My country is dead again [Rebirth]

Sometimes Song Qinglai didn't know why she fell in love with He Xiaoman.

When he was a teenager, he felt that it was impossible for him to be single-minded in his life, let alone say such things for a lifetime.

He is rebellious and rebellious by nature, heartless, and no one can be his fetters, trapping his chic and free life.

He came to the capital at the age of 17, and hang out with other sons of outstanding family background. He would go to Hualou for a glass of wine every now and then, but he still knows how to build a reputation for the Song family. small mouth.

He felt very comfortable on such a day, he could see any beauty he wanted, male or female, no one cared about him, and he didn't need to be responsible to anyone, lingering in the flowers without touching himself.

The first emperor also joked that he would betroth the third princess to him. The Song family really thought about it as if they were facing an enemy. They were afraid that the emperor would detain him in the capital. Crying in anger, this matter is over.

Song Qing came to think about what kind of princess to marry, and she could barely look at her. It might as well be that the sixth prince standing next to her was good-looking and had a big temper. He couldn't bear this anger.

Until a rainy day, he met a person, and his chic and free life was destined to be trapped.

He and Jin Yiwei's brothers had always entered the palace from Zhaowu Gate. It rained heavily that day, and it seemed that there was rarely such a heavy rain in Pingdu. They hurriedly knocked on the bricks and tiles on the palace wall, and the ding ding dong dong was a bit annoying.

The young people didn't bring any umbrellas, they just made do with each other. He was walking forward with Feng Jiezhou's shoulders on his shoulders. Feng Jiezhou suddenly pulled him and said, "There is a person sitting on the ground."

He looked up and saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old little fireman, sitting on the ground huddled, as if crying, or just sitting quietly like this, with a small frame, shrunk even smaller, covered by the rain curtain all over the sky , as if to obliterate that person.

Little Huo's clothes were disheveled, and they probably guessed what happened. There were many such dirty things in the palace, and it was no surprise that a few people with him even teased and whispered, which was a bit embarrassing.

He frowned, let Feng Jiezhou and the others go first, and walked straight into the rain curtain alone.

"Hey, kid, aren't you cold?" He saw the thin and white shoulders of the little fireman. It was a little cold in the rainy day, but the shrunken person was actually shivering slightly.

Little Huo Zhe looked up at him, he smiled, and thought: he didn't cry, but his eyes were a little red.

He admired this face from the bottom of his heart, it was extremely beautiful even before it opened, the best thing to see was the pair of eyes, born with a pair of fox eyes, curled eyelashes covered like crow feathers, anyone who looked at it would be amazed There is a sense of pity, and if there is a smile in the eyes, it must be a seductive appearance, just like the fox demon who sucks people's spirits in the middle of the night in the book of ghosts.

Seeing that the child was frightened and looked at him in a daze, he just didn't speak, and then he saw that the clothes were torn. He thought he would do the same, but he could only say that that day was destined by God, and he didn't let him meet anyone else, but he happened to meet this person.

He took off his drenched flying fish suit and put it on the shoulders of Xiao Huo Zhe. When he lowered his head, the hem of the torn clothes could faintly reveal the hidden part. When he was there, he smiled again, and said something that he shouldn't have said that day. He didn't know why he said it by accident.

"You look good."

After saying this, he ran away without daring to look back at the man.

He didn't have dirty thoughts in that sentence, he was still a child, no matter how beastly he was, it was impossible for him to have that kind of thoughts for a twelve or thirteen-year-old child, maybe he was more regretful and pitiful.

This is really the best-looking person he has ever seen.

The place he accidentally saw made him feel extremely sad at that moment, such a good-looking person is incomplete.

Later, he didn't meet this little fireman again for a long time. Although he went to the imperial court and got a board because of his disheveled clothes that day, he waved his hand and forgot what happened that day as an insignificant matter. How to put it, it seems that he and such a person should not belong to the same world.

More than half a year later, when they entered the palace from Zhaowumen again, and turned a corner, he always felt that someone was staring at him, so he deliberately slowed down, looked back, and a half-revealed figure in the corner flashed away. , but he could still clearly see a part of his clothes exposed. He turned another angle, and it was even more obvious when viewed from the side. His body was small in frame, and his side face was small and exquisite. He was indistinguishable. He suddenly guessed Whoever arrived, smiled and did not step forward, greeted his companions and walked away together.

