Chunyin

Guangling and I returned to the mortal world again, on the night of the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the eve of New Year's Eve.

We were going to Qiuning Mountain, passing Liangzhou, I stopped him and stopped.

There have been several heavy snowfalls in Liangzhou. Standing on the top of the clouds and looking far away, the whole city is covered in silver and silent.The palace lanterns on the Imperial Street have been replaced by red, from Xuande Gate to Suzaku Gate, two long rows of warm red in the snowy night, running across the inner city.The night markets around Zhongzhou Bridge, Ji'er Lane and Xiangguo Temple in the inner city are still brightly lit.Outside the Mahang Street, Panlou Street, Songmen Gate, and Liangmen Gate, colorful sheds[1] have been set up, which are faintly visible under the heavy snow, revealing the excitement of the New Year.

On the cloud, I identified the places I used to come and go in the past, Hou's Mansion, Taixue, Danyuan, Liuyuan, one by one, and after a hundred years, there was not much difference with the memory.

Revisiting the old place, I can't help feeling that things are right and people are wrong, and then I think of this kind of emotion, I don't know how many times Guangling has happened in the past thousand years, and I feel a little sad again.

Walking to Ji'er Lane, I stopped Guangling and stopped on top of a building called "Nanfeng Pavilion". While watching the people passing by below, I went to the street to find the old willow tree.

Guangling watched me probe my head and asked me what I was looking for.

I said, "The willow plant you used to sell paintings. I wonder if it's still there?"

He didn't say a word when he heard the words, he took my hand for a moment and lowered the cloud head, and merged into the late-night crowd of Ji'er Lane without a trace.I was led by him to walk forward, looking at the buildings lined up on both sides. After walking a few steps, passers-by on the road cast their gazes and heard the discussions upstairs and downstairs, which floated into my ears. Which family's young masters also asked which family's young ladies they were, and those who were more daring leaned on the building to recruit their sleeves and asked the two young masters to come in and sit down.

I heard the words and glanced at Guangling, he looked forward, his face was still expressionless, his cold side face reflected the lights around the street, adding some fireworks, he vaguely became Zhuang Ziyu again.It's really funny in my heart, it's not surprising that Guangling's celestial appearance and appearance come down to the mortal world to attract attention, but whoever has eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai can recognize him as a young man in a building.

Walking to a certain place, Guangling stopped and said, "This is it."

I looked around and saw no willows, only a wintersweet hanging with snow, and wisps of fragrance floated on the tip of my nose.This plum tree is just as tall as a person, and it seems that it has not been planted for long. When I approached it, a tree stump was exposed in the piled white snow. Detailed and countable.

I sighed, and stood up. The door of the brothel was wide open, and the faint sound of Guqin could be heard. I looked up at the plaque, which read "Hanmeiyuan" - it seemed that after my death, this willow was alive again in the world. For many years, but in the end they couldn't withstand the torrent of changing things in the world. The flesh was turned into powder, and the willow shadow continued the plum soul.

But in the end, he was defeated and turned around to leave, but a man stumbled out of the Hanmei courtyard. The man smelled of alcohol, and he turned his head and scolded when he went out: "Let's see but not touch, what kind of brothel is open?" ? Becoming a bitch and erecting an archway?"

Obscenities and stinking.

He staggered out, and I avoided it, thinking that the world was different after all. Although Ji'er Lane was also the place where Qinlou and Chu Pavilion gathered at that time, there was still a lot of books and pictures, and there were no white people on the road. Pretending to be a posture, but also to be vassalized, is it like this now?

Just as I was feeling emotional, the man walked a few steps away from me, and suddenly turned his head to look at me.

I was numb from the drunken eyes, thinking that something big was wrong.Immediately after the drunk man turned around, he took a step towards me, and I took a step back towards the plum, and then he squinted his eyes and asked, "Are you also from Hanmeiyuan?"

I:"?"

He staggered two more steps towards me, and said with a smile: "Why is the madam hiding your good things from others? What kind of guqin is she playing, and what is she doing so noble?" He pointed at me, "You, you go to the stage. Once you sit down, you pull your collar, show your shoulders, open your chest, what else is going on in the Nanfeng Pavilion?"

I:"……?"

what?

Before and after my death, I have never seen this kind of scene, I have never experienced this kind of teasing, so I was stunned for a while.

"I've never heard of it before, why have you, you, etc..." The drunk man was talking nonsense, but he continued to walk towards me, and I had retreated under the plum tree root , Two feet stepped on the snow under the tree one deep and one shallow, and couldn't get out.

I was trapped under the tree, watching this drunk man approaching step by step, I was a little bit dumbfounded - revisiting the old place, I can still encounter such absurd things.

