Analysis of "Sword Turning over the Old Calendar"

On a cloudy day, the scarlet window bar was not dry, and the green slate left mottled water marks.

The green onions in the garden were washed away by the rain all night, clear and lush, and the bronze tripod in the middle was filled with rain last night.

Leaning alone on the south-facing window, you can see the scenery below. The woman rubbed Zhu Shazhi's forehead with difficulty, and her head began to hurt again. It's like tearing her nerves, even her hands twitching with her head supporting. She fought back the pain and tried to smile.

Business has been slow recently, so let's steal for half a day. Casting swords is not her interest, but just a means of making a living. She really doesn't want to stay by the fire all day. But now that I'm free, I don't know what to do.

Yi Xiu didn't want to think about it any more, but his headache eased a little. He inexplicably popped up "When will the west wind return?" I don't want to change it secretly, "so I shook my head and drove away these confused thoughts."

Looking down, a boy of about sixteen or seventeen walked into the front yard. She couldn't help but stand up straight and watched with interest as the teenager walked into her sword-casting workshop.

Apollo greeted him, nodded slightly at the boy and welcomed him in: "What do you need, son?"

The boy is in rags, with only a pair of determined eyes, and glows stubbornly in the gray weather. He bowed deeply to the old man: "Ask the chess master for a sword."

The old man smiled and extended his hand to the young man. "I'm flattered! The old man is not a chess master. Just a moment, please. I'll ask the lady to come down. "

The boy's expression was a little surprised. When the old man turned around, he muttered, "Xiu turned out to be a woman? ! "The old man didn't look back, just smiled slightly.

Yixiu quietly stared at the young man's face from the window on the second floor, and there was a stubbornness in his eyes commensurate with his age-this is the look in the eyes of this hot-blooded age. For a while, such eyes touched her heart, and somehow, it seemed that something forgotten had been picked up again.

"Miss, there are guests downstairs." The voice of the aftermath sounded behind her, and Yi Xiu turned around and walked slowly, laughing at the old man intentionally or unintentionally: "Afterglow, you are paying more and more attention to efficiency now!" The old man smiled and was not angry.

Go downstairs together. When the boy saw a break, he hurried forward and fell down. "Please ask Master Yixiu to give me a sword!"

"Well, stand up and say." Yixiu didn't help him, so he picked a seat and sat down alone, with his head propped up in his hand, rubbing Zhu Shazhi's eyebrows hard, and his headache began to intensify.

Gradually, the boy raised his eyes and saw a delicate face. He couldn't help taking a deep breath. I can't believe this woman is the best sword maker. God seems to have forgotten to call her back to heaven, so she will be left on earth, right?

Yixiu seemed to realize the teenager's gaffe and said to Yu Bo, "Yu Bo, we forgot to serve tea to our guests." The teenager realized this, moved his eyes awkwardly, bowed respectfully to Yixiu, and then stood up and said, "Please ask Master Yixiu to give me a sword to avenge my death."

Chen with his head propped up, "oh? But my weapons here are very expensive. I don't think you can afford them. "

"yes! My whole family was killed by Yan Ancheng, who was the commander of the fighters. I'm lucky to get my life back. Of course, I can't afford the sword repaired by Master Yi. " The boy was supercilious and his voice was clear, and even Apollo, who brought tea, was moved.

Yixiu took the tea and ignored the boy's excited expression. "You know you can't afford the money, why did you come to me?" Say that finish drink a mouthful of tea, put the cup on the corner of the table, got up to go.

"Because I believe that a sword maker like Xiu should be able to distinguish between right and wrong, have a good heart to punish evil and help me avenge and save the world!" The boy was very excited and his eyes sparkled. He took a step and straightened up to stop Yi Xiu.

"Young man," Yixiu stopped, not anxious or annoyed. "Weapons have no distinction between good and evil and right and wrong. That's because of people, it will become a tool to kill people or the capital of heroic deeds, but in any case, killing people is illegal, isn't it? The justice of this world will not be in the hands of those who hold swords. " She stared at the boy's eyes. "Besides, even if I give you the best sword, can you avenge your family?"

"In any case, as long as I have breath, I must take revenge!" The teenager opened his eyes angrily, and his eyes were persistent and almost crazy. Take a step back, sit back to the original position, shook his head, sighed, and gave me a weak smile. He asked the young man in front of him, "What's your name?"

