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

"...It seems that a certain memory has been lost, a certain soul has been lost, and a half heart has been emptied - between the fingers of ten years of quicksand, he suddenly looked back, looked at the beautiful pink shadow at the painting booth in the distance, and finally laughed. tears streaming down my face...

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 engraves every year...』

"Chen—zhi—de—!"

The door was forced open with a slam—a female ghost stood in front of the door.

A shrill scream is probably about to seduce the soul, "What time is it and I haven't slept yet?!"

Oh, it turned out to be my mother.With disheveled hair and a faded nightdress that can see through light, she stood at the door to block the pouring moonlight, she really looked like a female ghost.

But not a pretty female ghost like Nie Xiaoqian, okay?

"Mom-my-pleaseeeeeeee..." I didn't look up at her, my eyes were still fixed on my computer screen, my fingers moved quickly on the keyboard, I felt that as long as the ending sound was prolonged, it would be enough for me. I prolong the typing time a little longer, "I'm going to finish writing, I really want to write—— finish——"

"When did you not say you were going to finish writing!"

She has already crossed the threshold and stepped into the restricted area of ​​the socket, pretending to turn off the power of my computer——

"Mommy!" I screamed, clasped my hands tightly together, and raised them high above my head, "Please, please, please, I'm really going to finish writing~"

Seeing that I really failed to act coquettishly, her eyes were about to roll to the back of her head, and I immediately had a quick wit, "I wrote the story of my father's family. If I really finish writing, how much do you think our ancestors will have?" Happy--"

"I should have promised you to write the story of your father's family if I knew it earlier!" She regretted it, turned around and left the socket angrily, "Every time I write to me day and night, your father is getting up and getting ready to go to work You haven't slept yet!"

I watched her go to the door very respectfully, and she turned suddenly and gave me a double stare.

"If I come back later to make rounds and find that you're still awake..." Her threatening look was like a thriller, "I'll just 'click' your computer's power supply!"

I put my hands above my head down, closed my eyes and made two "okay" gestures sincerely.

When I opened my eyes again, my mother had already closed the door of my room and turned away, still yelling nonsense words such as "I don't know if those ancestors understand that the Chen family has such a filial descendant" .

I breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't bother to pay attention to it, and immediately returned to my writing work——

"...Now Haitang engraves the years and years, 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. 』

After typing the last word on the keyboard, I let out a small "Yeah" in front of the screen—it took 161 days to create, with a total of 67756 words, and I finally finished typing it!

But after being extremely excited, a sudden feeling of emptiness came spontaneously.

I don't have the mood to cry and celebrate, and I don't have the urge to sprinkle flowers on myself, it just feels empty.

So, I save the file, turn off the computer, stand up and grab the jacket draped over the chair—and I open the door to the cold outside.

Our home is a traditional mansion—the kind of old house that can only be seen in TV dramas or scenic spots.Such an old house in an old town - with other houses just as old, with old walls, with old arches, with old stone bridges, with old rivers, with old people...

No!At least I'm not ancient.

Then I tiptoed into the ancient courtyard.

The stone candlesticks around the courtyard have been turned on by my mother with LED lights—yes, you read that right, of course modern people use LED lights, or do they still use candles—it’s more than five o’clock in the morning, and the endless sky is gray One piece, the stars dimmed.

I walked around a towering withered tree in the middle of the courtyard—looking up, those bald, bony black branches stretched infinitely towards the gray sky, as if they were tolerant of the sky, and seemed to hold on to it.

When I was young, every time I passed by this tree, I felt it was eerie, and I asked my father to find someone to saw it several times.But Dad never agreed, saying that there are beautiful reasons for the existence of ancient things.

I didn't understand it before, but I understand it now.

Bypassing the old tree, I turned into a cobblestone path on the right and walked to a house—a carved wooden door of [-] meters. Behind the closed door was our Chen family’s ancestral hall.

I took a deep breath, tightened my jacket, and pushed open the door resolutely.

