In autumn, the Jingling Tomb is bleak and bleak, and the wind blows off the residual leaves of the branches with the cold air, rolls into the air, falls into the mud, and rots into mud. Because of the rain that had fallen for half a month, the sky was still overcast without a trace of warm light, and the heavy gray clouds seemed to be about to fall, and people were out of breath

At this moment, the North Palace has not been popular for a long time, like a backwater pool without waves, only when the wind passes, the dead leaves under the old trees are rolled up to make a rustling sound, adding a bit of sound.

At this moment, in an inconspicuous ear room, the broken doors and windows were barely closed, but the bleak autumn wind could still pass through the broken window paper and blow into the room. The doors and windows of the wind belt flapped softly, creaking, half-open and half-hidden, and did not play the slightest role in shielding.

Originally, the room was dark and cold, and now the climate is troubled, and the cold is even more soaked into the bones, as the wind enters the house, the layers of yellowed veils that have lost their original color are like ghosts, mysterious and mysterious fluttering, and from the end of the veil there are hoarse and painful coughing sounds.

It was the voice of a dying man, adding to the oppression of the dead room.

On the old and even simple little bed, there was a body wrapped in a tattered quilt, and in the dim light, the person in front of him seemed to have suffered from the pain, as if he had been sucked out of everyone's anger, and he was so desperate as a dead wood leaning on the filthy and not soft pillow, and suddenly, the person on the bed was on the right side, lying on the edge of the bed with his hand support, covering his mouth with a handkerchief that looked clean with his left hand, and then the low and hoarse cough sounded immediately.

In the end, as if about to cough out all the intestines, the body lying on the edge of the bed was almost about to fall, and in the silence, the coughing gradually stopped, but the woman's breathing sound seemed more and more difficult, as if it had used great force, the person on the bed reluctantly turned over, like a fish on the cutting board, lying back sideways, his face was even more pale and haggard, and his white and dry lips were slightly stained with a little red blood.

Silently, Xu Chengjun, who was lying there, took a deep breath, the ups and downs of her chest became more and more erratic, at this moment she only felt that she didn't even seem to have the strength to move her hands, the broken quilt on her body, the mattress under her body was so wet that she could almost squeeze out water, and the cold that stuck to her body was even more cold that penetrated into the bones and blood, and the lingering musty smell always lingered on the tip of her nose, making people disgusted and almost disgusted.

Looking at everything empty and dilapidated in front of her, looking at the dilapidated and dusty bed tent in front of the bed, the corners of her lips couldn't help but hook up a touch of self-deprecation, shouldn't she be used to all this.

She never imagined that one day she would become like this, ugly and disgusting.

But she didn't even dare to die.

A chill invaded, Xu Chengjun trembled and stretched out his left hand weakly, and the tightly pinched palm spread out little by little, but in the palm of that hand, the green bamboo on the old handkerchief was stained with red mottled blood, dazzling and piercing.

Even if she didn't dare to die, how long could this dilapidated body last?

Feeling the dryness and burning in her throat, she finally trembled and lifted the wet quilt with her hands, leaned on the edge of the bed and climbed out of bed with difficulty, even lazy to put on her shoes, just step by step on the table not far away, reluctantly sat down, rubbed the teapot numbly with her right hand, barely poured out a sip of tea, and couldn't help but raise her head and drink it clean.

The cold overnight water with tea foam suddenly entered the throat, and it was like drinking a mouthful of rough sand, and the throat ached, and under the stimulation, the coughing sound that was finally hidden rushed out of the throat again, and the dry itching feeling was almost uncontrollable.

I only heard the sound of "clang-", the only broken corner teacup shattered at his feet, Xu Chengjun crouched on the edge of the table in embarrassment and pain, and coughed dryly, and the smell of blood in his throat rushed out again, as if seeping into his lips and teeth.

At this moment, Xu Chengjun only felt as if he was a waste man who drank to quench his thirst.

When the cough subsided, it was half her life, and when she climbed back into bed, she tried to wrap the cold quilt around her body, and gradually, she leaned her head on the pillow, closed her eyes, and remembered this life.

thirteen can weave,

Fourteen tailoring,

Fifteen bullets,

Sixteen recitations of poetry.

She used to be the grandson of the old pavilion, and she was a lady of the boudoir, and now she still remembers that she was often surrounded by others and envied the daughter's family of the same age.

My grandfather once said,

The daughter of the Xu family will marry if she doesn't marry, and if she wants to marry, she will marry the best man in the world.

At that time, she was the first talented woman with a great reputation, and before she was ready, there was an endless stream of people who came to propose marriage.

She used to be proud, noble, and only felt that ordinary aristocratic sons had just insulted her talents, and since she could remember, she had heard of Chen Jungongzi, but at that time she was just staying in her fantasy, which aroused her curiosity.

But it wasn't until that flower banquet that she saw Xie Yun for the first time, she knew that her proud heart had fallen for him, and others were once willing to humbly beg her for a smile, but since then, she has preferred to let herself turn into dust, even if she can get Xie Yun to be a little different from others.

