The love of parting is broken. Yang Chenglie seems to be very calm on the surface, but in his heart...

This is different from the last time and Yang Shouwen.

At that time, Yang Shouwen left without saying goodbye, and Yang Chenglie did not experience the feeling of sending his child thousands of miles away and his future was unknown.

And now, he has realized it.

Every time he went, he went, but although Yang Shouwen repeatedly asked him to go back, Yang Chenglie still came to the entrance of the village.

"Father, go back."

Yang Shouwen waved his hand and signaled that Yang Chenglie would go back.

But Yang Chenglie's eyes turned red and he forced a smile and said, "Shizi set off, I'll watch you leave here."

Yang Shouwen had no choice but to turn the horse's head and follow the carriage.

The guards stationed outside the village also slowly set off.

Watching Yang Shouwen and his party gradually drift away, a desolate poem suddenly echoed in Yang Chenglie's mind.

"The land of Zhangle in Dongting, the son of Emperor Xiaoxiang traveled. The clouds went to the wilderness of Cangwu, and the water returned to the river and Han flowed.

I stopped looking at me sadly, but stopped boating. I still felt like a request from Guangping.

All my thoughts are gone, and I am sad about separation on the river..."

This is a five-character poem written by the Southern Dynasty poet Xie Ting when he bid farewell to his friend Fan Yun. It was originally in Junzhou and was widely circulated in Fangzhou.

At that time, Fan Yun, one of Jingling’s eight friends, was demoted to the Inner Historian of Lingling County, and Xie Ting was inspired.

At that time, Lingling was almost a wilderness. Xie Ting felt that Fan Yun would encounter many dangers and unpredictable luck and misfortunes when he went to Lingling.

And this poem is so suitable for the moment.

Although Yang Shouwen did not go to Lingling, in comparison, Luoyang at this time was probably more dangerous than Lingling.

Yang Chenglie danced at the entrance of the village while singing while playing beats.

His behavior has a special noun in this era, called "Ta Ge". Yang Chenglie's voice is not good, but his long-term life in Youzhou has caused a different sense of desolation in his voice, which makes the listener heartbroken.

Yang Shouwen was marching in the team. When he heard the song, he suddenly stopped his horse.

When he looked back immediately, he saw Yang Chenglie singing and dancing at the entrance of the village. In an instant, his eyes turned red.

I quarrel with my dad, and sometimes I have to make a big fuss about various differences.

But at the moment of separation, Yang Shouwen felt particularly uncomfortable when he watched his father sing and bid farewell from afar.

"Di Gong, can it be suspended?"

When Di Guangyuan heard Yang Shouwen's words, he didn't say much, so he raised his hand to signal the troops to stop.

"Zhisanlang, grind ink for me."

Zheng Qian poked his head out of the carriage and said with a smile: "Does Brother Yizi want to write poems and sing together? Is it like the previous "Don't Guess Uncle"?"

As he spoke, he jumped out of the car and took out paper and pen from the package.

Abusjda helped Yang Shouwen off his horse and walked to the carriage.

Di Guangyuan narrowed his eyes and showed a look of surprise.

He also got off the horse curiously and walked to Yang Shouwen's side.

Zheng Qian brought out a small table from the carriage and placed it on the carriage. Yang Shouwen picked up his pen, dipped it ink, and wrote the three words "Gived to Alang" on the paper.

This is also the first time Di Guangyuan has seen Yang Shouwen's handwriting.

Last night, he had seen Zheng Qian's copying and was not very unfamiliar with Yan style. But when he read Yang Shouwen's calligraphy, he couldn't help but let out a soft cry. The Yan muscles and Liu bones were pure and refined, and even more revealing an indescribable temperament.

After looking at Yang Shouwen again, Di Guangyuan suddenly felt that his father's choice might not be the right one.

"Qingzhi was about to ride a horse and was about to walk, but suddenly he heard the singing behind him. The water of Donglin Lake is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Ah Lang's love."

The word "Alang" in the Tang Dynasty has many important meanings.

When a slave calls his master, he can be called "Alang"; when a wife calls his husband, he can be called "Alang"; when a son calls his father, he can also be called "Alang".

This is a song evolved from Li Bai's "Gived to Wang Lun", but it is exactly the same.

The words are very straightforward, but they express Yang Shouwen's deep attachment to his father.

After reading it, Di Guangyuan felt sad for some reason. The poems sung by Yang Chenglie were sad and desolate, but to be honest, they only made people feel uncomfortable. However, Yang Shouwen's straightforward and plain poem made him feel sad.

In the late spring of the year of Si and Hai, Yang Qingzhi was ordered to enter the capital and was moved to hear his father sing.

He finished the last line of words seriously, Yang Shouwen blew the ink and handed the paper with the poems to Jeddah.

Jeddah understood, picked up the poem and got on the horse, and went straight to the entrance of the village.

But Yang Shouwen smiled, tears flashed in his eyes, and he got on the horse again with Yang Moli's support.

"Di Gong, let's go."

Di Guangyuan took a deep breath, looked at Yang Shouwen with complicated eyes, and then nodded and said, "Just as Qingzhi said."

From the Yang family at the beginning, to the Yang Dalang later, to the Yang Qingzhi today.

The three different titles also represent Di Guangyuan's changes in Yang Shouwen's senses.

This is a young man with noble character, rich emotions and great talent. Before, Di Guangyuan thought that Yang Shouwen was not worthy of the status of the prince's son-in-law. But now, he felt that Li Xian's daughter may not be worthy of Yang Shouwen.

If he were still a child of the Yang family of Hongnong, how could he be the son-in-law?

With his reputation and background in the Yang family and with Yang Shouwen's talent, it is no longer difficult to become a general and a minister in less than ten years.

What a pity, it's a pity!

For some reason, from the beginning of disapproval to the current pity, Di Guangyuan has regarded Yang Shouwen as the best candidate for the prince-consort. Wu Chongxun? He has seen it! He is indeed talented, but compared with Yang Shouwen, it is far from enough.

Where is the shortcomings?

Di Guangyuan couldn't figure it out, and the most obvious feeling was the difference between feelings and patterns.

Well, it's feelings.

At the entrance of Shicheng Village, Yang Chenglie held Yang Shouwen's poem in his hand, and tears fell like rain.

The poem was very plain and straightforward, but he could feel Yang Shouwen's comfort from the familiar handwriting.

Looking at Shi, it was like Yang Shouwen was beside him, patting his arm, and smilingly said, "Dad, don't worry, the child is so powerful, he will definitely be able to deal with it easily when he arrives in Luoyang. I will turn off this marriage and come back to accompany you."

My originally complicated mood suddenly became calm.

While Yang Chenglie was crying, he showed a bright smile on his face.

He grinned, laughing, watching the carriage get farther and farther away until he can no longer see clearly.

"Let's go back."

Yang Chenglie took a deep breath and suddenly smiled and said, "Duke Zheng, don't leave today.

I still have two jars of good wine, which was brewed by Yizi for me in Changping. It has been stored for half a year and is just right to drink. Look, the peach blossoms are blooming on the mountain, so let's eat wine in the lotus pavilion. I think it will be a different feeling when I come."

Zheng Huaijie and Zheng Jingsi were dark.

You are so shameless, you are crying so hard that you are crying, and you are showing off here.

Do you know that you have a good son, that your son wrote a poem for you, and that you still want to eat the wine he brewed for you?

Zheng Huaijie glared at Zheng Jingsi: He is a son, you are a son too...

Zheng Jingsi understood it, but in this heart, he was kind!

I was so dizzy, I said why didn’t the modification succeed? It turned out that there were dozens of words missing.
Chapter completed!