In the following years, from the same place he entered from Zhaowumen, he could always see that half-hidden figure staring at him without blinking. Don't dare to stand up again when you enter the corner.

Also strangely cute.

He specifically asked Feng Jiezhou to ask the people in the palace to find out who the little fireman was. He learned that he was in the Bell and Drum Division in the first two years, and then Feng Jiezhou suddenly told him that the man had gone to the Leng Palace.

"Lenggong? Did he offend someone?" He asked in surprise.

It is impossible to be dispatched to the Lenggong without offending anyone. Feng Jiezhou nodded and said: "Offending the palm print of the Shangshan Supervisor, you know, that person has such a habit, can he be better if he is targeted? I heard that he almost He was beaten to death, and Wang Chen saved his life."

"Leng Gong is now..."

"Going to serve the sixth prince."

"Ah..." He kind of forgot who the sixth prince was.

"It's the one you said looks better than the third princess." Feng Jiezhou explained, "Oh, that's the way it is in this life."

That's it for the rest of my life.

If he remembers correctly, He Xiaoman seems to be only 14 years old. A person's life has just begun, but it seems to end like this.

He didn't know how he felt at that time. After living for 20 years, he was used to being heartless. It seemed that he rarely touched the softness in his heart because of something. There was a kind of...

Distressed feeling.

Distressed...

He, Song Qing, has been in style for 20 years, yet he still feels sorry for a person, a person whom he only met face to face once, and this person is still a disabled eunuch.

But during that time, he has been in a daze. When he passed by Zhaowumen, he looked at the familiar corner countless times, but it was empty, and he never saw a sneaky figure hiding there looking at him without blinking.

For 20 years, he has always been the one with all the stars and the moon. Those men and women who want to get close to him all have unclean thoughts, want to curry favor with him, want to enter the Song family, want money and power, and he seems to be used to this kind of behavior. Playing on the spot, no one can give sincerity anyway, and what they say is duplicity.

But now he understands that there is still someone in this world who has the utmost sincerity towards him, just because he gave him a piece of clothing, he wants to get closer to him, but he doesn't dare to get too close, as if he is afraid in his heart What, I only dare to hide from a distance and take a look, time and time again, just looking at it is very satisfying.

This sincerity was a bit too clean, and he suddenly didn't dare to ask for it.

Then one day he passed by the Wenhua Palace on business, as if there was a familiar feeling in the dark, he subconsciously looked back, and half a figure appeared behind the stone lion, He Xiaoman's face did not have time to retract, accidentally and He looked at each other for a moment, but in the next moment, He Xiaoman retracted again, revealing a corner of his clothes as before, and looked out tremblingly.

At that moment, he couldn't express his feelings, as if the sky after a long rain had suddenly cleared up, he smiled in He Xiaoman's direction, that smile couldn't be more sincere, and he wanted to tell He Xiaoman, no matter how difficult it was Days will pass, as long as you are willing to wait, there will always be sunny days.

In the next few years, he would still see He Xiaoman from time to time at Zhaowu Gate, but Zhaowu Gate was far away from Wenhua Hall, and every time he deliberately walked back to see if He Xiaoman was gone, he would see He Xiaoman running, thinking to come It was because he squeezed the time to come here on purpose, just to have a look at him like before.

Sometimes he couldn't believe how there could be such a stupid person in the world, who would follow him like a demon after seeing him for a while, even if he might not care about it, or he would have forgotten himself long ago, he still had to take the trouble to take a look. If there is no response, but willingly.

He admitted that he was touched by such a fool. A heartless person knows what a heart and lungs are, and even wants to respond, and wants to protect that fool from being hurt again.

But he couldn't have too much contact with the people in the palace, and he couldn't help. He could only let Feng Jiezhou send people to pay more attention to the cold palace secretly, and then accidentally learned that Du Ruo of the Imperial Academy was secretly helping the sixth prince.

He asked Feng Jiezhou to find Du Ruo once, and gave Du Ruo a sum of money to buy what the sixth prince and He Xiaoman needed.

