A Qi

April [-]th coincides with the [-]th birthday of the old owner of the village, so the brothers and sisters of the Mu family will naturally make a grand arrangement, and use the happy event to drive away the evil spirits, so that the old owner's old illness will not last for a day It's like a day.

An Rong and the Mu family have been in contact for many years, and such friendship must be lost. When he came back from court this day, he changed his official uniform and hurriedly got into the carriage and rushed to Mu Xiao Villa.

After entering the manor, An Rong first visited the old owner who had been ill for a long time.The old owner of the Mu family must be seriously ill again, his face is sallow, he has been muttering something in his mouth, and he doesn't even recognize anyone. The brothers and sisters of the Mu family have been guarding the bed, never leaving. The lights are dry, and it won't last for a few days.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature.Every time An Rong thinks of this, she always thinks of Ah Qi, and now she feels really uncomfortable.

After coming out from the old owner, I walked around the villa. In April, the sky is fragrant and the sky is blue and white clouds. Looking from the high pavilion, the village is surrounded by green mountains. For the grandeur, An Rong was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and had a rare peace of mind.

Just as she was about to walk down the pavilion, she heard the sound of two people laughing from behind. It seemed that an old friend entered the pavilion, An Rong turned around, and sure enough—it was Zhao Minglang and Shen Peilin.

Both of them wore robes of the same color, and even the wide-brimmed brocade belts around their waists were the same color. It was probably the time when they were deeply in love. I don't know what Shen Peilin said, which made Zhao Minglang grin and feel very happy. .

They were in pairs, they were all happy people, An Rong drooped her brows and eyes, with a look of loneliness that couldn't be concealed on her face, she wanted to leave quietly.

"An Rong!" Zhao Minglang's sharp eyes still saw him.

An Rong turned around and said in a weak voice, "Brother Minglang, Mr. Shen."

"When did you come?"

"Just here."

"Perrin and I have nothing to do, just want to walk around, you and us..."

Before he could finish speaking, An Rong interrupted him, "I just made a round trip, and Jing'er also enjoyed it, so I'll go back first."

After An Rong finished speaking, he turned around and left, the white back turned into a lonely scene in April on the winding stone road, Zhao Minglang sighed nothing but sighed.The last time I saw him was at the beginning of the year, and a few newcomers came to his house, no matter how much they looked like Ah Qi, I thought to myself, with the arrival of people and the excitement, An Rong would definitely feel a little more at ease.But looking at it now, he was really naive at that time, he was still half-dead.

Zhao Minglang withdrew his long-standing eyes, turned his head to Shen Peilin and said, "Say, do you want to tell him... about Ah Qi?"

Shen Peilin stared at Zhao Minglang suddenly, his eyes darkened, "That man was so sick when he left, not to mention whether he is still in this world, and speaking of it, he was raised by his parents, why should you So cheap?"

"Ah!" Zhao Minglang was deflated, and muttered in a low voice, "I didn't mean that."

Feeling that he was in the wrong, Zhao Minglang didn't argue any more, and the two of them also went to sit in the pavilion.

At the beginning of the birthday, the old owner was pushed out in a wheelchair, with a thin mattress on his lap, his eyes were cloudy, his hands under the mattress were trembling, and he could not utter a single word. period.

The seats were full of guests, there was a sudden silence, the wheels of the car turned, and the old owner was pushed into the room.Mu Qingchu came out to say something. When talking about his father's illness, he suppressed his sadness and announced the opening of the meeting.

Everyone ate this meal without much interest. Thinking about the lingering sickness of a generation of leaders and becoming emaciated, everyone felt a sense of regret at the end of the hero's life.

Xi San, it was getting late, An Rong wanted to go back, but Mu Yanyan stopped him, and the two found a suitable place to talk.

Three years ago, Mu Yanyan married another woman, and the black hair that hung down her back was now tied up into a woman's bun. The marks of time have long since lost her unscrupulous girlish nature. People are sitting opposite each other now, but there is three years in between.

"Brother An Rong, I..." It was hard to say the rest of the words.

"Ok?"

"There is something that has been on my mind for a long time... I'm sorry."

An Rong didn't speak, and he didn't understand why she apologized suddenly, his eyes were fixed on the fine lines on the stone table, fascinated.

Mu Yanyan continued, "Three years ago, brother Minglang came to tell me that you were getting married. I was very angry and ran to your house the next day. You were not at the house at the time, but I saw Ah Qi .”

