Wrong Changhuan

The sky turns dew into frost, what's the harm in exchanging intoxication for sadness?

Hate without a thousand days of wine, dissolve your sorrows, and have a dream.

Lin Changhuan was in a coma for three days, and An Cuo was drunk for three days.

In the early morning of the fourth day, Chang Huan woke up leisurely, opened his eyes, and sat up.Xie Baitang wept with joy, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, showing a smile for the first time in days.

"Xiao Nuan, don't sleep for so long in the future, do you understand?" Xie Baitang softly reprimanded, and at the same time he hugged Chang Huan tightly, and said, "You scared Auntie..."

"Mom, I'm hungry."

"Okay, I know I'm hungry... we'll have porridge if we're hungry..."

The millet porridge with red dates can nourish Qi and blood, Xie Baitang blew it cold and handed it over.

Chang Huan didn't refuse, and took a sip, and Dou Da's tears dripped into the bowl.

Xie Baitang hurriedly put down the bowl, took out a silk handkerchief and wiped away his tears, and said distressedly, "Xiaonuan, what's wrong? But the porridge is too hot?"

Chang Huan had a sad face, with unspeakable sadness in his clear eyes, and said, "Mother, she doesn't want me anymore... Wrong, she doesn't want me anymore..."

Xie Baitang didn't know how to comfort her, but thought of what Jing Jiuge said before - she needs to vent, otherwise holding it in her heart will only aggravate her condition.

"Cry if you want to cry... No one here will laugh at you", Xie Baitang said, pulling Chang Huan into his arms, stroking the black hair, and muttering, "Everything will be fine... It will be fine ..."

The man in his arms collapsed the line of defense in an instant, tears fell like rain, and he asked, "Will you...?"

Xie Baitang followed with a sore nose, forced a smile, and said, "Yes, I will."

This word of affirmation, which he knew was comforting, was the answer Chang Huan needed most at this moment.Just like when he was sad in the past, Yang Yan also told her so.

"everything will get better……"

These words, like magic, made Chang Huan gradually stop crying.

What can't be stopped is tears, what can't be stopped is heartbreak.

After eating a small bowl of porridge, while Xie Baitang went to the kitchen to bring medicine in person, Chang Huan got out of bed in his coat, sat down at the desk, and opened the book "A Floating Dream".

There is only one last chapter left, so I have to finish reading it.Chang Huan held the book in one hand, although his eyes were on the paper, he didn't pay attention to a single word.

For a long time, I didn't turn a page.

Time slipped away quietly, and the pace gradually drifted away, but there were still some people who stayed where they were, lingering and refusing to move forward.

After a long time, the book was slowly closed.

Xie Baitang brought the bowl into the room and said, "Isn't this book almost finished? Why did you put it away?"

"There is still the last chapter." Chang Huan gently smoothed the writing, like touching a treasure, with nostalgia and reluctance.

"Aren't you curious about the ending?"

Chang Huan nodded and said, "Curiosity..."

"Then you can read it while you have time now, and you won't think about it again in the future."

"But now, I don't want to know anymore..." For the first time, Chang Huan felt that it was good to not know the ending.

When I was a child, I longed for clarity, but when I grew up, I discovered that there is a situation called the unknown.

The unknown world is full of possibilities and hope.Just as there are too many regrets buried in the past, and although the future is unknown, it is at least worth thinking about and yearning for.

Chang Huan thought, regardless of the ending, there is at least one possibility. In the end, the protagonists in the book did not part with each other.

Read, read, know, then everything is a foregone conclusion.And after the dust settles, nothing can be changed, including their fate, their direction, and everything about them.

She just wanted to give them a happy ending, a final chapter without a period, according to what she thought in her heart.

Then Chang Huan took the medicine bowl and drank it, not noticing the bitterness of the medicine and Xie Baitang's gloomy sadness.

When the north wind blows, it will be bitter, and the yellow clouds will be dim for thousands of miles.

When Chang Huan went out, Xie Baitang didn't stop him, but only reminded him, "Come back earlier."

This day is already the 28th of the twelfth lunar month. In the north, besides offering sacrifices in the early morning, facial hair and decals are also required.

The so-called decals are New Year pictures, Spring Festival couplets and window grilles.

At the gate of Jingyuan, the red couplets have already been posted.

The cursive was sparse, and Chang Huan recognized the word Ah Cuo with just one glance, and then stayed on the spot.

"People come and go like flowing water, gathering and dispersing are like clouds."

"Miss Nuan, what do you think of the writing?" I don't know who suddenly appeared, looking towards the door frame with his hands behind his back.Behind him, An Cuo and Tao Yao also came slowly from the north.

