bronze door

Under the rare sunset in the capital city in winter, Wang Qingtong walked slowly.Her shadow was dragged on the snow for a long time, and she walked step by step. Every step, she stepped on her own shadow without hesitation. It was heavier and more resolute than the setting sun that was about to fall to the west mountain.

On this day, she finally crushed the shadow that destroyed herself severely.No one knew what she had experienced in the days shrouded in that shadow; no one knew what she had paid to break through that shadow.

The two scarlet gates of the Young Marshal's Mansion are hung with bronze lions and iron rings, and they can be regarded as full-fledged nobles in the capital.It's just that the number of guards in front of the gate of this noble family is much less than before, only three or two groups left.There were also a few servants who looked around the entrance of the alley from time to time, when suddenly someone shouted and rushed up to meet them in three or two steps.

"Amitabha, you are finally back, hurry, hurry, come in!" He said hurriedly while lifting Wang Bronze into the door.

The housekeeper who was rushing to meet him suddenly seemed to be seeing the Buddha, and he kept muttering: "Thank God, you have come back safely! There was a big incident in the city today, and a car caught fire and burned to the ground. , Many people were killed and injured. You went out at that time, but you were dying! All the active guards in the mansion went out to look for you, and finally came back safely. I am truly blessed by the Bodhisattva, blessed by the Bodhisattva." All the way He babbled and babbled, and gathered people to the front of the master's room.

Wang Qingtong stood quietly in front of the room door, taking advantage of the last rays of the setting sun, watching the tall figure that he had gradually become familiar with, walking towards him with steady steps.

The smile on the corner of the mouth, the warm eyes, and the concerned greetings were unreservedly displayed on that handsome face.

She has never felt this kind of warmth, this kind of happiness...

Zhang Qishan was already close in front of him, "Why did you come back so late?"

A moment of silence... Those moving eyes looked at him with indescribable emotion.Tears slowly welled up in his eyes, but they didn't overflow his eyes after all.

"Pingting?"

Yes, all these warmth and happiness belong to Pingting, but she should not have them.Silently putting away the tears, Wang Qingtong showed Zhang Qishan the most touching smile in his life, like all happy people, with a smile like a melting spring breeze.

"Brother, I want to leave." Pingting can always be with you, but I have to leave.

"What?" The ensuing question was filled with unusual surprise. "Why?"

"I've bothered elder brother for too long, it's time to leave." You are not from the Zhang family, so why should I stay any longer.

After staring silently for a long time, Zhang Qishan slowly opened his mouth: "Where are you going?"

"Before my mother passed away, she told me to find a distant relative."

"Do you know where he is?"

Wang Qingtong shook his head slightly, and slowly lowered his eyes.

"Since you don't know, how can you find it?"

"I have my own way."

Zhang Qishan heaved a sigh of relief at the resoluteness of his raised eyes, and finally he didn't speak to persuade him to stay.

The author has something to say: