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(III)

That day, Shangguan Bingyan cried for a long time by Xiaotan. She did not cry for others, but for herself. Since she came to this world, she has never thought about why she lived. Now she knows that she needs to be happy, but the people around her have never given her this.

The wind sounded at night, and the figure in the small building became more and more desolate, and a sad song sounded.

"This child!" Mingjing was crying in the room.

At this time, there was a man sitting in the hall, but his body was already dead. Listening to the song, his dead face suddenly became sad.

"Madam, is this for peace?"

Shangguanye grabbed his hair in pain. The bright moonlight outside the window shone in, and the frosty ground looked more deserted. At this time, the song stopped.

Shangguan Ye looked upstairs. After a while, the song started again.

"Yan'er, I hope you can be happy. Although you are not happy, I would rather be selfish. Even if you are not happy, I want you to belong to me." After saying that, Shangguanye swept out of the window crazily.

"Where are you now? I really miss you, the way you catching fish, the way you lean against me and listen to me playing the flute. Did you hear the dream?

Shangguan Bingyan grabbed the flute in her hand, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and cried silently.

After a few days, Shangguan and Yan did not step out of the door. Mingjing was really distressed. On this day, she directly retreated the door of Bingyan's room and walked in.

The faint fragrance in the room has been covered by the sadness of the owner. Looking at the weak back, it was quiet and painful. Shangguan Bingyan sat on the chair in front of the window, and her eyes were always looking out of the window. It was no longer important to her day and night.

"Yan'er, what's wrong with you? Do you know that your wet nurse hurts psychologically?" Mingjing snuggled up to her and sat down.

"Let's go. My mother has left everything. Yan'er is going to go. Yan'er is going to find Menghen. Yan'er believes that Menghen is also waiting for me."

Mingjing hugged Bingyan tightly and cried bitterly, "Yan'er, just leave your wet nurse cruelly."

Shangguan Bingyan didn't say anything. She looked at the sky outside the window and smiled and said, "There are many things in the mother'er world that Yaner has not experienced, but Yaner doesn't want to experience it now. Yan'er is so tired and wants to sleep."

"It's all the man who killed Yan'er. He doesn't deserve to be Yan'er's father. Let's go! Yan'er's wet nurse will take you out of this place now. The wet nurse wants you to see the outside world. At that time, Yan'er will be happy. The outside world is very beautiful. Let's go now. Mingjing made this decision, and all the unwillingness buried in her heart was said at this time.

Shangguan Bingyan turned around and looked at Mingjing: "Is the world outside my mother really so beautiful?"

Mingjing has been crying for a long time and said, "There is joy in the outside world. Yan'er will definitely be happy.

"Mother, are you really willing to leave here with Yan'er?" Shangguan Bingyan was overjoyed.

Mingjing just wanted to open her mouth, but suddenly felt a cold breath behind her, and her body trembled involuntarily.

"Mingjing, you are really getting bolder and bolder. Don't I deserve to be the father of Bingyan? Didn't I say that no one is allowed to enter the lady's room without my instructions. You are a subordinate. You don't understand these things yet?" Shangguanye's already cold face is now slightly ferocious.

"Master, Ming Jing knew it was wrong, but Miss?"

"That's enough. Can't I, a father, deal with Miss's affairs? Why don't you go out?" Shangguanye's patience has reached the extreme.

He looked at Shangguan Bingyan quietly and left tremblingly.

Shangguan Bingyan didn't look at him, but turned to look out of the window.

The bright moon appears at night,

Where are the Iraqis?

Looking at the spring breeze with tears,

There is no attachment in my heart.

Shangguanye was not talking. He listened to this short poem and looked at the man in front of him quietly. The uncomfortable feeling suddenly came out. A song sounded. The song that was supposed to make people calm lost its previous role at this time. The actor was unintentional but listened attentively, and Shangguanye's face gradually became ferocious.

"Yan'er, what's wrong with you? My father knows that he has done a lot of wrong things, but my father has begun to regret it. Can't you give my father a chance? Poor parents all over the world, can Yan'er talk to her father? Even if it's just one sentence." At this time, Shangguanye's painful appearance was very incongruous with his ferocious expression.

But Shangguan Bingyan didn't see this change. She was just playing her own music. Obviously, she didn't exist as Shangguanye.

At the end of the song, the room returned to calm. Shangguanye was so angry at this time that his eyes had become empty, and he walked forward.

As if she felt something strange, Bingyan said softly, "Father, in fact......................"

Before she finished speaking, the man had already held herself in her arms. Shangguan Bingyan was so shocked that she dropped the flute. When she was a child, she didn't know how many times she had been hugged. She still remembered that she often fell asleep in the arms of her wet nurse, but now she was actually held like this. Although the man was her father, she felt that her life was huge. He was so scared that he gasped slightly and struggled no matter how much he struggled. The chest had not moved for a moment. At this time, Bingyan could no longer make a sound.

"Yan'er, you only belong to me." Shangguanye has completely lost his nature, just holding the person he misses deeply.

Wanting to cry but no tears, Shangguan Bingyan thought of death. Her nails had been caught in Shangguanye's skin, but there was no bleeding. Shangguan Bingyan bit her lip.

"Yan'er is so beautiful, just like your mother, really! Please don't leave me, okay?" Shangguanye continued to talk nonsense, but there was a happy smile on the corners of his mouth.

When she woke up, Shangguan Bingyan found that she was lying on **. She could hardly remember when the devil left her. The tears she had just accumulated were overflowed at this moment. Looking at the flute on the table, she had already forgotten the music.

The next day, Mingjing took the risk to go to Shangguan Bingyan's door and gently knocked twice: "Yan'er, I'm a wet nurse. Open the door quickly."

"Don't come near me, go away quickly." There is a little sobbing in the voice.

Shangguan Bingyan hasn't moved for a long time. Her haggard face is imprinted with sadness, which makes people feel sad. Whenever she thinks of death, she always thinks of dream marks, the shy face with the boy, and the way he catches fish.

"Menghen, why don't you come to save me? Where are you?"

The bright moon appears at night,

Where are the Iraqis?

Looking at the spring breeze with tears,

There is no attachment in my heart.

Shangguan Bingyan repeated this poem with a smile.

(To be finished)