268 is another Qixi
Slowly, she seemed to notice his coldness, with a bleak look and insomnia at night. This is...very good.
But on that cold winter night, he went outside and coughed blood as usual, but when he came back, he saw her sitting **, looking frightened, like a child abandoned in the wilderness.
After being depressed for a long time, even the emotions that he thought might calm down surged out again... If he was really gone, who would comfort her when she woke up in a nightmare?
And he will eventually leave, but he can't be sure when it is, but the number of coughing blood is getting more and more, and the time is beginning to be fixed.
He envisioned countless separations, but he didn't expect that... she was kidnapped!
Only this bad news can take half of his remaining life, and the eldest brother actually left with the money to save people...
He went to find her, looking for her all over the mountain. At this moment, the so-called cleverness can't play a single star, and can only float like a ghost. There is a slight dust under his feet, floating with the broken stars of life.
Xueyan, what will you do if I die? If I die now...
The mind began to drift, and the last point of consciousness was to go home and tell them to save her anyway...
The mountain shakes, and everything is blurred. There is only one figure. Although it is delicate, it is persistent and clearly piercing into the eyes.
Is that her? Why do you look like her?
Close, closer...
It's her, it's really her...
It's only seven days, as if we have been separated for seven years; it's just a few steps, as if we have gone through a lifetime.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly and was about to touch the person who would be fascinated even if he died...
She's alive...she's fine...she's back...
He could hear blood rushing in his body and surging into his chest like a tide.
He is not thin...
He drove her away, and he was finally relieved.
Maybe it's good to end here, but everything has reversed, just a little late. Just a little bit, but he really lost her forever.
For three years, he has been looking for her and has tried everything, but there is no news. It is often said that he has seen her somewhere, and every time he rushes there with expectation, but the result...
She seems to have disappeared from the imperial capital, but where will she go? Chengfu is also looking for her...
Even if three years were fruitless, he decided that she should still be in Dijing because of that house...
If he knew today, he should have gone to see where it was, and the only thing he was so lucky now was that he didn't let her "contribute" at the beginning, otherwise she wouldn't even have the fear of this place, and he didn't know where to look for her. At least now, he can still feel that she is by his side.
Since you are still there, I am confident to find you. Maybe it will take longer. You have to wait for me...
The yard is very lively. The girls are busy dyeing their nails with golden phoenix flowers, moving five pots, and discussing "fighting tricks" at night...
Chinese Valentine's Day, it's Chinese Valentine's Day again...
There was a Qixi Festival, and he met her in the golden jade tower. In the chaos, a flower of the pan went away...
There was a Chinese Valentine's Day. He played with her in the market. In the spacious and drooping sleeves, there were two tightly wrapped hands. He raised his eyes and stared at each other, which was indescribable affection...
There was a Chinese Valentine's Day. He sat with her by the wooden door full of climbing roses and looked at the galaxy in the sky. She asked an interesting question, if the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl were together every day, would she still have this love for thousands of years? He really wants to answer her. He doesn't know anything about others, but for her, he reads it thousands of times in his heart...
There was a Chinese Valentine's Day. He was still standing by the fragrant wooden door, but he didn't see her return late. Twilight is four-in-one, and the night is cool to the bone...
Touch a bracelet from the chest and gently rub it.
For a long time, the once intoxicating wine red has become dim, and the silk buckle is also worn so that there is only one thread connected, as if it can be broken by blowing a breath.
The red lotus is still lifelike, linger with pearl powder in the afternoon sun.
I stared for a long time, as if I saw another red lotus born on one side and heard her softly, "There are only two in the world, which one do you want me to sell... In fact, sometimes I think it would be good if it can always be like this..."
Throat infarction and blurred vision. When the sight was clear, another lotus flower disappeared and only heard herself say softly, "How can it be? It will definitely get better and better..."
I remember that she would burn a fire at night and bake potatoes and sweet potatoes in the fire. The fragrant smell made Tingfang and Xun'er drool, but she ate with them like a child, and then drew kittens on their faces with her black fingers. He was not spared... I remember that she led after a heavy snow. The children piled up snowmen all over the yard, saying that this was their family. Two of the snowmen were very close and held hands. He knew that it was her and him... Remember that every morning when she woke up, she squatted on her chest like a kitten, whether she quarreled with him the night before or not...
Every point, every drop, whether awake or in a dream, is always clear and real. The only difference is that... she is gone.
Move to the dressing table and pick up a box of rouge.
