[Qin Shimingyue] On the development of love through improper households

"poo."

Zhang Biqiang was only ten years old when he told me this sentence.

It seems that he is more precocious.

When he was ten years old, my health was already not very good, and I became lazy. I didn’t go out all day, and I often read in bed in bed.

I don't read the book, just look at the clouds in the sky outside the house.

Sometimes I think, it’s good to be a cloud, it’s free, you can float wherever you want, and then you think, it can only go if there is wind, it has to go wherever the wind blows, it The fate cannot be controlled by it.

It seems that the cloud is also poor.

I didn't want to look at Yun, so I was in a daze, closing my eyes and resting my mind.Occasionally, I still think about people from the past.

Let's start with my unlucky dad.

He was born in troubled times, grew up in troubled times, grew up in troubled times, and finally lost in troubled times.

He once swept thousands of troops, and took down the head of an enemy general among ten thousand people. He also threw his power into the court and played with the imperial power in his palm.

He is cruel, cruel and murderous, awake and in charge of the world, drunk and lying on the knees of beauties.

I don't remember how kind he was to me, but he was really kind to me, because I was the only relative he had.

I wasn't there when he died, but I saw his head later, hanging high over the city gate.

I used to live in Dinglan Pavilion, besides the maids, there were Mo Crow, Bai Feng and Wan Ge beside me.

Mo Crow was the first to go, and he died at the hands of my father.Bai Feng is still jumping, very good.

Wan Ge, he took care of me since childhood, silently paid for me, sacrificed everything for me, and gave me his life.

He never dared to tell me that he liked me.

Would I have stayed with him if he had told me his heart earlier?

……

Maybe.

When it comes to evening songs, I have to mention Zheng Yin.He also had a hard time. He always wanted to find his brother and return to his hometown.

The country is gone, where is the home?The long-lost relatives did not recognize him until his death.

"I seem to have someone I can't wait for, who I want to be convinced." Zhang Biqiang repeated.

"Who is that person?"

I'm not interested, but Zhang Liang is, no, maybe just to cooperate with him.

"Little no doubt."

Zhang Piqiang held his face full of happiness.

Zhang Liang and I looked at each other, he managed to stabilize his expression, I couldn't help it, and coughed violently.

"Xiao Bu doubt, when will you play with me?"

It is difficult for Pi Qiang to get a response from Bu Yi, but he never tires of it.

Once I saw him lingering at the door of Buyi, insisting on going in to sleep, but Busu disagreed, so Pi Qiang simply slept at the door.

It rained in the middle of the night, I woke up and took a look, he was sitting in the rain biting his fingers, the rain wet his hair, he wiped his face with his hands with his eyes downcast, but when he saw me, Her usual cheerfulness returned.

"Xiao Zhenzhen, your husband is behind you."

I turned my head and there was no one behind me.Looking back, Pi Qiang was nowhere to be seen.

Later, Pi Qiang stopped insisting.

He is smarter than me, and he can see better than me.He doesn't force what he can't ask for.

When I was terminally ill, he said to me, "Would you be healthy now if you hadn't done the things you couldn't have done otherwise?"

I thought about it and said, "It should be."

After all, I was in good health when I was young.

"I knew it earlier, why bother?"

Although he said so, he took good care of me.

It's just that I still haven't been able to stay with him for too long.

The weather was fine that day, Zhang Liang took me to a paradise.

I couldn't afford to be sick there, and I couldn't wait for the last time of my two sons.

When I was dying, my consciousness was very clear.

People are always very powerless in the face of death. Even if it is the later seeking for the Holy Spirit through the ages, at this moment, they can only hold my hand tightly and tell me over and over again that I will be fine and I will live a long life.

I stretched out my hand to caress Zhang Liang's cheek, and said to him softly, "I'm leaving, Zhang Xiaomei."

The peach blossoms outside the house are blooming just right, like fire and clouds,

But at the last glance, it is also exceptionally ordinary.

"I only wish that in the next life I will never talk about love again."

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