Xin Qi's farewell, and Mrs. Xuanguo's last words, perfectly overlapped, piecing together a volume of yellowed past, in this pale world, and then unveiled for Xin Yi frame by frame. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's too heavy. It's too unbearable. Passing through the years, don't say lightly, one by one.

"Send, General!" Xin Qi suddenly shouted, like a wail tearing through the night.

Graceful, sad and depressed, it made people's hearts stunned, and hit a few night birds in the forest.

After that, Xin Qi got up, turned around and went down the mountain, except that his face was a little pale, his eyes were still clear, he ignored Xin Yi and the others, he came to send the soul of the dead, and left by himself.

"Farewell. Shadow Eight held the ashes porcelain pot in his arms, saluted Xin Yi again, and disappeared like a gust of evening breeze.

Only Xin Yi was left in the same place, the Xin Qi who walked away on the mountain road, and a moonlight like melting snow, reflecting the sleeping grievances of Chang'an.

"Daddy!" Xin Yi called out and hurried after him. Xin Qi actually stopped, but only stood with his back to Xin Yi and did not look back.

"Daddy. Xin Yi screamed again, and the ghost blurted out in a daze, "There was a story about a night owl falling in love with his prey, does Dad know?"

Xin Qi's back shook slightly, but he didn't turn around, and seemed to hesitate for a long time before he replied faintly: "Words are like knives." I tried to forget the things, but if I talk about them again, every word is a knife. Heart-cutting knives. In the past so many years, the people who should have left have also gone the same, whether it is good or not, everyone has to be liberated. Why do you need to mention it again, you have to tear out your father's heart ruthlessly. ”

In the end, my mother's death was persecuted to death, so that I could recognize my ancestors and return to my ancestors and become the sixth lady of the Xin family. Or do you want to hide my life at the price of your life, so that you can have peace for the rest of my life?" Xin Yi's tone gradually became unstable, and even when she mentioned the word "mother", she had to hold on to the big tree next to her to stand firmly.

Mother. This simple word, she didn't know how to say it.

The sound that only exists in memory, the coldness of the last heavy snow. The word "mother" brings her the habit of "persecution to death, recognizing the ancestors and returning to the ancestors, in exchange for a 'wild seed' glory and wealth", the guidance of the world, the cold eyes of the house, Xin Yi never wanted to take the initiative to think, before the age of three, how she babbled and called "mother".

However, when the truth was revealed and the memory was backtracked, she realized the weight of the word "mother".

――Hiding in the mountains and forests, Ru Mao drank blood, and gave birth to a little you. I can't accompany you for a lifetime, I can't see you grow up, I can only use my mother's life to cut off the blood of your mother's family, hide your forbidden life experience, and then ask God to bless you for the rest of your life.

In the name of "mother", one life for another, one life for another.

The woman named Dou Wan, the next head of the Dou family, the love debt of the night owl's life, she has never had one name: mother.

"You've always been smart, and even if I don't say it, you've guessed a lot of things. Xin Qi's voice came from a dream, floating from the river of memory, "As far as the family is concerned, she is not a qualified heir, and she brings disaster to the whole clan because of her own desires. As far as I am concerned, she is not a qualified wife, so she does not consult with me, so she abandons me alone. But to you, she is the most qualified mother. The best mother in the world. ”

Xin Yi was silent, and his eyes were red. She couldn't say anything, and for the mother who had been blurred, all she had left was the unfamiliar "mother".

The best mother in the world. is her mother-in-law all her life, but she is also the strangest mother-in-law.

Xin Yi looked at Xin Qi's back in confusion. The man didn't turn around, only looked up at the moon slightly, and the moonlight splashed into his eyes, rippling the waves of the years.

His spine was a little stiff, like a mountain that was too heavy on his back, and even if it was difficult to walk, he had to walk.

Negative mountains forward, silent, regardless of his black and white future generations, he has his own ice heart to the bright moon.

"Daddy. Xin Yi called out with a complicated face, "I'm sorry." ”

These three simple words contain so much of it. The estrangement between father and daughter for more than ten years, as well as the taboo that both parties deliberately do not touch, the death of that woman has been separated between them for a long time, looking across the river, and they can't get close.

Even later, Xin Qi treated her coldly, but because she declared to the outside world that she was a "wild seed" of the daughter of an ordinary merchant, so according to the etiquette law, she must be distinguished from the inferior. If you are extraordinarily close, it will attract the attention of those who have a heart.

The distance of more than ten years is the most affectionate guard. More than ten years of rustiness is the most affectionate promise: as she wishes, to give you peace for the rest of your life. Even if you are as strange as a passerby, even if you are lonely and cold for half a life.

Xin Qi smiled, a very shallow smile, and with the cleanliness of his youth: "The things of the previous generation don't want to be imposed on you anymore." All the grievances and grievances, we have come to the end, all you have to do is to do as her last wish, to have a lifetime of peace. In the past, I didn't want you to know, because I was afraid that you would be involved and do something stupid in the name of 'revenge'. That's not what we want to see. ”

"That's not the older generation, that's my relatives. Xin Yi's eyes were so hot that he burned red and cut his pupils.

"It is precisely because they are relatives, close relatives who are connected by flesh and blood, that they hope for this even more. Grievances or grievances, until we end, the wind or waves, with the years subsided. What is left for you is just a quiet time. Isn't that what General Lu Huan's last note meant?" Xin Qi smiled faintly, and the moonlight under his eyes shone a little.

Xin Yi was stunned. How to calculate the grievances of the two times, you can decide for yourself. These are Lu Huan's last words.

From the previous generation to the previous generation. Memories are buried by the years. The wind is always blown away by the rain and wind, who is in exchange for it, year after year.

It's all about the past.

"But I have some selfish intentions. It may affect your judgment when you say it, but it's uncomfortable for me to hold it back. Xin Qi shook his head apologetically, "That person, I don't want you to resent him because of the things of the previous generation. No matter how you intersect in this life, at least don't be unsettled because of the events of the previous generation. ”

Xin Yi's eyebrows frowned slightly, and she turned her head to look at Chang'an City under the mountain. One hundred and eight squares in the sleep, guarding the Daming Palace in the center, is splendid, if the sky is que, deep and winding can not see the end.

Xin Yi suddenly remembered that when she first entered the palace to face the saint, the emperor at the end of the dragon road, the twelve Dongzhu swayed, making people unable to guess his joy and anger.

As for the face behind the curtain, Xin Yi couldn't remember.

The only intersection between her and Li He in this life is the summons that was involved in Wang Wenluan's death. There is no danger, and to this day, even his voice is blurred. If Xin Qi hadn't mentioned it, she would have almost forgotten about the man who stood at the top of the chess game.

Xin Qi's voice came slowly, without much fluctuation, but he said simply and resolutely: "In the chess game, the most painful thing is not under the blade, but the person who picks up the knife." You have to remember, always remember, that he is the emperor. ”

"Emperor, the whole world knows ......," Xin Yi blinked in confusion.

Xin Qi shook his head, and just repeated in a dumb voice: "He is the emperor." ”

Xin Yi was silent. Although her heart moved slightly, she didn't understand how she moved. But she didn't ask any more, she was afraid that if she asked a few more times, Xin Qi would only repeat those words.

He is the emperor.

Xin Yi would never have thought of how deep the bond between her and Li He would be for the rest of her life, a lot of grievances, and a lot of sorrows and joys, so that she could understand this sentence and understand the weight of the word "emperor".

I also understand Xin Qi's mood when he said this. Burdened with a feud and a human life, the evaluation was made: the emperor. It's an acknowledgment, and it's a choice.