Chapter 201 70 Years of Listening to the Waterside Bell
"To be honest, I don't know. I think... This should be love." Fan Fei sighed and said.
"It's a lie!" Ding Shichen curled her lips.
"It's true. I've thought about this question many times. I really can't say whether I love her or not, because all this is caused by mistake, and it can only be said that it is the arrangement of fate. Bing'er's background is very pitiful. I just sympathized with her and treated her as my own sister, but in the end, I regarded her as a life-saving straw and staged a ridiculous brother-sister film.
Fan Fei took another sip of wine, and then sighed, "Although I did get a lot of benefits in Shuangxiu, I must be responsible for her and marry her, but... If it hadn't been because of our misunderstanding at that time, I would definitely not have chosen her, but would have been with you wholeheartedly, because at that time I only Love you alone. Look, this is fate..."
Hearing this, Ding Shichen's eyes lit up and he took advantage of the wine and said, "Are you responsible for her? But there are many ways to be responsible. For example, you can compensate her with a large amount of money..."
As soon as she said this, Ding Shichen stopped talking because she saw Fan Fei shaking his head.
Although it is slow, it is very resolute and there is no room for negotiation.
"Now I'm Binger's only relative in the world! I promised her that I would never leave her!" Fan Fei said seriously word by word.
Emotions can never be bought with money, and Binger must not give up. This time, even if he is drunk, Fan Fei will still adhere to his principles.
After listening to this sentence, Ding Shichen's heart was suddenly full of despair.
"What about me? Don't you have to be responsible for me?" Ding Shichen was silent for a long time, and suddenly said angrily.
"What you said, there are many ways to be responsible..." Fan Fei suddenly smiled bitterly.
Ding Shichen was speechless, then picked up a stone and threw it across the river with all his strength, as if to throw out the anger in his heart.
She was originally a victim, but at this moment she seemed to be a ridiculous conspirater, which made her extremely depressed.
"Shichen, sing a song for me... You have never sung in front of me." Fan Fei suddenly changed the topic, "I know, you know that I have no tone, so I'm afraid of stimulating me, right?"
Ding Shichen didn't say anything, but his eyes turned red again.
Fan Fei guessed, that's right.
Because Fan Fei is a rural child and has never been a public singer, Ding Shichen never sings in front of him. Although her singing has been respected by teachers since she was a child.
She has always been accommodating to Fan Fei, and has been carefully maintaining Fan Fei's poor self-esteem, but in the end she lost Fan Fei, so she felt particularly wronged.
"Shichen, I don't deserve you. Xu Jing said that I'm a small farmer-conscious guy, selfish, male chauvinism, and you are different... Your father is right. You have always been a good child, a good child who is willing to think about others, so... Don't learn badly from me and forget me." Fan Fei looked at the rushing water, smiled, and his words were bitter.
Ding Shichen still didn't answer. She was silent for a long time and suddenly sang softly.
Her voice was like the sound of nature. With the song, a big carp suddenly jumped out of the river, as if she wanted to see what a wonderful person the singer was.
This song is the song "We Are All Good Children" sung by Wang Zheng. It is closely related to Fan Fei's "Good Children" just now. Obviously, Ding Shichen was touched by some kind of touch--
"Open the window and look at the white birds in the sky, thinking of your mint-flavored smile.
At that time, you ran on the playground and shouted, I love you, do you know?
At that time, we were not afraid of anything, and the brown sunset was about to fall.
You said that you should always love, and you will never be separated.
We are all good children, whimsmsful children. We believe in love and can be forever...
We are all good children, the kindest children, remembering and hurting us..."
As soon as she sang here, Ding Shichen suddenly stopped. She grabbed the wine bottle, took a sip again, and then choked and coughed.
First love is always difficult to succeed. There will always be people who are hurt by this relationship, but sadly, we will always miss our first love with our lives, those who have grown up and hurt us...
Fan Fei gently took Ding Shichen in his arms and sighed, "After we misunderstood that day, I was also drunk like this, and then shouted at the river water outside the window. Bastard, I love you, do you know... Do you know? I almost jumped into the river that day!"
Ding Shichen huddled in Fan Fei's arms and couldn't answer. He just covered his face and tears kept sliding down his fingers.
After getting drunk, Ding Shichen became more and more vulnerable. She was no longer stubborn and no longer resisted Fan Fei's long-lost hug.
"I used to be stupid, but I loved you, but I didn't dare to say it. I only dared to put it in the song I wrote and sing it to you in English..." Fan Fei said with a wry smile, "Oh, I'm just sultry. Forget it, let's not talk about that. You can continue to sing. You sing very well..."
Ding Shichen suddenly sobbed, "Change a song... I actually wrote a song for you..."
Fan Fei asked in surprise, "Really?"
Ding Shichen nodded vibly: "Well, this song was written after we broke up... to scold you!"
Fan Fei: "..."
Ding Shichen: "Of course, this song is also self-pity, just like a spring boudoir. If I hadn't been drunk, I wouldn't have dared to sing to you. I'm afraid you'll laugh at me!"
