[Yi Tian] A match made in heaven

The snow fell again, falling from the sky in a mighty way.The distant mountains are undulating and the canyons are deep.The bronze wind chimes under the pavilion are spun and jingled by the wind.Dim candlelight shines through the window frames of nearby houses.Someone wrote a book on the spot.

Several red plum trees grew in the courtyard, and the snow fell on the vigorous dark brown branches, and a thick layer was accumulated in a short while.The red plum bloomed tremblingly facing the ice and snow, and the delicate petals seemed to be dyed with rouge, lighting the ice and snow, revealing an overwhelmed timidity.

Inside the house, the silver charcoal was burning vigorously, but there was no smoke.The candlestick is covered with a lampshade embroidered with orchid grass, and the dancing flames cannot be seen.And the blond man was quietly standing behind the table, the ink in the Duan inkstone was still uncondensed, and the purple hair was moving on the rice paper.The turning point of the handwriting hides the strength of character, and it is neatly displayed.

After a while, a page was just full and the ink was exhausted.Then the man stopped writing, looked sideways at the half-closed door, and said in a deep voice, "Wuji, come in."

As soon as the words fell, the door was gently pushed open a small crack, and the child with black hair and blue eyes was looking over.Facing Xie Xun's gloomy face, he subconsciously smiled flatteringly: "Father, how did you find me?"

While speaking, he had already walked into the house, and saw that the child was about five or six years old, and he was pink and tender, with baby fat on his face.It looks like a glutinous rice, wrapped in thick fox fur.Probably the fluffy snow-white fox fur on the neckline was a bit too long, his whole face was half buried in it, and the tip of his nose was brushed by the fox fur, which made him feel a little itchy.

The child stretched out both hands and pulled the neckline down vigorously, and rubbed the tip of his nose vigorously.His eyelashes were long and slender, and they fell slightly when he blinked, and the luster in his green pupils was clear.The whole person is like a jade carved in powder, which is very pitiful.

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The boy's name is Xie Wuji, and he is the only son of Mingjiao leader Xie Xun.Xie Xun has always been held in his hands like jewels and treasures to take care of him, but he is born with a mischievous temperament, often after getting into trouble, he puts his hands behind his back in embarrassment, twists his body and smiles shyly at others.

He was born cute, inherited his father's blood from the Western Regions, and carried the gentleness of Jiangnan.No matter how serious the disaster is, the victim is often willing to cover up the fault for Xie Wuji so as not to be punished by Xie Xun.

Several times Xie Xun made up his mind to educate him, but before he raised his hand, he was able to bring a group of people forward to intercede.Not only will Xie Wuji not be beaten, but he will earn a lot of candies and pastries for it.

Xie Xun had no choice but to sit by the side, rest his forehead and close his eyes, to calm down.Unexpectedly, Xie Wuji ran over on short legs, he had not grown up yet, and was short in stature.Strenuously standing on tiptoe, half body lying on Xie Xun's lap, flatteringly raised his hand to Xie Xun's eyes: "Daddy, eat Tangtang."

Xie Wuji's appearance is really cute, Xie Xun couldn't help softening his eyes when he thought about the embroidery.Seeing Xie Xun's hesitation, Xie Wuji hastily lifted up the candy in his hand and stuffed it into Xie Xun's mouth, with a childish voice: "Daddy, this is my favorite pine nut candy."

The fact that Xie Wuji likes to eat candy can be regarded as well-known on Guangmingding.He especially likes pine nut candy. Wang Nangu feared that eating too much candy would cause toothache, so he was allowed to eat only three candies a day.Strict control, later Xie Wuji found a glass jar from the White-browed Eagle King, carefully put the three daily candies into it, and held it in his arms like a baby.

Of course Xie Xun knew about Xie Wuji's habit, and he also knew that Xie Wuji had been saving up for half a month before he was left with these few lone pine nut candies in his hand.

Does the child's character follow his mother's?

