Who allowed me to live like a dream

Ji Zetong still wanted to fight, but the old man squeezed his hand and said, "Tong...sing something to Grandpa...Grandpa listens to the road..."

As soon as Old Master Ji finished speaking, Ji Zetong choked up. He didn't know what to sing for a while.The old housekeeper wiped his tears and pressed Ji Zetong's shoulder, and the latter realized it, and sang an excerpt about a drunken imperial concubine casually.

The old man listened quietly, the melody was melodious, without the splendor of a noble concubine, and Gu's servants could even hear Su Sanqi's sternness from it.At the end, the old man said "Yes" in a huff, and moved desperately to clap his hands.The two hands couldn't get together.

Finally, Ji Zetong couldn't help but buried his head and began to cry. He lay beside the bed, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face.

The old man couldn't hear Ji Zetong's singing, and asked eagerly, "What's wrong? Why didn't you sing..."

Ji Zetong quickly raised his head to wipe away his tears, and the old man said again: "Chen... ah, go to the yard for me... pick a flower... I'll take it down to see Zhu Yu..."

Gu Jiachen cried a lot at first, and after crying a few times, he cried too hard, lying on the bedside sobbing.Hearing the old man's words, he was taken aback for a moment, then stood up feebly, and walked to the door in a daze.

Looking up, besides chrysanthemums, where are there other flowers?It's just that it is absolutely impossible to pick the chrysanthemum, if something bad happens, he is afraid that Ji Zetong will beat him to death.Fortunately, Gu Jiachen had a good nose and smelled the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, only to realize that there was a white osmanthus planted outside a small window in the old man's room.

Gu Jiachen hurried to the window.A different song came faintly from the room.Gu Jiachen listened to his ears, and after careful identification, it was not a Beijing opera, but a Beijing song.But it is also a familiar song, and it is also written according to the story of Yang Guifei and Tang Minghuang.Ji Zetong's voice was more sad and bewildered than before, resentful and melancholy, ready to cry, as if lost.

"Pear blossoms bloom, and spring brings rain. Pear blossoms fall, and spring enters the mud. This life is only for one person, and the king is also infatuated with love, and love is also infatuated..."

Osmanthus osmanthus flowers are very small, and one flower can't make any weather.Gu Jiachen pulled up the front of his clothes to make a pocket, pulled out clusters of sweet-scented osmanthus flowers, and slid them into his clothes to pocket them.In a short while, there are small pockets of sweet-scented osmanthus in the pocket, each of which is crystal clear like plump and round rice grains.

When Ji Zetong started the second piece, the old man was already a little out of his mind.He faintly smelled the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, and recalled in his mind the days when he and Zhu Yu were newly married.The house he bought for Zhu Yu had several sweet-scented osmanthus trees in the yard. When he left, the sweet-scented osmanthus trees had just bloomed. Zhu Yu ordered his servants to pick fresh flowers, dip them in sugar, and make a southern snack for him. he.

Shanghai is very close to Zhejiang. Jiuniang Yuanzi is a Wuxi dessert. Yuanzi is made of glutinous rice and has a very soft and glutinous taste.In the cold weather, after eating a warm bowl, even the soup is gone.There was a burst of blush at first, and soon after, a naive heat surged into my heart, and then spread to my whole body, every fingertip was full of warmth.Can melt people.

Eating a bowl of fermented rice made by Zhu Yu himself, I thought it was just a temporary separation, but who would have thought that this would be a farewell forever.

Zhu Yu...the old man thought with his last ounce of strength, I'm going to come to you... When I was leaving that day, you asked me when I would be back, and I said soon... I broke my promise, you won't blame me, right? ?

Are you and your child, our child, together?I didn't protect you well, and I didn't keep that child. I made you orphans and widows leave before me with hatred... Under the Nine Springs, it's deserted and unaccompanied. Will you blame me?

It's been so many years, you haven't even been in my dreams... Are you really cruel?Or are you afraid that I miss you and don't feel like doing things?The sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard is blooming again, do you have a pot stove there?Is there any fresh rice wine?Is there any sugar?

The mandarin duck tiles are cold and frosty, and the emerald quilt is cold, who shares it?

Youyou has been separated from life and death for many years, and the soul has never come to dream.

All the grievances and grievances are gone!Now I'm going to look for you too. When I cross the Naihe bridge, I don't know how to drink Mengpo soup. I must find you... I didn't expect to pass alone there...

Ji Zetong's voice became more weeping as he went back.Gu Jiachen felt that the flowers were almost picked, so he turned to go into the house.

The tune of the Beijing song is similar to that of a Beijing opera... This song is adapted from Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow", and it sounds very sad.Gu Jiachen's heart was cold, as if something was leaving him.

Going to Qiongbi and down to Huangquan, there is nowhere to be seen.

Everlasting hate is a song of eternal thoughts, and eternal hatred is a song of eternal fans.

The old man smelled the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, and slowly shifted his only glimmer of gaze.I don't know how to see the window, and there is a blurred figure with black hair and white skin.Picking flowers under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.He thought it was Zhu Yu who came to pick him up, and suddenly raised his upper body to go there, but failed, he fell headfirst on the side of the bed, without moving.

