Envy

Yan Miao married Mu Su in the late spring of the second year. She put on her wedding dress and followed the Yan family's team from Fulian.

On the day of the wedding banquet, the elders laughed at Yan Shuhan, saying that Huo Zhi was lucky enough to marry the daughter of the Yan family.He knew that the reluctance in Yan Shuhan's heart was just Yan Miao's stubborn temper.Yan Shuhan once had a long talk with him all night long, saying that he would cherish Miao Er as he was handed over to him.

But even if Yan Shuhan didn't say these words, he would still cherish them.

That night, a group of his brothers had a lot of fun, after drinking a few glasses of wine, they followed him back to the wedding room in twos and threes, and said they were going to have a bridal chamber, but he shut them all out.Yan Miao waited for him to lift the red hijab, and when he lifted it, the golden steps on her head shook, her complexion was so bright and dazzling.

She puffed her face and said she was starving.Huo Zhi rummaged for food for her, went to Da Hong's wedding table, and took a plate of cloud cakes and a plate of sesame white sugar on a gold plate.Yan Miao swallowed two pieces of cloud cake, chewed sesame seeds and white sugar and said it was sticky to the teeth, it was so sweet, she grabbed his skirt and kissed him, holding his face and asked him if it was sweet.

is sweet.

After Yan Miao married Mu Su, she brought along two dowry girls in their teens.The little maid will help with things on weekdays.She is indeed a pampered young lady, but she can put down her airs and lead an ordinary life.

She planted a frame of vines in the yard, and some flowers she liked.When they are in high spirits, they lead a group of young disciples to wander down the mountain and compete in archery. When they are quiet, they read and practice calligraphy in the gazebo in the courtyard, or learn embroidery and cook dishes from Senior Sister Jingshi.

The relationship between her and Yan Zhaohan is also changing quietly.The two are brothers and sisters, and they live under the same roof at Mu Mi, and they don't see each other when they look up and see each other when they look down.When winter came, she made winter clothes and cotton boots for him and also for Yan Zhaohan.

She was ashamed to deliver it herself, so she entrusted a little maid to go.The little girl came back blushing and said that the young master took it, and Mr. Meng said that he also wanted winter clothes and cotton boots, and she would not let her go unless she agreed to pass the word.

Yan Miao said that she wanted Meng Tou to stay where it was cool, but she still made a thick winter coat and warm boots for Meng Tou herself.

He is often busy with the affairs of the Mu Mu sect.Yan Miao never complained about his busyness, she changed his clothes and lit the lamp at night, brought cakes and tea on the desk, sat beside him, flipped through the story books, and polished ink for him.She is a virtuous wife, after marrying Mu Su, she was not happy to hear the younger generation of disciples call her "Miss Miao", but rather listened to "Mrs. Huo", which was extremely useful.

Then they had a child, a boy.Huo Zhi named him "Huo Jie" and hoped that he would become a quick-witted, indomitable man.

Huo Zhi often felt in a trance, and he felt that age seemed to slip away quickly when he couldn't perceive it.He held Huo Jie, who was still a baby, and stood under the grape arbor at the entrance of the courtyard. He walked to the corridor, to the small hall and the middle hall, saw every familiar face, and nodded hello to every acquaintance.

Along the way, he met Jiang Yi and Xue Ye, and they all joked with Huo Jie and joked with him.

He walked through the corridor and saw Jing Shi and Li Xingfeng.

Senior sister Jing Shi stretched out her hand to hold little Huo Jie in her arms, Li Xingfeng also came over to coax him to play, and Huo Jie's little hand fiddled with the rattle.People passing by are in a hurry, Huo Zhi sometimes can't tell their appearance.He will also be a little dazed, not knowing what he is doing.

At some point, he had bid farewell to Senior Sister Jing Shi and Li Xingfeng, and walked forward like a wandering soul.Walking towards them were Meng Tou and Yan Zhaohan.Yan Zhaohan looked very gentle, looked at Huo Jie in his arms, and asked, "Can I hug him?"

He lifted Huo Jie up.Yan Zhaohan stretched out his arm to take it carefully, lifted off the swaddling clothes, and looked at Huo Jie's rosy face.Meng Tou looked at the baby and said to Yan Zhaohan, "This is your little nephew."

Meng Tou said with a smile: "Huo Zhi, Xiao Jie really looks like you, especially the eyebrows and eyes."

He could hear everything the two of them said clearly, but he didn't remember a single word in his heart. He looked up at the blue sky in all directions, feeling like he was in a dream.He walked out with Huo Jie in his arms, but he didn't know where he was going. In front of him was a row of countless open doors. Outside the door was a door, and outside the door was still a door.He stepped on the cold floor tiles, stepped over one threshold after another, and walked out of the house.

He didn't know how long he had traveled.He only remembered that when he stepped over the last threshold, stepped on the mottled shadows of trees in summer, and heard the noisy cicadas, his arms were already empty.He was still in a daze when someone shook his arm.

He looked down, and the child who was a few years old was holding his hand, and asked with dark eyes: "Father, where are we going? Didn't Aunt say that we are going to start the stove, so we won't let us run around?" Let's go back."

He glanced at the empty yard, and was dragged back by Huo Jie like a wild spirit who had lost his consciousness.He suddenly couldn't remember what a wild spirit was or what it looked like. Deep in his memory, there seemed to be such a thing, but it didn't seem to exist.He couldn't think any more.

He dreamed all night and all night, and when he woke up, his back was chilled and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.He couldn't remember exactly what he had dreamed of, he only knew that the dream was icy cold, and as long as he recalled it again, his spine would still feel chills.

Yan Miao was also awakened by him, holding his hand, which was cold.She wiped the sweat off Huo Zhi's forehead, and asked softly, "Did you have another nightmare." She pulled Huo Zhi back into the quilt, and patted him on the body like coaxing a child, saying : "Sleep. I'm here."

Huo Zhi suddenly opened his eyes and held Yan Miao's hand.Her hands are warm.He took Yan Miao into his arms.Yan Miao had no choice but to lie down.

Huo Zhi's breath was still a little unsteady: "Miao Er, our child, how old is Huo Jie?"

Yan Miao lay in his arms, her voice muffled: "What's wrong with you? Why do you always ask this question recently. Huo Jie is seven years old, and will be eight years old after the new year."

Huo Zhi said: "I don't know why, but I always feel that time passes so fast that I don't even feel it."

Yan Miao comforted her: "The days go by too fast, in a blink of an eye, Huo Jie is already this old."

Yan Miao said again: "You may be too busy recently, people are too tired. There will be a lantern festival in Zhao Lin in a few days, and it happens that Xiaojie and I want to go to see it. Don't be too busy, go with us It’s good to go for a walk and relax.”

Huo Zhi agreed.

He closed his eyes and was swept by the cold darkness again, as if he was drowning in sea water, floating erratically, on the verge of death.He felt endless exhaustion, and every time he broke free from the dream, he was exhausted, chaotic, and crumbling.