Denghuaxiao

Chapter 215 Unintentional

 It rained non-stop.

After a long time, Lu Zhen looked at him and said calmly: "Why didn't you leave?"

 She asked Yinzheng to make it clear to Qingfeng that she would not go today.

 Qing Feng’s carriage has left long ago and has not returned, so he must have brought the words with him.

 He has left, she thought. She knew this fact, so she came with such confidence.

 But why is he still here?

 Still here, waiting alone?

“You don’t want to see me, so I can’t just go see you and make you angry.”

“But I also think that if you change your mind midway and suddenly want to see me, I will wait here for a moment longer.”

 He smiled and said, "Fortunately, I had the foresight."

 Lu Zhen was silent.

This is not just "waiting for one more moment", time has passed long enough, and if it were a moment later, his birthday would also have passed.

"What are you doing?" Pei Yunying went out and pulled Lu Huo into the house.

There was no one else in the tea house, and the lights in every dining room were turned off. Only this one was still lit, and a large table of dishes was placed on the table.

 Lu Xu lowered his eyes and looked over.

 The food has become cold.

“This is not a restaurant or a restaurant, it’s a teahouse that my mother loved to come to when she was still alive.”

He took the paper umbrella from Lu Zhuo's hand and put it at the door, then walked to the table: "The owner of the teahouse has a weird temper and only does business until You hour. After You hour, he closed the door and went home. It took a lot of effort for me to agree to stay for me tonight. moment."

"But the rain was too heavy and people left just now. The food is too cold to eat." His fingertips brushed a small wine bottle on the table. "The wine is still warm and you can drink it."

The wine pot was lifted by Pei Yunying and poured into the white porcelain wine cup, which was as clear as a mirror.

 “Wine is for Mr. Huan, it removes worries and brings happiness.” He handed a cup to Lu Zhuo: “Uncle Huan, wine is for removing worries.”

 Lu Zong took the wine cup.

Pei Yunying looked at her and smiled faintly: "My mother liked this place when she was alive and said that the maple leaves here are very beautiful, but I have never been here once."

 He looked out the window, seeing a drizzle of rain falling over the distant mountains.

 It’s not the time when maple leaves turn red yet.

 He looked at it for a while, then came to his senses and asked her: "Why don't you sit down?"

Lu Chen stood still, his hand holding the wine cup gradually tightened, and after a moment, he said, "Today is your birthday."

"Yes." Pei Yunying curled her lips and spread a hand towards her, "Where is the colorful ribbon you gave me?"

 Lu Zhen was silent.

Last year on his birthday, Pei Yunshu gave birth. She detoxified Pei Yunshu, and Pei Yunying had no intention of celebrating. However, even though they didn't celebrate together, they still spent time together despite a strange combination of circumstances.

 We are together again this year.

 Unknowingly, a year has passed.

 She reached out and put the wine cup on the table.

"I'm very busy today," Lu Yan said slowly, "I will be very busy in the future too. The palace commander invited me here late at night just for these unimportant things, which would be too boring."

Pei Yun paused.

Lu Zhen looked at him and said, "For such boring things, the palace commander can just find someone else. Please don't call me in the future."

She lowered her head and was about to go out when Pei Yunying's voice suddenly came from behind her.

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 She paused in her steps.

"You once asked me why I didn't push you away when you refused Dong Lin and hugged me to act at the gate of the Palace Commander's Mansion."

Lu Zong turned his back to him and heard his own difficult voice: "Why?"

 “There is no reason.”

He said calmly: "I just don't want to push him away."

The rain was gurgling, and the lights in the house flickered on and off.

Lu Zong's heart trembled.

 “Why don’t you ask me what my birthday wish is?”

 Lu Zhen said nothing.

Pei Yunying walked up to her.

Misty rain passed through the bead curtain, blowing the dim candlelight on the table. His heroic brows were bathed in warmth, and he looked at her steadily and calmly.

 “My birthday wish is…”

　　…"May the person I love also love me."

It was like someone dropped a huge boulder on a calm lake, causing turbulent water splashes. However, in just a moment, the water gradually turned bitter, and a deep sadness swept over her heart.

She raised her eyes, firmly sealing the ripples in her heart in the corner, with an indifferent expression.

“Won’t the Commander-in-Chief tell me that I am the one he loves?”

His thick eyebrows slightly twisted: "Why is it impossible?" After a pause, he added: "I thought I made it very clear."

Lu Zhen chuckled.

She smiled sarcastically: "Does a man fall in love after he has helped others a few times? Your Majesty, I am not that pretentious."

"I won't take this matter seriously, and you don't have to take it seriously. You and I will pretend that what happened today never happened."

Having said that, he stood up to leave.

Pei Yunying pressed the door and blocked it in front of her.

　His tall figure enveloped her shadow, forcefully holding her in place for the first time. His eyes were sharp and aggressive, staring at her unwillingly with a smile but not a smile.

He said: "What's the matter? You were so bold when you killed people. Why did you become timid when I showed you my feelings? Is it because..."

“…You have a guilty conscience and you also like me a little bit in your heart?”

