A Qi

An Rong couldn't afford to be ill, and the illness came on suddenly, and the marriage with Zhou's daughter obviously couldn't be scheduled.

Zhou Taiwei went to the mansion to visit a sick person, just when An Rong was unconscious, he entered the house, and saw blood in the spittoon beside the bed, his heart sank.I would rather make a fool of myself in Guangling City than push my daughter into a pit of fire.After leaving Anfu, Zhou Taiwei stomped his feet and said, "Confused, confused..." He must be regretting that he didn't know the details of his family, so he betrothed his daughter to the sick man in a bewildering manner.

Later in the city, it was only said that the newly promoted No. [-] Scholar was a tuberculosis ghost, and that the Zhou family broke the marriage contract, spreading the word to ten, ten to hundreds, and as more people knew, they knew the reason for not getting married.

Ruhua is like a jade, Fang is young, and is worthy of the envy of the talented, but the number one scholar suffers from tuberculosis, and once he breaks the contract, he escapes the sea of ​​misery.Daughter, never give up!

In this way, the reputation of Zhou's daughter has not been damaged much.It was just a joke for a while, after a while, maybe someone else caused trouble, and this matter will really pass.

An Rong stuck himself in the room for a few days without seeing anyone, Zhao Minglang came over once in the middle, he wanted to persuade An Rong to take it easy, love in the world is nothing but that, but after thinking about it, his lover is still alive It would be too hypocritical for me to say this by myself.

About ten days later, An Rong came out. He had lost a lot of weight, with green stubble around his mouth, and his appearance was really decadent. Zhao Minglang and Shen Peilin felt really sad when they saw him like this, how radiant he was. How could such a glorious person become so depressed.

"An Rong." Zhao Minglang called softly.

An Rong glanced at him and Shen, his eye sockets felt a little moist, he and Ah Qi could do the same.

"I'm going to the outskirts of the city."

"We will go with you."

"No need." An Rong smiled, there was no sign of life on her pale face, "I want to be alone."

In the other courtyard in the suburbs, autumn is stronger than in the city, and the trees and flowers around the courtyard have already shown signs of withering.

The door of that room was tightly closed. When he was sent here last time, the man's hand held me tightly, but at that time I was in a hurry to go back, so I just coaxed Ah Qi a few words without paying attention. He immediately returned home.

The old housekeeper greeted him tremblingly. After all, the "Second Master" died under his hands. He was very scared in his heart, and called out, "Master."

"He was so seriously ill in the end, and he didn't even see you to tell me." The tone was actually horrified to kill someone.

"Plop—" The old housekeeper hurriedly knelt down. He knew the matter of An Rong and Ah Qi in his heart, so he was frightened at this moment, and his words were trembling, "Old servant, look at... Ah Qi is the same as before. Almost, it didn't...it didn't take it seriously, no one thought that he...he went away." After speaking, he started to cry, mourning for a long time, and those who heard it were desolate and pitied him Over half a hundred years old, but still have to suffer this fearful crime.

For a long time, only the sound of the old housekeeper crying, and a few jackdaws passing by occasionally.

"You can guard this house, the room where he lives, seal the door." The last exhortation, the desolation in the words, in this early autumn day, there is a kind of indescribable gloom.

"Yes."

An Rong left, and when he returned to the mansion, a group of servants greeted him. Zhao Minglang was worried about An Rong, and had been waiting for him to come back in An Rong's mansion.

"Move Ah Qi's things out of this room."

The servant didn't understand what the master meant, so he had to follow suit. After a while, all the things that Ah Qi used and wore inside were all moved to the open space in front of the house.

An Rong's face was solemn, as cold as ice, and he ordered his servants, "Bring me a torch."

Soon the servants handed over the fire folder, An Rong lit it, and threw it into Ah Qi's pile of things, with some clothes mixed in, so the fire burned extremely fast.

Zhao Minglang was stunned, and he shouted at An Rong, "What kind of bastard are you! He only has such a small amount of stuff, and you still set it on fire! He went to hell, where can he find his former home!"

An Rong laughed, with a horrifying expression, and muttered, "He doesn't want me anymore, he doesn't even leave me a thought, I still remember what he did... burn it clean, leave nothing behind. , all burned!"

"Burn it, burn it, he has become a lonely ghost, as you wish!" Zhao Minglang was anxious.

The fire was getting bigger and thicker, and the sky was full of thick smoke. Everyone covered their faces to avoid the pain of eyesight, but An Rong, who opened his eyes wide and stared at him, suddenly rushed towards the fire as if he had gone crazy. I took the little grasshopper out of the grass, but it was a pity that it had been burned, and half of it had been charred.

An Rong flapped the edge carefully, the carbon dross fell off, and only half of the grasshopper was left, sticking to his bosom, it was extremely precious, and muttered, "Ah Qi..."

About ten days later, an embroiderer came to the house to deliver the clothes, saying that their master ordered them to do it. The servant in charge paid the money and took the clothes. They were three sets of autumn clothes. clothing.

