I thought that Yinzhen should be a family reunion when he came back, just like every time in previous years, everyone sat around a table to eat and drink, but it turned out that it was not.

Without the laughter and laughter of brothers and sisters, and the wordless silence of women and children, I was carried back to his small courtyard by him, as if it was just the two of us. It seems that as long as I don't step out of this courtyard door, I will only have him in my world, whether on the road or in the house.

I watched him sit at the table all day, holding a book in his hand, and he would appear there at dawn and sit there until the sun set and the moon rose, until the candles had changed a few times, and he would not get up and leave until I had fallen asleep, and so on all day.

We still talked as little as we had in those three days, and occasionally when I looked at him, he looked up and smiled back from his lips.

We didn't lie down in each other's arms like those three days, he no longer came close to hug me or kiss me or kiss and caress me, he always sat at the table and I was on the bed or collapsed, only when we ate, and we would be separated by a table and a table with dishes and chopsticks.

I forgot, there are exceptions.

Every morning he would pull me to sit on a stool and stand behind me, his hair combed in a neat bun, and even the pen on his eyebrows was firmly formed. I was moved by his patience and meticulousness, but I didn't like myself in the mirror, it was for people outside, for everyone to see, not husband and wife.

A few days after Kangxi returned to Beijing, Yinzhen seemed to be busy again, and he always couldn't see anyone, and only at dinner time would he appear in my room on time and sit on the chair that belonged to him.

There is no change in the house, but there is an extra child, Nian's child, a boy, named Fuyi.

Just like I once couldn't understand why her children were different from others, couldn't survive and didn't follow the order of Hongzi's generation, I still didn't know why at this time, but I didn't bother to think about it anymore.

I am me, she is her, a concubine and a side fortune, all of his women live in the same house, that's all.

As for whether she knew what her brother had done and how she felt about it, I didn't want to know, as long as they were in peace.

If you can't forget the past, the pain and blood and tears will remain in your heart.

The days back home were simple and quiet, and even the meow sounds were gone, and I couldn't see the shadow of Umi. Yinzhen said that it didn't come back after I went out, I nodded and didn't mention it again, but he was full of apologies.

I don't think it's hard to live like a dog because of the owner's departure and no water, but I know that cats don't want to stay at home when their lives are coming to an end, and try to leave and die outside, just like the one I once raised.

It has been with me for most of the past 20 years, and that's enough. For it, it can be regarded as glorious and wealthy, and it thinks it is enough.

The Hongli brothers grew up very fast, and they were a lot taller in a year, and Hongli was even more fierce, and the two of them stood side by side in the same place, and the brothers seemed to be called in reverse.

Hongwan's pair of young sons are the age of fun, and they always giggle and run behind the two little uncles, and the four of them often can't help laughing when they lie on the ground and roll around. I sat in the yard with him and Mohan's daughter in my arms, the little girl who was less than two years old was soft and soft to lean in her arms, her little face obediently rubbed against my clothes, her little hands were clasped on the buckle and smiled shallowly, and the little diamond-shaped lip flap turned into a tender red cherry...... Everything you see and touch is small, which makes people's hearts soft, and it is not enough to love them.

The cool autumn breeze blew in the courtyard, and it was so quiet that only laughter could be heard.

The same is true of Honghui's small courtyard, Hongwan still lives there, and Xiaohe has never left holding his son every day, and his face is rarely cold. Several people with different surnames and even different countries seem to have become a big family, which is more lively and warm than the house.

Such days always pass quickly, autumn goes to winter, and when the snow falls, the whole mansion is white, and you can smell the elegant fragrance of plum blossoms.

In the afternoon, I was taking a nap with Hongwan's daughter, and Yinzhen quietly appeared by the bed and looked down at me, without changing her court clothes.

I squinted at him and smiled, his hand touching my little face on my chest, and he rolled over to the little girl outside the bed, so frightened that we all stared at her and didn't dare to move, a smile rose on my pink lips, and I grabbed that finger and brought it to my mouth.

The little milk teeth gritted on the fingertips like grinding teeth, and Amma, who muttered unclearly, no longer moved, and her eyes never opened and slept soundly.

I always thought that these children were closer to the always smiling Mohan, but it turned out that Hongwan's father did so well.

Yin Zhen carefully pulled out his hand to put the thin quilt on her, looked at me and silently exited the door, I watched his back hug the villain in front of me again, closed his eyes but couldn't sleep.

When Mo Han came, I smiled and carried the child to her, and the little girl stretched out her little arms and legs and threw herself into her arms. Watching the mother and daughter go out the door, I sat down on the edge of the soft collapse, looked at the deserted bed and room, got up and walked out the door.