As soon as Xie Xun thought of this, he couldn't pretend to be cold to Xie Wuji anymore, so he swallowed the candy obediently.Then I heard Xie Wuji blinking his shiny eyes and muttering in a low voice: "Since Dad has eaten my candy, you are not allowed to be angry with me again. You are not allowed to beat me, and of course you are not allowed to scold me."

He looked over expectantly and flatteringly, with a little smug look on his face.This scene is vaguely familiar.Like a summer afternoon, the cicadas sing low and long, and the weeping willow cages are full of green smoke.The girl in the goose-yellow dress looked up at the man in front of her, a little embarrassed and uneasy, with a real sense of humor in her eyes, which made people's hearts move for no reason.

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Since Xie Xun's family was brutally wiped out by Hunyuan's thunderbolt hand Cheng Kun five years ago, except for Liu Dan who survived by jumping off the cliff with Xie Wuji at that time, only Huaxiu survived.Hu Qingniu tried his best to treat him, but he could only maintain a glimmer of life.The two kinds of internal forces in his body could not be blended together. Later, Xie Xun asked Shaolin monk Kongjian to reconcile them with the gentle internal breath of Yi Jin Jing, but after all, the delay was too long.Although his life was safe, he fell into a deep sleep all the time.Never woke up.

In the first month, Xie Xun sat beside the sleeping Huaxiu, the woman's features were picturesque, still as graceful and beautiful as when they first met.It's just that she was lying quietly on the bed, with the brocade quilt hanging down, lifeless.Xie Xun gently called her name: "Yin Ran." But he didn't get any response.

The always cheerful and forthright man tremblingly stretched out his hand to test Huaxiu's breath, and he didn't feel relieved until he felt a faint air flow.He slowly embraced the woman in his arms, and whispered those lingering words of love in her ear, but the woman still had her eyes lightly closed, peacefully sleeping in a long and vague dream.separate from reality.

In the tenth month, Xie Wuji started to learn to speak, and Xie Xun brought Xie Wuji to Huaxiu's side.The woman was still asleep, her eyelashes drooping weakly, and she looked calm.His hands were folded on his chest, and his black hair was hanging down beside the pillow, like a handful of thick ink.

Xie Wuji has already learned to crawl, he loves to move, it can be seen that he has a lively personality.He also loves to laugh, and his pupils are light blue.Xie Xun held Xie Wuji in his arms, probably because he didn't like being restrained.Xie Wuji leaned forward and struggled twice, but Xie Xun gently put Xie Wuji's waving little hand away, pointed at the flower embroidery and said softly, "Wuji, this is your mother."

He looked at the black-haired child with green eyes expectantly, hoping that he could repeat that word.But Xie Wuji just struggled to leave his father's arms and roll around on the bed twice.He didn't understand the meaning of this word, and naturally he couldn't understand Xie Xun's mood.

Xie Xun persevered, but Xie Wuji just watched his father giggle, counting his fingers and having fun.Xie Xun was helpless, the evening wind blew through the wide-open carved window, carrying a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.Blow up the curtain, and the magnolia flowers embroidered on it seem to come alive, dancing gracefully and falling slowly.

Xie Xun had no choice but to put Xie Wuji down first, and turned to close the window.Xie Wuji crawled forward curiously, looking at this face that was four or five points similar to his own.Reaching out her hand to gently touch Huaxiu's cheek, tilting her head to look at Huaxiu.

When Xie Xun turned around, he saw Xie Wuji pulling a loose strand of black silk from the sideburns of the flower embroidery and holding it in his hand.The child didn't know how hard the force was, but Huaxiu still didn't show pain, and fell asleep peacefully.

Xie Xun hurriedly wanted to free Huaxiu's hair from Xie Wuji's hands, but Xie Wuji just held it tightly and would not let go.Xie Xun's soft persuasion for a long time was fruitless, and he gradually became anxious.With a little force, his hands slowly opened Xie Wuji's clenched fingers. He paid attention to the strength so that he would not hurt Xie Wuji.

