Zhao Hao said softly: "Aunt, please don't worry about me. I can't sleep if I go back now!"
Zhao Hao stood up, poured a glass of water, walked back and handed it to Jiang Yiren.
"I just drank the candy. Drink some water and rinse your mouth."
Jiang Yiren reached out to take it and took two small sips.
"Hao'er, auntie is really fine now!"
Zhao Hao nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, then Auntie, can you let me read a book here?"
Having said that, he stood up and put the teacup on the table. Then he chose a book from the bookshelf, sat on the stool, picked up the wick, and started reading.
Of course, he didn't have to stay, but Jiang Yiren's move just now was indeed quite scary.
If he leaves now, he will feel uneasy.
Seeing Zhao Hao sitting down to read, Jiang Yiren's eyes fell on him.
After a long while, Youyou said, "It is a blessing for Yongning to find a husband like Hao'er."
Hearing her say this, Zhao Hao turned his head and smiled: "Aunt, please don't say that. This should be the blessing I have cultivated."
"Just think about it, I was such a jerk before, and I did such a thing to Yongning."
"Later, Yongning not only did not blame me, but also helped me a lot."
Jiang Yiren smiled and said, "You two are truly a match made in heaven."
"Hao'er, when you just left the Imperial Capital, that girl missed you so much that she stayed at your aunt's place almost every day."
"Later, my aunt was so annoyed by her that she told her not to come again unless necessary. That's when things got better."
"That girl's entire attention is on you."
Zhao Hao smiled softly: "Aunt, I have a question, I don't know if I should ask it."
Jiang Yiren said, "Hao'er, just ask whatever you want to ask."
Zhao Hao paused and asked cautiously, "Aunt, do you really intend to live a life of meditation and seclusion for the rest of your life?"
"You are still so young..."
Hearing this, Jiang Yiren couldn't help but smile and said, "This is great. Auntie likes this kind of life very much."
"Living a peaceful life is also a good choice."
“This is a great blessing!”
Zhao Hao sighed and said, "Back then, it was because of that person that my aunt decided to practice cultivation and not enter the secular world."
"Could it be that after so many years, you still haven't gotten over it?"
Jiang Yiren shook her head: "In fact, it's long gone. At the beginning, it was just like what you said, Haoer. My aunt was so disheartened that she decided to become a nun and practice Buddhism."
"But I don't know since when it stopped being like that."
"Even now, my aunt can hardly remember what that person looks like."
"But I have also gotten used to this quiet life of cultivation now."
"Perhaps this is my aunt's fate. God deliberately arranged for that person to appear, and used him as an inducement to make my aunt embark on this path of cultivation."
Zhao Hao nodded slightly. He didn't expect Jiang Yiren to say that.
It seems that she has come out without knowing when.
However, this kind of life fits her personality and does not make her want to change.
Perhaps, if some opportunity arises, my thoughts will change.
Maybe.
After a moment of hesitation, Zhao Hao said softly, "As long as you feel comfortable, it's fine. Taoism says that everything is natural, and it's best to follow your heart."
Jiang Yiren smiled softly and said, "Hao'er, have you read any Taoist works? You can talk about them in a very comprehensive way."
"Even the myriad laws are naturally understood."
Zhao Hao couldn't help but smile, raised the book in his hand and said, "How could I understand? Look, I just saw it in the book!"
Jiang Yiren was immediately amused by him and chuckled.
After laughing, he shook his head helplessly and said, "I was originally going to play a song for you, Hao'er, but I didn't expect you to get sick again."
Zhao Hao heard this and rolled his eyes: "Aunt, if you still don't want to sleep, I'll play a song for you?"
Jiang Yiren's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up: "If Hao'er wants to play, auntie will naturally be very willing to listen."
"Hao'er has a new song?"
Zhao Hao said softly: "I do have a new song, but I don't know if my aunt will like it."
He put down the book in his hand, stood up, walked to the wall, and took the pipa.
Then he came back and sat down again.
After a quick test of the sound, Zhao Hao made some slight adjustments and then began to play softly.
When the song ended, Jiang Yiren was completely immersed in the melody.
It took a long time before I came to my senses.
Zhao Hao smiled softly and asked, "Aunt, what do you think of this song?"
Jiang Yiren took a deep breath and said, "As soon as I heard it, I felt a sense of sadness and tenderness."
"Continue listening, there is a hint of sadness in the song."
"The person playing the zither seems to have a lot to say, but doesn't know how to say it."
"It's like the murmur of mountain water, or the singing of the breeze after dusk in summer."
"It seems like he is mumbling to himself, or talking to someone."
Zhao Hao said quickly: "It's true that nothing can be hidden from aunt. This is indeed a sad, graceful, and lingering song."
Jiang Yiren said, "This song doesn't seem to be for that girl Yongning. Hao'er, do you have another woman in your heart?"
Zhao Hao shook his head: "Of course not, why would aunt think so?"
Jiang Yiren blinked her beautiful eyes: "This song was not composed by you, Hao'er?"
Zhao Hao said softly: "I created it, but it was because I heard a little story when I was in Shu."
"Then I created this song based on the identity and mood of the woman in the story."
Just make it up, it's not against the law anyway.
However, hearing him say this, Jiang Yiren suddenly became curious and quickly asked what the story was.
Zhao Hao smiled bitterly and said, "In the world, the stories of infatuated men and resentful women are always the same."
Jiang Yiren was startled, then nodded: "That's true."
Zhao Hao put the pipa back and said softly, "The song is over, it's time for you to rest, aunt."
Jiang Yiren said, "After listening to Hao'er's song, I seem to be even more unable to sleep."
After a pause, Jiang Yiren continued, "Hao'er, turn up the light a little brighter, and then bring the drawing paper next to the bookshelf."
"Please teach me the sketching technique."
Zhao Hao smiled slightly, walked to the bedside, put his hand behind Jiang Yiren's neck, pulled out the backrest, and said, "I can teach you that anytime, but Auntie should rest now."
As he spoke, he placed the pillows beside him and motioned for Jiang Yiren to lie down quickly.
Jiang Yiren raised the corner of her mouth and shook her head helplessly. Finally, she was frightened by Zhao Hao's oppression and slowly lay down.
Zhao Hao then smiled with satisfaction, leaned over, pulled up the thin blanket rolled up on the bed, and covered Jiang Yiren with it.
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