 Lu Zhuo froze.

Pei Yunying stared at her closely, his dark, bright eyes dazzling under the light, refusing to let go of any of her eyes.

It's like on a very cold, dark and rainy night, someone appears with a lamp on. He takes your hand, puts a dry and warm coat on you, and then gives you a cup of warm honey water.

 Those who seem indifferent can always warm those who are more lonely.

She likes this warmth and covets it, but she cannot let herself get close to it. She must restrain herself and stay away.

 Even though she couldn't deny it.

The fingertips dug deeper and deeper, but she raised her head, looked at the other person and said indifferently: "I don't like you."

 A sentence that speaks loudly.

Pei Yunying was startled.

He looked calm, stared at her and said, "I don't believe it."

 Lu Zong was silent.

"I'm not a fool. It's too lame for you to use this excuse to deal with me."

He leaned closer and stared into her eyes, "Sometimes, the way you look at me is obviously very tempting."

 Lu Zhen's heart moved slightly.

He is the proud son of heaven. He has a good family background and good looks. He grew up surrounded by people. From the first time she met Pei Yunying, she understood that politeness and gentleness were the other person's etiquette and upbringing. He was proud in his bones and refused to bow his head. He had done it for her many times. Make exceptions.

My own pretense of calmness cannot deceive this person.

People can never go against their own hearts.

 But she couldn't bear to sink into these tempting "exceptions".

Even though she knew very well that she was the person who was most afraid of owing favors and clearly cared about everyone's favors, she never gave him anything.

Deception, tit-for-tat, enjoying the warmth of the other person for a moment with peace of mind, and then pushing him away mercilessly.

 She is such a selfish person.

 Selfish and indifferent.

"Master Pei is too self-righteous," Lu Chen said coldly.

“Just because Mr. Pei is young, promising and handsome, everyone in the world should like you?”

“Just because you are noble, handsome and from an extraordinary family, everyone will love you?”

Lu Huan smiled: "I am not the daughter of the Grand Master's Palace. Master Pei, don't think too highly of yourself, and don't think too low of others." A hint of chill.

The smile on the young man's face gradually faded, and he stared at her steadily.

“In that case, when Jin Xianrong was talking about my mother behind my back, why did you take it out on me?”

“It’s just a normal acupuncture treatment, so the commander-in-chief doesn’t need to think too much about it.”

“When the Privy Councilor Yan Xu issued a threat, why did you resort to the law?”

 “I’m afraid that the commander-in-chief will cause trouble to me.”

“Begging for cleverness and fighting for cleverness on the night above, you and I once won a comb together.”

Lu Tong: "I've already thrown away the comb."

 His expression trembled.

"Lu Yun," Pei Yunying took a step closer and spoke slowly, as if unwilling to let her go: "From the beginning to the end, are you really honest and open-minded and have no selfish intentions towards me?"

 Lu Zhen clenched his fists.

The young man stood under the lamp, his young and clean face illuminated by the dim light, and his pair of dark and bright eyes shimmered, as quiet as a deep pool.

Suddenly, she seemed to see the plum blossoms blooming brightly on Luomei Peak, and the dark clouds rolling painfully on the grass. Yun Niang came out of the thatched house holding a medicine bowl and said "hiss" to her.

 “Little Seventeen.”

 The woman bent her eyes and warned her seriously: "You must hide the things you like. Otherwise, it will be just like it."

　　 will be the same as it.

 His eyes were a little hot, but Lu Yan just raised his head, looked at the person in front of him calmly, and said, "No."

No.

The lights seemed to freeze for a moment, and the cold air of the rainy night finally came over the surface at this moment. Drops of autumn rain were like tears, falling in rows along the eaves.

Lu Yun picked up the umbrella, pushed him away and went out. The moment he passed by, Pei Yunying tried to hold her, and the corner of the woman's cold sleeve slipped from his hand, like a wisp of wind that was difficult to grasp, slipping away silently.

 He was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and caught up with her in a few steps, "I'll see you off."

Lu Zhen held up an umbrella and walked forward: "No need."

 “Lu Zhuo.” He said.

Lu Zhen stopped and did not move forward.

The rain continued to fall from the sky, and the crimson figure in the dark night was no longer as bright and bright as before, but became gloomy and embarrassed.

 In the drizzle, one person is in front and the other is behind. They are so close that they cannot get too close.

After a moment, he lowered his eyes and said, "I'll have someone send you off."

Lu Zhen said nothing more.

Qing Feng quickly drove over in a carriage. He realized that the atmosphere between the two was unusual and did not dare to speak. Lu Zhu got on the carriage and lowered the curtain without looking back.

 The carriage gradually drove away.

 It was completely dark all around.

Pei Yunying returned to the tea house.

The food has gone cold, and the empty wine cups are dumped on the table, reminding me that this birthday was really bad.

 He sat down at the table, was silent for a while, and then took out a green bracelet from his arms.

The bracelet that Pei Yunshu gave him that he didn't have time to give away, I hope he can give it to the one he loves.

 He looked down for a long time.

After a long time, Pei Yunying reached out and lifted the wine bottle on the table.

