The wind was blowing coldly.

Xue Huaijian didn't want to go, but he knew he had to go.

He was the one who sent Qi Yuanzhang's body back, and from now on, when she saw him, she would think of today. Between them, it is impossible to go back to the past.

He stood up and looked at Taiwei.

Taiwei's eyes were gentle and sad.

What was written there was an emotion he didn't understand.

What kind of pain is the loss of a father?

Xue Huaijian stood in the cold wind of midwinter, thinking of his own father, who didn't know whose name was. Is that man still alive? What would that man with no memory look like?

He couldn't remember, he couldn't remember, but for some reason, the beating heart in his chest suddenly made a heavy sound, and a dull pain gradually spread.

Even with the old scar on his head, he began to ache faintly.

He didn't know that at this moment, his eyes were not much different from Taiwei's.

The sadness is piercing, and it is a sorrow that is revealed from the inside out.

At this time, Taiwei had already stuffed the big dan into his arms: "Put it on, it's cold outside." ”

Out of Jingningbo's Mansion, the weather will only be colder.

The cold that the sun can't dispel, and the maggots of the tarsal bones entangle everyone. Spring, still out of reach.

Taiwei stood in place, leaning against the wall, and stood quietly for a long time. Changxi came over, put a jacket on her, and put on shoes, but she still looked like an unconscious dummy.

Changxi whispered to persuade her: "Girl, if you feel uncomfortable, cry, just cry." ”

But Taiwei's eyes were dry, and not a single tear could come out.

Until the sun fades and the night falls.

She was still a dry well.

Taiwei curled up in the corner of Jixiangyuan, like a wounded beast. The mother-in-law outside the door came and went, replacing all the lanterns under the eaves with white ones. As soon as the wind blows, the lanterns sway in the dark night.

Knock knock.

Someone is knocking.

Who is it?

Is it Changki?

Taiwei didn't move.

She hid herself in a heavy winter quilt.

"Girl?"

The knock stopped.

"Girl...... The goldfinch begged to see you, saying that there is something to tell you......" The footsteps sounded softly beside the bed, accompanied by the hoarse voice of Changxi.

Tai Wei was slightly stuffed in the quilt, muttering, "Who is the goldfinch?"

How could anyone have such a name.

Changxi heard it, and hurriedly said: "It's the younger brother of the golden boy, and he just arrived at the uncle's ...... a few days ago" Speaking of the word "uncle", Changxi hurriedly closed his voice.

The person in the quilt had already poked his head out: "Is it the golden boy next to my father?"

The golden boy was on an errand and followed Qi Yuanzhang out of the door.

Qi Yuanzhang is dead.

He certainly didn't make it back alive.

Taiwei lifted the quilt: "Let him in." ”

Three steps and two steps, the goldfinch stumbled closer. He still looks like a child, shy and well-behaved, no more than ten years old. As soon as he saw too little, he knelt down.

Taiwei asked him to get up and say more, but he didn't dare, just cried, crying so much that his eyes were red.

Changxi stood on the side, looking anxious: "Aren't you going to see the girl?"

The goldfinch sobbed, opened its mouth, and closed it again.

Taiwei glanced at Changxi and asked the golden finch, "Can you only talk to me alone?"

The goldfinch nodded with tears.

Taiwei gave Changxi a look: "You go down first." ”

It's not easy for such a child to deal with her.

"It doesn't matter. Taiwei straightened his sitting posture and watched Changxi go out, before he said to the goldfinch, "Is it your brother's business?"

The golden boy protects the Lord and dies, and the future will naturally have to be handled well.

But the Plantageng looked at her and shook his head vigorously.

Taiwei was stunned for a moment.

The Plantagenet looked at her with teary eyes and said, "No, it's not my brother's business...... Yes, it was Uncle who asked the little one to send you a message......"

The expression on Taiwei's face suddenly turned cold.

A numb, stiff coldness shrouded her features like a mask.

She looked at the crying child in front of her, and said coldly, "How could a dead man let you come to deliver a message." ”

The golden finch was stunned, and suddenly reacted that what he said was wrong, and quickly explained: "It's not like this! It's not like this! It's the villain that uncle ordered before he left!"

There was still crying in his voice, scared, wronged, and sad.

The coldness on Taiwei's face did not melt.

The golden finch wiped his eyes and said: "Before the uncle leaves, I personally instructed the villain, so that the villain must come to you at this time today and send you a message." ”

Taiwei stood up: "What message?"

Her mind was a mess.

The goldfinch sobbed and carefully spit out a few words: "Uncle said, don't be afraid, it will be fine." ”

It's too slight and some legs are weak.

She sat back down.

What does that mean?

Before the old thing left, he even arranged such a play?

Seeing that she was silent, the Golden Bird thought that she didn't believe it, and swore and swore again: "Uncle also said that as long as you hear this, you will definitely know that it is true!"

Taiwei smiled bitterly twice.

Her father is afraid that he thinks highly of her.

The Plantagenet said, "Girl...... The little one really doesn't talk nonsense, it's really the uncle who ......"

Taiwei shook his head: "I believe you." ”

It's just such a sentence, and he didn't make up a reason to lie to her.

How much more so on a night like this.

Taiwei asked, "Is your brother back?" The guards were sent back a step late, just in the evening. The goldfinch's eyes were red again.

Taiwei looked into his eyes and sighed: "You keep your word, your brother must be very proud of you." ”

The Plantage cried, "He can't know anymore......"

Taiwei wanted to reach out and touch his head, but she couldn't lift her hand.

Her body seemed to have died with them.

"Go back with your brother. ”

Taiwei called Changxi to come in and asked Changxi to send the golden finch back in person. Since her father chose this child to send a message, he naturally had his intentions. But why did he leave her such words?

It's too little to figure out.

Could it be—

Could it be that on that day, he knew that he would not be able to come back?

But in that case, why would he tell her his secret when he came back?

It doesn't make sense!

Taiwei walked to the window and looked out at the night sky.

The cold moonlight seemed to laugh at her stupidity.

She picked up a lamp and went out the door. The porch was empty, and there was no one left. It was getting darker and darker, and even where there was moonlight, it was pitch black. The thin frost color can't illuminate this rich black at all.

The light of the lamp in her hand was as faint as a firefly.

In the dark, she wandered around the house.

Someone saw her and panicked to tell Jiang.

Jiang said he didn't have to.

Old Madam Qi was annoyed.

"Ruthless and unrighteous things! Her father is like this, and she still has the leisure to mess around!" Old Madam Qi stared at Jiang, as if she wanted to stare a hole in her, "It's because you didn't discipline strictly that you taught such a thing!"

Jiang sneered.

Mrs. Qi asked someone to tie up Taiwei.

Jiang didn't stop him, just stood there without saying a word.

A moment later, the people sent by Old Madam Qi returned. The nose is blue and the face is swollen, and no one pleases him.

Tonight's Qi Taiwei is a real madman.

The secluded house is like a dream, and the lantern walks at night.

No one wants to stand in her way.

She kept walking, walking and walking, to the place where she had hid as a child to build a snowman. That lonely little girl seems to be still here.

She finally remembered.

Why is the message left by her father so familiar.

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