Cheng Cheng had two sons and a daughter.
His eldest son was an official in another place. His youngest son, Cheng Yuan, and his daughter had not settled down yet, so they were raised by his side.
When the whole family fled Sui 'an County, Cheng Cheng took his wife, youngest son, and youngest daughter with him. He didn't have to worry about his eldest son.
The eldest son, Cheng Xun, courtesy name Gong Luo.
After Cheng Cheng settled down at Jiang Pengji's place, he tried to write a letter to his eldest son, hoping that he could work under Jiang Pengji.
Now that the world was in chaos, it was too dangerous to be alone.
Cheng Cheng felt that he was getting older and older. He was afraid that he would never have the chance to see his son again.
Unfortunately, Cheng Xun was a staunch supporter of the landed gentry and had always been disdainful of interacting with the commoners.
Jiang Pengji's position between the gentry and the commoners was too obvious. She was born in the gentry, but she supported the poor. It was a disgrace, so Cheng Xun directly rejected Cheng Cheng's suggestion. At that time, Cheng Cheng felt that something bad was going to happen. After so many years, the youngest son was actually going to oppose the eldest son.
When Cheng Cheng thought of this matter, he felt deeply uneasy. He was not in the mood to work, and from time to time, he would be absent-minded and absent-minded.
Feng Ren, Yuanjing, and the others naturally noticed such a small change.
Over the years, the few of them would gather together from time to time to discuss academics, to study and perfect the Golden Scale Academy's system and their teaching materials.
Based on their friendship, it was reasonable for him to show some concern for his old friend.
Master Yuanjing glanced at Cheng Cheng's face and frowned slightly. He raised his hand and stroked his neatly trimmed beard.
This face …
He pondered for a while.
Things were not looking good.
On the other side, Feng Ren had already gotten some information from Cheng Cheng.
Knowing that he was worried about his eldest son and second son, Feng Ren was stunned.
He was the most sensitive about this matter.
They were thankful that their eldest son, Feng Gui, had taken on the responsibility of the clan leader, taking care of the clan and had yet to become an official. If Fenggui also stepped into the muddy waters, the three brothers would be a trio of thorns. Both the palm and the back of the hand were flesh and blood. If one of them was injured or died, even the father would mourn inconsolably.
Feng Ren had no choice but to comfort him. "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Wen Fu, don't take it too hard."
It was a pity that the world was in chaos. Who knew how many times such a play would have to be performed.
The children had all grown up and had their own choices and aspirations.
The path of life was chosen by them. Whether it was the road to hell or the broad road, as parents, they had no right to interfere.
Cheng Cheng looked haggard as he said, "I also want to get over it, but I had a dream last night. My heart still palpitates and feels uncomfortable."
Feng Ren asked him, "What dream?"
Cheng Cheng sighed and recalled carefully. Then, he said heavily, "I dreamed that I had returned to the old house in Sui An County. The house had been in disrepair for many years, and only the walls were left. Inside, it was densely covered with spider webs and snakes and insects. Somehow, Cheng walked straight to his eldest son's old residence. Through the courtyard door, he saw two long worms coiled around a fishnet table in the courtyard. They were both dying. Cheng was not afraid at all. At this time, a three-headed, red-beaked black bird flew in from outside the house. It was about twelve feet long and its wings could cover the sky. It rushed towards one of the heads and pecked at it. Cheng panicked and wanted to hit the strange bird with a wooden stick. At this time, one of the long worms suddenly crashed into the wall! "
After saying that, he suppressed the palpitation in his heart.
"After that, Cheng woke up in fright."
Feng Ren was puzzled and turned to ask Master Yuanjing.
"I heard that you are proficient in the art of interpreting dreams. How do you interpret this dream?"
Cheng Cheng also looked at him. Master Yuanjing thought for a while and asked Cheng Cheng, "Are there any differences between the two worms?"
Cheng Cheng said, "They look very similar. If you want to point out the differences, one is longer and thicker, while the other is shorter and thinner."