Gao Wuyong walked a few steps from the stone steps outside the study and stepped on the snow full of shoes, and knelt down on one knee to invite me to go to the bottom of the corridor, I stood in place and shook my head, and he whispered to please wait for me, and his voice was very low and I couldn't hear the emotion. I watched him whisper back to the door and whisper, but there was no movement from inside.

The sunlight after the snow hit behind me, illuminating the front of the door was bright, but it was so dark that I couldn't see the furnishings clearly, I watched Yinzhen come out and change into his regular clothes, and the extremely dark color tended to be black. The jet-black satin hat is buttoned around the brim of the head with a circle of gray and black fluff, and a transparent jade hat is as noble and rigorous as identity.

It seems that I haven't seen him relax since I got home, and he always looks like he's ready to go out at any moment.

It turns out that every time he enters my house, he always leaves, sooner or later.

When he came back, he was also very busy for a while, and at night he would take official documents or books to read in my room, and when I sat with him, he would pull me to his side, occasionally hugging his lap and burying his face in my shoulder socket, and sitting very lightly for a long time.

Later, he just ate, put down the dishes and chopsticks and said to be busy, but when I delivered it to the door, he stopped him and didn't let him deliver it again. When I lay back on the bed and tossed and turned, I would see him come back, look at me without speaking, sit for a while and go to sleep, and then disappear.

The only exception was on my birthday a few days ago, when I drank almost the wine to the end, and he sat across from me until there was only half a glass of wine left in the jug, and then he walked up to me and took a sip of my glass, and picked me up to his chest.

I could smell the crisp smell of wine in his mouth, and when it fell on my lips, it was as sweet as his, and he kissed and rubbed my waist down the hem of my clothes and propped it up behind my back. The coldness of my palm made me wake up for a moment, and I still snorted despite it, and he stood tightly in his arms for a while before I was sent to the bed to cover the quilt.

I watched him stand beside the bed, standing as if he had been there for a long time, not moving, neither moving nor retreating. I closed my eyes and listened carefully, and a very slight happy birthday in my ears walked towards the door......

What gift did he give that day? It seemed to be a wishful thought, and it was placed lightly on the side of my bedside pillow before leaving.

The fine white jade was connected by cloisonné gilt, embellished with more red gemstones, and it had long since disappeared when it was broken by the Hongli brothers. I know that it must be troublesome to repair it, and I know that it is difficult to reunite the broken mirror, but such a jade Ruyi was repaired by him, but it was just ...... Is the meaning behind its auspiciousness and celebration still like that of the past? We are still like the old days...... Untimed?

"Slept?"

I looked up and covered my eyes with my hands, shielding out the sun and looking at him with white snow.

The corners of his lips moved slightly when he spoke, and there was no familiar smile, and the tiredness in his eyes was obvious, as if he had just woken up, or I had disturbed his good sleep.

Nodding his head and looking at the color on his body, he couldn't see the ornamentation in the sun, and he was very simple, maybe black.

"Wait. Without waiting for me to react, he turned and walked to the study, and soon returned to me, shook off the cloak on his arm and draped it over my shoulders, and lowered his head to tie the strap in front of my eyes. I could see his eyelashes covering his eyes, curling and casting a long shadow on his face.

The cloak was long and hung down in the snow, the bright blue was like the color of the sky, and the white fox fur of the snow at the neckline wrapped around my face, warm and soft.

I believe in Him and I believe in myself.

Raising my hand to pinch the frenulum and being held in his palm, my hand was cold and warmly wrapped by him, and the frozen blood began to flow, slowly melting into the limbs.

"It's cold outside, let's go back first, I have something to do, I'll be over later." ”

"Good. I took his hand in response and stood on tiptoe close to his ear, "Come when you're busy, I'll wait for you." ”

Leaning against his chest and not stepping back on the ground, the back of his waist has been gently supported. The fur collar kept brushing on my face, so itchy that I rubbed it against the side of his face, and I heard him whisper back in his ear when it was cold and hot, "Okay." ”

Laughing and imprinting a kiss on his cold face, he stepped back, pressed lightly on the fingertips that had passed from my palm, withdrew the wide cloak in his hand and walked back, stopping at two steps to look back, he stood there looking at me with a smile in his eyes.

After turning to the arch of the curved house, I saw that the snow was gone, and a long figure stood under the corridor in front of the study door, and I watched him stand there all the time, unable to distinguish his gaze, selfishly thinking that he was looking at me, and laughed to himself with his head exposed, and turned to run to the backyard.

There are always ups and downs in life, there is no such thing as smooth sailing, and the same is true for love. We've been through too much along the way, we've lost too much over the years to get back this determination to come back here with him, this is our home, and it won't change.

I believe that I am not wrong, I believe in him, I believe in myself, I believe in my love, I believe in his affection.

I'll wait for him to come.