Chapter 38: Suspicion (1)

When the genius was dawn, Chen Jun woke up. He opened his eyes and looked at the hazy morning light that penetrated the window paper. In a short moment, she didn't know where she was, and seemed to have returned many years ago. At that time, she was a girl in her teens. The happiest time of every day was the moment when she woke up. The endless housework and beatings had not yet begun. A Jun hid in this rare moment of tranquility, quietly embraced the most innocent longing, fantasizing that one morning, her beloved brother Lan came back from the army and appeared in front of her like a god descending. A Jun waited for this year after year, from seven years to twenty-five years old, and the years passed by in a hurry. Occasionally, she could really wait for that shocking glance, but in the end, nothing was left for her...

The sound of the backyard called Chen Jun back from meditation, like a frightened bird. She jumped straight from the bed: "Mr. Li, Mr. Li..." No one answered her timid cry. Chen Jun moved out of the bed, and his hands couldn't stop shaking when he put on his coat. This once-family house could no longer make her feel safe. She couldn't help but raise her voice: "Mr. Li, where are you?!"

"Ajun, come to the backyard, I'm here!" Li Yuanfang's voice came through the room. Chen Jun shouted in surprise: "Oh, Mr. Li, I'm here." She almost ran around the main hall, but was stunned by the scene in front of her. Chen Ting placed several piles of books on the mud in front of the bedroom. Li Yuanfang was carrying a stack of books out of the house, and he shouted without raising her head: "Ajun, do you still have old clothes and cloth sheets at home? Get the book."

Chen Jun walked forward a few steps: "Mr. Li, what are you doing? Why are you moving out the books in the cellar?" Li Yuanfang put down the book and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead: "Well, your cellar is so hidden, there are so many thieves coming to the house, but I didn't even notice it. Last time everyone left too hastily and didn't have time to take these classics away. I think I'd take them all to Luoyang this time." "Oh..." Chen Jun still didn't understand what he meant. Just as he was about to ask, Li Yuanfang turned his head and crawled back to the cellar: "There is the last thing inside, wait for me to get it."

The wind blew again, and the pages on the ground were blown and flipped. Chen Jun stood at a loss until Li Yuanfang took out another roll of blanket, spread it on the ground in front of her, and looked left and right, "This blanket is quite beautiful and looks quite valuable. A Jun, is this your thing? I vaguely remember the last time you said it was not?" Chen Jun squatted in front of the blanket, frowned and said nothing.

Li Yuanfang glanced at her: "Ajun, this blanket is probably one of the property that gamblers are looking for?" Chen Jun nodded blankly, and then wondered to himself: "Strange, this blanket is really exactly the same as what Aunt He brought back? What's going on?" "Well, what are you muttering?" Li Yuanfang was busy sorting out the classics on the ground and ordered casually: "Ajun, go find some old cloth and wrap the books and this blanket, which is easy to carry and not too eye-catching..."

Chen Jun was still motionless. Only then did Li Yuanfang notice her strangeness and said warmly: "What's wrong with A Jun?" "Mr. Li," Chen Jun raised his bright eyes: "Where are you going to transport these books?" "Of course we are going to Luoyang." "Luoyang?" "Well, and you, A Jun, I want to bring you back to Luoyang together."

"I? Go back to Luoyang? Why..." There seems to be nothing to shock Chen Jun now. She just stared at Li Yuanfang woodenly, looking like she was obedient. Li Yuanfang walked up to her and explained in a gentle tone: "Ajun, not everyone can go to the Western Regions, you have no ability to survive there at all. Therefore, I decided to stop you." "You decided to stop me?" Chen Jun murmured and repeated: "What should Mr. Mei do? Wouldn't he be angry? Angry my brother?" "No." Li Yuanfang said calmly: "Mei Yingchun has given up the idea of ​​marrying you. I have a letter written by him to Chen Huai, who sincerely expressed that he had thought about it over and over again and did not want you to suffer from the pain of staying away from his hometown, so he decided to give up his original intention of marrying."

Chen Jun was finally shocked, and she suddenly widened her eyes: "Mr. Li! I, I don't understand, what you mean is - Mr. Mei has repented? He, he doesn't want me anymore?" Li Yuanfang frowned and said cruelly: "Yes, he repented. And, it was me who prompted him to repente." "...you?!" Li Yuanfang continued: "Ajun, the sinisterness of the Western Regions is not something you can imagine. In my opinion, if you went there... it would probably not last a year, so I would never let you go." Chen Jun was stunned for a while, and finally smiled bitterly: "Ajun is just something, and you can't throw it like this. Throw it away!" She turned around and left, and Li Yuanfang hurriedly called out: "Ajun, let me explain it to you slowly, you will understand..." "Mr. Li, you don't need to explain it anymore." Chen Jun interrupted him, and his sad expression was completely replaced by grief and anger: "Ajun understands that you are kind-hearted. Since we met here last New Year's Eve last year, you have been planning for Ajun. Ajun is very grateful. But this time, Ajun will definitely not want to return to Luoyang. Since Mr. Mei doesn't want me, the world is so great that there will be no place for Ajun to live. At worst, I will die. No matter how much I don't have to worry about me!"

