Wrong Changhuan

Towards evening, the wind and snow had stopped, but the gloom remained.

When Chang Huan woke up, he felt an unbearable pain in his back and snorted.

Man Qiu sat at the table with his chin in one hand, and dozed off for a while, when he heard the movement, he suddenly got up and approached the bed and said, "Are you awake?"

Chang Huan frowned, reluctantly said, "Mmm..."

Seeing Chang Huan struggling to get up, Man Qiu helped her and said, "Are you hungry? Dinner is ready, I'll go to the kitchen and get you something to eat."

"What's wrong?"

"Master is drinking alone in the house in the afternoon, and I'm probably not sober now..." Seeing Chang Huan's disappointed face, Man Qiu said again, "Wait a minute, I'll get you something to eat..."

After Man Qiu left, Chang Huan went down to the ground, shiveringly put on the outer shirt that was placed on the side, although it was not as painful as when wearing the inner shirt before, but she still couldn't help sweating, and she kept on and on for a while. Just get it done.

Chang Huan left the East Wing, stood at the door and stared quietly at the main hall to the north, lost in thought.

The door was closed and there was no sound.

The plum tree under the west window of the main hall is not afraid of the severe cold and is blooming happily.Only a handful of new soil under the tree messed up the picturesque cleanliness.

After Man Qiu entered the courtyard with a tray, he saw Chang Huan standing there motionless, so he quickly stepped forward and said, "Why did you get out of bed? It's such a cold day, come in quickly...I'll bring you something to eat ..."

Chang Huan didn't move, just stared at the plum tree.

Seeing this, Man Qiu put the tray into the house, turned around and helped Chang Huan enter the door, and said as he walked, "Under the plum tree, the master buried two jars of wine a few days ago... Today is the day, and the rice wine is also brewed." Well, it was dug out by the master..."

"You just said... rice wine?" Chang Huan froze by the table and asked anxiously, "Did Ah Cuo make rice wine by himself before?"

Man Qiu carefully comforted Chang Huan and sat down, saying, "That's not true...but there is a first time for everything, right?"

"Did she often drink alone like this before?"

Man Qiu thought for a while, shook his head and said, "My master used to drink too, but I never locked myself in the room like this...I think...today, she must have something on her mind..."

Chang Huan looked straight at the person beside him, and asked impatiently, "Then after she lost her memory, is there any change from before?"

Man Qiu frowned and pondered for a while, then said, "If you talk about changes...the master bought a bunch of candied haws when he went to the street a few days ago...and the day before yesterday, he suddenly said he wanted to eat sweet-scented osmanthus muffin and ordered Pinellia to buy it. I brought two big bags back, and I also sent a bag to the person in Jinxiu Garden... Things like candied haws and sweet-scented osmanthus sponge cake, the master never touched them before..."

Man Qiu said, putting the dishes on the tray on the table one by one, picked up a sliced ​​pancake and handed it to Chang Huan, saying, "You have never eaten this kind of baked naan from the Western Regions, have you tried--"

Chang Huan took it absent-mindedly and thanked him.

"Eat... just stare, this baked naan won't run in to fill your stomach..." Man Qiu smiled and brought a bowl of millet porridge and a pile of green vegetables to Chang Huan , and said, "You are weak now, so I will serve you porridge with a plate of green vegetables, you can make do with it first..."

Chang Huan broke off the roasted naan, put it in his mouth in a rather dull manner, and then drank a few mouthfuls of porridge amidst Man Qiu's urging, and his body became warmer.

There was a long flute sound, and without warning, the bowl in Chang Huan's hand slipped onto the table with a bang.

Man Qiu was also taken aback.

Chang Huan got up suddenly, pushed open the door, stood in the courtyard and looked around, trying to find the owner of Xiao and the direction of the voice.

That song asks for love, low and plaintive, but not lacking in fluency.

Man Qiu followed and said, "Are you... all right?"

Chang Huan suddenly grabbed Man Qiu's arm, his eyes were red, and he asked anxiously, "Who is it? Who is asking for love?"

Man Qiu was a little startled by Chang Huan's reaction, and pointed to the front hall in a daze, "The voice came from the front hall...it should be the master..."