But Xie Wuji watched his hands gradually become empty, and suddenly burst into tears.He is a child who seldom cries, but now the tears are falling down, rustling on the skirt of his clothes.Xie Xun frantically wiped Xie Wuji's tears, when he suddenly heard Xie Wuji yelling some words indistinctly.over and over again.Xie Xun listened carefully, and when he heard clearly, his fingers stopped stiffly in mid-air.

That is a word for mother, although the pronunciation is very vague, it has the meaning of a childish voice.But it can still be heard clearly.

I burst into tears.

In the third year, Xie Wuji began to show a cheerful side of his personality, and he would not hesitate to show a cute smile to everyone he met.Everyone on Bright Peak likes this soft and sticky little tail, let him circle around them.

As a result, Xie Wuji will get many exquisite gadgets, but no matter how much he treasures them, Xie Wuji will always run to his mother's room when he returns home.Standing on the small stool and looking at the sleeping woman, she struggled to climb onto the bed, and proudly held those gadgets in front of Huaxiu.

He smiled complacently, looking very much like a lazy cat wanting to be praised.But the sleeping woman couldn't answer the childish laughter, she couldn't even smile.Gradually the child's voice fell down, staring blankly at the three glazed beads in his hand, he turned his head and was obviously very sad: "Aniang, don't you like it?"

He is young, and the thoughts in his heart will be fully expressed on his face.Xie Wuji lowered his head, and flattened his mouth a little bit aggrieved: "Aunt...you're so bad."

If Huaxiu came to her senses and hadn't been hit by Cheng Kun, she might hug her child like other mothers.Accept the gift your child brings you and praise him.But Huaxiu is still trapped in that dream that seems to last for thousands of years, except for breathing and heartbeat, she won't even blink and cry even to express pain or joy.

Time did not leave too many traces on her body, as if those vivid pasts were just the ripples left by willow branches lightly touching the water.Many people dream of this kind of favor, but those who are favored may not want it.

Xie Xun, who was standing outside the door, sighed softly.

This is really a helpless thing.

Five years later, the toddler was able to walk steadily.Standing in the study room with his hands behind his back and his head down, he looked at the blond man with green eyes. The man put down the pen in his hand, turned his head and saw Xie Wuji pouting indignantly, and couldn't help but smile.

But he obviously knew his child better. He glanced at Xie Wuji's muddy trousers. If he fell down normally, Xie Wuji would definitely tell.This is not the first time this has happened.

Xie Xun walked up to Xie Wuji, knelt down and looked at the little child at the same level, his voice slowed down and was full of gentleness: "Are you fighting with another child again?"

"Yeah, no." Xie Wuji hastily shook his head and denied what he wanted to hide in a single sentence.But the hands behind his back were twisted together, his pupils were wandering, and he didn't dare to look at his father.Xie Xun didn't blame him, in fact Xie Xun never really beat or scolded Xie Wuji.

Xie Xun looked at Xie Wuji's small face buried in the fox fur, raised his hand to stroke Xie Wuji's hair for a while, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Xie Wuji shook his head obediently, obviously knowing that he couldn't hide his father.He lowered his head and replied in a low voice: "It doesn't hurt, it just feels very sad."

He lowered his head lower, trying hard to cover his reddened eye sockets, his voice was muffled and soft, with some incomprehension and stubbornness: "They say I am a child abandoned by my mother, and my mother doesn't like me That's why I have been ignoring me. I don't believe them, my mother is the best mother in the world, she doesn't ignore me, it's just...it's just that I'm not good enough..."

Tears finally broke free from the shackles of the eye sockets and fell down, dripping on the wooden floor, smudged with shallow traces.Although the child was wrapped in fox fur like a round ball, he still tried to stand up straight.He raised his little hand and wiped away the tears hanging on his cheeks. He was obviously wronged, but he tried to make a strong appearance: "Mother is not such a person, she is not!"

