Broken Iron Clothes

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The fog filled the sky, blinding the sight, and it seemed that after a pattering spring rain, the damp smell left in the mouth and nose was spreading to the lungs and stomach. Jiang Shiqing stepped off the bridge deck, but stopped in place, not knowing where to go.

He forgot who he wanted to stand in front of, and just plunged into the darkness ahead.

It was so quiet that there was no wind, every time he took a step forward, it seemed as if he had left something behind, but when he looked back, he couldn't even remember the reason why he wanted to move forward.He thought for a long time, and when he turned his head again, his forehead bumped into someone's jaw rashly, numb with pain.

He raised his hand and rubbed the painful spot, only to hear the man ask: "Young Master, are you looking for someone?"

"En." Jiang Shiqing responded, raised his eyes and saw the man's face clearly from the blown mist, but the sockets of his eyes became inexplicably hot.

"Who are you looking for?" The man's voice was very soft, he bent his eyes to look at Jiang Shiqing, and leaned over patiently to look at those ignorant eyes.

Who are you looking for?

Jiang Shiqing repeated, but couldn't answer.

He only remembered that he was looking for someone, but he didn't remember who that person was. Now he felt that the face in front of him would make him sad if he looked at it for a long time, but he forgot everything.

With uncontrollable heat in his eyes, Jiang Shiqing walked a little closer: "Have we... met?"

The man brushed aside the broken hair for him with a light smile: "We've known each other for a long time, Huaichuan."

Huaichuan.Jiang Shiqing was reading, but forgot who he was.

"What did you call me?"

"Huaichuan," the man repeated unhurriedly, "Jianghuaichuan."

Jiang Shiqing tentatively asked, "Is my name Huai Chuan?"

Maybe it was foggy, but he suddenly felt that the man looked at him with some emotions that he could not give feedback. It was a burning fire rising in the cold weather, the last ice floe on the sea, and the sunset glow against the night. .

He felt that the man standing here seemed to be desperately giving him warmth, reliance and light, but he couldn't remember anything.

"Let's get to know each other again. In Xiayuan Mucheng, the nickname is Xiao'an."

The moment he heard the name, his field of vision was filled with water, Jiang Shiqing didn't know the reason, and was stunned for a while.

"Your name is Yuan Xiao'an."

"Yes," Yuan Mucheng caressed Jiang Shiqing's cheek, "Your name is Jiang Huaichuan."

Jiang Shiqing lowered his head to feel the touch, and a bitter tear fell unconsciously, splashing off the silver bracelet, and the remaining tear stains were all tucked into Yuan Mucheng's fingertips.

"How long have you been waiting for me, and you don't remember anything?" Yuan Mucheng held his hand, "Come, I'll take you away."

"This is the first time I met you after you returned to Yancheng as Jiang Shiqing. I stepped on the roof and broke into your house, and I put my arms around your waist."

"This is the first time I kissed you, and you called me 'asshole' all the way."

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"This is a room I built with you when we were traveling around as newlyweds. In the wine tank is the wine you learned to make for me. Remember, when you get drunk, your face turns red, sticky Call my name and ask me to hug you."

Yuan Mucheng narrated with him all the way, taking him from first acquaintance to separation, from reunion to old age together.Their footprints and memories are all over Dali, and the scenes of their disintegration and reunion witness their embrace, kiss and lingering, and finally stop at the scene where they are dressed in red and kowtow under the shining stars.

The two wedding dresses were so red and warm in the firelight, a tune seemed to be coming from the sky, the lyric was "Preparation", Jiang Shiqing recited softly along with the lyrics: "Preparation pays off, three stars are in the sky. Tonight evening, see this good man……"

Yuan Mucheng lowered his head against his forehead and read together, until the end of the recitation, he and he laughed tacitly together.

"Did you remember anything?" Yuan Mucheng asked him.

Jiang Shiqing smiled with tears in his eyes: "We haven't lived here all the time."

Yuan Mucheng replied: "Later we went back to Hegu. My father and Mr. Lin Meng both lived there. One of them taught martial arts and the other practiced medicine. I also became a martial artist, and my Huaichuan became a little fairy doctor." Until the time when you and I are full of disciples and grandchildren, the medical and martial arts hall is still open there, and the pub next to it is Lao Gu Laoyi's tavern, which has been bustling for decades."