Ji Zetong had just sung the line "Natural beauty is hard to give up", the old man stood up like a demon, he was startled, followed the old man to look out the window, and saw Gu's servants picking sweet-scented osmanthus, probably Pick it up and turn around to leave.As soon as he turned around, the old man threw himself on the bed.

The old housekeeper hurried over to help Ji Zetong hold the old man up. While laying the old man's body flat, the old housekeeper stretched out his hand to touch the old man's neck.

No pulse.

Ji Zetong hurriedly put his hand under his grandfather's nose. He didn't know whether it was because his body was still hot or what. He seemed to think that his grandfather was still angry.But the old butler shook his head sadly.

Ji Ze acted like an old butler to feel for Grandpa's pulse, but couldn't find it after searching for a long time.Lie on grandpa's chest to listen to the heartbeat - also no.He froze on Grandpa, motionless, as if Grandpa's heartbeat would recover if he stayed quietly for a while.

Gu Jiachen walked back with a bag of sweet-scented osmanthus, and within two steps, he found that the sound of singing in the house had disappeared, and suddenly heard Ji Zetong's exclamation.Gu Jiachen's heart tightened and he quickened his pace.When he stepped into the room, Ji Zetong was already crying on his grandfather's chest.

His crying was quite different from Gu's crying.Gu Jiachen likes to cry with tears, but the voice will not be loud, and the tears roll more diligently.Ji Zetong was crying in the true sense.And he didn't cry very loudly at first.His voice has a process from small to loud, from weak to strong, which makes people feel very sad and miserable.

Gu Jiachen walked to the bed in a daze, stood for a while, his hands suddenly softened, his pockets fell apart, and the osmanthus flowers in his pockets scattered all over the bed.

The sky and the earth were suddenly white.

The old butler has already started recruiting people to report the matter to Beijing, and reported to the old man's house, saying that the old man is gone, and asked them to come back quickly for the funeral and discuss funeral matters.

Just now when the old man was still alive, Gu Jiachen couldn't help crying so hard.Now the old man is really driving west, but he is as stupid as he can't shed a tear, can't say a word, just stands there in a daze.Ji Zetong didn't know how long he had been crying, he raised his face and saw Gu Jiachen standing beside him, pretending he didn't see him.He yelled "Grandpa" in his mouth, as if the wind was rushing across the river, and the geese were mourning.

When his grandfather took him back to the southwest, he was only 12 years old.Love and hate are so ignorant of life and death.At that time, grandpa often pointed to the sky and said to him, look, I am like that sunset, getting old, getting old, and about to die...

The sunset is infinitely good, but it is almost dusk.Grandpa's life was full of glory and wealth, a high position and power, a beautiful wife and beautiful family, and children around his knees.And grandpa's life is also embarrassing.He had a hard time on the battlefield and was covered in scars.He lost his most beloved person.In his later years, he insisted on returning to his hometown, and his life was deserted and lonely.His children were so far away from him when he died.

Grandpa has had so much and lost so much.

Ji Zetong's blurred vision focused on the white sweet-scented osmanthus scattered beside the bed.

Quality is better than filth sinking into ditch.

If you don't have a kit to collect your beautiful bones, a cup of pure land can cover up your romance.

I heard that grandpa fell down suddenly.It was a little bad before, and the old housekeeper helped to recuperate it for two months, and it was all better.It just fell down suddenly this morning.The old man felt that his time had come, so he hurried to find his grandson, but fortunately he caught up.

Fortunately, he caught up.

The old man walked fairly safely and did not suffer much.He may have seen his beloved before he left.Then he should have gone happily.

The essence of cleanness comes and goes.Death is the best purification.No matter how grandpa achieved, no matter how Zhu Yu suffered, no matter how harmed grandma... they are all clean when they arrive in that world.

Ji Zetong stretched out his hand to grab a handful of white sweet-scented osmanthus, broke off his grandfather's fingers and put them in his hands, then pressed down his fingers and held them.

Osmanthus, the main expensive.If I take this thing with me, can I be reborn in a wealthy family in my next life?Grandpa, I don't want to be born into a wealthy family in my next life, and of course I don't want to be too poor.I want to be born in an ordinary family.If you go to Zhumenhou's mansion after reincarnation in your next life...then I would also like to be with you, let's be grandparents in our next life.

The old housekeeper brought a set of military uniform and a heavy military overcoat, and put it on for the old man whose body was getting cold.

The straight military uniform was still majestic on the old man, and the shiny medals on the military uniform weighed heavily on the old man's chest.Military uniforms, belts, combat boots, military caps...they are all neatly dressed, and a majestic veteran of the battlefield is impressively in sight.It was like yesterday in the war-torn world, the old man was still the young officer, the old butler was still the young military doctor, one charged in front and the other came after for treatment. When necessary, he could carry a gun and follow the old man to charge.

"No, no, your intestines are coming out, you have to bandage them well!"

"Oh, what are you afraid of, take a bowl and buckle it up, and beat it as usual!"

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Old man, you will definitely be a general in your next life, let me follow you in the battle!

Gu Jiachen was stunned for a while, watching the old man's body covered with a layer of green.He was a little confused and didn't know what to do.

In a daze, he thought he was Ren Xiaoxu again.