"Jiang" young people hold their heads high and gracefully spit out three words from their mouths.

"Good", Yixiu seems to have made a major decision, saying, "Yan's sword was made by my father at that time. This is really a rare good sword today. I'm afraid there are not many swords that can match it in the world. I have a rusty one here. You can have a try. Then come and get the sword tomorrow. "

The boy's expression turned into surprise, and he jumped up like a child. "Zhuo rust?" Is it the sword rust of the all-powerful son of that year? "

"But on one condition." A show of clear eyes drove away half the joy of the teenager, and the teenager raised his head. "Thank you, Master Yi Xiu, I can promise anything!"

"It's not difficult. You just need to catch your breath and send the rust back. " Nineteen is an understatement.

"But ... but what if I can't get revenge and get killed instead?" The teenager is a little uneasy. This assumption has appeared countless times in his dreams, and it should be the most likely situation he thinks: mutually assured destruction. However, perhaps even "mutually assured destruction" is a luxury.

Without showing a trace of expression, Yixiu said palely, "Then I'll trade these rust for your life. Here's the sword. Come and get your sword tomorrow! " He stood up and left the room.

Back to her own building, Yixiu leaned against the window and took a deep breath. The begonia in the garden outside the window became interesting and suddenly became dull in her eyes. I wonder how long this cloudy weather will last.

Jasmine was lit in the room, and a column of smoke climbed into the air along the gauze curtain hanging on the bed, which was peaceful and quiet.

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind the veil. "You shouldn't give the sword to such a reckless young man and weigh the pros and cons."

Yixiu suddenly frowned and shouted at the shadow behind the curtain: "Do you understand the feeling of our world?" With that, she left, causing a stir in Molly's smoke column and flying around.

There was a depressing silence in the room. It was a long time before a sigh came from behind the curtain.

two

Zhujiange

Even in winter, the temperature here is unbearable, and flowers are still in full bloom.

"Young lady, these are the recently inlaid swords. Please have a look. " Apollo neatly stacked the swords of the same color on the chopping board, and took a break to pick them up. The cold light of the sword reflects her face, and the new sword is always too sharp. "Wow" put the sword in its sheath, and picked up another sword to check it over and over again, until all the swords on the chopping board were checked, and I took a break to breathe a sigh of relief. I took a towel and wiped the thin and dense sweat oozing from my forehead.

"He is in a hurry to this batch of swords. We should speed up. " Yixiu flipped through the yellow calendar hanging on the wall, and the calendar had already been soaked by the sultry air. "Apollo will not accept any business from tomorrow until I cast a burning sword." The aftermath nodded. "I understand." "Oh, and the sword promised to the child, just give it to him tomorrow." "Yes, I remember."

"Well, I hope this burning solar energy will satisfy him." After a break, the nerves in the brain were torn again by holding down the magic map.

"Young lady, I really don't understand. Yan is obviously a person who is punished by everyone and then quickly. Why do you want to help him cast a sword? Besides? ……"

Hugh waved Apollo to stop, lit a stove around him, watched the flame burn the black iron red bit by bit, and remained silent. Apollo hung his hand and stood by, only two fires beating in his eyes.

"Apollo, we are just casting swords. There is nothing wrong with these things that unite our efforts. Even if my sword is not made for Yan 'an City, I can't guarantee that it will find the right owner. " A show a face calmly said these words, but Apollo know how many helpless. No one has the ability to change a world, all people are small and precious, and there is only one good person and one bad person. Is there really a distinction between justice and evil in the rivers and lakes with swords and shadows? Who is justice when justice is done with a sword?

Yixiu picked a good piece of black iron and put it in the casting furnace. "You have to take more responsibility for things outside Apollo." A Hugh smiled. Apollo got the message and walked out of the casting Jiange. The iron gate behind him creaked and closed slowly, blocking the last ray of light.

The weather has begun to clear up gradually, and the water stains accumulated on the ground have faded a little, so the weather that is about to clear up can always make people feel comfortable inexplicably. Yu Bo stretched himself, but unexpectedly found a white woman kneeling at the door of the building.

"No, no, girl, please get up quickly." Apollo rushed to meet him.

The woman in white looked up, her misty eyes full of pear blossoms and rain. "Please let me meet the child zhuo. Life is a matter of life. Please help me! " Endless sadness.