But Du Ruo refused to ask for his money, probably because he was not familiar with him. In the end, he could only occasionally let Feng Jiezhou see what Du Ruo bought, and bought them in advance and forced them to Du Ruo. .

Several princes in the palace died one after another. Others forgot that there was a sixth prince in the cold palace, but he remembered that he had already guessed in his heart. As expected, the sixth prince ascended the throne on the day Pingdu fell.

The little fireman who hid in the corner and peeked at him became the governor of the East Factory.

He didn't know if He Xiaoman still had that kind of thought for him now, from his youth years ago to now, it seemed enough to let that kind of silly affection go with the wind.

But when he went to look for He Xiaoman because of Zeng An, he knew just by looking at his eyes that this fool hadn't changed.

There was a hidden ruthlessness in those fox eyes, but when they looked at him, they were still unblinking, clean, shy and cute, always wanting to be teased.

He is used to being an asshole, and he has never realized what it feels like to like someone, let alone how to get along with the person he likes, and facing He Xiaoman, it seems that everything will become natural like the day we first met.

Naturally want to smile at He Xiaoman, naturally want to tease shy people, naturally want to put away some unruly manners, and let the people in front of them see another side of themselves.

He knew that He Xiaoman had hidden his sincerity for too long, he was hesitant because of fear, he was still as inferior and timid as he was hiding in the corner many years ago, he didn't dare to say it suddenly, he could only try to get closer, and then Getting closer, I want to open He Xiaoman's heart, and let He Xiaoman live in my heart without any scruples.

When one day he finally couldn't take it anymore, he recklessly kissed He Xiaoman and told his love.

The same love for many, many years, he has kept that clean sincerity in his heart.

That night, He Xiaoman let go of all his worries, took off his coat, and opened his body to him. He kissed the beautiful eyebrows, gnawed at the beautifully curved neck, and stroked the two ugly scars below. Light, yet warm.

He Xiaoman never let him touch those two scars, but he wanted to touch them gently again and again. Seeing He Xiaoman trembling slightly with watery eyes, he asked He Xiaoman to let go of all guards, and he wanted to tell He Xiaoman that he Love that clean heart, love every inch of this body, even if it is incomplete and has ugly scars, it is his most cherished thing.

He likes this person so much - he wants to go back more than ten years ago and meet He Xiaoman earlier, so that He Xiaoman can suffer less, can he not hide in the corner carefully.

His Xiaoman could have lived a more wanton life.

In the fifth year after Dayu returned to Pingdu, Song Qinglai brought He Xiaoman back to the Song family.

He Xiaoman was very nervous all the way, Song Qinglai comforted him: "I have already written to tell my mother, and my brother and brother-in-law have been persuading me for so many years, there must be nothing wrong."

As it turns out, nothing really happened.

In the past ten years, his mother was really worried about his marriage, for fear that he would be a bachelor for the rest of his life. Later, seeing that he didn't care at all, and even enjoyed the life of being a bachelor, his mother was so angry that she slapped her chest and said: There was nothing I could do with him, so I let him go.

Moreover, there was an elder brother in front of him who had no relationship with women, and his mother turned to worry about his elder brother. She was at home all day long to see girls for his elder brother, and his elder brother wanted to hide in the capital.

When his elder brother finally settled his lifelong affairs, he was already past the age when he should get married. By this time, his mother could understand that he was an unrestrained person in this life.

Wei Yang agreed to persuade him, and his strategy was really gradual.

Tell his mother first that he may not be interested in women, but in men.

His mother had been angry for several months, because she felt that it was enough to have someone around her at this age, regardless of whether it was a man or a woman, but she let go of this matter again.

So Wei Yang went a step further, telling his mother that he has someone he likes, and his status is a bit special, so he must be mentally prepared.

His mother was also from the general family, and she was also a strong-tempered person since she was a child. She waved her big hand and said, "I accept all men, how special can they be? They don't lack nose or eyes, they are not crooked, as long as they are not irritable!"

Wei Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Sister, don't worry, that man is very good-looking, and his temper is never irritable, and he is obedient to Qinglai, obedient and gentle."

"Isn't that good?" Poor his mother has become numb, and after hearing this description, she even thinks that he has made money, and it is a good thing to have a good life in this life.