Fan Fei: "Are you really drunk now?"
Ding Shichen: "..."
Fan Fei: "If you are not drunk, will you drink more?"
Ding Shichen: "..."
Fan Fei: "Just kidding... Well, you sing it. I really want to hear it!"
Ding Shichen closed her eyes and thought for a while: "I forgot the lyrics."
Fan Fei: "..."
"Well, you don't have to make me happy. I'd better sing quickly. Anyway, it's the last time, and there's not much time." Ding Shichen sighed and said softly, "A Fei, the name of this song is Leng Luo..."
Next, Ding Shichen sang in a sad voice, like crying, with beautiful tunes, sad lyrics, and sincere emotions--
"The sky, no matter how big it is, it doesn't belong to me.
There are too many injuries.
Happiness, no matter how beautiful it is, it is just passing by.
Give everything and get what?
.
The oath is more fragile than expected.
Let me get used to loneliness slowly.
Forget it, maybe it's my best choice.
Some words are too late to say, but they are doomed to the end.
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Give all your heart, but be snuged by you again and again.
In my world, the air becomes thin.
An unfinished song that carries your promise.
Maybe no one can understand, lonely.
.
Tears replace the most beautiful sadness.
Maybe it's me, thinking too much.
Memories fell fiercely at the bottom of my heart.
Some words are too late to say, but they are doomed to the end.
.
Give all your heart, but be snuged by you again and again.
In my world, the air becomes thin.
An unfinished song that carries your promise.
Maybe no one can understand, lonely.
.
It records the bitter eight-tone box,
Isn't it? It's also wrong to pay sincerely
I've cried and I'm at a loss
The person I loved has passed by quietly
.
Give all the sincerity, love has been neglected
In my world, the air becomes thin
A unfinished song that carries your promise
Maybe no one can understand, lonely..."
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When he heard the sentence "The oath is more fragile than expected", Fan Fei's eyes turned red, and then he kept his head high, but something still slipped out and fell on Ding Shichen's hair.
I don't know when the song stopped, and the two of them were still silent for a long time. A feeling called unwillingness suddenly spread quietly in each other's hearts.
Wine is a good thing and an emotional catalyst. What you usually dare not say or sing songs. After drinking wine, you can roar out and vent it without scruples.
After a long time, Fan Fei finally lowered his head, quietly sniffed Ding Shichen's hair, and whispered, "Shichen, do you know? A prophet said that we are actually spiritual bodies one by one, just temporarily boarding in the current body. By the day of 2012, our spiritual bodies will fly around and say goodbye to the current body forever.
2012? That's a lie, a rumor!" Ding Shichen was stunned and then shook his head.
"Who knows if it's true or not? The Mayan calendar is really a little strange. Fan Fei shook his head and whispered, "Last night, I had a dream that at midnight on December 21, 2012, the vast sea suddenly submerged us. I took your hand and swam desperately, but a big wave broke us apart. I don't know where you have been, but I suddenly traveled to an ancient country in a different time and space. That country, called Baili, is very peaceful, there is no war, singing and dancing..."
"What happened later?" Ding Shichen couldn't help asking.
"I became a king, because I was keen and wise. They all called me the Lord of Wenrui..."
"Bah, stinky man, I dream of becoming an emperor. I think you are still thinking about the good things of the three palaces and six courtyards and seventy-two concubines, right?" Ding Shichen was suddenly unhappy and pinched Fan Fei fiercely.
She didn't know that after getting drunk, she unconsciously began to be jealous...
"No, in my dream, I have never married... My only hobby in my life is drinking and listening to the bell." Fan Fei shook his head.
"How is that possible?" Ding Shichen was surprised.
"You don't know that there is a huge copper bell in the Confucian Temple, which is very beautiful. It is called the Zhenguo Bell, which was given to the Baili family by the Rose Emperor 700 years ago. Whenever the night is lonely, across the surface of the water, the town bell of the Confucian Temple will ring. The bell will come far away in the cool night. The water on the Phoenix Pool is rips, and a round of moon shadow is broken. Fan Fei suddenly said very beautiful words, which made Ding Shichen a little fascinated for a moment.
"What happened later?"
"I have a stomach of Tang and Song poetry brought from the earth, so no one can compare my talent in Baili. I drink a lot of wine every night, and then take advantage of the night to drive the carriage, stop on the Yue Bridge by the Phoenix Pool to listen to the bell, look at the shadow of the tower in the distance, mutter to myself, and say two words over and over again... They never knew what I was talking about. They just thought that I was studying the Chinese chapter and ruminate the poems, so they all praised desperately. Say to me and say that I have the best talent..."
"Which two words are you talking about?" Ding Shichen couldn't help asking.
"Boring..." Fan Fei smiled.
Ding Shichen was stunned, and suddenly pinched Fan Fei again, and said hatefully, "No kidding!"
"Well, those two words are actually... Shichen!" Fan Fei sighed and finally confessed.