"Get up and talk," Apollo sighed softly. "Fortunately, there are people remember childe zhuo. Just, how do you know all this? "

"So, Zhuo Gongzi is really in Lancang?" The woman refused to rub her unconscious knee and grabbed Apollo's skirt with her hand. "Please take me to see him!" But his feet went soft and he fell headlong. Apollo helped her into the house and made Tieguanyin. The woman in white said with tea in her hand, "My brother is suffering from a strange disease and will soon die. I heard that there is an old doctor on Taoshan and asked him to help my brother. The doctor promised to save my brother, but ... but he asked me to exchange a famous sword. "

"oh? So, the whereabouts of Gongzi Zhuo was also told by this imperial doctor? " Apollo frowned thoughtfully. Not many people in this world remember Gongzi Zhuo, and even fewer people know the whereabouts of Gongzi Zhuo. Who is this imperial doctor?

"Please, Sir. If my brother can't get treatment ... please take me to see Gongzi Zhuo now! " The woman in white put down her teacup and wanted to kneel down again. Apollo quickly helped her up. "Come with me."

The burning jasmine in the room has burned out, and the smoke is still lingering, still wrapped around the beautiful curtains on the ground, which is indescribable. The woman in white looked at everything in sight in surprise. Exquisite and simple decoration is half new and not old. On the book case, there are ancient books about word spectrum and medicine. I seem to have read it many times. Behind the case is an antique carved bookshelf, but there are almost no books on it; There are several unknown plants beside the bed, which grow luxuriantly and have a strange feeling that can't be said.

"Son, there is a girl who wants to see you, so I brought her." Apollo whispered to the people inside by the curtain.

"Apollo also learned to be good at making decisions? I am very tired ... I don't want to see her. " A hoarse voice came from behind the curtain, and then there was a dead silence.

"Please give me a piece of rust and save my brother!" The woman in white knelt down and stared at the curtain tightly as if trying to see through it.

"This rusty sword can't save people, and I don't know medical skills. Miss, please ask someone else ... Apollo, see Fujian off. " His voice is a little tired. Apollo could feel him struggling to speak. He nodded and tried to help the woman. Unexpectedly, the woman knelt on the bed and hit her head heavily. He said, "Master Zhuo fought bravely to save people in from the mire. Why are you free from destruction today? I thought finding Gong Zizhuo meant finding hope, but the world has repeatedly let people down! " Stand up and raise your wet eyes.

Although it is very slight, the woman in white can still clearly feel the uncontrollable trembling of the people behind the curtain. Those misty eyes have a feeling of deja vu, just like something left in memory is suddenly recalled again, but it doesn't really exist.

"What's your name?" Zhuo Gongzi spoke slowly, and time seemed to have crossed a circle and returned to the starting point.

"I cherish memories, and I also cherish memories." The woman in white hung her head and said seriously, "Please give me rust. I am willing to give everything, including my life. "

"Is your life valuable?" Zhuo childe smiled gently, and Yu Bo was relieved. After all, this is the first time he has heard of Childe Zhuo Xiao's house building in Lancang for so many years.

The woman blushed. "Then please speak son. As long as Huai Yi can do it, he will die. "

"Forget it ... you can't have what I want." The son paused for a moment and said to Bo, "Apollo, give her the rust."

Rou Huaiyi bowed deeply and smiled with tears in her eyes. Apollo didn't move his steps, but said with a look of reluctance, "Have you forgotten? Yesterday, Teacher Zhuo gave rust to a child named Jiang.

"Ah ... I remember, but I forgot." The son gave a wry smile. "Miss Huaiyi, it's not that I don't want to help you now, but that this rusty sword has been given to others, and there is nothing I can do."

"Well ..." Rou Huaiyi was at a loss for a moment and didn't know what to do. Her eyes wandered over the plants that smelled strange.

"Well, anyway, the boy will wait until tomorrow to get the sword. How about you come back tomorrow and discuss it with him? " Yu bodao.

"Okay, thanks for the ZhuoGong and Apollo. "The woman knelt down and bowed again. "I remember coming back tomorrow."

three

Green Yang Chunyu In the dusk of March, the east wind is idle.

On Shili Strip, tourists come in droves, only enjoying the good season, young and blue. Chang 'an, full of singing and dancing, is lonely, located on the Lancang River building at the end of the bustling area.