It was as if someone had dropped a handful of gravel on the softest part of the heart and grinded it repeatedly.Even breathing was painful, Xie Xun opened his lips and wanted to say something, but found that no amount of comfort could make up for a child's five years of losing his mother's love.

Originally, he could have his mother's embrace and comfort, but if Huaxiu wakes up, he will definitely treat Xie Wuji like a pearl and take care of him carefully.

Nine out of ten things in this world are unsatisfactory. The word "impermanence" is light and delicate, and it is true that it has exhausted the sorrows and sorrows of the world.But there was no way to save it.

After a long time of silence, there was a crackling of sparks in the study, and the candlelight flickered a few times before it returned to calm.The north wind howled outside the window, and the man in Tsing Yi squatted quietly in front of the child, watching the child wipe his tears indiscriminately, but it had no effect.After a while, he leaned over gently and held the child in his arms.

Xie Wuji rested his head in his father's arms, biting his lower lip tightly, looking stubborn and unwilling.He was indeed crying, but he held back his wailing.Big tears fell down, choking hard to speak.

But such silent crying made Xie Xun even more uncomfortable, but what can Xie Xun do?He can give Xie Wuji double love and care, but he can't satisfy the child's wish in this matter alone.

He also waited for too long and too long, and sometimes he dreamed back at midnight, almost thinking that all the music and singing and laughing before him were just a dream of his own.And that girl had died silently long ago, buried quietly in the ground.What stays in the world is just a dispensable stinky skin.

He had no choice but to stagger and push open the door, stepping on the cold moonlight to push the flower-embroidered door, looking at the woman's peaceful sleeping face, as if he could stay here for eternity.

Night after night, year after year.Hope is as faint as a firefly, but he carefully protects the palm of his hand.It seemed that if this firefly was scattered with the wind, then Xie Xun would immediately fall like a cliff, and never recover from this.

Xie Xun patted the child's back lightly, feeling that thin back trembling violently.It took a long time to calm down, Xie Xun's voice was a little tired and dazed, and he comforted in a low voice: "Wuji, don't cry. Your mother kissed her...actually loves you very much."

Huaxiu may not be a qualified mother. She missed five years of her child's growth.But Huaxiu does have a lot of love for Xie Wuji. As a mother, her choice is always to protect her children.

Xie Wuji sniffled, and said in a low voice, "I know. Dad, I want to go and see mother, maybe, maybe mother is awake now."

Even though Xie Xun knew that this was impossible, he still pulled Xie Wuji out of his arms, carefully asked him to wipe away his tears, and said in a gentle voice, "Okay, let's go see Yin Ran together."

He got up, took the candlestick and held it in his hand, hugged Xie Wuji in his arms and walked towards the bedroom. The light illuminated the corridor, spreading out a dim halo.Project the shadows of the two people onto the wall.The man's voice was soft, and over time he had grown into a mature and responsible man, enough to take on the responsibilities of a family: "If your mother wakes up, what do you most want your mother to say to you?"

And the child's voice is full of childishness: "I want my mother to hug me, kiss me, teach me how to read, wipe my sweat after practicing martial arts, origami cranes for me, and... ...There are many, many things." He was talking in a hurry, and his hands were still gesticulating.But then the voice dimmed: "Oh, with so many wishes, am I being too greedy?"

Xie Xun turned his head and kissed Xie Wuji's tender cheeks. In the firelight, the child's blue eyes were pure and pure: "No, your mother will be happy to do these things..."

Their voices gradually spread into the bedroom. On the couch, layers of curtains hung down. She had closed her eyes and slept peacefully. The eyelashes of the woman, who was ignorant of the outside world, trembled slightly, and then a line of tears rolled down the corner of her eyes. And down.

The author has something to say:

So to explain hehe, the situation of Huaxiu is equivalent to a vegetable, um, that's probably how it is.But in the end Huaxiu still woke up, that's all.

The first extra episode is here, the second extra episode should be about Brother Yao...