Wei Yang worked on it step by step for a few more years, and finally saw that Song Qing didn't want to wait anymore, so Wei Yang simply opened up and told his sister everything.

It is acceptable for his son to like a man, but it is obviously unacceptable for his son to like a eunuch who is not a man.

Mrs. Song had been arguing at home for several days, Song Qingge and Wei Yang took turns to comfort her, but all good words were useless, Song Qing was so scared that she dared not go back.

That year Song Qing didn't go home for the Chinese New Year, but Mrs. Song felt uncomfortable again. After all, she was still worried that he would have a bad life in the capital. What can I do?

Thanks to Wei Yang's step-by-step approach, Mrs. Song closed the door and thought for a while, good-looking, good-natured, and pleasing to each other with Qinglai, it sounds better than a girl's house.

Forget it, it doesn't matter whether he is a man or a woman, as far as his son's virtue is concerned, it's not bad to have it.

In the end, Mrs. Song let go again, and asked Wei Yang to talk to Song Qing, and bring him back to have a look first.

Song Qinglai led He Xiaoman into the Song family. The old people in the house watched him grow up, and he was always sweet-mouthed. These people still treated him like a child, and they still called him "Second Young Master" after all these years. When he comes back, he is happier than seeing his children come back, and everyone wants to drag him to chatter.

"Is my mother in a good mood today?" Song Qinglai asked the old housekeeper quietly.

The old butler has been looking at He Xiaoman, thinking that there are really such good-looking people in the world, and it seems that only such good-looking people can be matched with our second young master. When I came back, I just didn’t say anything, and I couldn’t wait to eat yesterday.”

He Xiaoman came here for the first time, brought some gifts for everyone, and handed them over to everyone. They were not expensive things. It was obvious that he had chosen them carefully, and everyone felt at ease. He felt that he looked better. It looks good.

In the back yard, Song Qing came to see her sister-in-law and mother talking, she seemed to be in a good mood, pulled He Xiaoman forward, and called, "Mother, I'm back."

Mrs. Song didn't even look at him at first, she looked at He Xiaoman next to him half curiously and half expectantly, her eyes became straight when she saw him, Wei Yang said she was very good-looking, and she really didn't lie at all, this appearance is also true There is no other one in the world, my son's vision is really poisonous.

He Xiaoman was looked a little nervous, his ears turned red, and it took him a long time to remember and turn around to get the gift for his mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

Song Qingge's wife, Ru Zhiyan, is a gentle and dignified beauty. Over the years, Mrs. Song has seen dozens of girls, but Song Qingge didn't like any of them. Later, when she went to inspect the guards below Wanyang, she accidentally ran into her. The daughter of a hundred households, the two saw each other right.

Although Ru Zhiyan's family background is not high, she looks more dignified and decent than the ladies from aristocratic families, graceful, without pettiness, and not as coquettish and arrogant as aristocratic families. It's no wonder Song Qingge is so picky about people.

"Qinglai and Duzhu have had a hard time on the road, and we will have a cup of tea when we sit down." Ru Zhiyan invited the two of them to come and sit down, and personally handed them tea, "Mother is waiting for you to come and eat."

Ru Zhiyan was four months pregnant, Song Qinglai hurriedly stopped her and said, "Sister-in-law, sit down quickly, we can do it ourselves."

Hearing this, He Xiaoman hurried over to take the teapot, said "I'll do it", and poured tea into the four cups on the table one by one.

He Xiaoman's movements are proficient and smooth, which seems quite pleasing to the eye. Mrs. Song was satisfied. She lowered her head and found that there were many calluses and scars on He Xiaoman's hands. She suddenly felt distressed for no reason, and pressed his hand and said: The Lord is about to sit down too, let the servants do these things."

"When I meet my wife for the first time, I always have to do something." He Xiaoman smiled, "I'm used to doing these things, so it doesn't matter."

Song Qinglai chose a piece of pastry that He Xiaoman usually likes to eat from the pastries on the table and handed it over. He Xiaoman subconsciously lowered his head and bit off a piece from his hand as usual, and finally realized something. Be sure to look at him.

