Yuanzhong poultry

When Yu Bai woke up again, the new year had come to an end.During the Shangyuan Festival, the lanterns in Chang'an City were lit up for five nights, and Jin Wu couldn't help the night.When Zhao Jun brushed off the chill and broke into the Yannan Pavilion, Yu Bai was sitting by the window, quietly looking at a golden phoenix lantern hanging on the window.

He took off his cloak and hung it outside, and gently hugged Yu Bai from behind: "Abai, do you like it?"

"This is just a small lamp. There is a very beautiful big phoenix lamp outside, which is many times bigger than this one." Zhao Jun smiled warmly, "The imperial doctor said that you have recovered a little and you can go out for a little walk. Today is the Lantern Festival. How about Ah Bai going out for a walk with me?"

The phoenix light flashed brilliantly, but where the light fell, there was silence.Zhao Jun didn't get a response as usual, and he didn't mind, he took Yu Bai's hand and carefully selected the clothes one by one.

Yu Bai was ill, Zhao Jun intentionally dressed him brightly to suppress his illness, so he picked up a sapphire blue gown embroidered with begonias, brocade hair, and snow-white fox fur, everyone looked like a rich man. Wan Chong's little son, as if he has never seen the suffering in the world.

Yu Bai let him lead her, and walked beside him meekly.He fell into a coma with a high fever on New Year's Eve, and since he woke up for the first time five days ago, he has been so obedient.

Obedient, without saying a word, without sadness or joy, without worry or fear, like a silent and docile lamb, showing his most fragile throat, standing at the other end of the world, looking at the floating world and the old love from afar Love, but nothing can touch his eyes anymore.

He lost his name and his past, and was free from his name and his past.

Zhao Jun wishfully believed that Yu Bai had only temporarily forgotten everything, just like the memory loss at the beginning, and it would recover after a while.However, Yu Qingyu and the rest of the imperial physicians have clear eyes and hearts, knowing that Yu Bai's condition is not as simple as amnesia. Say these two words out of your mouth.

When the Shangyuan Festival was approaching, Zhao Jun decreed to build a long corridor of lights on the palace road outside the Qian'an Hall. The roof and sides of the corridor were hung with novelty lanterns. People play music and songs, trying their best to imitate the prosperous scene of Shangyuan in Chang'an City, where the fire trees and silver flowers never go dark.

It was dusk now, and the lights were turned on one by one, so Zhao Jun took Yu Bai's hand and walked over to identify the lights one by one.

The bright lights illuminated the faces of the two of them, and for a moment even the bright moon in the sky was overshadowed.Zhao Jun walked slowly holding Yu Bai's hand, and stopped in front of a huge phoenix lantern.The lights of the phoenix are shining brightly, and notes of different colors are pasted on the golden wings, which are enigmas.Zhao Jun revealed Zhang's crossword riddle and read: "Equally divided."

He turned around and asked Yu Bai with a smile: "Ah Bai, can you guess what this word is?"

On the small table in front of the Phoenix Lantern, there are pens, ink, paper and inkstones, which are specially for people to write down the answers to the riddles.Yu Bai didn't respond for a long time, and Zhao Jun was not surprised. He dipped his pen and ink and wrote the word "Jun" on the rice paper: "'Equally divided' means 'even', and 'autumn color' means 'gold'." , evenly divided, that is 'Jun'. Come, Abai, write and see."

Yu Bai didn't catch the pen.The Shuanghao pen fell to the ground with a snap, splashing a few drops of thick black ink on the spotless palace road.Yu Bai curled his fingers slightly, hanging by his side, his eyes drifted away, never falling on the pen.

Zhao Jun froze for a moment, knelt down to pick up the brush, and smiled warmly at Yu Bai: "It's okay, just pick it up."

He pulled the man into his arms, gently opened Yu Bai's fingers, and stuffed the penholder into his palm: "Come on, Ah Bai, write something."

——The sound of the Shuanghao pen falling to the ground again was crisp and clear.

Yu Bai lowered his head, staring blankly at the dots of ink that suddenly appeared on the back of his hand, as if he was thinking about what it was, but he still didn't give the pale man in front of him the slightest look.

Similar scenes were repeated again and again, and the smile on Zhao Jun's face gradually became a little forced.He picked up the pen again and stuffed it into his hand, his voice gradually became strict: "Ah Bai!"

... No matter how strict he is, it is useless.

The hand that used to be able to ride a horse through frost and snow and lift a sword to cut a formidable enemy can no longer hold a brush or write a single word.

In front of the unresponsive Yu Bai, many days of hard work finally broke apart like a broken string.Zhao Jun closed his eyes, only to feel that the pain in his heart was flooding into rivers and seas, rushing desperately into his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were already covered with bloodshot eyes.

The light and shadow burned in his eyes became more and more blurred, he stared at Yu Bai, staggered two steps forward suddenly, grabbed his shoulder: "Ah Bai! Look at me, look at me! "

"Abai, your handwriting is the most beautiful. Write one and write my name. You know my name, right? Just write one. After finishing writing, I will take you to see lanterns and eat candies. What do you want to do? Anything is fine...Ah Bai, write it down, write it down!"

