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It was a cold night in early summer, so Wu Jing asked the palace servants to change a thick quilt for himself, and then changed it for the room opposite.These days Liang Huan lives across the street, but she hasn't been back for the past two days, and she doesn't intend to wait for him, she is about to wash up and go to bed.

Just when she thought that she didn't plan to wait for him, the palace people outside said that he was coming.She got up to meet him, and saw Liang Huan staggering in, his expression was very bad, his broad eyes were full of tiredness.

She helped him to the seat, and before she could ask, she heard Liang Huan say: "Sister, I want to go home, will you come with me?"

Wu Jing was taken aback, but didn't react, "Where are you going back?"

"Go back to Jinzhou and find your parents."

She looked at him in surprise, vaguely feeling that something was wrong with him, but she couldn't tell what it was.

"If you don't want to leave, just stay here, and you can enjoy the glory and wealth in the future..."

Wu Jing quickly patted his hand, and said softly: "I came here to take care of you. If you want to leave, I will naturally go with you. But have you thought about it? You can't regret it when you make this kind of decision gone."

Liang Huan tilted his body and leaned on her arm, "Sister, don't you know me, I don't like to come..."

"What happened?" Wu Jing asked suddenly, "I don't like to come, so many years have passed, why are you leaving now?"

After hesitating for a while, Liang Huan still felt that there was no need to hide it from her.He closed his eyes and tried to sum up the deep pain in simple words: "The statement is dead. It is really dead."

Hearing what he said, Wu Jing once again felt at a loss.She didn't know what to respond to, the words were too heavy, and any words of comfort seemed pale.Perhaps only such a decision can vent his emotions and make up for what he said.

In the end, she only asked flatly, "When are you leaving?"

After waiting for a while, she heard Liang Huan's voice mixed with sighs: "Just tomorrow. I'll arrange things early tomorrow morning, and we'll leave."

Wu Jing was thinking about it, but Liang Huan suddenly grabbed his wrist, and he heard him say in frustration, "My parents won't dislike me, they say I'm cowardly and irresponsible...they didn't like him last time when they went back, if they knew This is the reason, so it’s all his fault..."

Wu Jing felt that he was about to cry, so he patted him on the back lovingly, and said softly: "No, no matter how you say it, it's my parents, they must be thinking for you. Don't tell me the reason, I'll keep it from you too. on."

"Don't be too sad, there are still many people who love you in this world, father and mother love you, sister loves you too..."

When she said this, Liang Huan's sadness, which had been so hard to stop, began to rise again.

If it is not possible to escape to these people, I really don't know how to get over this hurdle.

Taking advantage of the night, Liang Huan packed up all the things in Weiyang Palace, and packed all the papers in Baoyan Pavilion in a box.

At dawn, Liang Huan directly claimed that he was sick and asked Zhu Xing to deal with the trivial matters of the officials.Then he called Deng Zhi, Prime Minister of the Right, Bai Lailai, Shang Shu of the Ministry of Rites, and Cheng Wei, a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy.

These people gathered in Weiyang Palace and discussed for a whole morning.

The discussion was not over in the morning, but Liang Huan left at noon. How to implement it is not his business.

After having lunch with Wu Jing in Ruikun Palace, he carried a bundle and a box to the small door in the corner of the Forbidden Palace, and the two sat in the carriage outside the door together.

The carriage left the city from the road in the city according to Liang Huan's instructions.Liang Huan lifted the curtains and poked his head out to see the scene in the bustling capital.He saw a lot of familiar places, such as theaters, hotels, markets, and wherever he saw them, the memories related to them came to life.

After leaving the city, you can see a tall tower and a few scattered houses in the fields below.

Liang Huan leaned half of his body out of the car window, looking back at the capital city that was drifting away.It has been 13 years since he came here when he was ten years old.In the first few years when he came here, he had no feelings for this city, nor did he have a deep impression on him.

And the capital in his memory is what it looked like in the past two or three years, recording every encounter and companionship, and the touching emotions make the pictures vivid everywhere.

The hustle and bustle in the city gradually became inaudible, he sat back slowly, closed his eyes, and a face that was extremely delicate and fragile emerged vaguely from the overlapping of those pictures.

He thought, when he got home and was free, he would write all of this down and draw it, put it together with the paper in that box, treasure it, and remember it for a lifetime.

It took several days to travel from the capital to Jinzhou, but Liang Huan didn't want to delay, fearing that his speed would not be as fast as those people's work speed, and his parents would think they were dead before going back.

However, from the second day after leaving the capital, there was heavy rain on the road.Compared with the spring rain, the summer rain was more violent and turbulent. The muddy road was full of water, and it was difficult for the carriage to move.

Helpless, they had to find a hotel to stay first.

After entering the hotel at noon, Liang Huan fell asleep.The sound of the rain was the most hypnotic, and he slept all afternoon.