Near noon, I remembered the hurried footsteps on the flagstone road, and a boy in rags hurried towards the building of Lancang.

Stepping into the door of Lancang housing construction is another world. Unlike the neat and rigorous Chang 'an City, every grass and tree here is infected with the customs of the south of the Yangtze River, and the courtyard is deep, soft and exquisite.

"oh! Why did you come today? " Apollo called the boy to his seat. "You kept Miss Rou waiting all morning."

"It doesn't matter," Rouhuai smiled and turned to the teenager. "Is this Jiang?"

"well. You wanted to see me? " Jiang unconsciously adjusted her clothes. Although his clothes are in rags, he can still see that the young man once lived a luxurious life, with the generosity and accomplishment that a rich family should have.

"I'm just like you, and I'm here for a rusty sword." Rouhuai recalled and said hello.

"oh? I think it may be different. The swordsman has promised to lend it to me. " Jiang Keyu looked at Rouhuaiyi with firm eyes.

"I wonder why Mr. Jiang wants a rusty sword?" Rouhuai looked up at Jiang and showed no weakness.

"Revenge." These two words are squeezed out from the teeth of a boy of 17 years old, and his strong feelings are commensurate with Dachuan's age. Hatred is profound. Revenge, like a curse, has frozen his unfinished life and will never die.

"I think maybe I need this sword more." Soft bosom stood up and bowed to Jiang Ke. Huaiyi asked for a sword to save people, and his son got revenge. As the old saying goes,' revenge is never too late for a gentleman', and Mr. Jiang's words are reasonable. He should be a gentleman, and he must also understand the truth that saving people is like putting out a fire. Now my brother's life hangs by a thread, so please ask Mr. Jiang to fulfill his memory. Huaiyi thanked her son here. "

"I could have given you my sword, but I don't want to now. If you beat me within fifty strokes, I will give you my sword. " Jiang language ke pulled a ponder smile and looked at the woman in front of him.

"good!" Soft with a light drink, palms into a fist, a flat fist handed out, almost sent to Jiang. Jiang quickly dodged to one side, turned to Rouhuaiyi's side, took advantage of the gap to hold his hands on his chest, but did not strike back. He asked, "How could you lose the Eight Diagrams Boxing?" Rouhuai recalled Zheng's words and retorted, "Since it has been lost, how do you know that this move I made is Bagua Boxing?" Jiang suddenly grabbed Rouhuaiyi's wrist with a backhand and said seriously, "No matter where you learned this kind of hurtful kung fu for the time being, you'd better learn less!" "I haven't heard that learning kung fu will hurt myself, and my son is very worried." Rouhuai is extremely dissatisfied. "Believe it or not, it's useless to talk more, so I'll give you the rusty sword, but I hope you remember what I said." Jiang Yuke said that he rose to the ground and the people in the yard had already left. After a few more steps, he went out of the gate of Lancang house building and disappeared on the stone road.

Yu Bo quietly looked at everything in sight, and he guessed that Gongzi Zhuo must be secretly monitoring their every move. Until Jiang left, Apollo never said a word. He cleared the tea that was still hot on the table, and then turned to leave.

"Uncle Yu." Rou Huai Yi ran after him. "Thank you, thank you, Gongzi Zhuo ... If you have the opportunity to see Gongzi Jiang in the future, please thank him for me."

Apollo's eyes rolled. "A sword needs to find the right owner to be found. I hope the old imperial doctor is a man who knows swords. You don't have to thank me. " You can't see his feelings for softness and righteousness in his face. He just sighed, shook his head and turned to leave.

By the window on the second floor, a man dressed in black stood quietly watching what happened downstairs with desolate eyes and sad edges, but after Jiang Yuke left, he stared for a long time in the direction of the stone road extension.

Rou Huaiyi was the only one in the yard, fumbling repeatedly with the blunt sword. Does a seemingly ordinary sword really have that great charm? Who knows! People are always used to pursuing something of little significance, and are always used to taking things outside their bodies too seriously!

Slowly pull open the blade, the dark blade has no life, and the vines carved on the blade are like winding the whole sword to stop it from sucking blood. Rouhuaiyi forcibly sent the sword into the scabbard. She doesn't like this sword very much. It seems too gloomy and dark. It is hard to imagine that Zhuo Gongzi, who is incompatible with him, would use such a sword.

