This sleeve is broken secretly

How long is three years?

For a hundred-year-old long-lived man, it is a moment of youth at the flick of a finger, for a child in the chief role, it is an infinite future, and for countless people in the Central Plains, it is a day-to-day labor with their faces facing the loess and their backs to the sky.

But for Xie Jin, the twelve springs, summers, autumns and winters, 36 months and months, one thousand and ninety-five days and nights, every moment and every moment are filled with the same name.

One month after Shen Bing left, the capital was covered with snow, and the Nanshan forest was crowded with literati and tourists looking at the plum blossoms, but the two most familiar figures were missing.

All the vases in Xie's house were filled with fresh red plums, except for the room of the third son Xie.Xie Ling sent someone to take back the pot of "Shuaiqi" ​​that Shen Yi sent back to the flower shop, and placed it on the bedside, caring for it every day just to prolong the flowering period for a few days.

At the end of the 29th year of Hongwu, Xie Jin sent a letter to Jingzhou.

"Liang Qing,

Zhan Xin'an, seeing words is like meeting.

I don't know if you are okay?Did it go well on the way home?It snowed heavily in the capital for seven consecutive days, crushing the sheds of Xie's stables, but the red plum blossoms were extraordinarily bright.As the saying goes, "auspicious snow heralds a good year", presumably the common people will have a good harvest next year.The spring water in the south of the Yangtze River is not frozen all year round, and the mountains and forests are evergreen. You don’t have to suffer from the wind and snow, but it’s a pity that you can’t see the plum forest in Nanshan.

I still miss you every day.Do you still remember that at the end of this year is the day when you promised to propose marriage to me?It was a joke at the time, you may not remember it, but I remember it in my heart.I only hate that the oath is still in my ears, but the pillow is empty.Looking back on the past every day, I feel bitter and affectionate, and it is hard to bear it.I can't wait to put everything down and go to Jingzhou to find you, but I can't forget the earnest words you told me before you left.When I miss you, I will live up to my trust.

Although it is warm in the south of the Yangtze River, it is winter after all.Remember to add more clothes, don't feel the cold.The doctor who inquired that day said that you are cold and need to be recuperated frequently. Now that I am not with you, I cannot personally watch your meals, so I have to attach the soup and medicine prescriptions I made for you at the end.

Liang Qing, a thousand words, is difficult to put on paper.I only hope that the bright moon shines for thousands of miles, and that when you look up at night, you can still think of me occasionally.

——Let it be. "

Xie Ling handed this letter to his confidant, ordering him to hand it over to Shen Bin himself.It will take half a month to go to Jingzhou, even if the messenger is rushing, and it will take another month to go back and forth.Xie Ling was looking forward to it day by day, and waited until the end of the new year and the first thaw of the snow, and in the middle of January in the 30th year of Hongwu, the messenger returned to the capital in a hurry.

But what he brought back was not Shen Yi's letter.

"Small incompetence." The messenger knelt down in the hall, bowed his head and said, "The people in Shen's house in Jingzhou said that Master Shen moved out of the ancestral house and left alone after returning to the ancestral house. Officials of Ding You are not allowed to leave their hometown without authorization, but the younger one has searched the local area for several days, but has not found any trace of Mr. Shen. Afraid of too long delay, he had to return in a hurry. If the master agrees, the younger one will return to Jingzhou immediately , Digging three feet to find Mr. Shen's residence..."

Xie Ling sat in the hall in a daze, holding the unopened letter in his hand.

The letter was densely packed, filled with his lovesickness.He once wanted to use this piece of paper to bring up a fragile and elusive connection between him and Shen Bing.Although that person was thousands of miles away, if he could read his mind and reply to him with a few words, even if he had to endure the torment of waiting for a reply every day, he would be willing.

But as expected, the territory was vast and far away, and the two people who separated the north and the south were like two drops of water sprinkled into the vast sea, and lost their traces in an instant.The connection as thin as a silk thread can be easily broken in the air by a long wind.

"That's all." He finally said in a low voice, "There is no need to look for it anymore, you can go down."

He swung the messenger away, and sat alone under the lamp in a daze, letting the emptiness in his chest erode every corner of his body little by little.

At this moment, according to the moonlight in front of Xie Zhaitang, it must also shine on Shen Bin's shoulders in the same way.He may be living in seclusion in a thatched hut in the deep mountains and dense forests, or he may be walking through the bustling town lights, or he may be driving on the official road in the dim night to an unknown place.

Every day and night when Shen Bing disappeared, he would exile the heart that grew on Shen Bing together in an extremely painful but helpless way.

Liangqing... without news of you, I also become a rootless duckweed.Drifting on the surface of the water, which changes from north to south and from east to west, I don't know where to go.