Chapter 165 Shadow
Song Keren lived in Fang's house for more than ten days. The reason why Master Fang was softly accepted Song Keren at that time is already unknown.
Song Keren was arranged by Lao Si in a guest room in three doors, which was cleaned up by Lao Si before. No one can figure out Master Fang's thoughts. Why he suddenly willing to take in Song Keren is really a mystery.
That year, Jingzhao had a terrible heavy snowfall, which was unusual in Jingzhao's history. It snowed almost to knee height for three consecutive days, and the cold white wind almost disappeared.
Thanks to the foresight of the passed away, Mr. Fang made the "ground dragon fire road" as early as when he built the house, and the charcoal fire burning underground made the house very warm.
Nevertheless, on the day when the white hair blew, two braziers were added to each room. Song Keren looked out of the window through the thick white cloth window screen for a long time. Occasionally, a maid brought tea in. When he went back, he was curious. How could he see the outside in the screen window?
Yes, Song Keyen's eyes are only white. Only Fang Shaowen's shadow keeps appearing in her heart.
"I came to your city
Walk the way you came
Imagine the days without me
How lonely are you
Take the photo you gave
The familiar street
It's just that your picture is gone
We can't go back to that day
Will you suddenly appear
Coffee shop on the corner
I will have a smiling face
Waving cold noise
Sitting and chatting with you
How I want to meet you
Look at your recent changes
Don't talk about the past
It's just cold noise
A word to you
Just say that I haven't seen you for a long time
Eason Chan's singing is like this confused snow, which surrounds Song Keren's ears for a long time. I just want to meet you. Why is it so difficult?
The yin and yang are separated.
"How I want to meet you/Look at your recent changes/Don't talk about the past/just a cold noise/just say a word to you/just a word/long time ago..."
Song Keren hummed the lyrics gently and just wanted to say something to you. Long time no see. Why is such a sentence so difficult? If life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan? She just wants him to sit next to her and have a good chat with her, even if it's just the simplest thing. As long as he says it, she is willing to listen. No matter what he says, as long as he is willing to tell her, she will be satisfied.
She just wanted him to suddenly appear in front of her, smiling at her and making faces at her as usual. He must still be wearing a scholar's white clothes, which is by no means the same green satin clothes as an old man.
She just wants to meet him again, that's enough.
Tears slide down drop by drop, big drops, and can't stop cutting.
She can't remember how many tears she has shed or how many times she cried every day. All she remembers is that there is only black left in her world.
Because of his departure, he took away all the colors in her world. In her world, he is her most gorgeous color. She has nothing without him.
The flame in the brazier crackled, Song Keyen's eyes were red and swollen, and her body was as white as the moon. That's the last color he left for her, and her short and beautiful time will leave with his departure.
It's snowing outside, but the room is very warm. The simple bed and simple tables and chairs are like grandma's kind smile.
In this warm atmosphere, Song Keren's tears were still falling.
Lao Si walked through the path that the servants worked hard to clean up, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Is this a sign that the young master refuses to leave? In two days, it will be the day of the young master's funeral, and it must be difficult for such a snow car to walk.
Lao Si put his hand in his sleeve and walked into Master Fang's room thinking about the funeral.
At this time, Master Fang sat next to the brazier and quietly looked at the burning charcoal. The small spark was like a little light in the dark.
Lao Si came in and smiled at Master Fang, revealing his dark yellow teeth. The warmth in the room suddenly rushed into his cold arms, and Lao Si couldn't help shivering.
"Master, do you call me?" Lao Si asked with a smile.
Master Fang did not respond at all. He was like a stone man, just quietly roasting the fire. Lao Si knew Master Fang's temper and only stood aside and did not dare to move. The smile on his face gradually faded and changed to a faint sad expression.
After a while, Lao Si's thighs were numb, and he gently turned his body. Master Fang coughed and tilted his head. Lao Si quickly took the phlegm box, and Master Fang spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm.
Lao Si's face became as red as a pig liver again. The master was silent for so long today, and he must have thought of something.
Lao Si was a little restless. He smiled calmly and said, "Sir, if you have anything to say, just tell me."
Master Fang nodded, reached out and picked up the iron hook and stabbed the charcoal fire in the fire basin. Master Fang sighed and lowered his hand to put the iron hook next to the brazier.