The silver wine pot was cold in his hand, and the juice of "Huan Bo" was as clear as tears. The moment he took it into his mouth, he was slightly startled.

 It is cool.

The warm, soft sake that can warm one's chest and abdomen on a rainy night has turned cold before I know it.

 …

 The carriage stopped in front of the West Street Medical Center.

The door of the hospital was opened a crack, and Yin Zheng was waiting for her at the door with a lantern.

 Lu Zhuo entered the inner shop, and the carriage disappeared into the rain. Yizheng closed the door of the hospital, took the paper umbrella from Lu Zhuo's hand and put it in the corner, saying, "Why are you back so soon, girl?"

 In the daytime, when Qing Feng's carriage was waiting outside the door, Lu Zhen had no intention of going out.

 Later at night, Yin Zheng asked several times, and Lu Zhu asked her to tell Qing Feng that she would not go to Danfeng Terrace tonight.

Just when Yin Zheng thought that Lu Zhu would not leave the hospital again and would pass by quietly today, Lu Xi suddenly walked out of the house again.

 In the middle of the night, regardless of the trouble, she hired a carriage and went to Danfeng Terrace.

Yin Zheng wanted to follow her, but Lu Zhu flatly refused.

Unable to defeat her, Yinzheng had to wait in the hospital. But he didn't expect that Lu Zhuo would return in less than an hour.

The oil lamp he held in his hand illuminated the inner bunk. Yin Zheng looked at Lu Zhu's face and asked, "Why does the girl look so ugly?" He shook her hand again and was startled: "My hands are so cold, what happened?"

Lu Zong, with a pale face, opened the felt curtain and walked into the courtyard.

 “It’s nothing, I’m just tired.”

"But…"

Yin Zheng looked at her uneasily and followed Lu Zhen. After Lu Zhen entered the house and closed the door, a figure was immediately reflected on the window, accompanied by the sound of water dripping in the courtyard.

 “You should go back to the house, I want to rest first.”

Lu Zong’s tone was calm.

Yin Zheng stood at the door of Lu Zhuo's house for a while, until the lights in the house went out and no more movement was heard. The people in the house seemed to have gone to bed to rest before sighing and leaving with the lamp in hand.

 Lu Zong was sitting at the table.

The room was dark, and the lanterns hanging under the eaves of the small courtyard gave only a faint light in the rainy night. She sat dumbly, like a doll. She obviously brought an oil-paper umbrella with her when she went out today, but she was not even half-touched while sitting in the carriage. The wind and rain were biting the cold, but at this moment, I actually felt a biting chill.

The rain kept falling outside the window, and someone's voice seemed to be caught in the cold rainy night, echoing in her ears over and over again.

“From the beginning to the end, are you really honest and have no selfish intentions towards me?”

 Are you magnanimous?

 Don’t you have any selfish intentions?

 A bit of heartbreaking pain gradually came from the bottom of her heart, dull and slow. She thought that after so long, she had lost everything and her heart too, and she would no longer feel the pain, but she understood at this moment.

 It turns out it still hurts.

 Maybe it’s not pain.

　　 It means the feeling of being reluctant to part with something precious or favorite that is about to be stripped away.

 She knew what it was.

 Having truly liked someone, and also been truly liked by someone. A little regretful, a little reluctant to give up this bit of warmth. In this ordinary life, there was a real moment of throbbing.

An unbearable pain came from the chest. Lu Zhu couldn't tell whether it came from the heart or elsewhere. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to press his heart. He bent down in the spasm, rubbed his sleeves, and put a file on the desk. He was thrown to the ground, and the sweat beads rolling down his cheeks wetted the pages of the book drop by drop.

  She recalled Yin Zheng's surprise when she saw the storybook during the day.

“Hey,” Yin Zheng was surprised, “This is the storybook I bought in the study earlier. Why is it here, girl?”

　　Lu Huan replied: “Just take a look.”

“Oh,” Yin Zheng nodded, “I haven’t had time to read this book yet. What is it written in?”

“Written about a terminally ill woman falling in love with someone.”

Yin Zheng was startled: "Ah? In the end, the woman was cured of her terminal illness?"

"No."

Lu Yan's eyes were indifferent, "She died, and her lover was so sad that she died in love soon after, and they were buried together."

Yin Zheng couldn't help sighing: "This story is really sad to listen to, and so is the person who wrote it. If you want to write about a happy marriage, why write about life and death? Using a dying person as the protagonist will inevitably make the viewer heartbroken. "

 “Not a good ending.”

Lu Zhu lowered his eyes, and only after Yin Zheng left did he softly say "hmm".

 It is indeed not a good ending.

 Just like herself.

 Why start if it is destined to have a bad ending? It is better to help yourself and others.

 The woman curled up into a ball, like a fetus curled up in its mother's body, trying desperately to get some warmth on a cold rainy night.

On the ground, next to the book of stories that was wet with sweat, there was a bright red ribbon with a delicate shape.

　　It has already been woven completely.

　　　Breaking up always happens on a rainy day TAT

　　(End of this chapter)