"There aren't many Song family members, and it's actually strange that they are deserted on weekdays." Seeing He Xiaoman's embarrassment, Ru Zhiyan smiled and turned the conversation away, "Master Du can come back with Qinglai for a walk if you have time."

As she spoke, she gestured to Mrs. Song with her sideways eyes, who coughed lightly and said coldly, "I didn't come back last year for Chinese New Year."

Song Qinglai smiled and said: "Yes, I know I was wrong, I will definitely come back this year for the New Year."

Mrs. Song snorted, and looked at He Xiaoman again, seeing that he lowered his head and did not speak, his appearance was really pitiful, and his voice softened a lot: "Master Governor, please come to celebrate the New Year together."

He Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, then looked up: "I, I'm coming too?"

"Hey, it's up to you to live your own life. You guys, I can rest assured that you are living a good life." Mrs. Song took a sip of tea, looked at Song Qinglai again, and sighed, "I, like your father, hoped You and your elder brother are safe and healthy, your elder brother has worked hard all his life, we can't let him down, but we can't let you down anymore, don't let me worry about it and everything will be fine."

Song Qinglai knew that his mother had completely let go, and before he could say anything, He Xiaoman suddenly got up, knelt down on the ground and kowtowed three times, saying: "Madam, don't worry, I will never leave Qinglai for the rest of my life. You take care of him."

"Hey, what is this for?" Mrs. Song rushed to help, "Who is taking care of? How old is he, and does he need someone to take care of him?" As she spoke, she pulled him and said, as if she was afraid that Song Qing would bully him, " You are living with him, not his subordinates, so don't spoil him. Speaking of which, he is several years older than you, so he should take care of you. "

He Xiaoman was a little at a loss, he could only nod his head and said, "Qinglai treats me very well."

Mrs. Song was still worried, and said: "He has been spoiled since he was a child, and no one will take care of him. If he dares to play a young master's temper on you, you can tell him to go to his uncle, and no one will support you."

Song Qinglai said helplessly: "Mother, I'm not as miserable as you said, am I?"

"Who knows..." Mrs. Song rolled her eyes, "If you were like your brother, would I still worry about it?"

Song Qinglai rubbed her arm and said with a playful smile, "If I were like my brother, wouldn't our family be bored to death? There must be someone who can talk to make you happy, right?"

Mrs. Song poked his forehead hard, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth.

In the evening, when Song Qingge came back from work, the family had a meal together. During the dinner, Mrs. Song saw that He Xiaoman ate very little, so she kept yelling how she could eat so little and insisted on him eating more.

Song Qinglai explained: "He has a stomach problem, he can't eat too much, he can't bear it."

"What's the matter? Stomach trouble?" Mrs. Song glared at Song Qing, "What's wrong with you?"

He Xiaoman hurriedly said: "It's been many years, it's an old problem, and it's much better now."

Mrs. Song knew that he was a person who had suffered a lot, so she couldn't help but feel distressed, and said: "Then you need to take care of yourself, eat more nourishing food, come back and tell us what you want, our Song family won't be able to get all these things come out."

"I usually eat." It was unknown how many years ago when he faced his elders last time, and He Xiaoman was always at a loss, "Madam, don't worry."

After dinner, Song Qing came to take He Xiaoman to the rockery where he used to climb up to admire the moon when he was a child. He Xiaoman was a little afraid of heights, so he pulled Song Qing and said, "This, this is not good, it is too high, let's go down..."

"Don't be afraid." Song Qinglai hugged him and pressed him into his arms, "I'm holding you, if you fall, we will fall together."

He Xiaoman had no choice but to sit down. Because of nervousness, he subconsciously leaned against Song Qinglai, and half leaned against his arms. The two of them sat together for a while, and He Xiaoman suddenly asked: "If your father is still here, will he agree?" ?"

"It's hard to say, my father is quite old-fashioned." Song Qing looked down at him and smiled, "But he also dotes on me, and also hopes that my life will be safe and happy. If I insist on this, he will naturally agree."

He Xiaoman nodded, after a moment of silence, he said again: "Your Majesty is ready to go to the south of the Yangtze River, and I don't want to stay in the capital anymore."

"Really?" Song Qinglai was a little surprised. In his heart, He Xiaoman liked power. "I can do it. It's best not to wait. I don't want to go to Beizhen Fusi for a day. What are the commanding colleagues?" You know, I'm so busy that I don't have time to eat."