She has always liked to make these fats and powders, and the rose-colored paste has only a light mark. Because of too long, the paste is dry and the fragrance has dissipated early.
Open the makeup again and pick up a green and blue pearl flower.
She likes these jewelry the most and takes them out almost every day. At this moment, he seems to see her happily take a long hairpin and ask him with a smile, "Is it beautiful?"
He couldn't help touching the face, but his hand only touched a ray of sunlight, and sporadic dust was flying lightly.
I can't help laughing bitterly.
The box is full of pearls, but only the purple bead hairpin is worn on the head. Occasionally, a simple jade hairpin or two vivid silk flowers will be added for the scene, because it is "too heavy".
Her complaining look flashed in front of her eyes, and he hooked the corners of his lips.
Zi Tianzhu... Can you really fall in love for the third time? Every time I think about this, my heart gets a little comfort, but how long will his afterlife... be?
Next to it is a rosewood wardrobe, and her clothes are folded in it. Some time ago, people just took it out to dry.
Even after such a long time, it still lingers around her fragrance, without a trace of light tea fragrance.
He picked out a plain brocade long coat, and the corners of his clothes were in full bloom, just as amazing as three years ago...
A wisp of green silk in his hand is powerless to float.
...I said that if something big happens in the future, I have to ask before I can leave... I don't want you to hide where I can't find...
But he finally didn't give her a chance to ask, and she finally disappeared where he couldn't find it.
A sigh finally dissipated.
Out of the window, the joy is still the same.
Chinese Valentine's Day, it's Chinese Valentine's Day again...
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Chinese Valentine's Day, it's Chinese Valentine's Day again...
A woman in her 20s sat in front of the lattice window of Shuiyunju's small house, clowning to the goose, and was fascinated by a cluster of flowers and plants in front of her.
The little banyan tree planted three years ago has grown taller than the house. At this moment, it is combing the branches in the wind, scattering the fine light and hiding on her face, and also sprinkled on half of the jewelry patterns painted in front of the elm case.
Three years, the broken scene seems to have disappeared forever in the torrential rainstorm, including the equally fragmented her.
Nowadays, the most noble seats of every jewelry store in Dijing are decorated with jewelry designed by her. Every day, people use a lot of money to sell her new design to her own home.
Now, major brothers have invited her to come to the door, because she can make every mediocre woman look like a fairy, and there are always unique clothing styles to help them add flowers.
Nowadays, many families have to greet her in advance two or three months before the end of the year, just to fill a basin of delicate peonies in their main hall on New Year's Eve.
Nowadays, people respectfully call her "Yiran Girl"...
"Mom, noon has passed, and Yuer has finished practicing three big characters."
A soft voice came in from the crack of the door and then leaned into a pink face.
Shensi turned around and took the walnut sticky and chestnut cake from the celadon plate and handed it to her: "Don't eat too much. You're going to have a toothache again."
The little man in pink grabbed the snack, smiled, and ran to the yard to pounce on butterflies.
She smiled and looked at the happy little figure for a while and continued to draw on the paper, but she didn't want to draw dark clouds, decaying grass everywhere, and a dilapidated temple hidden in the wind and rain...
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She just ran forward, don't know where to run, and how many times she fell.
She saw that the flesh and blood on her hands was blurred, and she just saw it.
The rumble in my ear is just a loud noise.
Someone suddenly grabbed her. She only saw the anxious color of her face, the mouth kept opening and closing, and only saw the string of dripping water on the hair.
Is it raining?
She looked up in a confused way...
Dumb clouds rolled, lightning cracked in the air, and countless bright crystals fell down quickly. One of them is hitting the eye... it hurts.
The pain seems to spread, from the eyes into the chest, then into the internal organs, limbs and bones, and then gathered on the lower abdomen and twisted.
She unconsciously fell to the ground and watched the muddy green skirt with blood stains. The blood stain continued to deepen and increase, as if a demonic flower was blooming, and the color was so bright that even the surrounding mud and water were dyed red... It's so beautiful...
When I opened my eyes, I saw a small temple with ashes on top of the tower, surrounded by a cold Buddha statue, and Bitong was crying.
She was actually placed on the table by Bitong. If she had been in the past, she would have laughed, but now even if she used her brain, she would be in severe pain all over.
She already knows what happened. It originated from the Dragon Boat Festival. They rarely made out with them once, but they didn't want to have it, but they didn't want to lose it again.
She stared at the gray roof and stopped thinking.