At night, the rain did not stop, and people woke up instead.Leaning on the pillow, Liang Huan looked at the gray-blue sky outside the window, sniffed the smell of mud in his nose, and listened to the raindrops beating the eaves and the ground.

This kind of situation seems to return to the rain two years ago. I was so happy that day that I was going crazy, thinking that he had really promised me his whole life, and that he would be by my side for 30 or 50 years.

Who knew that his life was only so long.

Since then, he has had a lot of trouble with himself.But no matter whether he is afraid or sad, whether he is not happy for himself, whether he is trapped and unable to get out, at least he is always here.This is good enough.Even if he really left him, forgot himself, even hated himself, even if he really went to find someone else, as long as he lived well, he could not care about anything.

But now, now...

Liang Huan had thought about these words many times, but this did not reduce his grief.He has been suppressing it all the time, even in Weiyang Palace, he is afraid of crying too loudly for the eunuch at the door to hear.

In this wilderness, on a rainy night, he was finally able to cry unrestrainedly.He whimpered for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more sad he became, and it turned into a wail, his originally heroic face turned into a mess, full of pity.

Wu Jing watched him cry. After a long time, she endured the feeling of powerlessness, sat beside him, and patted him on the shoulder.

Being patted by her like this, Liang Huan became much more stable. He leaned against her and stayed there for a long time, then suddenly, like a child coquettishly, he said in a slightly different voice: "Sister, I'm hungry."

"What to eat?"

"I want to eat...bean curd, I want something sweet."

Wu Jing left the room, went to the hotel counter and asked, "Boss, do you sell tofu curd here?"

The boss smiled and said, "Coincidentally, a customer ordered bean curd just now, and there is one bowl left, so I'll give it to you. Do you want sweet or salty?"

"Sweet, put more sugar."

The wind and rain knocked on the window, and the heat was humid. Liang Huan sat on the bed, crying so hard just now, his whole body twitched.He took the towel from Wu Jing and wiped it on his tear-stained face.

There were two knocks on the door, and the hotel clerk said outside, "The bean curd you want is ready."

Wu Jing went to open the door and took over the tray with the bowl and a piece of folded paper on it.

The guy explained: "It was given by another guest, and he said it would be handed over to you."

"What?" Liang Huan got out of bed, picked up the piece of paper and unfolded it. When he saw the densely packed words on it, he felt a headache. He didn't look at it carefully, so he threw the paper to Wu Jing and said, "Sister, read it to me."

Wu Jing frowned after taking a look, "I don't understand many words."

"Then watch it and tell me about it."

After he said this, Wu Jing had no choice but to bite the bullet and look down.After reading the entire sheet of paper, she felt lonely for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "The person next door heard you crying, so write a few words to comfort you."

"He said, hearing you are so sad, you must have encountered something very sad. It is natural to cry at this time, and you should recall all the bad things and cry for them one by one. When there is nothing to cry, you will naturally understand yourself. What I really want. When I look back on my current experience many years later, I will also be grateful for the loss now and make myself more sober.”

After listening to her reading bit by bit, Liang Huan said with a wry smile: "He thinks there are other things that are more important besides the loss, so he said that."

But what I want most is exactly what I have lost.Such consolation is simply ineffective.

After all, he took the bowl of bean curd to the table to eat.A spoonful of ice is smooth and creamy, but I am used to eating it made by the same person, and eating anything else will not taste the same anyway.He only took a few mouthfuls, then dropped it.

In the early morning of the next day, Tiangong finally let go of the fragile soil and restrained his tears.Those who lived in the hotel were also on the road again.

On the bumpy car, Liang Huan touched his eyes, which seemed to be still swollen, but he was indeed much calmer than yesterday.

He couldn't help but think of what the person wrote yesterday, which actually made some sense. After reminiscing about it, there is nothing to cry about, so he won't be so sad.Maybe it will recur in a few days, but it must be lighter every time.

In the end, what settles down will be the good memories that I want to keep, without the many sorrows of parting.

Thinking of this, Liang Huan turned his head and asked, "Sister, do you still keep what the person next door wrote yesterday?"

Wu Jing opened the baggage that he carried with him, took out the folded paper and handed it to him.

He wanted to see how the person wrote the original words. It was normal for Wu Jing to not read any Chinese characters, and she hadn't read any books.It would be too embarrassing if you don't even recognize yourself.

Liang Huan unfolded this piece of paper, and at first glance, there were indeed some strange words, but at the second glance...

this... this is...

Wu Jing looked sideways at Liang Huan's expression, not understanding why he had a complicated expression on the piece of paper.

Then, she saw Liang Huan get up suddenly, lifted the curtain of the carriage, and shouted to the front: "Stop! Don't go, stop!"

After a neigh, the coachman's voice came: "What's the matter? Where are you going now?"

After a moment of silence, Liang Huan said word by word, "Go back the way you came."

The author has something to say: This is not a quiz, I guess you all guessed it >

Wu Jing: Be good, my sister will cook something delicious for you in the future.

Liang Huan: Can you put the salt shaker down and talk again?