"Ajun, I'm afraid you can't help it." There was no emotion in his voice. Chen Jun looked at the grim face incredibly: "Mr. Li, what does it have to do with you? We are just the second time we meet. Why do you have to do with me in everything?" Li Yuanfang sneered: "Do you? Ajun, I don't want to do with you at all, but I don't want you to die!" Chen Jun closed his eyes and prevented tears from swelling out of his eyes. His voice seemed far and near in his ears, which was so unreal. "Ajun, I think I have the right to say a few words about life and death. It's really too easy to die..."

Li Yuanfang's voice trembled. Chen Jun opened his eyes, but he avoided her gaze and stared at the ground and said: "Diet to be unclear is the most boring thing... A Jun, please believe me this time, and don't tell me life and death lightly." Tears rolled down Chen Jun's cheeks: "But Mr. Li, I told you last night that Brother Lan is A Jun's life. Without him, I can't think of how to live..." Li Yuanfang shook his head: "I'll talk about these things when I return to Luoyang, okay? How do I answer your question here?" He looked around and said with a little sadness: "Ajun, do you think this scene is very similar to the conversation between you and me on New Year's Day this year? I was in a daze just now, and it seemed like the old days were reappearing, and it seemed like I had made a big circle and returned to the original place..." He did not say the following words, but Chen Jun already understood: things changed, and there were so many things that happened in nine months, and he and her were very different.

"Okay, that's it." Li Yuanfang decided to conclude decisively: "Without any time, let's wrap these books and blankets quickly, and carry them with the horses I rode. You and I walked across the wasteland, waited on the official road before looking for a carriage, so I could still cross the Yellow River before this evening. Last time I asked you to go to Luoyang, I couldn't send them to you personally. It happened that I would make up for it this time."

Chen Jun was still stunned, and Li Yuanfang greeted him again: "A Jun, have you heard it? Go find the cloth." "Oh!" Chen Jun woke up as he was dreaming and smiled obediently: "Mr. Li, I really can never be my own master... Well, I'll go find it now, you wait for a moment." Without waiting for Li Yuanfang's answer, she lowered her head to the front yard. It was Li Yuanfang's turn to be stunned. He looked at Chen Jun's back for a while before he lowered his head to caress the classics in his hand. The yellow pages made a slight crisp sound under his palm, and he wanted to speak, as if he was about to tell him a long past. When his fingers streaked through the empty copper buckle, his heart couldn't help but tighten, and his hands began to tremble. When he was lost, Chen Jun's exclamation sounded beside him: "Ah, Mr. Li, what's wrong with your hand?!"

Li Yuanfang looked up and heard the sound: "Well? A Jun, what's wrong?" Chen Jun snatched over and grabbed his hand: "Last time when you were at my house, there was this big piece of blue and purple on your hand? Why are there still there now?" Li Yuanfang looked at the blue seal on his tiger's mouth: "Oh, it's okay, I pressed it myself as a local method to cure diseases." He smiled indifferently at Chen Jun: "Just, A Jun, I was injured when I was fighting outside the border, so Chen Huai thought I was dead. Although I am not dead, my injuries have not healed well, I accidentally took all the medicine again... So, from now on the journey to Luoyang these days, I may not say that I have to ask you to take care of you."

"So that's it." Chen Jun carefully stroked Li Yuanfang's hand, and the sorrow on his face faded for the first time, and his eyes shone with glory: "Well, I will." As long as you have the opportunity to give care, A Jun is actually the most generous. "Okay, uh... Where is the cloth?" Li Yuanfang frowned and asked. Chen Jun sighed: "The house was emptied, nothing was left." "Oh, too, yesterday, there was not even a quilt on your bed." Li Yuanfang looked around and smiled: "Then take my bag, and my old clothes should be enough."

"Okay." Chen Jun agreed, and hesitated again: "Mr. Li, what should I do with my father's grave?" Li Yuanfang's face turned gloomy: "I'll move two big stones to the grave, let's do it for now. What to do in the future must be Chen Huai decide by himself, and you and I can't take the place."

In front of the Jingzhao Prefecture Office in the west of Luoyang City, there are two towering ancient poplar trees. In the September of Xuanqiu, the vast ancient poplar trees said leisurely: "It's human nature. If he wants to cry, let him cry... Zeng Tai, tell him the story of the discovery of the body first."
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