"Which one crashed into the wall?"
Cheng Cheng carefully recalled, "The thicker one."
"After crashing into the wall, you woke up from the dream? Did you see what happened to the long worm? "
Cheng Cheng said, "I don't know. After it crashed into the wall, half of its body was buried under the wall. I vaguely remember that the strange black bird seemed to want to peck it."
After listening for a while, Master Yuanjing made a conclusion.
"Find a doctor to prescribe you two doses of calming decoctions."
Cheng Cheng was speechless.
Perhaps Master Yuanjing's words worked, but Cheng Cheng did not feel so bad.
Seeing that he was not in good spirits, everyone tried their best to persuade him to stop what he was doing and go home to rest.
Tang Yao, Master Yuanjing's student, had been holding it in for a long time. He was absent-minded for the entire afternoon.
Tang Yao sent Master Yuanjing back to his mansion. Then, he stuttered, "Teacher …"
Master Yuanjing's face was calm. He asked calmly, "What do you want to ask?"
"Mr. Cheng, that dream, it's very likely …"
"I know," Master Yuanjing said, "but can I tell Wenfu?"
Tang Yao was silent for a while.
He had only learned a little about the Art of Dream Interpretation. He learned it from the master out of curiosity.
Even he could see that the dream was strange. How could the master not know?
"He will definitely lose his son within a year, and it will be his eldest son." "Looking at Wenfu's face, the patterns on his son's palace are messy, and there is a fine broken line. The hall of tears is sunken, and the color is slightly gray. All of these indicate that his son is in trouble. Also, his dream was that the bird ate the dragon and the snake, and the master lost his son. In the dream, he saw two long worms that were covered in scars in the courtyard. Not only was he not afraid, but he also stood up to protect the black bird when it tried to attack the long worm. It was obvious that he knew about it. With such a clear dream, it was no wonder that he felt uneasy. After that, the thick long worm hit the wall and died. I guess the eldest son didn't die in the hands of someone else. It was most likely suicide. "
Tang Yao was stunned.
"Can't it be avoided?"
Tang Yao had been in contact with Cheng Cheng for many years. His respect for him was second only to Master Yuanjing and was on par with Feng Ren.
Master Yuanjing said, "Wenfu's dream, rather than saying it was a sign of something, it was the most obscure worry in his heart."
Tang Yao was speechless. "Teacher, you mean …"
"Do you really think Wenfu doesn't know anything?" Master Yuanjing sighed. "It's because he knows the situation that he had this dream. On the one hand, he knows the current situation, but on the other hand, he doesn't want to face reality. It's useless to say it. Do you think it can change? "
Tang Yao said, "Things that haven't happened can always be changed … right?"
Master Yuanjing smiled. However, this smile was very different from his usual kindness. There was a hint of sarcasm in it.
"The crux of the problem isn't whether it can be changed or not. It's whether the person involved can change," Master Yuanjing said. "Cheng Xun's temperament is destined to be different from the lord. That year, Wenfu wrote a letter to his family hoping that his eldest son would give up his official position and reunite with his family. Did Cheng Xun agree? Do you think the lord will accommodate Cheng Xun, get close to the aristocrats, alienate and suppress the poor? Or will Cheng Xun change his original ambition and suddenly get close to the poor? "
Tang Yao felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
Master Yuanjing continued, "It's because Wenfu knows the standpoint and ambition of his two sons that the two long worms fought in his dream. In the end, both of them were defeated. Liu Xi was powerful. Although Xu Bei had the strength to fight, Cheng Cheng was more inclined towards Liu Xi. Therefore, the one who was defeated in the dream and killed himself was the thicker worm. To put it bluntly, this dream was Wenfu's inner judgment of the situation. "
Tang Yao was speechless for a while. He mumbled, "No wonder …"
Master Yuanjing said, "Although the dream can be a sign, it's more like the other side of the human heart."
"So, it wasn't the dream that predicted that Master Cheng would lose his son. Instead, it was his inner belief that he would lose his son?"
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