Vendetta

The fire tree and the silver flowers are closed, and the iron lock of the star bridge is opened.

The dark dust goes with the horse, and the bright moon comes with people. (Note)

On New Year's Eve, the capital is decorated with lanterns and festoons everywhere, and all kinds of lanterns are dazzling, which makes people dazzled.

There were many people on the road, the lights were bright, and there were many stalls buying food and gadgets, which were very lively. Fu Ling and Yan Zhu walked hand in hand without anyone noticing, and the sugar oil glutinous rice cakes in the distance wafted a sweet aroma.

Yan Zhu paid the money, handed the steaming glutinous rice cake to Fu Ling, and asked, "Have you never been to a temple fair before?"

Fu Ling's eyes lit up, he took the glutinous rice cake, picked up the bamboo stick on it, forked a piece, put it near his mouth and blew carefully, but the first mouthful was fed into Yan Zhu's mouth.

Fu Ling smiled, and the next piece didn't even blow, she just stuffed it into her mouth, saying: "I've been here before, but I'm not as happy."

In the past, Fu Ling was still carrying a blood feud, and she had to wear a mask wherever she went, and she had to face life and death at some point.

At that time, no matter how lively and beautiful the temple fair was, even if Fu Ling was in it, she still felt out of place in this bustling world.

Yan Zhu was caught off guard by his mouthful of glutinous rice cakes, he lowered his head slightly, swallowed the glutinous rice cakes in his mouth, and gently kissed Fu Ling with the aroma of brown sugar.

Like a dragonfly touching water, Yan Zhu took Fuling's hand, a pair of starry eyes were as gentle as water, rippling in circles in the night, a little light reflected into his eyes, Fuling saw his own shadow in the light.

Everything in the past has passed away, and from now on, even the night is brightly lit.

Fu Ling bent her eyes and smiled at Yan Zhu, put her arms around Yan Zhu's waist, and buried her face in his arms, Fu Ling heard Yan Zhu's heartbeat.

Among the noisy crowd, Yan Zhu's heartbeat was still clearly audible.

Yan Zhu also smiled and hugged Fu Ling.

There was a sound coming from nowhere, people were amazed and looked up one after another.

In the dark sky, gorgeous and eye-catching fireworks bloomed in a variety of colors, illuminating the already bright market as if it were daytime.

Fu Ling and Yan Zhu raised their heads at the same time, they hugged each other, standing in the street market, their eyes were full of bright fireworks.

Fu Ling had never celebrated the New Year in the capital before, and he had never seen such a grandiose fireworks. Those willow-leaf eyes were filled with disbelief, and the stars were full of light.

Fireworks are nothing unusual to Yan Zhu, he quickly lowered his head and looked at the people around him with complicated eyes.

Fu Ling has not reached the crown yet, it is a young man in high spirits, and it is cruel to lock him in the deep palace for a lifetime.

What's more... Yan Zhu couldn't bear it.

It lasted for half an hour. When the last firework came to an end, Fu Ling was still a little absent-minded. He heard Yan Zhu ask, "Does it look good?"

Fu Ling nodded: "It looks good."

"There are still many beautiful things in this world, many beautiful scenery, more beautiful than fireworks..." Yan Zhu's voice was very soft, but it was clear to Fu Ling's ears, "After the year, you can go."

This sentence brought Fu Ling back to his senses, "You...what are you talking about? Are you going to drive me away?"

"You know that's not what I meant," Yan Zhu paused, "You shouldn't be trapped in the palace all your life."

Fu Ling said: "Yan Zhu, I really like you, I can..."

"Me too," Yan Zhu interrupted him, gently stroking Fuling's face with her fingertips, "I really like you too, so I can't bear it."

I can't bear to see you wronged for me, I can't bear to see you being restrained, and I can't bear to see the star-like light in your eyes disappear from now on.

Fu Ling fell silent, his eyes still stayed on Yan Zhu, and he saw the deep reluctance in Yan Zhu's eyes.

The fireworks have completely disappeared, there is a crescent moon in the sky, the ground is brightly lit, and there are lights everywhere, but there is only this crescent moon in the sky, emitting a faint brilliance.

Does Poria want to leave?Naturally, he thought about it, there are so many beautiful things in the world, he thought before, when everything is over, he will get revenge, and he will travel around to enjoy the rivers and lakes.

From now on, be unrestrained and have no scruples, draw your sword to help when the road is uneven, make friends with interesting people, stay when you encounter beautiful scenery, travel the world as a leisurely traveler, and see the wonders of the world.

After a long time, Fu Ling opened her mouth and said, "But I can't bear you."

Yan Zhu smiled and said, "Remember what I said? We will be together forever."

Fu Ling raised her head in astonishment: "You want to go with me? But how can this be possible..."

"Believe me," Yan Zhu said softly, "I won't make you wait too long."

Yan Zhu's expression was serious and focused, Fu Ling buried her head in Yan Zhu's arms, and after a long while, said sullenly: "Yes."

Yan Zhu bowed his head with a smile and went to kiss him.

The aroma of brown sugar and glutinous rice filled his lips and teeth. Who was passing by, whether there were fireworks in the sky, and what people were talking about. Fu Ling could not hear or see at all. The smell, the smoke, and the temperature of the fire.

This kiss is enough for him to remember all the beauty of today in his heart.