Besides surprise and confusion, there may be some disappointment and silence. Such a man, maybe no one can walk into his world? The man of the hour who once admired is always a little lost when he really appears. Maybe his expectations are too high. There is no perfect person and no God in this world, is there?

Before I left, I looked back at the Lancang building. I hid in a mysterious place in Chang 'an, which was out of place with this bustling capital. Is it because it is out of place that people feel mysterious? The first thing that catches your eye is the casting sword pavilion with closed iron gates and a bell hanging on the eaves, which is a common building in Jiangnan area. Rouhuai recalled the sword on her back, and she was a little disappointed. She looked up at the empty window on the second floor and took one last look. Maybe she will never set foot here again in her life.

The footsteps on the stone road became lighter and lighter, and finally, they could not be heard.

In fact, Apollo has been vaguely worried about Childe Zhuo. Even if you hide here, someone will come to you. If you let your former enemies know, maybe ten childe Zhuo is not enough for them to kill.

Zhuo Gongzi doesn't care so much about these things. People like him are just indifferent to life and death. What else can really worry him? "Don't worry, the aftermath. Think about it. If the imperial doctor really wants my life, he won't use this method. Isn't it more convenient to solve me directly? " Childe Zhuo seldom goes downstairs, but today, after a storm, the air is fresh. For the first time, he stands in the garden and greedily breathes with his hands behind his back.

"Childe ... even so, but ..." Yu Bo stood beside Childe Zhuo and looked worried.

"I am worried about easy repair and say that I don't like casting swords, but I always work too hard to cast swords, so I will be exhausted sooner or later." When Gongzi Zhuo talked about her, his face was filled with rare tenderness.

"Childe", Apollo also smiled a little fun. "Apollo just don't understand. Since you are infatuated with this young lady, why don't you tell her? "

"Apollo, you don't understand. I know better than you what she is. Besides, I don't deserve her now. " Childe Zhuo gave a wry smile and looked up at the sky. Perhaps even Zhuo Gongzi, who was called a myth on the river and lake many years ago, is not worthy of her.

The flowing time obviously disappeared, and the shadow kept changing positions on his face. He also knows that age and tide wait for no man, and so on may be missed forever, but no matter how far away from her or how close to her, he can't see her heart clearly, so he would rather just take a look and remember it all his life. I just want to be by your side.

four

"Master, can this sword really defeat him?" The woman in white pulled out her sword and slowly pulled out the black sword.

"Remember you don't understand, this is the real sword." The gray-haired old man reached for the sword and lovingly stroked it with his withered hand. "This rust is the real sword."

"Can we beat him with it?" Soft bosom instrument sideways staring at the sword. "Didn't Master say,' Man proposes, God disposes'?"

"Just as a real master painter would never paint with a rough brush, the brush in our hand is a sword." The old man is dressed in the wind and stands with a sword, which has a great sense of sage like type.

"But teacher, why should we cheat childe zhuo? If you want to borrow his sword, I don't think he won't be unwilling. " Rou feels sorry for her son Zhuo. She acted the play so well that she almost deceived herself.

"Hey ... that child is very stubborn. If I go, I am afraid that he will not see me. " The old man sighed: "When the things here are finished, I will return the sword myself." At that time, he couldn't do it without me. Which disciple in the world dares to close the door and not see Master? "

On hearing this, Rouhuai unconsciously burned her face and bowed her head. The old man took a peek and narrowed his eyes: "Well, it's not bad to marry Huaiyi to your eldest brother! Let the host be a ready-made matchmaker! "

"Master, how old are you ..." The old man was slapped on the back by Ruan Huaiyi. The old man pretended to eat pain and he cried.

The two men, an old man and a young man, are walking fast on the mountain road. In fact, the old man knew that he would be run.

Lancang and Fangjian have not been doing business recently, and the scarlet door is closed.

Childe Zhuo stood in front of the book case in the room with his hands behind his back, looking at the mountains of ancient books and medical books on the book case, and pressing a few dictionaries at the bottom, with a gentle smile on his face: Yixiu never gave up treating him. How could he not know her efforts? Because the smell of herbs is too strong, he always finds it difficult to sleep at night, so he ordered jasmine fragrance and added concentrated medicine to it. Fearing that no one would take care of him when he was ill, Yixiu moved his study to his room. Because she wanted to cure him, she tried her best to read those medical skills that she was not good at, look for famous doctors and taste good medicine. The two plants in front of his bed are obviously coltsfoot flowers, but I have never noticed them.

