"Painting the Heart as a Cage" Jiuzhou Haimuyunji Emperor and Empress colleagues

Just after the misty rain, the town is as clear as spring.

He put away the oil umbrella, and the raindrops from the umbrella splashed on the stone slabs on the bridge, moistening the moss growing between the cracks.He turned his head and looked into the distance, and the town under the misty mist seemed to have been dyed another look after the baptism of spring rain-the flowing water under the bridge was glistening, and the boats drifted past; looking back, we can see crabapples everywhere The flowers are scattered, and the street vendors on the stone road are busy again, like the freshness after the rain.

He breathed lightly, raised the hem of his clothes for three steps and made two steps and moved forward cheerfully.

For some reason, there seemed to be some kind of gravitational force calling him.

He came to this remote town by accident three days ago.The folk customs in the town are simple and the scenery is picturesque. If he hadn't decided to travel to Kyushu, he thought that he would never be lucky enough to explore this paradise in his lifetime.The shopkeeper of the inn where he was staying was a warm person, and when he saw a stranger coming here, he gave him an example of the beautiful things in the town.

One of them is Mrs. Yun's painting booth.

He has been traveling for several years, and he has seen all the beautiful paintings in all directions. He even has a slight eye for the paintings of the hidden emperor Mu Yunsheng living among the people with illusions.It's just that this time, the shopkeeper strongly recommended it, and even won unanimous praise from several customers in the store. They all said that Mrs. Yun's painting skills are superb, and the scenes and objects in her brushes are all lifelike, and she is even known as a painting idiot. The hidden emperor!From the mouths of several men, it can be concluded that this Mrs. Yun was born with a beautiful face, simple and elegant, even the begonias in full bloom in this town were compared.

Although he had no choice but to laugh with him, he was more determined in his heart to find out.He really wanted to see if there was a better painting in this world than "Apocalyptic Snow Picture", or was the word of mouth praise actually just coveted for the beautiful woman's appearance?

He stopped his trotting steps slightly, lifted his sleeves that were smoky with Su Hexiang, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This is the end of the street. I heard that Mrs. Yun's painting stall is under the crabapple tree here.But as far as the eye can see, there are bright crabapple trees, and the appearance of the stalls on the two roads facing the street is even more similar. It is not sure where the painting stall he is thinking about is located.

He settled his anxious mind for a moment, took a breath, and lifted his steps again.This time, he chose to walk slowly.

After the rain loosened, the number of pedestrians on the street increased.He shuttled among the crowds of people, hoping to catch a glimpse of the art booth he yearned for.He just pondered for a long time but failed, and he stood there a little discouraged, bowing his head and sighing.

After thinking about it, coming to the town is only for this lifetime, and giving up resolutely will only increase regret.So he slammed up, raised his head upright, determined to find the painting booth and vowed not to give up.

He just raised his eyes for a moment - a conspicuous rosy color appeared in his peripheral vision.

Feeling overjoyed suddenly, he endured his excitement and walked towards a stall on the left.The stall is not yet ready for sale, but there is only one unforgettable painting hanging on a wooden shelf.

The scenery in the painting is all minimalist - a tree of crabapple in full bloom, and a man standing sideways under the tree.The blossoming rosy begonias are like a spring breeze, and they are as delicate and beautiful as real or fake, and the artist's mind can be seen with every stroke.The man under the tree seems to be looking up at the flowers, and his handsomeness is so strong that it can be seen in the painting.He was dressed in black silk bundles, a golden gown with Chu brocade patterns, and wrapped in a firefox felt. Although he turned his back sideways, he exuded a ubiquitous heroic spirit and warmth. He must be born as a dragon and phoenix.

He sincerely admired it, it is really a masterpiece!

Although it is slightly inferior to Yindi's painting skills, it can already be called outstanding.No wonder everyone praises it highly, just a picture of flower appreciation can be so refreshing!

He was even a little moved so much that his eyes moistened, but he couldn't explain why or why - there was always an inexplicable feeling lingering in his heart, as if he had lost something, and although the man in the painting couldn't see his face clearly, But he still feels the same...

He moved away from the framed face that was about to be glued on, and the oil umbrella fell from his hand.

"Although this painting looks simple, it is the begonia burning with love. It's not much to say how much I miss you. It's a very good painting!" He was already so infatuated with this painting that he praised it for no reason.

