drink alone pillow tears

The drizzle is falling, a path winds to the depths of the woods, and the flowing water in the mountains is like a paradise.

Walking along the path, there is a green bamboo forest.The slight wind blows, the leaves rustle and dance with the wind.

At this time, in the huge forest, I saw a man in Tsing Yi looking around for something.In the silence of the forest, only the sound of the footsteps of the man in Tsing Yi and the rustling of the shadows of the trees are left.Among the five senses, only the boundless and empty loneliness can be felt.

"—Young Master Yuan Fu's intentions, I have certainly seen it." It was a woman in white clothes.

After a moment of silence, as if he had made up his mind, he nodded to the man in Tsing Yi and said, "Even if a dead thing is a dead thing, it still has that kind of spirituality. He didn't want me to find it, so no matter how hard I tried, it was still In vain..." After a pause, he said again: "Young master, let me come in with the slave family. The slave family also knows a little bit about the whereabouts of Lay Wuxi."

……

In the deep mountains, deep in the bamboo forest.

A chessboard, celadon lotus.The hot air is lingering, and the aftertaste of tea fragrance.

"Young master, would you like to listen to a story told by my family? These are old things about old sesame millets... I'm afraid it will be too long, and I'm afraid it will be boring for you to listen to."

The man in Tsing Yi in front of the stone table took a sip of tea, and said to the woman in white sitting across from him, "Young lady, just tell me. Old things have their own charm, and Yuan Fu's favorite things are those history books. Appreciate further details."

The woman in white put down her teacup, looked up at him, and said:

There is a richest man in Qingyang Town, and his business is huge.

But the richest man has never had a child.Until his later years, he had a daughter named Cao Xiaoxiao.

The old man treated her daughter very well, as can be seen from the name - he only hopes that his daughter will be happy in her life and be a 'Xiao Xiao' without worries.Even the pastries from neighboring countries are nothing more than mediocre food; the clothes she wears are brocade and satin; the rouge she wears is also those precious things that have traveled across the ocean; she almost plucked the stars from the sky and gave them to her. .

The girl gradually grew up, but the old man used to make her eyesight not so high, her heart not so proud, she never got married at the age of 18, she became an old girl that no one wanted.

The old man was in a hurry.He was busy organizing a grand wedding for his daughter.The wealth of the old man's family can be compared with that of the whole country.So even though the old man is a lowly businessman, his coveted wealth has indeed attracted many people.

At that time, a prince even came to the banquet.

But the girl didn't like it either, she went back home and told her father frankly that she just fell in love with that scholar, the handsome looking guy, the guy who usually spoke with a crush on him.He is full of poetic theory, and he is full of poetry and books at first glance.The girl felt that the scholar was excellent at first glance, and his style of conversation was not comparable to that of the prince.

Only the scholar was left in the girl's eyes.

That scholar has a very nice name - Fan Qinghang.The girl would unconsciously read his name several times every night before falling asleep.

She will never forget the scene of that day - the sun was shining brightly, the scholar was holding the piano, sitting on the stone steps, playing a piece of music she had never heard before.The sound of the piano was wafting, and when the scholar saw her listening to him playing, he raised his head and gave her a brilliant arc: "Girl, do you like it?"

At that time, she just nodded blankly: "...I like it."

The girl finally married a scholar, with a lot of red makeup, a very spectacular wedding.

The old man wanted to recruit a son-in-law at home, but with the arrogance of a scholar, this wedding would never be possible.

That night, the old man talked with the scholar in the study all night, but he never thought that in the end, the scholar let go of his arrogance and got married.

The girl and the scholar lived together after they got married. Although it was a bit noisy, they lived a sweet life.In the middle of the night, the scholar was reading the scriptures in the study, and the girl was by his side, and the red sleeves added fragrance, which really complemented each other.

On weekdays, when a girl encounters those beautiful poems, she will always rush to show them to the scholar, but her tone is not the usual arrogant: "Idiot Fan, this is what I gave you, take a look, like or not?"

The scholar always smiled and bent his eyebrows, stroking the girl's head: "Of course I'm happy to see what you gave me."

... After several years, the girl gradually turned into a woman, but her stomach never moved at all.

One year, the scholar's old mother had a sudden illness, and she might not last long. The old man's only wish was to hold his grandson.

The girl could only lie in the scholar's arms, and said aggrievedly: "You can't dislike me for not giving birth to you...you know—I want to, too," the girl remembered crying, "but she just couldn't conceive... ..."

The scholar was silent.

An oppressive atmosphere spread in the room.

In the evening, the girl finally reluctantly agreed to find a roommate to carry on the family line for the scholar.The old man never objected this time.

At the end of the year, the girl was surprised that she seemed to be pregnant.She was overjoyed, and hurried to the study to tell the old man.

"Daddy, Daddy, I'm pregnant!"

The old man also smiled from ear to ear.