Ding Shichen finally got the most wanted answer in her subconscious, so tears suddenly flowed down uncontrollably. She wanted to say something, but her throat was choked.
Women are always emotional. A sad and beautiful story and a bottle of liquor, or even a Korean drama, can often make them cry.
"Every time I drink a glass of wine, I will casually write the poems I suddenly recall on the paper on the bridge, such as 'moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground', and then fold them into paper boats one by one, and put a piece of candle left in the palace in the boat. The spark is a little bit, and the water under the bridge is released into the distance. And in the distance of the downstream, there is a group of people waiting unsightly at night to pick up those paper boats. When they are lucky, the water does not stain the ink, and they can sell thousands of gold baht in the market of the Temple of Literature. Later, the collection of "Wen Rui's Lantern Song" was collected from my paper boats. I always recall Li Bai and Du Fu's poems after getting drunk. They are purely a scoundrel and drunkard, but they don't know that I can't actually write poetry, so they still praise me desperately, saying that I'm a famous man..."
"What happened later?" Ding Shichen took a deep breath and asked with his heartbeat.
"Later... I, who had the best talent and a famous scholar, had no wife and no children in my life, and I died alone. Then my wife lived flat to the age of 70, and finally died next to Yueqiao. After I died, Yueqiao was renamed Shiqiao. Countless literati and coquettish people pay tribute every day, but no one knows that Shiqiao's poem is actually Shichen's poem. Haha, do you think it's interesting? Fan Fei suddenly laughed.
Ding Shichen's body suddenly trembled. Although he knew that Fan Fei was talking about a dream, he still felt a deep coolness.
Fan Fei's voice suddenly turned low again: "Actually, I still wrote a poem... That night, the internal inspectors watched their old lord walk to the river in the distance, put down the last paper boat in the water tremblingly, and then sat on the bank of the rising water to wash their feet, and never stood up again. The people downstream picked up the last paper boat. The poem on the paper boat was the only poem I wrote myself after crossing - listening to the bell by the water for 70 years, and I have lived my life.
"Seventy years of listening to the clock by the water, but this life... Seventy years of listening to the clock by the water, this life..." Ding Shichen repeatedly read this poem, thinking about the sad beauty of the dream, thinking about Fan Fei's lonely life, his heart was broken for a moment, and finally covered his face with his hands. , crying and losing his voice.
Ding Shichen is at the age of love. She is a beautiful and true girl. Such a sad story is enough to make her cry, full of sadness, and even unforgettable.
Ding Shichen, who was just crying bitterly, didn't see it, and Fan Fei's face suddenly appeared with some uneasiness.
This story is indeed beautiful, but it is not Fan Fei's real dream, but a passage adapted from Jiangnan's Jiuzhou Miaolu II. Fan Fei has a good memory. When he saw this story that day, he liked it very much, so he specially read two more articles and wrote them down secretly. At this moment, he adapted it and changed the fictional ancient story in the novel into the content after his time travel, which was also very appropriate.
Of course, Ding Shichen didn't know that this story was brewed by Fan Fei before going down the steps.
Fan Fei wants to use this story to tell Ding Shichen that he really loves her and can't bear to part with her, and if the two continue to hate each other like this, they may be lonely for a lifetime and never be happy.
Dreamland is actually a reality. If the heart is dead, what's the difference between a different world and the current world?
Fan Fei originally wanted to use this story to confess himself, and hinted that Ding Shichen should carefully consider the breakup. Even if he really wants to break up, at least he can be a good friend. It's just that he didn't expect that Ding Shichen's reaction was so loud that he cried so hard.
And Fan Fei is actually the most unswratic for women to cry, not to mention using this kind of deception...
"Shichen, don't cry. In fact, I made up this story." Seeing that Ding Shichen couldn't stop crying, Fan Fei finally couldn't help telling the truth.
"Nonsense... Don't lie to me, don't comfort me, let me cry happily..." Ding Shichen cried more and more, and he didn't believe that it was a false dream at all.
Fan Fei stretched out his big hand to wipe her tears, but he couldn't wipe them clean. He was anxious and simply lowered his head and kissed it with the power of wine.
Ding Shichen trembled all over and struggled for a while at first. Later, he stopped resisting and kissed warmly.
With the strength of wine, the two suddenly returned to the past. They are still as close as before, a fierce and passionate long kiss that makes them forget everything...
For a moment, Ding Shichen was kissed breathlessly and almost suffocated.
After a long time, Ding Shichen gently pushed Fan Fei's lips away and hid in his arms. His face turned red, but there was no regret.
Perhaps, from taking those two bottles of wine, Ding Shichen knew that this moment would eventually happen.
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(A large chapter of nearly 5,000 words is sent. I would like to express my sincere gratitude for this beautiful story in Jiangnan's book, and I would like to thank my book friend and author's friend "Brave" for writing the second lyric "Neng Luo" for this book. I hope everyone can support his "Subversive Legend". There is a link below.)