But the drunk man's reaction reminded me of the past.In this life, before Liang Yin met Zhuang Ziyu and Fu Huan, he occasionally went to brothels with rich men in Beijing, and there were often one or two prostitutes around everyone who served him attentively, but I was often left out in the cold.I thought it was these women who were afraid of my father Lianghou's majesty and did not dare to provoke him easily, but when I asked about it later, someone in the same seat joked: "Lianghou is the second, and the most important thing is that these women come to Liang Sitting next to my brother, all the glamor is gone, and I have become some low-level vulgar things."

There is even the one who drank too much and spoke inappropriately: "If the man in the small hall is like Brother Liang, I will definitely go to join him."

I am already born with a weak physique, and my appearance will be compared to a man of the world. Of course I am not very happy to hear that.Everyone knows that I am not happy, and no one will mention it in the future.It's just that I was the eldest son of Dingguohou's mansion at that time, and no one dared to treat me lightly. Later, I became a criminal subject whose appearance changed completely. There was not a single strand of wandering soul, so after more than a hundred years, I forgot that there was such a thing.

Now I think about it again.

I still think of the shimmering brilliance all over my body when I turned into a dragon body.

And, those pictures of beauties that Zhuang Ziyu drew here back then, which resembled me in spirit.

I raised my eyes to look for him, and he was standing not far behind the drunk man, looking at me.Nearby is a drunk man rushing towards me, in the distance is a forest of pavilions, the lights of Ji'er Lane are shining on him, the cold and noble god is touched by the fireworks in this world, and it is vaguely the first time I saw him back then. Confucian shirt scholar born.

I suddenly wanted to ask Guangling, what exactly did Zhuang Ziyu see when he held up a lamp to see people?

I looked at him in a daze, and the drunk man rushed forward and didn't know how to hide. The figure of Guangling flashed, and the next moment he came to my side and pulled me to the side, and then turned around with me in his arms, and turned to Mei. Go behind the tree.

"Why did you stay?" he said.

The drunk man over there rushed to nothing, and fell headlong under the plum tree, and Kazuki's shattered snow fell in shock.The powdery snow covered Guangling and me.After the drunk man fell down, there was no movement, and the surroundings became quiet again, only the faint sound of the piano came from an unknown room next to him.

I leaned against the plum tree, looked up at him, and said, "Of course it's up to you."

He was startled, looked at me with calm eyes, smiled for a moment, and asked me: "So you see clearly?"

"Not yet." I shook my head, straightened up again, took a step closer to him, and said, "Let me see you again."

Let me see you again.

Guangling's face was shrouded in the night, and the faint lights in the attic were scattered, making it ambiguous.I leaned over to take a closer look, the plum shadows on his face were slanted, the plum bones crossed the brows, and the plum petals were scattered in the corner of his mouth, which added color to his rarely emotional face, making him look affectionate—it turns out If there is such a person, the willows, the plums, the rain, and the snow, as if the souls of willow shadows and plums were all created for him, as if there was him first in the world, and then there was wind, frost, snow, rain, and everything in the world.

I looked at Guangling in the plum shadow, and thought of the oblivion that was bound to come, and I felt extremely sad again.

Fearing that he would cry again when he saw it again, he turned his eyes away and backed away.

But Guangling was a little surprised. He lowered his head to look at me and said with a smile, "I know you're going to bite me again."

I was full of bitterness, unable to laugh, and said, "Did Zi Yu feel the same way when he saw me here?"

"...What mood?"

"Reluctant."

Thousands of years of attachment, five generations of entanglement, the toss and turn of heaven and earth, all because of these two words in the final analysis.

"...Of course." Guangling was silent for a while, then said, "It's just that if you say you don't want to give up, it's not the time to give up."

With a calm expression, he said two more words: "Liu Yuan."

I couldn't help but get a lump in my throat.

It turned out that he was also stubborn.

Guangling said: "Zhuang Heng knows Liang Yin's fate in this life, and he also knows your life. The turning point of fate is in Liuyuan. He knows that pushing you away that night is to push you into a pit of fire. It was done that night. He knew it."

The most reluctant, but still give up.

But he never gave up on me.Even though life was like a dream and nothingness, Zhuang Ziyu never gave up Liang Lanzheng.

Dungeon visits, design rescues, teahouse reminders, Liang Lanzheng's life has been watched with concern all the time.

Especially when he was at his most downcast, lonely, and unbearable.

I grabbed his hand and walked down the street again, saying, "Let's go to another place."

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Tan Yuan." I said.

His feet froze.

I turned around, with tears in my eyes that I couldn't shed, and asked him with a smile: "Does Master Zhuang still remember how to leave Tan Yuan?"