Unexpectedly, a light but pleasant voice replied from behind the painting, "People who appreciate paintings have always only appreciated this painting as a masterpiece. Where did you find out the feeling of love?"

He was stunned for a moment, his gaze crossed the painting, but the oncoming figure once again amazed the time - the setting sun slanted, and outlined the outline of who was beating in his heart!

The beauties come in style, as if they are involved in the orchids in the empty valley, as calm as water, as elegant as the wind, graceful but refined.Looking at it from a distance, the green silk behind her is soft and docile, inlaid with beaded hairpins, and the cream hidden under the quilt is all dazzling, and the pink chiffon skirt flutters while walking; when you look up close, you can see a face with a little makeup After years of indulging in attention, her frown frowns, her eyebrows are like emerald jade in the distant mountains, her eyes are as agile as water, and her rosy red lips are even more delicate than the begonias in the painting - the most unforgettable thing is the corner of her right eye That cinnabar mole under her!

At this moment, he believed it—whether it was the painter's superb skills, or the beautiful woman's beauty, it was all true!He was so amazed by the person in front of him that he wanted to speak, but he couldn't say anything.

He was fascinated by her being such a good fan, so why didn't she throb with shock when she saw him for the first time—that figure that he has been thinking about day and night, standing vividly in front of her eyes at this moment!

"You!" She clutched her chest, her unbelievable eyes were stained with mist for a moment, "You, how could you..."

He saw that the beauty in front of him had a different expression, and he didn't know what the other person meant, so he bent down and bowed respectfully.

"Your Majesty speaks hastily," he panicked a little, biting his words hastily, "Your Majesty is being rude, I hope Madam will forgive me."

After speaking, he raised his head hesitantly.Seeing that she was still staring at him intently, he didn't understand why, and his ears felt a little hot.

"Who dares to ask Mr. Master's name?" She pretended to be calm, but her heart was full of turbulent waves.

"My surname is Han, and my name is Xiangdong. I'm a doctor." After bowing his hands respectfully, he finally calmed down his emotions, calmed down and showed his usual demeanor, "I used to open a medical clinic with my father in Wanzhou, During the war, he helped countless casualties, and he also saw through life and death. After the war ended and the world was temporarily peaceful, he closed his medical clinic and traveled to Kyushu until now.”

"So it's...Mr. Han..." Her eyes were burning and eager, and she lowered her head bitterly, "I don't think there are people with such a similar appearance in this world who mistook you for someone else. It’s the servant’s disrespect.”

Seeing her gracefully bowing to him, Han Xiangdong bowed back embarrassingly.

"I think this is Mrs. Yun, I've been looking forward to it for a long time." He saw that the other party was not interested, maybe he had touched some sad things in the past, so he deliberately changed the topic, "Not long after I came here, I heard that Madam's painting skills Chao Qun, it is inevitable to visit Madam’s art booth.”

"It's just an exaggeration from the neighbors in the town. Don't take it seriously, sir."

Seeing her lowering her eyes and smiling slightly, her voice was flat and carefree, which immediately tugged at his heartstrings!

"How can Madam belittle herself so presumptuously?" He smiled heartily, and immediately became eloquent, "If you just praise it based on hearsay, then it really lacks some truth. But now that I have come here in person and witnessed it with my own eyes—Madam's The painting is really top-notch! If you say that Madam's painting skills are not inferior to that of the long-lost Emperor Duan Yin, I have no objection, so how can I boast?"

She felt nothing wrong with that person's eloquence, which was different from her own temperament, on the contrary, she found it strange.But when she heard the word "Emperor Duanyin", her starry eyes dimmed again, and she felt guilty for a while.

Although he likes to talk freely in front of his head, he has always been delicate in mind.Seeing that Mrs. Yun's expression faded again, maybe he said something wrong again, he was a little anxious and cautiously apologized.

"Yes... I'm talking too much, I hope Madam won't be offended."

She raised her eyes slowly, and her eyes were on those tightly bowed hands again.His fingers were slender and his joints were visible. These beautiful hands were clearly no different from the hands that had wrapped her tightly around her countless times in the dream!