"Wrong?" Chang Huan couldn't believe it.

How could she not know that Ah Cuo never knew how to play the flute, and he never liked the flute.

"Are you all right? Isn't the sound of the flute not pleasant?"

Chang Huan was weeping, then laughed out loud again, and murmured, "It sounds good..."

Chenyang, I used to think that you only came here for a short time, but you left the memory for the rest of my life.Now, I just realized that you have always been there.

It turns out that you really didn't leave.

Chang Huan couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart, and ran towards the main hall, ignoring Man Qiu behind him, the pain in his body, and everything around him.

The corridor steps were slippery, and with a bang, Chang Huan fell to the ground.

The hall door creaked and was pulled open.

An Cuo held the flute in one hand and looked down at the people on the ground, slightly moved.

Chang Huan's teary eyes met Ah Cuo's direct gaze.

Man Qiu ran forward and pulled Chang Huan up.

Chang Huan got rid of Man Qiu's hand, went straight up the steps, then embraced Ah Cuo, buried his head in her chest, and called softly, "Ah Cuo--"

An Cuo didn't expect that Chang Huan would jump directly at her. She could have dodged out of the way, but surprisingly stayed where she was.

Ban Xia, who was in the side hall, heard the sound and went out, and exclaimed, "Lin Xiaonuan, what are you doing?" Separated.

An Cuo didn't look at Chang Huan again, and turned back to the front hall.

Regardless of Ban Xia's questioning and dragging, Chang Huan followed into the house stupidly.

An Cuo sat down on the short table facing the door, put Xiao on the table, raised his head to take a sip of wine, then looked straight at Chang Huan, and said coldly, "Chen Yang, who is it?" ?”

Banxia also entered the room, and explained enthusiastically, "When Lin Xiaonuan was applying the medicine today, she kept calling her the name Chenyang. The servant girl asked her, but she still didn't say it... But, listening to that tone, it's a shame. Like she's on good terms..."

With a bang, the jug was placed heavily on the low table by An Mi.

Ban Xia's body trembled following the sound.

An Cuo's face was as cold as ice, he glanced at Ban Xia, and said, "No one asked you, get out!"

Ban Xia resentfully replied yes, then gave Chang Huan a resentful look, and reluctantly closed the door.

The room is empty, only Chang Huan and An Cuo are looking at each other.

An Cuo was waiting for Chang Huan's answer.

Chang Huan didn't know how to speak for a while.

An got up by mistake, approached Chang Huan slowly, and repeated, "Chenyang, who is it?"

Chang Huan took a step back unconsciously.

In the dimly lit room, a faint light radiated from the night pearl on the low table.

Chang Huan caught a glimpse of the bright light, and seemed to have found the courage. He reached out and touched An Cuo's chest gently, and murmured, "She...is here...Ah Cuo...she is here...you Also here..."

An Cuo's heart tightened suddenly, all his thoughts froze instantly, and he froze in place.

There was a moment of silence, some people suddenly became suspicious, some people were full of emotions, and they looked at each other silently.

Chang Huan grabbed An Cuo's arms, tiptoed, and gently kissed those pale pink lips.Even though she didn't get a response, it was her greatest satisfaction right now.

"Ah wrong, do you remember anything?"

An Cuo lowered his eyes, avoiding the person in front of him and looking straight at him with a hint of confusion, and said, "Can you blame me for what happened today?"

Chang Huan shook his head and said softly, "No complaints."

An misheard, then looked at Chang Huan, and said in a low voice, "Does it still hurt?"

This question caused Chang Huan's nose to sore and his chest to feel congested. Then he gently wrapped his arms around An Cuo's waist and murmured, "Ah Cuo, my back hurts...it hurts..."

An Cuo frowned, suddenly pushed the person in front of him away, and said coldly, "Lin Xiaonuan, you really didn't have a single word of truth in your mouth..."

Without any precautions, Chang Huan staggered back a step. Although his back lightly touched the south wall, there was an ah--a scream.

An Cuo ignored the cry that made her heart tremble and the painful expression, and before Chang Huan could react, he had already taken a step forward.