"The palm print of the king told me before that there are only two ways for me, either to sit here and never fall, or to fall to pieces. I was really scared once, and I didn't dare to think what it would be like if I fell. I didn't want to Live that kind of life." He Xiaoman looked up at the half crescent moon in the sky, "But then I saw that His Majesty was like this, and I felt that maybe no one can really hold on to something for a lifetime, especially something like power, no one can hold it. I can't hold it for a lifetime."

"Then where do you want to go?" Song Qinglai scratched his palm, which he liked to do very much, "Is there any place you want to go?"

"My hometown is in central Sichuan. I haven't been back for many years. I kind of want to go back and have a look." He Xiaoman lowered his head, "But I don't want to stay for a long time. I haven't been to other places."

"Then go all over again." Song Qing said, "I haven't been to many places, so we will go together when the time comes."

"You..." He Xiaoman glanced at him, "Will your family agree with you to go?"

"In the past, the relationship between the Song family and the imperial court was not good. I could still help out in Beijing. Now that my brother is a marquis, what else can I do?" Song Qing said, "Besides, there is still my uncle? He is no better than me. it works?"

"Then can we also go to Jiangnan?" He Xiaoman looked at him intently, the moonlight seemed to fall into his eyes, adding a soft color to the beautiful eyebrows and eyes, "I also want to see the peach blossoms in Jiangnan..."

"Go, why can't you go?" Song Qinglai leaned into his ear and said, "I'm actually richer than Your Majesty. Let's buy a big house."

He Xiaoman pursed his lips and smiled, and said: "Actually, His Majesty is quite rich, but he is used to leaving some for the court and dare not spend more."

"But we don't have such worries. We can spend whatever we want." Song Qinglai pulled him closer, "Go to Sichuan first, then go all the way to Jiangnan, and then we can go wherever we want."

He Xiaoman still has nothing to say. He used to think that power is his protection. Only with power in his hand can he not be bullied, and he will no longer live in such a dark life, but now he does not need such protection, because he Knowing that he is no longer struggling alone in the world, even if he falls, there is always someone who will catch him.

"I want to jump from here." He Xiaoman said suddenly.

Song Qinglai didn't react, she was startled, and said, "What are you doing? Don't be too hard on yourself!"

"Will you catch me?" He Xiaoman lowered his voice, looking at him without blinking as he did many years ago.

Song Qinglai seemed to understand what he meant, and laughed as he did many years ago, jumped down from the rockery, spread his arms, and said, "Come."

With the gentle night wind blowing by his ears, He Xiaoman lowered his eyes, looked at the people on the ground, and laughed too. He closed his eyes, let his mind go, and jumped down from the rockery without any scruples.

A pair of strong arms caught him, and then he fell into a familiar and warm embrace.

The two staggered and fell to the ground together. In the next moment, warm lips kissed him, from his eyes to his chin, and a deep voice whispered in his ear: "Don't be afraid, I will catch you!" You, I love you so much."

He wanted to cry a little, his eyes were full of mist, and he held Song Qinglai's face and kissed it forgetfully.

In the past, when Song Qinglai touched his tongue, he would tremble slightly, thinking of many disgusting pictures, remembering some dirty things he had done with others, and remembering that he was not worthy of Song Qinglai.

Therefore, he rarely took the initiative to kiss Song Qinglai, and always accepted it passively, but now he seemed to have left everything behind, and only wanted to kiss Song Qinglai deeply, and then let Song Qinglai possess him, caressing every scar in his past.

This is the person he caught after so many years of stumbling in the dark, and he was reluctant to let go of him for the rest of his life.

I didn't know you in the darkest day, but now—it's not too late.

The author has something to say: Du Ruo: Everyone is gone! ! !Only I am still working! ! !

Ming Ting: It's not about me...

Qinglai is the unrivaled hero that Xiaoman waited for in the mud, stepping on colorful auspicious clouds, and is his salvation.Xiaoman is bound by Qinglai all her life, and she is willing to be tied by him.Qinglai and Xiaoman will be happy forever~

Tomorrow, we will start a more modern campus episode, shall we~

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