Chang Huan didn't answer, his gaze was captured by the white clothes and moved accordingly.

"Wrong--"

Facing the fiery eyes, An Cuo didn't look back, let alone respond to the familiar soft call.

Tao Yao looked at the couplet, raised her coquettish orchid finger, pouted her mouth and shook her head, and said, "The words are good words, and the sentences are also good sentences. It's a pity that they are not suitable for this occasion, and they are not suitable for hanging here."

I didn't know how to turn my head and said, "Then according to you, where is it suitable?"

Tao Yao said, "On the two pillars of the temple...or in my own notebook...hahaha...Miss Nuan, do you think what people say makes sense?"

Before Chang Huan could answer, An Cuo had no expression on his face and entered the door first.

I didn't know how to shrug my shoulders, and added, "Taoyao, you forgot one more place, which is the entrance of the ancestral hall where you sacrificed just now. Wouldn't it be more suitable for this pair, and people coming and going will become clouds..."

After Taoyao heard this, she covered her mouth and smiled, and walked into the room together with Shi Zhi.

I don't know and Taoyao just took two steps, they both stopped laughing, looked at each other, they both sensed something was wrong, and at the same time they turned their heads and reminded in unison, "Miss Xiaonuan..."

Only then did Chang Huan come back to his senses, and followed carefully across the threshold.

The snowman under the plum tree in the west window, whether it was because the snow melted or was deliberately removed, has disappeared without a trace.

No one who passed by paid attention to it, except her.

Chang Huan froze for a moment, then followed into the house.

Hu Diefei dozed off in the main hall, and when he heard the movement and saw someone coming, he stood up excitedly and greeted him with a smile.Although it was only exchanged for An Cuo's muffled groan, she was already pouring tea diligently and contentedly, but when she caught sight of the person outside the door, she suddenly stopped laughing.

Several people sat down on the short side, only Chang Huan was still standing at the entrance of the door, unknowingly twisting the skirt of his clothes, looking expectantly at Ah Cuo.

An Cuo didn't seem to notice, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said, "The tea is cold, go get a new pot of tea!"

Hu Diefei showed displeasure, but still picked up the teapot and walked out. When passing by Chang Huan, he deliberately bumped into her hard.

Chang Huan staggered and held on to the door frame so as not to fall.

I don't know stretching out my hand to roast by the charcoal stove, and said with a smile, "Where did you get a little beauty, who has the same temper as a little pepper, so cute!"

Tao Yao rolled her eyes and teased angrily, "Don't you like chili?!"

"Ah Cuo--" Chang Huan said nervously, "Can I...can I talk to you alone?"

An Cuo raised his eyes and said coldly, "Didn't you see, am I entertaining guests?"

"I... I just need a short while, I won't delay you for too long..." Chang Huan pleaded again.

"I don't like to repeat what I've said." After An Cuo finished speaking, he seemed to forget that the tea in his hand was cold, and took a big sip.

Chang Huan never imagined that there would be a day when Ah Cuo would treat him so decisively.

The other two looked at each other in blank dismay after hearing this, feeling a little embarrassed.

The atmosphere in the house became more deserted.

I don't know how to smooth things over, and said with a smile, "What's the matter? The young couple quarreled?!" As he spoke, he leaned forward and approached An Cuo, and said, "Why bother? It's the New Year's Eve, what about it?!"

Seeing the indifference on An Cuo's face, Tao Yao grabbed a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus muffin from the plate on the table and stuffed it into her mouth, saying, "You're the one who talks a lot—" After speaking, she took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands carefully as if disgusted.

An Cuo narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked straight at the purple-clothed figure standing by the door.

The icy coldness of that quiet gaze hurt Chang Huan deeply.

Regardless of the strange eyes of others in the room, the occasion, and everything else, Chang Huan summoned up his courage and said, "What happened in the past was all my fault, it was my fault..."

As he spoke, Chang Huan stepped forward and knelt beside An Cuo, and grabbed the jade-like pure white sleeve, even though he was humbled into the dust, he still begged bitterly, "A Cuo, you can beat me and scold me, but ...don't ignore me..."

An Cuo shook his hand violently, without any scruples or mercy.Chang Huan immediately fell backwards, and his elbow hit hard on the cold and hard ashes-cleared floor.

Tears ran across the cheeks, silently, and shattered to the ground.

When Chang Huan staggered to his feet, Hu Diefei came in with a teapot from outside the house, and felt unhappy when he saw it, and said, "Get out of the way!"

Hearing the sound, Chang Huan subconsciously turned to the left and bumped into Hu Diefei.

Regardless of the collision, the force was not great, but there was still a hot teapot between the two of them.