Zhao Jun was almost hoarse.He repeated as if begging, and the hand pinching Yu Bai's shoulder became more and more forceful: "Look at me, Ah Bai, look at me...do you recognize me? You recognize me..."

He wanted to hear Yu Bai call "Zhao Jun", and he wanted to hear him say "Don't cry", but there was nothing, nothing.

Yu Bai was pinched by his shoulders, and stood there in a daze, staring at Zhao Jun without blinking. There was no trace of emotion in his black eyes, like a child who was ignorant of the world - no, a child is still Knowing fear and joy, and Yu Bai has completely lost these emotions.

He stood silently on the spot from the beginning to the end, neither feeling Zhao Jun's near-collapse emotion nor the tingling pain from his shoulders, only the pen and ink under his feet were scattered all over the floor, staining the snow-white fox fur, like In the snow, Ling Han bloomed plums overnight.

... out of love comes sorrow, out of love comes fear; apart from the beloved, there is neither worry nor fear.

To some extent, Yu Bai has gained real freedom.

However, looking at him like this, Zhao Jun felt as if his heart was pierced by a knife. Everything in front of him clearly reminded him that the exquisite and translucent Yu Bai in the past could no longer come back.

This is not the first time he has experienced such a scene.Since Yu Bai woke up, this scene has been repeated many times.The person in front of him is still the same person, but his soul seems to have been taken away by Yan Luo Hades, leaving only an empty body.

He no longer laughs, no longer cries, as if he can no longer hear any sound, see no picture, no longer have any likes and dislikes, as if he has finally accepted the fate of being imprisoned in a cage for eternity, obediently, safely and securely. The canary whose wings were broken, even if the cage was lifted, he would not be able to fly.

Zhao Jun slowly let go of his hands, squatted down slowly, and buried his face in his palms.After a while, a low choking sound gradually came out.

It was clear that the lights were bright and the lights were shining, but he could only feel the desolation of being alone.

On a day like this, he should have been with the young man of Yuebai Fengqing, touring lanterns, admiring the bright moon, guessing lantern riddles, kissing lingeringly, and doing all the chic and joyful things in the world.He disregarded the objections of his ministers, opened a private treasury and spent a lot of money, and built this corridor of lights arbitrarily.

The lights of the flower market are like daytime.Yu Bai's blank eyes swept over Zhao Jun, who was half kneeling on the ground and choked with sobs, and then over the extremely gorgeous fire trees and silver flowers, and suddenly saw a familiar face in the distant plum forest.

In Yu Bai's lack of cognition, which is almost snow-white, it should be a "person".

Moreover, he is a very familiar person.

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In the plum grove of Pingchun Hall, He Nianbai is twirling a branch of red plum, staring at the distant corridor of lights.

Listening to the gossip of the palace people, it was built specially for Young Master Yu by His Majesty. Many ministers wrote letters denouncing this matter, and the imperial censor brought up the old matter again. They jointly signed a letter requesting His Majesty to accept concubines and concubines, spread branches and leaves, so as to protect Daliang. There were successors, which made His Majesty Long Yan furious.

During the Shangyuan Festival, the city of Chang'an must be brightly lit at this time.He Nianbai thought in a daze, he didn't know how that person was doing now.It has been half a month since he entered the palace, and except for New Year's Eve, he has never seen Zhao Jun again, but what he is thinking at this moment is not the emperor who is aloof.

He picked up a fallen plum blossom with five petals, and suddenly saw Yu Bai.

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When Zhao Jun collapsed speechlessly, Yu Bai suddenly saw his own face in a glass mirror.He was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to look at the person in the distance, suddenly a flash of lightning flashed across the sea of ​​heart, arousing a ray of light in his heart which had been dark for a long time.

There is a name on the horizon.

That is……

"Ah Bai? What's wrong with you? Ah Bai!"

Zhao Jun's urgent voice came.The lightning suddenly went out, and in the next moment, a thick mist enveloped him, and Yu Bai closed his eyes in Zhao Jun's arms.Zhao Jun hugged him anxiously, but suddenly he heard the man in his arms whispering in his sleep: "Stay away from him..."

"Who?"

Zhao Jun asked anxiously, his heart beating like a drum.However, Yu Bai never answered, just leaning on his shoulder and closing his eyes.After a while, the breathing has been even and long, and he is fast asleep.

The moonlight dimmed, and the plum grove gradually turned into a black shadow, but no one could be seen, and the night wind was blowing on the face, dyed with the fragrance of flowers, and the only thing left in the world was a thick night and a little bit of cold light.Looking at the silent and docile face of the person in his arms, Zhao Jun was silent for a moment, then carefully picked him up, and walked step by step through this extremely splendid and brilliantly lit corridor.

At the end of the figure, the lanterns were extinguished one by one.

The author says:

I went to a wedding today, and I was exhausted. From the perspective of a bystander, I would sigh that getting married is a big trouble.

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The mood of writing in the last few chapters is a bit low. When I write every day, I have to take a break from my busy schedule to conceive super cute extras to comfort myself. Now there are more extras than the main text~