The lantern that night, Xie Yun let her Chang'e lantern she still keep, even if the Chang'e on it is still lonely and lonely, even if the lamp is old and the tassel has faded, but in her heart, that lamp is still the most beautiful she has seen in her life.

And that day on the road outside the Qianhe Palace, it was the first time she walked side by side with him, and he owed her a favor, but-

The corners of Xu Chengjun's lips were desolately hooked, and he seemed to be a little more lonely.

When her hands were stained with Yuan's blood, that love had already been replaced by hatred.

was once a famous lady, but now she is sick and disabled.

She has experienced too much in her life, as if she fell from the high clouds into the mud, and she has already become an abomination.

Now it is God's retribution, thinking of this, Xu Chengjun stretched out his hand, spread his palm, and when he looked at the red blood again, he was no longer dazzling, as if it was a red plum in full bloom one after another, and he actually saw a bit of strange beauty.

When he closed his eyes again, Xu Chengjun only felt that his body was getting colder and colder, as if he was in the ice and snow, and gradually, the turbidity in his chest seemed to dissipate little by little, and suddenly, she seemed to be lying in the clouds, in the fog, fluttering, like the shadow of the wind.

In the haze, she seemed to see too many people, Xingchun, father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, as she walked towards them step by step, the light in front of her became more and more dazzling, as if warming her little by little.

And at the end of that light, there was a long jade back, as gentle as jade when she first saw it, even if she didn't see her face, she couldn't help but lift her skirt and run.

Xu Chengjun, who was lying there, seemed to be asleep, and the corners of his lips were hooked, and he was quiet and gentle like he had never been, just like a girl in the past.

"Xie Yun—"

A hazy and vague aftersound overflowed from the corners of his lips, and in the white vastness, the figure seemed to sense something, and turned his head little by little......

The cold wind outside the window became more and more cold, and the lapping window crackled, but at this moment the room fell into endless silence, in the silence, the figure lying on the bed subsided little by little, until finally, it became cold and had no trace of temperature.

In this late autumn season, Xu Chengjun, who was suffering from tuberculosis and was kicked out by the Huanyi Bureau and thrown into the North Palace to fend for himself, went alone.

It wasn't until the next day that her body, which was already stiff as a stone, was discovered by the palace guards, and although she was once a female official in front of the palace, she was finally demoted to a humble palace maid.

According to the rules of the palace, Xu Chengjun's bones were burned to ashes, and like many ordinary palace maids who did not know their names or ages, they were filled into the most remote dry wells in the palace.

When many literati heard this, they couldn't help but sigh for this talented woman in Daxing, but unfortunately, although there is a talent for Yongxu, there is no virtue of downtime, such an ending is just the fruit of their own planting after all.

……

"Light the fire. ”

The voice of his own son came from behind him, and the white furnace responded silently, and then put the fire fold close to the charcoal basin, and the spark touched the tassel of the lantern, burning little by little and rolling up the tongue of fire, but in a moment, it swallowed the faded Chang'e to the moon on it, and turned into ashes little by little.

The light of the spark shone in Xie Yun's eyes, and he stood silently.

The former Xu Chengjun was no stranger to him, but he had never been in love, he was grateful for the help he had in the past, but he also had disdain for what she did later.

Until I heard the news of her death, it seemed that everything that had been had disappeared.

He once owed her a favor.

And all she finally asked him for was to send the old lamp to her.

This love seems to be over with this light.

The sudden warmth made Xie Yun retract his thoughts of going away, and on the side, Cui Zhiwan's gentle eyes made him more gentle as water.

"Why are you here. ”

As Xie Yun spoke, he turned around and carefully protected his beloved wife who was pregnant with Liujia again, Cui Zhiwan heard that Xie Yun was surrounded by him, and stretched out his hand to hold the tie of the cloak for him and said, "It's cold, add a dress for you." ”

Speaking of this, Cui Zhiwan tilted her head slightly, looked at the lantern that was gradually burning out, and said softly: "Presumably, she also received it." ”

Turning his head, seeing the comfort and hesitation in Xie Yun's eyes, Cui Zhiwan immediately smiled and said: "The living have passed away, those old things are gone, although her heart is only you, but I know that your heart will not be in her, she once helped my husband, and she is also my benefactor, since she hopes that you will return her favor——"

Looking at the lantern that was burned to ashes, leaving only a broken skeleton, Cui Zhiwan said softly: "Now it is considered to be returned, and in the future, you will only be mine." ”

Hearing these seemingly strong and stubborn words, Xie Yun's eyes were even warmer, and his hands held the person in his arms a little deeper.

"My heart is with you alone. ”

The words in his ears were happy and warm, and Cui Zhiwan's eyes couldn't help but be vaguely wet, but his hands wrapped around Xie Yun's waist and lay his head sideways in his arms, just wanting to enjoy the beauty of this moment.