"In two days, it will be the day of Shaowen's funeral, I..." Master Fang choked and turned his head, and his eyes were wet like wet land after the snow.
Lao Si also symbolically wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, and then looked at Master Fang excitedly.
"Sir, you have to say sorry..." Lao Si pleaded.
Master Fang sighed and nodded.
"He is going to have a funeral. What should she do? Go and tell her that she can't attend the funeral. After all, our family can't recognize her identity!" Master Fang said.
Lao Si gritted his teeth and nodded.
"Master, are you really going to kick her out?" Lao Si said.
Master Fang turned his head, looked at Lao Si coldly, and asked coldly, "What, do you have a problem?"
Lao Si shook his head repeatedly and smiled as if mocking himself. The snow on his shoes in the room had melted, and the snow on his shoes was cold, and it was even more uncomfortable with the warmth of charcoal fire.
"Sir, what are you talking about? What can I say? Lao Si just wants to say a few words. This time, her relatives have seen it. What will the relatives say now? Another thing, alas... Master, young master... The young master just left, isn't it a little inappropriate to do this?
Lao Si said and secretly glanced at Master Fang. He saw that Master Fang's face was as cold as snow outside, and Lao Si quickly swallowed the rest of his words.
Master Fang turned his head again, stared intently at his charcoal fire, and touched it with a fire hook from time to time. He is worried, which is the most depressing moment in his life. He would rather not have this money than lose his son.
"Do you think I don't know? Do you think I don't know? If it weren't for this girl, how could Shaowen... If he was willing to die for her, how could I not know how much he loved her? You don't know how much I regret... I only hate... I hate myself! I hate that I didn't agree to Shaowen at that time. If I agreed to Shaowen, he would not have run to Hanzhong, nor..."
"My lord's condolences. At present, I want to avenge the young master. Liu Laoer, I have handed over the money. He promised that he would not spare the ticket, and he would take their heads to see the master. Lao Si interrupted Master Fang's words.
Master Fang shook his head, sighed, closed his eyes, and two lines of tears rolled down his cheeks. Master Fang stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears, opened his eyes, and looked at Lao Si gloomily.
"Go and deal with it. If you handle it properly, you can give her some silver. By the way, let her manage the silk and satin farm opened before Shaowen's death, which is also the last kindness of our family to her. Alas...what an enemy..." Master Fang said, leaning against the chair, only staring at the beam.
Lao Si nodded and wanted to retreat.
"Wait." Master Fang suddenly said.
"Master's order!" Lao Si immediately said.
Master Fang gave him a meaningful look.
"Lao Si, you have to help me deal with this matter properly. You can't ask her to say that it's not right. Our bottom line is only that silk village. If you want something else, you can't do it. Master Fang said.
Lao Si nodded repeatedly. Suddenly, he had an idea and came up with an idea.
"My lord, I have an idea..."
The night came again, and the silence of the night hit Song Keren again.
The snowy sky shows a charming dark red, like a dark red grape. Song Keren has been sitting in such a position in front of the window for a long time. After a long time, her hands and feet have been cold, but she doesn't feel it at all. She didn't know that there was a conspiracy plan waiting for her at this moment.
She couldn't imagine that her husband had just died, and her husband's family calculated her because of her inheritance. For her, there is nothing more important in the world than Fang Shaowen. The reputation and status of those money are just passing clouds.
What she really wants is Fang Shaowen to come back to life. With him by her side, she is willing to become a beggar. As long as he is by her side, she is willing to let her suffer anything.
The maid pushed the door in and gently put the dinner on the table. She looked at Song Keren for two consecutive days. Song Keren has not touched the rice for two consecutive days. How can she get it if it goes on like this?
The maid gritted her teeth and broke the rules set by Aunt Zhao.
"Young... Miss Song, you should eat something before the young master left. You can't make the young master think about it..." Before she finished her words, she saw that Song Keren was already in tears. She knew that she had to go on and packed up her things and went out.
In the morning of the second day, Song Keren got up weakly from **. Her body collapsed, her bones were disobedient, and her muscles also strike and trembled. This is the result of not eating for two days, and Song Keren finally understood the meaning of the word "weakness".
Just then, the maid opened the door.
"Miss Song, outside, there is a prince surnamed Zhou outside to see the young master off. He wants to see you." The maid said.