But she also understands that what those hands hold is the Tsujime Sword, but what these hands hold is the lifeblood of all people in the world—there is nothing but lovesickness in the sky, they just have similar outlines.

She was clear about things like a mirror, she smiled a little reassuringly, and she was also a little self-evidently full.

"Mr.'s talkative words make people feel a little more happy."

She slightly raised her hand and pressed his polite hand down.

"Really?" Han Xiangdong smiled stupidly again after hearing this, the dimples on the side of his face were as warm as Xiyang, "It's best to please Madam."

"It's just a question I asked just now, and my husband hasn't answered yet, the lovesickness..."

"That, that's just a momentary feeling, no offense!" Seeing her going back to the painting, he was at a loss and hurriedly explained, and his elegant demeanor disappeared without a trace, "I'm just an ordinary person. I have faced everything before. It's about herbal medicine, and I only have a superficial understanding of aesthetic appreciation. I've always praised bright paintings, but I don't appreciate them when I see dull colors..."

"But at this moment, the feeling is real." She opened her eyes and said sincerely, "For so many years, no one has ever clearly seen the artistic conception of this painting, and Mr. is the first one."

"In this case, then... dare I ask Madam, what is the price of this painting?" Seeing that she was so sure of him, he said rashly, "I will tell you the truth, when I first saw this painting, I fell in love with it." I am fascinated. I always feel that this situation and this scene seem to be similar, and it seems that I am the person in the painting..."

He realized that he seemed to have gone too far, and finally regained his seriousness, and sincerely expressed his heart, "No amount of words can match this, no matter what price Madam offers, I am willing to buy it." Down."

Unexpectedly, before she could respond, a delicate-looking little girl suddenly jumped out from behind her, which really scared Han Xiangdong!

I saw that the little girl was about ten years old, and her outline was very similar to Mrs. Yun.But her pair of piercing dark brown eyes revealed a bright sophistication, and the phoenix hairpin pinned to her hair made her look more mature.

The little girl was lying between them, she looked at him with a cold face, and said seriously, "Sir, this painting of my mother is about my late father, and it has always been for appreciation, not for business."

"Ah?" The more he looked at the lightning protection pool, the more inclined he was to go—he hurriedly bent over and apologized greatly. This time, he blushed even more, "Yes, I'm being rude!"

He couldn't help cursing secretly that he couldn't control his mouth, always getting carried away and self-defeating!No wonder my mother was always chattering about him, saying that he wasted the handsomeness she was born to him, wasted the knowledge that he was full of knowledge, and whenever he opened his mouth on a whim, he always made other girls unhappy.Now he finally understands why he is still alone in his forties...

Seeing his anxious and annoyed look with his head down, she couldn't help snickering a little, but she was thinking to herself.

Afterwards, she told her daughter in a harmonious voice, "Qingchen, go to the back and choose an exquisite box plaque, and put this painting for Mr. Han."

"But mother—"

"I'll give this painting to Mr. Han." She said firmly and softly, "Hurry up!"

After her daughter left resentfully, she came to the painting alone.Breathing lightly, now that she had made up her mind, she slowly took down this painting that she never thought would be lost.

Time has moved, love has moved.

After a few years, perhaps, this is the opportunity for her to let go - now, another man with the same face as him appeared in this world, seeing that he was alive, and she also abided by the principle of protecting their children for life. Worry-free promise.

This time, she really should let go.

Han Xiangdong looked up hesitantly, watching her take off the painting, and silently put it into an embroidered sandalwood box.Finally, when she handed the plaque to herself, Yu couldn't bear it.

"How can I let my wife give up love like this?" He didn't want to let go of her arrogance, but also felt sorry for her strength, "This painting is so precious to you and Ling Ai, how can you ask me to accept it... "

"For my family, it's just a matter of repainting when the painting is gone. It's all just a lovesickness." She was calm and calm, with a smile, "But Mr. is destined for thousands of miles and has a glance for thousands of years. It's this painting that I fell in love with. It’s really rare, and I feel that everything in the world is destined.”

She deserved to be as plain as water, but she didn't know that the nostalgia in her tone actually took all the courage to give up completely.

He stared at her stiffly, still not daring to accept her, but she approached her again.

"Sir, I'm afraid it's only once in this life." Taking a deep breath, she finally expressed her love from the bottom of her heart, a little choked up under the strong magnanimity, "Now I specially give the painting to you as a souvenir... Think about it."

