There was a hut deep in the woods, and this was where she was. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Since two years ago, she has become autistic, does not like to come into contact with many people, resists the conscious approach of others, and is willing to live in isolation.

She built this small house in the back, and during the day when she needed to work, she would come out to the front yard, and at night and when there was nothing to do, she would go back to live alone.

The space belonged only to her, and she resisted everyone entering, including her parents.

Fortunately, it belongs to the territory of the three parts, although it is barren and uninhabited, but the border of the mountains and forests is guarded, but it is very safe.

She opened the door of the hut and lit the candles, the facilities inside were simple, not much more complicated than the hut she had in Suzhou.

She didn't rest, picking up a blue and white porcelain vase from the cabinet.

She remembered that there was a jug full of wine, which had been brought by a businessman from the north, and she had brought it with her among the many gifts in the front yard, but had never tried it.

Today is the day of Kaifeng.

She found another pair of cups, took her things out the door, and went around the narrow path to the back of the house.

Deep in the jungle there was a handful of loess, and in front of it stood a tombstone, standing silently in the hazy moonlight.

Nothing is written on the tombstone.

She didn't know what to write.

This handful of loess is the reason why she always stubbornly comes back to rest.

This handful of loess is the only partner in this vast space, and the only spiritual sustenance in her empty and lonely days.

Tired, tired, and sad, she would come here to lean on, chattering, and sometimes staying for most of the day.

The early autumn nights are already cool. The meadows were shining with dewdrops, the sky was a crooked crescent, and the woods were faintly dim with moonlight.

She sat down next to the tombstone, leaned against the empty tombstone in a snuggled position, and looked up at the moon in the sky.

"I have a headache......" she murmured. The tone is similar to coquettishness, "I seem to have dreamed of you, but then I can't remember anything......"

There was no sound in the mountains and forests except for the chirping of cicadas all over the mountain.

She stopped talking, leaned against the stele with the flask, and looked obsessively at the horizon. After pondering for a long time, he muttered again: "Some people say that if one person dies, there will be one more star in the sky." ”

She paused for a moment, not knowing what to think. Start sobbing.

"In the past two years, I have been looking in the sky, but there has never been an extra star in the night sky of Rongcheng. ”

"Is it because you don't want me to see it, or is it because your star isn't in this place?"

She lowered her head and choked for a moment, then suddenly laughed again.

"It doesn't matter. It may be because the fog in Rongcheng is too heavy and obscures your light. I heard that in Nanzhao, not far from here, the sky is full of stars every night...... I'm going to find you there...... You must be the brightest star in the night sky......"

The night sky was still silent.

No matter what she said, no one would answer her. But she still had to say it, and said everything she didn't have time to say.

"Today is Tanabata, and legend has it that Morning Glory and Weaver Girl will meet tonight...... You see them meeting in the sky. Will you think of me?"

"You won't......" she asked herself, "you must hate me to death." ”

"I lied to you for so long, killing your wife, killing your unborn child, and finally killing you with my own hands...... You're going to hate me......"

She let herself cry and uncapped the bottle. Fill both glasses of wine.

"I'll be drinking. She said, "Tonight is so special." We're going to have a drink together. ”

She put down her bottle and touched her glasses. Carefully sprinkle one of them in front of his grave, then raise his head and drink his own.

Then she raised the glass in her hand with teary eyes, picked up the wine bottle on the ground and shook it.

"It's strange, it's obviously wine, how did it turn into tea?"

She frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly smiled: "I know, it must be a profiteer who used tea as wine to fool me." ”

She stroked the tombstone, as if she had thought of something, and said inconsistently: "No, the tea must be broken now...... What's more, this tea is still hot......"

"I see, you must have felt sorry for me, so you turned the drink into tea, right?"

She spoke upside down, giggled happily at her conjecture, and leaned against the tombstone, "I knew you loved me the most." ”

"So, you're a pretty good star. I knew you had to be the best. ”

"Then can you make my star closer to you after I die......

Halfway through the conversation, he suddenly stopped.

She hung her head and choked, "Forget it...... They all say I'm a scourge...... You've been unlucky every time you meet me...... I almost couldn't get up in the water for the first time...... I cuckolded the second time...... I turned into a star for the third time......"

She curled up in front of the tombstone, her face buried in the palm of her hand, her body twitching with choked sobs.

"I won't go looking for you again, you better hurry up and drink Meng Po soup and go find a good girl......"

The chirping of cicadas all over the mountain suddenly stopped, and after a while they sounded again.

She was unaware of this wonder of nature, and wept all the time, until she was tired of crying, snuggled up to the tombstone, and fell into a deep sleep.

A white figure appeared in front of the grave in the hazy skylight, sighed, took off his clothes and covered her, and then sat down on the side of the vent to shield her from the wind.

The tear-stained girl leaned unconsciously on the tombstone behind her, unconscious in her sleep.

The man moved his gaze to the crescent moon in the sky, and the silhouette was sad and struggling.

