Sweet Bean Bun 0700

Shu Yiran couldn't remember what he wrote, so he leaned next to Mu Boyan and read it.

I read it again, and I don't believe that I wrote it. Seeing him laughing hoarsely, tears streaming down his face, laughing uncontrollably, I suddenly regretted writing such a sentence.

Stop laughing, okay?

Don't laugh

Twilight, stop laughing

I don’t need to do this, I’m just afraid that you will cry too sadly, I don’t want you to be so sad and pretend to smile easily

It's not that sad, can't stop laughing

not so lol

Not

I don't want to see you so sad

don't want

"I miss you too, where are you? I laughed, did you see it?"

"See you again, okay?"

"I will say yes to whatever you say, and I will just say this. I won't see you again, okay? Can you agree to me?" "Pengshan has no way to go, and the blue bird is here to visit." I don't have a blue bird, so I don't know the way. How long, I don’t even know if I can see it, Shu Yiran, can you please me? I can walk this distance alone, and I can walk this way alone. It’s fine, can you please me, please I won’t see you again, please I can see you when I walk to the end of the road, okay?"

"Okay," Shu Yiran knew that he couldn't hear it, and couldn't hug him, but still vainly wrapped Mu Moyan in his arms, his eyes blurred from crying, pretending that he could hear and agree, "Okay, okay, okay... "

Mu Muyan couldn't hear or feel it, he laughed for a while, his throat was choked by the turbulent sadness, he couldn't laugh, only the upturned corners of his mouth and tears were left on his face, and he wiped away the tears with his hands indiscriminately , held the wine jar in his arms and unsealed it, whether it was long or short in 13 years, when Shu Yiran passed away, the wine must be mellow, but it doesn't matter, anyway, Mu Boyan only drank the wine and rolled over the pungent throat .

Sip after sip, Mu Boyan took the jar of wine and drank it all down.

Still not enough.

"Xiu De, bring the wine!" Before the wine was found, Mu Moyan sealed the jar and put it away, took out a handkerchief and wiped the wine-stained fingers repeatedly until the fingers turned red, then folded the letter paper with shaking hands Pack in an envelope and put in a wooden box.

Get drunk, don't ask about the day and night, don't ask about the way ahead, don't ask if you can find it

Mu Boyan just wants to find him, not because she has to find him, but because she misses him, so she wants to find him, if she has so much hope, she wants to find him.

Do you have Penglai?

Shu Yiran doesn't know

But Shu Yiran knew that with or without Penglai, Mu Boyan wouldn't even be able to find him.

It was a search that was doomed from the start.

When I woke up the next day, Mu Boyan was the same as in those 13 years. She doesn’t drink alcohol, reads scripts in her spare time, rarely smiles, and eats on time. It’s just a habit, and she has to open the wooden box from time to time to have a look. Fearing that the letter paper would be damaged if it was folded repeatedly, I copied it word by word, and then copied it every day from morning to night.

Xiude once asked why he copied it.

"Peace."

"Then why don't you copy Buddhist scriptures? Isn't it more meditation?"

"This is my scripture."

This is my sutra, this is my Buddha.Mu Boyan caressed every word, and smiled involuntarily.

Xiu De could tell that the time of copying was the calmest time of Shu Ziyin's day. There was no lingering dark emotion, and he was calm, peaceful, and calm.Later, I found out that Shu Ziyin copied the letter written by Shu Yiran to him, so I accepted it easily. I noticed Shu Yiran at the beginning, because Shu Ziyin mentioned for the first time that he had to write down trivial things related to diet because of him. She expected that after so many years, there was still only one him, who was especially recorded in the Xiude Book, and was remembered by Shu Ziyin in his heart.

As we get older, we need to record many things in a notebook so that we will not forget them.All these things recorded are related to Shu Yiran.The only important thing is where the journey comes from, the only important thing is the end of the journey - Shu Yiran.Occasionally come across delicious food, remember the store address and recipe.When you come across something interesting, remember it exactly.Later, Shu Ziyin found out that he had a notebook, so he simply asked him to write down something when he thought of something to say.

As the notebook gets thicker and thicker, the road gets farther and farther away, and Mu Boyan becomes weaker and weaker.One day, he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his whole body trembled. After that, he weakened rapidly.

Shu Yiran looked at him, sat next to him every day, knowing that he couldn't touch him, but still tried to touch his head, and said his name over and over again, "Wu Moyan, Mu Moyan, Mu Moyan..."

There are so many things I want to say, and finally, I just want to shout your name.

At the end of autumn, collapse.

At the end of winter, he was buried in the imperial mausoleum.

Funeral, a jar of wine, two wooden boxes.