Younger brother

On the last day of the new year, the Shan family went to Liyuan to listen to operas according to the custom of the past years. They sang three operas on this day, the first two were ordered by the Li family and the Gao family. The last one was "Linggong Qiuyue" ordered by Shan Jia.

Shan Qiye asked Shan Niantong to choose the play. Actually, Shan Niantong didn't watch plays very much, but just looking at the title, he inexplicably felt that the play was familiar, so he ordered it for the troupe of Liyuan Opera to perform.

"The Autumn Moon in the Palace of Ling" is a classic tragedy of the Ling Kingdom. Apart from the love affair at the beginning of the whole play, the family is ruined and the family is destroyed after the private relationship.

Cen, the mistress of the Shan family, was very dissatisfied with this, but she didn't dare to say anything in front of others, she just scolded behind her back: "It's hard to celebrate the New Year, even if it's a funeral, it doesn't matter if it's bad luck or not." .”

"This seems to be Aunt Sanfang's favorite song." Said the old mother who had been with Cen for many years.

"What are you doing to mention that mother-in-law actor? It's bad luck." Cen scolded very unhappy.

Shan Niantong was also a little interested in this show at first, but after the Huadan came on stage, he suddenly regained his energy.

The babbling lyrics were sung melodiously and smoothly, and Shan Niantong clearly saw that the red-clothed boy on the stage had turned into a very seductive red-clothed woman. She had a face that was very similar to his eyebrows. face, when she looked at him, Shan Niantong felt inexplicably bitter for some reason.

At the end of the song, Shan Niantong had already burst into tears.

But what Shan Niantong was sad about was not the tragic ending of the play, but the way the woman in the red dress and Huadan costume looked at him.

At the same time, at the other end of the Liyuan stands, Li Fu was searching hard among the crowd.

Just now, in a daze, Li Fu seemed to see Shan Niantong's face in the crowd, as beautiful as four years ago, but when he approached to look for it, the boy disappeared.

"Is it true that I read it wrong..." Li Fu looked at the red tassel wrapped around his wrist and wiped his forehead, with a bewildered expression.

A servant in green clothes said to Li Fu: "Master Li, Princess Yanhua please go back."

But Shan Niantong followed Shan Qiye to the back of the stage, and when he asked his servants to find the Huadan who was on the stage earlier, he found that it was just a handsome man, not the red-clothed woman whom he had seen before. Shan Niantong was a little disappointed.

"Tong'er, maybe you misread it." Shan Qiye comforted him.

Shan Niantong let Shan Qiye hug him and said, "Let's go back."

But when they left, they saw the figure of the woman in the red costume again and went to the back garden.

Shan Niantong hurriedly broke away from Shan Qiye's hand and chased to the lake in the back garden, but the woman was nowhere to be seen.

"Tong'er." Shan Qiye walked to Shan Niantong's side.

"I can't find it." Shan Niantong looked at the dead lake with a sad expression.

"Who did you see?" Shan Qiye embraced him, comforting him gently.

Shan Qiye naturally knew that five years ago, one day after the blood sacrifice, the third aunt of the Shan family, Shan Niantong's biological mother, Shangguan Yu threw herself into the lake here, just like the ending of "Ling Gong Qiuyue".

"I don't know who she is, but I think her eyes hurt my heart." Shan Niantong said.

Shan Qiye finally understands that even if he has no memory, the blood connection of flesh and blood is still the deep bond of Shan Niantong.

"Perhaps, after seeing you today, she can walk on the reincarnation road with peace of mind." Shan Qiye looked at Shan Niantong tenderly, reached out and lifted his slightly pointed chin, bent down, and kissed Shan Niantong. Nian Tong's thin red lips.

The originally calm lake surface suddenly became choppy, even the lake water surged up, splashed on the embankment, and wet their robes.

Shan Qiye opened Shan Niantong's lips lightly, smiled nonchalantly at the ferocious lake, and said, "My heart beats in his chest, and I only live for him in this life."

"I will love him, but in this life, I have no reincarnation with him." Shan Qiye gently stroked Shan Niantong's face, and said to the lake, "After death, I will take him to hell, or It is eliminated together."

The lake seemed to understand what he said, and gradually calmed down.

Shan Qiye ordered someone to fetch a white jade bottle, and asked Shan Niantong to fill a bottle of lake water with his own hands.

After finishing the water in children's clothes, Shan Nian couldn't help but licked his fingertips, only to find that the seemingly clear lake water was extremely salty and bitter.

Shan Niantong asked Shan Qiye: "Brother, why is the water so salty and bitter?"

Shan Qiye replied: "It may be that the mother misses her son very much."

That night, Shan Niantong had a dream. He dreamed that in a garden full of red begonias, a woman in a red skirt was waving her water sleeves and singing: "You miss me in the past, I miss you in the past, Linggong Qiuyue , for a long time, waiting for the king to return, the lake will sleep forever."

He really wanted to see her face again, but he couldn't see it clearly in his dream.

When he got up the next day, he couldn't even remember what he had dreamed of.