The fresh green tea leaves that have not yet been soaked are accompanied by the hot water that has just boiled, and they tilted to the ground with a puff, accompanied by thick water vapor, leaving a wet mark on the ground in an instant.

An Cuo's heart skipped a beat.

Chang Huan changed color in an instant, and screamed out with an ah-ah.While the scalp was numb, the scorching pain was unbearable, coming from the back of the left hand.And there, it was already red.Chang Huan's right hand unconsciously covered the back of his left hand tightly.

I just wanted to stop the pain when I clenched it tightly, but the pain didn't stop because of it.

Unknown and Taoyao were also taken aback.

I don't know how to stand up and approach, "Xiaonuan girl, where are you hurt?"

Chang Huan let go of his right hand, with a look of unbearable and embarrassing expression on his face.

"Sister An, you saw that she bumped over on purpose, I reminded her..." Hu Diefei pouted and complained, "She just likes to pretend to be pitiful, so she just wants to stay here..."

An Cuo said nothing.

I didn't know how to turn my head to look at An Cuo, and said, "This burn is very serious...It needs to be brewed with cold water immediately...Miss Nuan, don't touch the wound again..."

An Cuo's voice trembled slightly, and he frowned, "Lin Xiaonuan, are you still leaving?"

Chang Huan shook his head in tears, and said, "Ah Cuo, forgive me, please...let's start from the beginning, shall we..."

"Sister An, she is so scheming, you can't be fooled by her again..."

An Cuo said that there was pain in his eyes, and excitement was already on his face, and he said, "Lin Xiaonuan, the first time we met, I asked you if you knew me, but you said you didn't... The second time we met, it was just outside the door Under the plum tree, do you still remember what you said?!"

There was silence in the room.

Chang Huan's teary eyes were hazy, and he choked up, "I remember..."

"I want you, say it again in front of everyone today!"

"I...I said..." Chang Huan met the stern and cold eyes, was distraught, wiped his tears with his sleeve, looked at Ah Cuo, and said, "I'm sorry...I lied to you before..."

That meeting, the first sentence she said was this sentence.

I'm sorry...I lied to you before...

After saying that, An Cuo's eyes were red, and he suddenly smiled wryly.As the chest rises and falls, so does the heart.

"From the beginning, you lied to me... Then, you told me openly that you lied to me... Lin Xiaonuan, in your eyes, am I just a fool... I deserve to be played by you Among them, isn't it?!"

Chang Huan shook his head in denial, whimpered, "No—it's not like this..."

"Lin Xiaonuan, I was fooled before because I was stupid... Now, your tears and your words will only make me feel sick..."

Chang Huan suddenly covered his ears, shook his head and looked at An Cuo in disbelief, stepped back step by step, staggered and lost his center of gravity, and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, I didn't know that I reached out to support her.

Why did things become like this, and why did Ah Cuo not believe in his own heart?She didn't understand, and she didn't want to believe everything she heard and saw.Chang Huan turned his head to look at Unknown, and cried, "I...it's not...it's not like this..."

Then, as if the last ray of courage was taken away, Chang Huan cried and ran out of the house, out of the quiet garden, and fell down on the long courtyard road.

The long courtyard road resembles the long past.

The red lanterns hanging high on both sides sway in the wind, as if they have been waiting for the night to come.

Looking at the two ends of the road, Chang Huan suddenly realized that he didn't know where he was going, and had nowhere to put it.

The body and mind with nowhere to rest, and the past with nowhere to rest.

Lin Changhuan curled up in the corner and cried for a long time, until Man Qiu suddenly appeared beside him.

Man Qiu didn't speak, just took her hand gently, and applied the medicine to treat the burn.

Chang Huan seemed to have suddenly seen hope, grabbed Man Qiu's arm, and asked anxiously, "Did Ah Cuo ask you to come?"

Man Qiu shook his head, and said helplessly, "I just came back from Nancheng to drink for Master, and I heard that something happened to you... Master doesn't know..."

A bitter voice murmured, "So... so..."

The sluggish hesitation, the lonely melancholy, finally hurt the weight of that infatuation.

Do you choose to hide and grow, or choose to persist and yearn?

Chang Huan looked at the purple wound on his hand and Bai Mang covered with a layer of plaster, and said bewilderedly, "Is there a medicine that can make Ah Cuo change his mind?"

Man Qiu sighed, shook his head, and said, "I don't know."

"Is there a medicine that can bring us back to the past?"

Man Qiu shook his head, and said, "I don't know."

Chang Huan slowly looked up at the sky, as if regaining consciousness, the piercing pain gave birth to a kind of desperation that was also piercing and cold.

As if losing all strength, Chang Huan murmured, "God, it's going to snow..."