He looked at her, then at the box plaque in her hand, and suddenly felt strange.After hesitating for a long time, he was finally willing to accept.

"Then, it's better to be respectful than obedient."

Han Xiangdong stretched out his hands slowly to express his solemnity.I don't want to, at the moment when I took the box plaque, the two fingertips touched——

Begonias were flying all over the sky, and one fell on my heart.

He stared at her, and saw two beautiful autumn waters, bright stars like snow, and the lingering concern in his heart was finally explained—it was like going round and round in a dream, just for a meeting tonight...

Unexpectedly, she was the first to stagger her hands, cutting off the warmth of the skin-to-skin kiss.

"I hope Mr. Han... will take good care of you on my behalf." Her eyes rolled slightly, but a smile gradually formed, which couldn't be brighter, "...slow down."

After finishing speaking, it was a graceful figure saluting, Liying turned around, but he did not see him leave.

Those bright eyes and bright teeth, that tactile sensation, that thick dimple, and what Mu Yunsheng once said - she clearly knows who he is!But she still choked up and let him go, but she laughed exhaustively.

Someone was living for him, so she handed Si Lian back to him, hoping that everyone would be safe in this life.At least this time, the last thing she left for him was her satisfied smile.

For a moment, the tears still slipped down unknowingly—after all, in her heart, she was still in love with...

And before he could say goodbye, he left.

Begonia is a long way, the way when I came here.He fell into a sense of emptiness and helplessness, he knew that he had a little love for that woman, but he didn't know why, and he didn't know what to do next.

It turns out that love at first sight is true.

He couldn't help recalling that when he was traveling, he had heard people say that the most poisonous hatred in this world is that there is no relationship.It seems that he and Mrs. Yun are still... Sigh, he dare not think about it, for fear of becoming sick from longing.

Suddenly, sporadic images flashed before his eyes, like fragments of memory—he was dazed and stunned, and something seemed to break out of the cocoon deep in his heart...

"Ming, Mingyi...?"

He whispered the name unconsciously.

However, when the ending sound just fell, he stopped in shock for a moment.Immediately, a dense fog gradually rose in front of the eyes, and the hand holding the box plaque trembled...

He has never told anyone that his real purpose of traveling to Kyushu is to be eager to the end of the world, and he has been pursuing something that he always felt lost after waking up from a serious illness in his thirties—like a certain memory was missing, something was left behind. A soul, a half-empty heart—ten years of quicksand between his fingers, he suddenly looked back, looked at the beautiful pink shadow at the painting booth in the distance, and finally laughed until his face burst into tears...

Still remembering the youth and looking forward to the brilliance, like hearing the echo of the wooden corridor returning from afar, and thinking about hugging each other warmly in front of the mirror.

Now Begonia is engraved with year after year, and the love in this life is endless.

It turns out that Yaoyao's past and present lives have never been unrelated—that heart wandering in Kyushu has finally returned to its cage.

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Note: This article is the result of the infinite cycle of "Annual Rings" and "Meng Zhu Yuan·Chunsheng", and the lyrics are quoted in many places, please forgive me!

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Besides, my name is Han Xiangdong——

Age: 40 years old ([-]s, compared with Ming Yi's age, there is a trend of a little puppy)

Address: Wanzhou (the place where rich people gather in Kyushu, either rich or expensive, my family also runs a medical clinic, I am the second generation of rich people)

Occupation: doctor, traveler (doctor is good, young and promising; traveler is good, well-informed)

Relationship status: Alone (for the first time, I feel that I don’t have an EX, it’s really good, here can save a lot of bloody emotional entanglements)

Personality: Gentleman Pianpian sometimes talks too much in a daze (sometimes gentleman sometimes silly, I feel the contrast is good, talking too much is good, Mingyi is born too quiet and needs a chatterbox)

The key point is the appearance: it looks exactly like Mu Yunqin (this one can completely KO all of the above, Ming Yi please pick me!!!)

If you still don’t know who I am, welcome to google “Han Xiangdong Lu Fangsheng”

(Note: Han Xiangdong is Mu Yunqin and Lu Fang was born in the role of a rich second-generation doctor in the modern drama "Happiness Comes from the Sky")