Within two days of the beginning of spring, there was another happy event in the imperial capital of the Ling Kingdom. The last time was when Li Fu, the eldest son of Li, married Princess Yanhua last year. This time, the happy event was that Prince Sheng Wang Chen Xianyu married Li Wan, the daughter of the Prime Minister of the Li family. .

Ever since the Meishan Temple stepped on the snow that day, Prince Sheng wanted to marry his sister to Shan Qiye, the patriarch of the Shan family, but failed. Chen Xianyu agreed to the Li family's marriage and married the daughter of Prime Minister Li. The strength of the Li family helped him ascend to the throne as soon as possible.

As early as a few days ago, the invitation for the wedding banquet was sent to Shan's family, but Shan Qiye didn't take it seriously, he just asked Shan Niantong if he wanted to go to the theater, and told him that the performance was about the marriage of mice and the weasel congratulations.

Shan Niantong took it seriously when he heard it: "Is it really so interesting?"

So on the wedding day in the Prince's East Palace, Shan Niantong said: "This is really a powerful mouse, able to steal so many things, no wonder even the weasel wants to congratulate him."

Xiao Feng and Cen Fuyu, who came to the banquet together, almost fainted from laughing when they heard this.

Among the weasels that were full of seats, Shan Qiye sat on the table on the left side of the hall, watching the fake smiles coming and going to toast with cold eyes, but only returned them perfunctorily, and did not take the initiative to toast once.

Shan Niantong took the opportunity to sneak out of the main hall, walking in the palace buildings, he was somehow familiar with it.

"Zitong." Someone from behind suddenly shouted.

But Shan Niantong didn't know who he was calling, so he didn't look back.

"My lord, stop." The man shouted again.

After waiting for this sound, Shan Niantong finally stopped, turned around and asked, "Are you calling me?"

The man was wearing a dark green official robe, fastened his waistband meticulously, and tightly tied a white jade hair crown, but Shan Niantong felt that he looked too restrained, and his appearance was strangely good-looking, so-called His face is like a crown of jade, which is probably why he is like this.

The man was stunned after seeing the appearance of Niantong, and then asked: "Young master, can you take off the white silk?"

Shan Niantong replied: "No, I have eye disease and cannot see the sun."

Li Fu approached the young man in white clothes with begonia patterns step by step. When he was sitting next to Shan Qiye, he noticed that he had a gorgeous appearance resembling Shan Niantong, but he did not have the arrogance of Shan Niantong. Gentle and gentle like a white crabapple.

Li Fu said, "You look a lot like an old friend of mine."

Shan Niantong said: "Then he must be very good-looking. My brother said that I am the most beautiful person in the world."

Li Fu, who had never faced such boasting, didn't know how to answer the words for a moment, he just stared at him for a while before saying: "No, he may not be as beautiful as you, but in my heart, he is the most beautiful in the world." The presence."

Tong'er couldn't help laughing at him, and sneered: "It's not sour, and the relationship between children and children makes fools."

Li Fu was stunned for a moment, the flowery smile of the boy in front of him gradually overlapped with the smile of the red-clothed boy many years ago, he couldn't help reaching out his hand to grab the person in front of him, like a mirror flower in the water and moon, He stretched out his hand, but it was in vain.

"Brother." The boy in white had a coquettish tone in his voice.

The person who came was Shan Qiye, who was tall and tall, and easily held Shan Niantong in his arms.

"Tong'er, don't talk to others casually." Shan Qiye looked at Li Fu and said grimly.

Shan Qiye's eyes were very cold, as if filled with endless resentment, but it was only for a moment, so Li Fu didn't see it clearly, but felt as if he had been stared at by a poisonous snake, and his spine shivered.

Without even saying hello, Shan Qiye left with the boy in white who looked like Shan Niantong.

Jin Ruocheng walked to Li Fu's side and heard him say: "Ruocheng, do you think there are such similar people in this world?"

"Probably there are." Jin Ruocheng smiled a little stiffly, "Even if there isn't one, he'd be willing to find one, wouldn't he?"

Jin Ruocheng thought of what Shan Qiye said to him at the Jiuying altar many years ago, Jin Ruocheng thought, he finally understands now.Even if Shan Niantong died, his substitute would be better than him.

Li Fu looked bewilderedly at the red tassel on his wrist and wiped his forehead: "It's a pity, no matter how he looks, it's not him."

After the banquet in the East Palace, Li Fu did not return to the Li Mansion, but went to Qingshan Academy.

When Li Fu first met Shan Niantong, it was a warm autumn day with the twilight of the morning light. The young man was dressed in red, with black hair and red lips. He was as exquisite as the red emerald on the emperor's crown. The door of the private school classroom.

At that time Li Fu thought, such a beautiful person like Zhu Yu and Jade should also have a beautiful name.

The old man with a gray beard said to the boy, "Jitong, say hello to your classmates."

"My name is Shan Niantong, and my name is Zhitong. I hope you can give me your advice." The young man's voice was very clear, like water droplets splashing into a clear pond in the spring, and the circles of ripples melted all the way to Li. Fu's heart.