On the second day after the Lantern Festival, Fu Ling led the black horse Wu Yun, wearing a black robe and carrying a dragon tooth knife behind her back.

This time, there were no hidden guards around him. Under the huge city gate, he led the horse, and in front of all the people who came to see him off, he went straight to Yan Zhu, pulled Yan Zhu's skirt, and kissed him.

The guards guarding the city, Li Zhong, Ding Huai and even the fifth prince behind him, did not make a sound, but just stood quietly.

Yan Zhu didn't shy away from it, and focused on deepening the kiss.

From today onwards, they will be separated from each other, and they will no longer be together day and night. Fu Ling travels around the rivers and lakes, doing chivalry, seeing all the beautiful scenery of the world, and being a free and easy chivalrous man. A generation of prosperous Mingjun.

After the kiss was over, Fu Ling bent her eyes and smiled, "I'm leaving."

After speaking, he got on his horse, and the black horse under him neighed, and galloped out of the city like the wind.

The man on the horse tied his black hair behind his back, and the strands of hair fluttered in the wind, chic and willful.

Fuling should be like this, he should be so free, be a knight, and swim freely between heaven and earth.

"The time he left before, I knew he would come back, but I still wanted to stop him from leaving. Although I was sad, it was more entangled," Yan Zhu looked at the distance that was out of sight , slowly said: "Now he is really gone and won't come back, but I don't stop him, and I am very sad, but I am only sad because he is not by my side. If he lives freely and happily, it is worth it." gone."

Yan Zhu's eyes were full of reluctance, he stood on the city wall, looked at it for a long time, but finally smiled in relief.

The person and the horse gradually left only a little ink marks, and disappeared on the far and far side outside the city.

The first place Fuling went to was Dongqing Town, which is actually not much different from three years ago. Fuling walked on the street, but she felt a little strange.

Everyone he was familiar with was gone, and this familiar place was slowly fading in his memory.

It turned out that all the people and things that he thought were difficult to overcome, insurmountable difficulties, unforgettable pains, and difficult to let go of, had all become the past.

His hatred and his bloody memories finally dissipated, leaving only that warm time, with the fragrance of steamed buns and the warmth of eggs.

"Poria?"

"" Fuling turned her head, and beside him stood an old man, wearing a coarse cotton padded coat, holding a bowl of wonton, squinting his eyes and smiling.

"Uncle Li?"

Uncle Li smiled and nodded: "It's been a long time since I saw you, let's sit down and finish eating the wontons."

Poria sat down and drank a bowl of steaming chaotic soup, dispelling the winter chill.

Uncle Li has aged a lot in the past three years, most of his hair has turned gray, but he is in good spirits. While holding an iron spoon, he chattered endlessly, "I haven't seen Zian for quite a while, and he is still the same as before, always talking to me." Are you having trouble? Don't mind, Zian has been like this since he was a child, he is not bad at heart."

Fu Ling put down her chopsticks, said with a smile, "I understand, Senior Brother treats me very well, so he should be doing well now."

The senior brother must be reunited with the master and his wife. They are all very good people, and the next generation will definitely be able to vote for a good family.

Fuling bought some wine, meat, steamed buns, and fruit, and went to the cemetery.

At that time, after the battle of Danxue Peak, Yan Zhu had already sent someone to bring Wu Zian back and buried him with Wu Heng and Cui Shi.

Fu Ling put all the things she bought in front of the tomb, put a few sticks of incense on it, and kowtowed three times in a straight manner.

"Master, teacher wife, senior brother, I'm a bastard. I haven't brought you any good. I won't repay the kindness in this life. In the next life... in the next life, I will definitely repay you twice."

After kneeling on the ground for a long time, Fu Ling stood up, looked at the three tombstones, and took a deep breath.

He left the cemetery and walked along Dongqing Town to Zimai Village. He didn't know how long he had walked. Fuling passed by the field path, and heard the voices of women and children faintly. He hadn't reached Zimai Village yet, but the woman's accent sounded like People from Chinmai Village.

After walking for a short time, I saw a woman in a coarse linen skirt, leading a seven or eight-year-old boy, walking towards me.

The woman's appearance was ordinary, nothing special, but Fu Ling felt as if she had seen such a face somewhere.

"Madam, you have lost your handkerchief."

Fu Ling picked up the handkerchief on the ground, and was about to hand it over, but found two words embroidered on the handkerchief.

That should be a woman's name - Lin Yun.

Fu Ling's gaze was fixed, and he looked at the woman in a daze.

The woman turned around, quickly took the handkerchief, gave Fu Ling a strange look, she was strange and alienated, she didn't say anything, and led the child away.

Fuling came back to her senses, and she understood.

This is Lin Yun, Lin Yong's younger sister, the Lin Yun from Zimai Village who married long ago.

She is the real Lin Yun, but she is not sister Xiaoyun.

The sister Xiaoyun who was always smiling, gave him sweets, told him stories, and caused his family to die miserably, died in the yellow sand of the desert because of him.

The dead have gone with the wind, but the remaining shepherd's wheat is green, as in the past.

The author has something to say: the fire trees and silver flowers close, and the star bridge iron lock opens.

The dark dust goes with the horse, and the bright moon comes with people. ——Su Weiwei's "Fifteen Nights of the First Moon"

It's almost over, I have a lot to say, but let's wait until it's overヾ(≧∪≦*)ノ〃