After An Rongxia came back, as soon as he entered the bedroom, he saw the neatly folded clothes on the flat-topped table. Just in time, the maid Qing Zhu brought breakfast, and said by the way, "It was sent by the previous embroiderer." .”

"You go down."

Qingzhu stepped back and closed the door when she walked out.

An Rong touched the clothes on the crew-cut table, her eyes were hazy, and she suddenly said, "Your skinny body must look ugly." Later, when she thought of something, she suddenly smiled again, "I'll pack it for you." I'll wear it for you when I gain weight."

Xiao Leng in the room, no one answered his words, those intimate whispers became An Rong's soliloquy.

An Rong sat down, and put her face on the clothes, the embroidery thread on the top caused a bumpy touch, just like Ah Qi's rough hands.An Rong slowly closed his eyes, and in a moment of tranquility, Ah Qi's appearance flashed in his mind, with inverted triangle eyes, drooping corners of his lips, and always wearing tattered and white clothes on his body. Even after following him, he never wore a decent dress.

"You must look good in it." An Rong changed her previous words, and then repeated a few words in her mouth, "I haven't even bought you new clothes..."

The meaning of this statement is wrong, I have bought these three pieces of clothing, isn't it just An Rong's wish, it's just that this person has no chance to wear them.

Autumn nights are mild, and you can sleep soundly all night by wrapping up the bedding tightly. It is neither hot summer nor cold winter. This is just the most comfortable time.But An Rong couldn't sleep all night, and when he closed his eyes, it was Ah Qi who was on the bed in the suburbs, holding his hand tightly, not letting him go...

In the beginning, An Rong would put on his clothes and stay in bed, light up the oil lamp, and read books. In fact, he was not reading any "serious" books, but a few Buddhist scriptures. Go down, so that you won't be bored and distressed.

This matter of lighting up the night to read can only last for two or three days. I have been sleepless for a long time, and my whole body is about to lose energy.So, An Rong started to drink again, and when he was drunk, he could lie on the bed and squint his eyes a little bit. When he was drunk, he started dreaming about Ah Qi, and the two of them in the dream were lying on the same bed, talking sweet words, Didn't do anything, just why, when he woke up in the morning, his underwear was full of traces of nocturnal emissions.

Drunken dreaming is not so mysterious, An Rong probably only dreams about Ah Qi two or three times a month.Moreover, the experience in this dream was really uncomfortable, because after waking up, he felt that his heart was getting more and more empty, and he couldn't touch anyone...

After a long time, An Rong realized that she was really sick.He asked the doctor if there was any way to prevent himself from dreaming about the dead.

This question really didn’t look like it was asked from a brilliant and talented champion man. The doctor was taken aback for a moment, and only said that maybe he was missing too much. Then he prescribed some medicine to soothe the nerves, but he said straight in his heart, how can there be such a miracle? method!It's really difficult to heal, it's better to find a master who calls the soul!

The days were not salty, and the servants in the mansion never mentioned anything about Ah Qi. The wing room on the east side of the mansion where An Rong and Ah Qi lived was also sealed off, and a heavy weight was tied outside. the lock.An Rong then moved to live in the farthest west.

Soon, the matter was over, An Rong seemed to have come out, and he could gradually fall asleep without drinking at night.

Yuanzheng, given a seven-day holiday, An Rong went to Qingping Town, and returned to that thatched cottage again. It was snowing in the cold winter, and the top was white.

The family next door was still there, seeing An Rong, Aunt Zhao unexpectedly shouted, "Ah Qi's brother, are you coming back with Ah Qi for the New Year?"

It's rare that An Rong actually replied to her with a simple word, "Yeah."

"What about Ah Qi, why didn't you come back?"

"He... thinks it's a long way."

Although the reason was completely weird, Aunt Zhao didn't think much about it, and sighed, "This child..."

Originally, An Rong was very calm on the surface, but when he heard this, he couldn't even maintain the peace on the surface, let alone the overwhelming grief in his heart, but he liked to talk to the woman in front of him, because it made him feel that Ah Qi Still, he just didn't come because he thought it was too far away.

In the evening, like last year, Aunt Zhao called An Rong to have dinner with her. At the dinner table, Aunt Zhao mentioned a lot of things about Ah Qi, but An Rong just smiled and didn't speak.Before leaving, An Rong asked Aunt Zhao to ask for some home-cooked beans and peanuts for the Chinese New Year, saying that she wanted to take them home for Ah Qi to taste.

It is really rare for such a cold and cold personality to be able to spend a meal with an unfamiliar peasant woman.Back in the thatched hut, An Rong put down the roasted seeds and nuts, peeled a peanut and threw it into his mouth, chewing carefully, his mouth was full of crispy aroma.

Created the illusion that the person who stayed all night was still there, and chewed it into his stomach along with this peanut.

Oh, that person is gone...

At night, lying on the bed where the two of you have been entangled countless times, the long-lost insomnia came again. I didn’t sleep all night, but I woke up the next day and I was still refreshed. I cleaned and wiped the inside and outside of the house, and finished the work , An Rong closed the door and left here.

It's just a day's work, coming in a hurry and leaving in a hurry.