She still cares about him, but she has never expressed her feelings or laughed. So they always think they all deserve it. When childe Zhuo laughed, his eyebrows bent down, covering his vicissitudes of life, as if covering all the injuries.

Still too stubborn, he is afraid of losing and would rather not get it.

Yixiu has been casting Jiange for ten days. When her son wanders outside the casting Jiange, the expression on her face is always a little excited. Apollo guessed that maybe when a sword was cast, the son would be good at Qin Jin with the young lady, and always had a smile on his face. This spring, I am afraid, is the warmest spring felt by the aftermath in Lancang housing construction.

After the young man left 10, his son Zhuo still thought of him occasionally. The young man made him feel familiar. He seemed to be himself, holding a beautiful wrist coldly and asking loudly, "Your hands can turn decay into magic, but you helped him?" ! "Now that I think about it, it's really funny when I was young.

But he wants to know the boy for no reason. "Apollo, you go and inquire about that Jiang Keyu." Zhuo childe standing outside the gate of casting Jiange, commanded Apollo. He could vaguely hear the rhythmic sound of iron striking once or twice inside. ...

On such a day, it makes him feel that they are very close, and it is not enough to hear each other's voices through an iron gate.

At night, childe Zhuo lay in a soft quilt, quietly waiting for footsteps on the stairs. Apollo hasn't come back. I hope he can bring some amazing news when he comes back.

I didn't come back until the second watch, which is a big news. Zhuo Gongzi only felt groggy and seemed to explode.

Jiang stabbed Yan alone at night and was caught red-handed. Now his body is hanging on the flagpole in the middle of the cross street.

Gongzi Zhuo is very lost. "He was caught because he didn't have a rusty sword, right?"

"No, childe. Even if Jiang had a rusty sword, he could not escape from Yan's capital. Their kung fu gap is too big, and the outcome does not need to be decided by others. " Apollo's voice is a little astringent. He doesn't know how to comfort childe Zhuo. This matter has nothing to do with childe Zhuo.

"Maybe with rust, he still has a glimmer of hope." Childe Zhuo suddenly got up and sat on the bed.

"Zhuo rust is just a sword, it won't have such a great ability to change anything. Son, you don't have to think too much. It is important to take care of yourself. " When Apollo went to help Zizhuo, he found that Zizhuo was cold and his forehead was on fire. "Childe ... Childe ..." The man in black in his arms lost a little strength and leaned against Bo's chest.

Not caring so much, Apollo put his son Zhuo on the bed and flew to the casting Jiange. The iron gate was knocked with a low buzzing sound.

"Wow," the iron gate opened a hole, and a brilliant fire reflected on Bocang's old face. "Miss, your son is critically ill, go and have a look!"

Yixiu's face flushed bright red in the firelight. When she heard this, her face turned white. She forgot about casting Jiange and disappeared into the night.

When Zhuo Gongzi woke up, the sky outside the window became brighter and brighter, and the morning glow covered the sky. He smiled slightly. This weather makes people feel relaxed. "My son is awake!" Apollo was quite excited and turned to look at Yi Xiu who was asleep at his desk.

"Do you know that Apollo stayed up all night for you yesterday? Do you have to toss his old man? " Yixiu woke up with a sad face and obviously tired to the extreme.

"I ..." Childe zhuo turn up, a hand stretched out quickly, knocked him down, "don't think things are enough? How many times have I told you, don't go out to blow, and don't mind too much. "

Childe Zhuo was silent, sipping his lips and looking at a break. Yixiu wanted to get angry, but she was speechless for a while and didn't know what to say. He just turned his head to urge Apollo to have a rest, which means that after Bo left, he went back to the previous cases and absently turned over the books at hand.

After all, she was afraid of losing him, but she refused to admit it.

Zhuo Gongzi closed his eyes, admiring the morning glow that just shone on his face, and smiled unconsciously.

"What are you laughing at?" Yixiu put down the book in his hand.

Zhuo Gongzi said nothing, but closed his eyes and laughed even harder. The corners of the mouth of Yichen, I do not know when, also slightly raised.