With his palm covering the back of Jiang Shiqing's head, Yuan Mucheng pressed him firmly into his arms.

"Huai Chuan, we have not only known each other for a long time." Yuan Mucheng embraced him in nothingness, just like before.

"Yuan Xiao'an..." Jiang Shiqing closed his eyes and threw himself into that chest, "I seem to have been waiting for you for a long time."

Yuan Mucheng stroked his hair softly and softly: "I'm only one day late, but we've met more than once."

"But I forgot." Jiang Shiqing gripped his robe tightly, feeling a little helpless and powerless in that grievance, and when he looked up at Yuan Mucheng again, his eyes were still hot and red.

He didn't know why he forgot.

Yuan Mucheng gently pinched his face, then rubbed it a few times reluctantly.

"Then you have to remember now," Yuan Mucheng said, "I, Yuan Mucheng, is your legitimate husband Jiang Shiqing. You have to remember my appearance and my voice. We are true love in this life, and we will be like this in the next life. Don't forget the bridge, remember?"

The damp smell that he experienced just now spread out in his mouth and nose again for some reason, Jiang Shiqing choked a few times in discomfort, and asked, "Will you forget a lot of things after crossing that bridge?"

Yuan Mucheng said: "That's right, but only one person can cross that bridge at a time, so remember to wait for me after you cross it, otherwise we will get separated."

"I remember this time, you are Yuan—" the voice suddenly stopped, and the retrieved memory suddenly burst open, Jiang Shiqing was at a loss in forgetting.

"You are……"

There was a gust of wind, and someone called him over from the other side of the bridge, and his feet stepped back in disbelief. Jiang Shiqing hurriedly searched for all the traces that could remember the person in front of him, and his eyes finally fell on the silver bracelet of that person. .

"I will recognize you with this bracelet!"

The moment Jiang Shiqing stepped on the bridge, Jiang Shiqing suddenly forgot what he said, but he always felt that he should look back.

But the raindrops fell all over the sky and wet the bridge deck. His eyes were so wet that he couldn't see the figure in the mist clearly.

This is the water of the Wangchuan River, which is specially sprinkled for the souls who do not want to drink up the Mengpo soup.Every time he takes a step, he will look back, and when he looks back, he will forget a little more. He left a lot of memories on the bridge, until the moment he was about to step off the bridge, he stopped moving.

He remembered that he had to wait for someone, but he couldn't remember who that person was.

He wants to go back and have a look.Jiang Shiqing turned around and plunged into the rain curtain, kicking up and stepping down the wet water on the soles of his feet. He wanted to remember the person who hadn't crossed the bridge, he had to remember that person...

But the moment his heels left the bridge, the traces in his mind were completely erased. He forgot the reason why he looked back, and just looked around aimlessly in the same place, so he walked into the fog again, but he didn't know where to go. where to go.

The fog near the bridge was thick, Yuan Mucheng heard the sound of walking towards him, and collided with that person again.This is their No.16 meeting, every time Jiang Shiqing will forget him.

"Young Master, are you looking for someone?" Yuan Mucheng asked tirelessly.

"Yeah." Jiang Shiqing still rubbed his forehead dullly.

"Who are you looking for?" Yuan Mucheng would try to figure out every expression of Jiang Shiqing, and when that person showed hesitation, he wanted to put more love in his eyes. That love is the shining sun that rises from the east every day. day, the same seasons throughout the year.

Yuan Mucheng will love him unswervingly.

"Have we... met?" Jiang Shiqing asked uncertainly.

Yuan Mucheng will straighten his wet hair again: "We have known each other for a long time, Huai Chuan."

Jiang Shiqing asked, "What did you call me?"

Yuan Mucheng responded tirelessly: "Huaichuan, Jianghuaichuan."

"My name is Huai Chuan?"

"Let's get to know each other again. In Xiayuan Mucheng, the nickname is Xiao'an."

Jiang Shiqing's eyes turned red: "Your name is Yuan Xiao'an."

"Yes," Yuan Mucheng said with a smile, "Your name is Jiang Huaichuan."

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This is a dream of Huai Chuan, Xiaoan will coax him after he wakes up