That night, the old man called the servant girl to the study.

The next day, the servant girl's stomach became flat, as if she had never had a child before.The scholar wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't say anything... The scholar's old mother got the news that the child in the maid's stomach was gone, swallowed her last breath, and left.

The scholar became more and more silent in Cao's mansion.On weekdays, the girl asked him what name he should choose if he had a daughter, and what name he should choose if he had a boy.He didn't answer either.

The girl was angry: "Fan Qinghang! What on earth do you want!"

The scholar looked up at her with tears in his eyes.

She froze in place.

The scholar turned around and left, staying in the study all day long, not saying a word or sullen, as if he was invisible.

The girl wanted to say something, but found that all she could say was wordless silence. ——No matter how she evades reality, she still feels guilty in her heart.Sometimes she even wondered if the reason why the scholar's mother died so early was because of her... She dared not tell the old man these thoughts.

She still didn't understand why the love between her and the scholar turned out to be like this.

The girl's words became less and less.In my free time, I only caress the child in my stomach quietly.

At the end of the year, three months after the accident of the scholar's mother, the old man, who had always been very healthy, also had problems with his body, and he went away after a few days.

The girl cried very sadly, this is the father who has always spoiled her!That's it.She went to look for the scholar, but found that the other party had already left the residence this morning, and went to Beijing to take the spring exam.

She called a doctor to diagnose the cause of her father's death, but the doctor's reason was completely different from what the scholar told her before.

——The scholar said to her: "Father's depression caused his illness...the doctor told me himself."

——But now the doctor told her: "Poisoned to death."

There was a pain in her stomach, she touched down, her hand was covered with bright red blood...

Her father is gone, her nerdy scholar is gone, and even the child has not been kept... All of this happened after the maid's child was lost, and the scholar's mother passed away—she cried to the sky, and everything was her fault. !Depend on!since!Pick!

...Perhaps, she seems to understand now.All this misery—

The next year, the neighboring country invaded, and the first to attack was Qingyang Town, which was joined by the two countries.She sat on the stone steps where the scholar played the piano to her that day, as if waiting, but also as if she hadn't done anything.

A big bearded man, a soldier from a neighboring country, raised his sword and was about to cut off her head.

At that moment, she did see a lot of blood.There was the soldier's blood, and the stranger she was most familiar with - the scholar's blood.

——The scholar came back to save her, hugged her, and said weakly: "Xiao Niang...I still can't let you go...Look, I finally came back to find you..." After a pause, "Aren't you the most beautiful woman in the past?" Do you like to call me 'you idiot'... But now you have never... called me that...Xiao Niang——Call me that again...—Xiao Niang, it's...it's me...I'm sorry..." After finishing speaking , but no breath...

She couldn't cry, she could only curse dumbly, "Idiot! Idiot! You idiot..."

——It was she who was sorry for the scholar.The scholar has always been very kind to her.

However, why did she and the scholar have such a helpless ending in the end?

——It's all her fault!

As the sun sets, the dim sunset is just like her heart, which is already late.She thought what was left of that dry heart?Is it the old man who dotes on her, or the idiot who played the piano to her in the past...

Or, only the shriveled shell remained.

She came to the capital alone.The scholar went to Beijing High School and had his own mansion.

She finally found the scholar's mansion - the mansion was just like his, simple and empty.

All the servants in his house have been sent away by the scholar himself.

She wanted to come here to look for the things that the scholar had before his death, but she found a dirty child squatting in the corner, she was very pitiful.

……

"...that child is also the current layman Wuxi, and now... I guess it is near the ancestral hall on Qingyang Mountain."

The man shook his head: "It's so sad to pass away. Thank you, Miss, for informing the layman's whereabouts. I am very grateful." After a while, he hesitated and said, "Let the past go, and the present is..."

The woman in white lowered her eyes and caressed the body of the celadon cup with her slender fingers. After a long time, she whispered: "The white jade ring he gave me was engraved with 'Xiaoxiao' on the inside. At that time, I was mad. I threw it out, but now I can't find it anyway—maybe it's not here? If the young master finds it, I hope the young master will give it to Xiaoniang..."

"White jade ring? Is there 'Xiaoxiao' engraved inside?" The man murmured, then fell silent for a moment, then raised his voice unconsciously, "It's only natural..."

The hot tea steam hurt her eyes, and there was mist in front of her eyes, which vaguely reminded her of the past, vividly.

She quietly looked behind her——

Not far away, there is a simple and clean tomb, with a letter——

"The Tomb of Cao Xiaoxiao's Husband Fan Qinghang".

The author has something to say: Hey, I've wanted to write a story about an affectionate phoenix man for a long time.

The next chapter, even if officially started.

The preview of the next chapter: [It is better to be with each other for a long time than to be happy at first sight... Can the things we cherish return to their original appearance?Shit! 】

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