"Lin Xiaonuan, do you think I will pity you if you say it hurts, and let you stay on my bed?" An Cuo snorted, grabbed Chang Huan's arm, and pulled her to the east of the house. Only then did he shake off the side of the bed.

Tears fell quietly, Chang Huan looked at Ah Cuo in disbelief, shook his head and muttered, "No..."

An Cuo's eyes turned red, and he looked at Chang Huan with an angry face, pressing forward every step of the way.

Chang Huan stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed.

Ah Cuo in front of him was so familiar, yet too unfamiliar.

"You still say you don't want to go to my bed?" An Cuo smiled contemptuously and said, "Is this what you want? Then I will satisfy you!"

As An Cuo said, he stepped forward, grabbed the skirt of Chang Huan's chest, and kissed those two thin lips.

Then, all the anger and unwillingness turned into a punishing kiss.

Chang Huan supported the bed with both hands, his eyes widened in horror, looking at the crazy Ah Cuo, he stretched out his hand to push.

Without support for his body, the person in front of him pushed Chang Huan down on the bed.

The heart-piercing pain hit instantly, Chang Huan let out a low moan, and as the corner of his bitten lip was sucked and bled again by Ah Cuo, Chang Huan also bit An Cuo's lower lip.

The smell of blood filled his mouth, and An Cuo woke up immediately, let go, and then got up and let go of Chang Huan.

An Cuo was stunned for a moment, and Fang walked towards the lower places.

Ignoring the pain on his body, Chang Huan burst into tears, and tightly protected the slightly loose neckline on his chest with his hands. With doubts in his heart, he raised his eyes and murmured, "Why? Wrong...Why?"

An staggered her feet and turned her head slightly, but she didn't look at Chang Huan. She seemed to have no fighting spirit, and said in a low voice, "Go..." After speaking, he staggered a few steps, and fell down on the warm chair next to him. Pad.

Chang Huan got up, approached with a trembling body, and said aggrievedly, "Ah Cuo, don't you want me?"

An mistakenly tilted her head, met Chang Huan's eyes, and said calmly, "Lin Xiaonuan, I don't want to see you again..."

Lin Xiaonuan, who do you think I am?Is that Chen Yang's substitute?Why is there no truth in your mouth?Or, what Lou Xiaolou said is true, you are so good at deceiving people?

It seemed that this thought suddenly broke the balance in his heart and ignited the flame of anger. An Cuo reached out and threw the jug on the table towards the wall of the door, and shouted, "Let's go--"

The crisp sound broke the silence of the dark room, and the fragrance of wine spread in the room.

Chang Huan had already stayed in place for a long time.

Quiet breathing, quiet pain, quiet tears.

It wasn't until this roar that Chang Huan came back to his senses, then opened the door tremblingly, and staggered out.

On a gloomy night with no wind, how could it be so cold to the heart.

The cold face is covered with frost, the cold limbs feel numb, and the cold heart throbs.

Banxia and Manqiu, who had been waiting outside all this time, heard the falling and roaring before, saw the door opened, and rushed forward.

Chang Huan stood under the porch steps, full of reluctance, looked back at An Cuo, then quietly closed his eyes, two tears overflowed from his eyes at the same time, and slowly flowed down his cheeks.

Chang Huan turned to look at Man Qiu, and said softly, "Can you take me back to Jinxiu Garden?"

Man Qiu looked towards the main hall, then nodded, and then took the lead towards the gate of the courtyard.

Holding the jug in his hand, An Cuo staggered to his feet, walked slowly to the door of the house, then slumped, propped himself against the door frame, looked at the thin figure that was going away, and drank wine one after another.

The mouth and throat are moving, but the eyes are not moving and it is difficult to let go.

Seeing this, Ban Xia said, "Master, Lin Xiaonuan was uneasy and kind, she shouldn't have kept her earlier... Now that she has been driven away, there will be less disasters by her side, the master will feel at ease, and so will the slaves... …”

An Cuo didn't understand, didn't speak, and didn't move.

It wasn't until Chang Huan turned left and left the courtyard that An Cuo turned around. Before Ban Xia wanted to follow in, he slammed the door.

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