "Ten thousand things are done." The rest is divided into north, south, west and east. How can the clay elephant get through. It's like a dumb man talking about a dream. I didn't expect you two children to be simple. But it can be psychic. Alas. I've been all these years. It's really a dumb man's dream. It's been in vain. ”

An Bixun smiled: "Fa Fa Fa Yuan can't. Empty and empty is not empty [Xianmo: Everything is empty. Spirituality is not empty. Therefore, emptiness is not emptiness. 】。 Silence and silence are the same. In the dream, he once said that he dreamed. Useful and useless. Reactive power is used in practice. Also if ripe natural red. ”

These words of Ziyang real person Zhang Boduan. This is what Myotoyo usually teaches. At this moment, I listen to my daughter's groan. How to not know what it means. She smiled heartily. No more sadness.

An Bixun said: "Brother Xiaochang." Today is a small year. The emperor wants to feast on the ministers [Xianmo: Xiao Nian sacrifices to the sky. Longqing led people to a ceremony. Xiao Chang will not like to hear it. Nor will the reader love to read it. So the seduce is here. In order to get rid of boredom. And there will be no liver to end. Lay out for the rest of the text. Mention at this point. Knowing that it is going to lead back to the text. 】。 I heard that Lord Qi also specially recommended the Kun opera troupe to help the fun. Isn't it. ”

Chang Sihao's heart flipped over. Hurriedly asked: "Who said that the troupe was recommended by Master Qi." ”

An Bixun smiled, "Is this a secret?" Everybody knows that. ”

Chang Sihao is in a hurry. Xiang Miaofeng hurriedly bowed: "Real person." I have something urgent to do. It's rude. An Bixun said: "Are you going to see the emperor?" I'll go too. Miao Feng said: "You can say anything at any time." Why rush today. An Bixun said, "Master." I'm going to go anyway. Watch a play by the way. What's tight. ”

Miao Feng knew that her daughter had been working hard with her over the years. I don't usually have much entertainment. This time I left Beijing. Maybe there will be no chance to come back in this life and this life. Let her make some memories. Look at her at the moment with a lot of interest. I couldn't help but sigh softly. He waved his hand. [Xianmo: It's gone. To go is to get away with it. Say no. It's a pleasure. It's about controlling your mind. It's not that I'm happy when I watch a play. It's always so calm and at ease. That's what it's called leisure. Those who are not detained by foreign affairs and foreign affairs are truly free. 】