The hall was not turned on, but it was filled with candles, and red wax was dripping high and low on the candlesticks.Inside the warm yellow hall, there is sandalwood everywhere. The wall in front of me is full of tablets dedicated to ancestors, and the left and right walls are filled with portraits of ancestors, black and white photos, and some calligraphy and paintings.

I saw that the candles were brightly lit in the ancestral hall, and the incense burner on the table had already lit incense - presumably my mother had come to offer incense, so that there was a little more yang, and it would not be so gloomy.

I held my breath, and walked into the inner hall with some trepidation under the gloomy gaze of my ancestors.Although it feels a little hairy, but still must be very calm——

I'm here this time for a purpose.

I first crossed the desk, took out a few incense sticks from the incense barrel, put them into the burning wick of the oil lamp and lit them, then returned to the desk and knelt down.

One looked up, his eyes fixed on the two highest tablets on the wall - one of them clearly wrote "Chen Menyun's position in the Han family".

Our family has a very long history, and these accumulated ancestral tablets are stained with a thick layer of dust, and many of them have long been illegible.Therefore, before his grandfather passed away, he asked someone to rewrite the handwriting of these tablets.

Those past years and those long-gone years are all precious times passed down by the ancestors.

That is, from that time, I paid attention to the first ancestor of the Chen family with a strange surname—"Yunhan family", only then did I realize that the legendary story handed down in the family is not just a legend.Therefore, I really realized that the phrase "the existence of ancient things has its own beautiful reasons" in my father's mouth actually meant something...

I closed my eyes and worshiped very sincerely.Then he opened his eyes, stood up, and carefully inserted the incense stick in his hand into the incense burner on the table.

Then I took a few steps back respectfully, and my deep eyes still drifted to that first ancestor.I want to call her first, but I don't know how many "tai" characters I should add to "grandma"...

"My wife, wife, wife... grandma." I paused, and said in my heart, "Please forgive me if I made a mistake" before continuing, "That... your book, I finished it."

In front of the ancestors of my Chen family, I did something very honorable, but I was a little nervous to say it myself.

"I heard that "The Story of Shepherding Clouds on the Sea" that has been handed down has already been filmed into a TV series." I took another deep breath, and then said to the highest tablet, "But whether it is a book or a TV series, it seems It seems... to cover up your existence..."

It seems that our Chen family has her story passed down from generation to generation.The stories about her ancestors are nothing more than saying that she is the first generation resident of this ancient town, that she is one of the few famous painters in that era, that she is a beauty, and that she married her stepfather's apprentice ( That is, my wife, wife, wife... grandpa), and then it takes root like this, and continues to descendants and so on.

But those of us who listen to stories will always pursue the authenticity and legend of the story, so as to discover more interesting and even taboo information...

For example, we always like to ask: Mrs. Mrs. Mrs. Grandma's strange last name.But the elders only know that her original surname is Yun, and then Han, but they all seem to deliberately erase it, as if the whole world cannot recognize her original surname-"Muyun".

This surname... In that era that we haven't experienced, what happened that we don't know?What is the reason that the beautiful reasons for the existence of those ancient things cannot be recognized grandly, and they are doomed to be only "beautiful" conjectures, to be explained by others?

My heart was no longer empty, but I wanted to fulfill my love, "So in the end, she still got a husband who loves her, and an amazing child, right?"

However, looking at the three characters "Yun Han's", all the answers have already been revealed.

"Then if... I also leave a copy of "Painting the Heart as a Cage" to future generations, do you think it's okay?" I asked sincerely, then raised a slight smile, and called out her real name—" Muyun Qingchen."

Perhaps, there were only a few words in the history books about the love-hate relationship that Mu Yunchao had in history;

Perhaps, the memories left after many years are just the words and sentences of a popular book in people's hands;

Or maybe, some stories that have been passed down from ancient times to the present can only be beautiful legends in people's hearts.

But those descendants who shed your blood and lived for you are destined to continue your story.

(End of the full text 2018.06.05)

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So are you reading legends these days or is it real?Who is the author who replied to your comments one by one...?

(No, the original meaning is still unfinished, and the whole brain hole is very big)