That year, Shan Niantong was only ten years old, and Li Fu was only 12 years old.

"There is Fusu in the mountains, and lotus flowers in Xi. If you don't see Zidu, you will see Kuangqi. There are Qiao Song in the mountains, but you will see dragons in Xi. If you don't see Zichong, you will see cunning children."

In the sound of reading aloud and the laughter and quarrels of classmates, the youthful time passed by.

One spring after another, in the beautiful reveries of the young people who have Fusu on the mountain and trees in the south, quietly pass by. In those most beautiful springs, everything is in the bud and will not be born, just like the dream that has not yet been drawn. As pure as white paper.

Li Fu is always attached to the first period of pure youth, when Shan Niantong was only eleven or twelve years old, but his appearance was already outstanding at that time, he often wore bright red clothes, just like a red jade crabapple.

In Li Fu's view, Fusu Qiaosong is not as good as Shan Niantong's frown, and Hehua Youlong is not as good as Shan Niantong's smile.

At first, that proud and beautiful Begonia didn't see Li Fu in her eyes.

At that time, Li Fu often stared at his beautiful side face. He was either reading a book, or studying ink, or writing, or listening to lectures, or doing nothing, looking at the bodhi tree outside the window of Qingshan Academy. .

At that time, Li Fu was not the only one who coveted this crabapple.

At that time, Dong Rui, who was still a young son of the Dong family, would often stare at Shan Niantong's profile in a daze, just like Li Fu.

However, Li Fu just watched silently, while Dong Rui shot to destroy it.

When he was young, Dong Rui would often bully Shan Niantong, who was still young and weak, together with Shan Niantong's maternal cousin, Shangguan Xie.

One day after evening class, the elder son of the Dong family gathered several descendants of the family and surrounded Shan Niantong on the back hill of Qingshan Academy.Dong Rui beat Shan Niantong in front of all his disciples and tore his red clothes.

Looking down at the young man's red shirt torn and bruised, like a crabapple withered and trampled on, Dong Rui felt a little bit of pleasure.

"Actor born of an actor, bastard born of an actor."

Shangguan Xie, who was only in his teens, imitated his mother, the eldest daughter of the Shangguan family, Shangguan Yan, and insulted him in a vicious tone.

Under the instructions of Shangguan Xie, the children of those aristocratic families all spit on Shan Niantong, and the senior Dong family even took off his pants, poured urine on Shan Niantong's face.

Faced with such an insult, Shan Niantong's resentful eyes remained deeply in Dong Rui's heart.This is the first time he knows that there are people in the world, even resentment is so beautiful.

Just when Dong Rui stretched out his hand to Shan Niantong who was lying on the ground, he was stopped by a pair of slender and powerful hands.

Shangguan Xie said in a resentful tone: "Li Fu, don't meddle in your own business."

Li Fu looked at them, and said calmly: "His business, from now on, is my business."

Shan Niantong looked up at the figure of the young man, his hands clenched his sleeves tightly, and then loosened them again.

From then on, in Shan Niantong's youth, there was a boy named Li Fu.

On a breezy spring day, he would hold Shan Niantong's hand and walk on the country path full of spring flowers.

In the summer when the cicadas are chirping, he will shake his fan to drive away the heat from the sleeping Shan Niantong.

In autumn when the crabapple blossoms were in bloom, he would push the swing and listen to Shan Niantong's exclamation and laughter.

In the cold and windy winter days, he would wrap Shan Niantong in a velvet cloak, hold his hand, and walk through the snow to find plums.

The four springs, summers, autumns and winters passed by each other day and night. On Shan Niantong's 14th birthday, Li Fu personally tied the red tasseled lotus pattern on his forehead.

Li Fu always remembered that the red tassel on his forehead was as eye-catching as red flowers growing on jade brocade on his picturesque eyebrows.

"Zitong, I will marry you after your seventh birthday." When Li Fu was young, he said such stupid things to Shan Niantong who was also ignorant.

"Then it's settled, you can't marry someone else." Shan Niantong stretched out her long, white little finger.

"Hook, hang yourself, 100 years, don't change."

Young promises like to be made in such a false and innocent form of hooking between fingers.

In the shadow of the green leaves on the Bodhi branch, Li Fu kissed Shan Niantong for the first time.

A kiss like a dragonfly on water is the throbbing love in the hearts of young people.

But Shan Niantong didn't wait until his seventh birthday, he stayed on his 16th birthday forever, and that year's Zhongyuan was his birthday and also his death day.

It was Li Fu who fed him the drug with his own hands, and sent him to the Jiuying Altar.

In the fifth year after Shan Niantong's death, Li Fu stepped into Qingshan Academy again, walked to the ancient bodhi tree again, looked up, and seemed to see the young man in red, sitting on the branch of the bodhi tree, With a smile as bright as a red begonia in autumn, he asked, "Zifu, do you want to be a high official?"

"No, I don't want to." Li Fu said to the empty bodhi tree.

The chilly spring breeze blew past, blowing his first-class dark green official robe and the red tasseled forehead tied around his wrist.

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