It's been two years, he's been waiting for two years, he can't wait for love, he can't wait for hate, he just waits for boundless coldness.

The terrible thing is that he is used to waiting, accustomed to silently waiting for her when she is sad, accustomed to silently taking care of her when she is willful to sleep.

The fiery heart becomes quiet and more persistent in the boundless coldness.

He lied to her, he was sorry for her, and he gradually realized that he might never be able to wait for the result he wanted.

Maybe it doesn't matter anymore, as long as he can silently guard her like this, he already feels satisfied.

But. He was accustomed to her coldness, to her indifference, but he could not get used to the way she treated himself.

It's been two years, and the impression she has given to her parents and subordinates is just that she is silent and hard-working, but she returns to the back mountain every night. In addition to being in a daze, he often runs to the tombstone in the middle of the night to recite words.

Such a way of life is close to self-harm.

Every time he saw her tears, when he saw her give up on herself, when he saw her barefoot and in thin clothes leaning against the tombstone and sleeping, he felt like a knife.

Shouldn't he be...... Should we be generous, should we let go, should we be ...... Do something?

He caused all this. He should have regretted such an act, but if he hadn't done it, how would he have met her? Stained with melancholy, it turned out to be such a seductive appearance?

He has no regrets.

Sigh only sigh that people's hearts are unpredictable, he has calculated for so many years, anything can be played in the palm of his fingers, but people's hearts are unpredictable.

He can't guess other people's hearts, not even his own.

When he was eighteen years old, he thought that he would never love him again in this life. But now?

Six years ago, he prayed for a miracle in the world to resurrect her fragrant son. He would have gone out of his way to keep her for himself, to deny her a chance to fall in love with someone else, not to let her get hurt, and six years later, his Xiang'er came back to life, and after a brief shock, his first thought was to look back for the white shadow......

Six years ago. How could he have thought that in this world. There will be a second woman, so that he is more concerned than Xiang'er?

He looked sideways at the person next to him. She was half-leaning against the tombstone, her beautiful but pale face beautiful in the hazy night light like a fairy who had fallen into the dust.

The skin is so white as jade, does it feel as warm and smooth as fine jade?

He couldn't help but reach out, but he paused an inch away.

If she was awake, she wouldn't want to.

He was already a living hypocrite in her heart.

Do you want to continue to be a hypocrite?

He struggled to withdraw his hand and clenched it into a fist so that it wouldn't get out of control again.

He just looked at her quietly, doing nothing, and after a long time.

There was a rooster crowing in the distance, and the sleeping man seemed to have a sore neck and twisted his neck uncomfortably.

He woke up suddenly, turned his head to look at the white brilliance of the fish belly in the sky, got up and left quickly.

When the sun shone on the earth, the first drops of morning dew fell on her eyelids, and her eyelids moved, and she woke up.

She propped herself up with her sore neck, and saw the robe that she had expected.

She was not surprised, lifted her robe, put her hand on the branch next to her, cleaned up the things on the ground, rubbed the stone tablet, and walked back without looking back.

A deep sigh came from the depths of the woods.

She has always known that he is guarding her, if she didn't understand his love two years ago, in the past two years, his friendship with her has been very clear.

But her attitude was so senseless and cold.

Over and over.

He often thought that if it weren't for six years ago, he had been with her in her most desperate days, had helped her when she was most helpless, and had taught her all her life's learning...... Or if he wasn't what she called "older brother...... Will she still be the first to kill him during the time when the three parts are going to kill him, carrying the infamy of "wolf heart and dog lungs"? Will she be the first to kill him?

spent six years in exchange for a non-killing......

Shouldn't he be glad about it?

Even if this love is never mixed with a trace of male and female affection?

Now, it's time to wake up, Linyuan.

It seems that in this life, it is destined to miss love.

With a wry smile, he picked up the robe hanging from the tree, draped it over his body casually, and walked down the hill with vague steps.

Life is not only about love, he comforted himself over and over again. (To be continued)

ps: Dear, it's only updated now, and the water has to be reviewed, reviewed, reviewed...... Seeing that there are friends in the book review area, I am very angry, Shui Shui explains here, even if he is not the rich second generation like Jiang Kuo in the text, nor is he the second generation of officials like Lin Yuan, Shui Shui is a civilian, there are parents to support, Shui Shui will graduate this year, and he must find a job first. . . Friends may still be in the ivory tower, and they can't feel the pressure of employment, but when they step into society, they will understand the helplessness of Shuishui. Even if I didn't deliberately hang everyone's appetite, in fact, everyone can basically guess the ending, it's just a sentence, the important thing is to enjoy the process, what Shui Shui wants to share with you is the most wonderful scene and mood possible. It's very tiring for a long time, although I have time occasionally, but I can't calm down, and I can't code words, so ...... I hope you understand! Double 11 is coming, isn't it? Couples here this festival is very grand, I wish you all a happy holiday in advance......!