When Ah Qi was mentioned, An Rong suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes were dim and hard to see.

"I talked to him a lot, I...I was also in a daze at the time, I couldn't control my mouth...I'm sorry."

"What did you tell him?"

……

Three years ago, autumn was strong, and it was a good time to appreciate chrysanthemums. Ah Qiqiang propped himself up, and just trimmed the chrysanthemums in front of the east room a few times, removing the residual leaves and rotten petals. At the moment of the scissors, a black shadow shrouded down.

Ah Qi saw who was coming, and didn't ask any more questions, instead led her to the main hall, and ordered the servants to bring tea and water.

"He's getting married, isn't he?"

Ah Qi lowered her eyebrows and said nothing. She rubbed her fingers over and over again on the jade wrench on her right thumb, which he pulled out from An Rong's hand, and said, "I've been with him for so long and I haven't seen him give me anything." , this one should be given as a gift", he said jokingly, only Ah Qi knew the sadness in these words.It's just that the finger was caught in his hand, and the raw jade became dross.

Mu Yanyan sneered a few times, "In the end, I failed, and you have nothing..."

Ah Qi still didn't reply to her, just when the tea just made by the servant girl came, Ah Qi poured the tea herself, Mu Yanyan was ignored again and again, holding her breath in her heart, and said angrily, "Do you know why? Don't talk about marrying her." A man is a shameful thing, but you can't even have a child, and he can't just guard you forever."

Ah Qi's hand holding the celadon teapot shook a few times, the tea splashed onto the tea table, and his hands...was very hot.

Naturally, the tea was not finished, so Mu Yanyan turned around and left the house.Not long after, she heard the news of Ah Qi's death from Zhao Minglang. She was shocked and felt guilty about that day.Over the past three years, the guilt has only increased.

Hearing what Mu Yanyan said, An Rong stood up slowly, turned around and left without even looking at the woman in front of her, when a woman's voice came from behind, it was shouting—"Brother An Rong, I'm sorry .”

After walking all the way, An Rong felt a pain in his chest, and slowly sat down on the ground. He remembered that Ah Qi pitifully asked him if he would have a baby with Miss Zhou.At that time, I didn't even deny it at all, and even threw him to another hospital on the outskirts of the city. Did that person hate me to death at that time?

After a long time, it was not until midnight that Zhao Minglang found An Rong on a narrow path in the village.

"Get up." Zhao Minglang scooped up An Rong.

"Will he hate me?" An Rong suddenly said this, and Zhao Minglang knew it well.

"No, Ah Qi doesn't hold grudges."

He took An Rong to a spare guest room in the villa, finally got An Rong to the bed, covered him with a quilt, and when he was about to leave, he heard whimpering, he was actually crying.

This was the first time Zhao Minglang saw him cry. When he was rescued many years ago, his eyes were dull and he didn't say a word. At that time, he didn't shed a single tear, but today he actually cried.If Yanyan hadn't come to look for him at night, she felt that something was wrong with An Rong and asked him to look for An Rong, he would have dreamed of meeting Duke Zhou by now.

Zhao Minglang walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, really not knowing what to say.

After crying for a long time, the voice stopped, An Rong opened her scarlet eyes, "I really miss Ah Qi..."

Seeing An Rong's pained appearance, Zhao Minglang almost blurted out that Ah Qi might not be dead, but when the words came to his lips, he remembered Shen Peilin's words during the day, and finally swallowed them down.

Later, Zhao Minglang said a lot of comforting words, but An Rong didn't know how much he listened to, and fell asleep in the middle of the night.Zhao Minglang yawned and returned to his guest room.

The candles in the room were still on, Shen Peilin had been waiting for him, Zhao Minglang rustled off his clothes and went to bed, but the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

"Tell me, will An Rong always be like this?"

"Who knows."

"Oh, I found something to ask you, but you can't come up with a good word."

Shen Peilin suddenly became serious, and said sternly, "First, I don't know Mr. An very well, I don't know what kind of temperament he used to be; second, he should look like this now, I just think that Ah Qi It's very pitiful; three, I feel very uncomfortable when you always calm down in front of me."

"Your uncle, hurry up and sleep, the more you talk, the more disgusting you will be."

On the second day, An Rong left the villa. Before he left, he didn't say hello to anyone. He came and returned alone. In this world, he walked alone.

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Ready to let them meet ^_^