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He just quietly lowered his head, looking at the little cinnabar on his palm, and did not move for a long time.

Tick, tick, tick.

The ice in the copper basin melted and fell to the bottom of the basin, opening up layers of ripples.

A hint of cool air spread through the room.

A lazy figure lay on the side of the tulle and beaded bed.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old maidservant was half-kneeling beside the bed, playing a fan embroidered with gold and silver thread.

The cold air that melted away was fanned to the bed under the heavy veil, driving away the heat in the house.

"Let's go down~"

I don't know how long later, a majestic and weary command came from between the veils.

The maid put away the fan and retreated silently.

Ding Ding Ding -

There was a chaotic sound of pearls and jades colliding.

A hand with signs of age stretched out.

The hand lifted the veil that covered it, revealing a woman's face.

The woman looked to be in her early thirties, her thin lips tightly pursed, and the two curved and thin eyebrows that seemed to be twisted together, made the whole person look both majestic and sad, full of strange contradictions.

The woman got out of the bed and sat down in front of the bronze mirror with her hair scattered.

The bronze mirror is set on a carved mahogany frame, half a man high, and at this moment, the woman sits in front of the shelf, which just fills the entire bronze mirror.

The flower branches that were about to bloom showed three or five desolate shadows from the propped up window, and a gust of wind blew, and bursts of laughter like silver bells were heard.

The laughter seemed far and close, vague and clear.

The woman turned her head to look at the propped up window, but she saw nothing but the withering flowers and the green leaves.

There seemed to be more sadness on her face, and so did the confusion.

The dim bronze mirror reflects a lonely shadow leaning sideways, looking like an old, yellowed painting.

The laughter was up again.

It's like a gust of wind that rises out of nowhere.

Scraping, scraping, lightly scraping over the courtyard wall, pond, verandah, flowers, scraped to her ears.

Soon, the laughter died down again.

Like the ripples on the surface of the water, they rise and disperse at first, and those who disturb them cannot be quiet.

But the woman was suddenly annoyed, and swept the beads, necklaces, earrings, and armbands on the mahogany dresser inlaid with various colored gems.

Green, red, gold, silver, ping-pong fell to the ground.

"This slut~"

The woman gritted her teeth and cursed with hatred.

Hot tears fell from her reddened eyes, but after one or two drops, she was forced back alive.

She got up from the platform where she was lying down, but she saw herself in the bronze mirror, her hair was scattered, her eyes were resentful, and she was a little stunned at the moment, and she stretched out her hand and touched her face through the dim mirror.

The face is still the same face, but the innocent look is long gone.

She remembered that many years ago, she was also in front of such a bronze mirror. For the first time, the loose hair was completely combed, revealing a smooth face and a small chin.

At that time, there was no sorrow and exhaustion on her face, but she was full of expectations and innocence for her future life.

Now, those looks are long gone.

She sketched her eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips in the mirror, sketching them all the way, and smiled with the corners of her mouth curled slightly.

In the mirror, a shy woman in red was reflected, with unstoppable shyness and joy at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, and trembling red velvet flowers on the black inky green silk.

As the corners of her mouth curved, the woman in red in the mirror slowly curved the corners of her mouth.

Separated by time, through the dim mirror, the two smiling faces coincided.

The difference is that one is really laughing from the heart, while the other is smiling and smiling and his eyes are red.

"Do you know that today, that day, will you be so happy?"

The woman with red eyes whispered to the smiling woman in red in the bronze mirror.

The woman in red didn't answer, she was still smiling, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were unstoppable shyness and joy.

Two lines of tears rolled down the woman's eyes, obscuring everything in front of her.

When the tears fell, the eyes returned to clarity.

The woman looked at herself in the bronze mirror, and suddenly chuckled again, as if crying but not laughing, like a wandering lonely soul.

"Madame~"

Mother Liu heard the movement in the house and hurried over, who would have thought that she would see the beaded hairpin jewelry scattered in that place. She looked at the slightly swollen woman with some concern.

"Take these and sell them. ”

The woman commanded with weariness.

"This, I'm afraid this is inappropriate......" Liu's mother was a little embarrassed.

"Don't you even listen to Mother Liu?"

The woman's voice suddenly became stronger, and the sorrow on her face was gone, and the majesty spread over her face.

"Yes, ma'am. ”

Mother Liu hurriedly bowed her head and responded.

"I don't need any of this, and it's just a joke to keep it. Selling some money is also a way out. ”

Seeing that Mother Liu was soft, the woman's attitude eased a little, rubbed her eyebrows and explained.

Mother Liu was brought by her from home, and she has been very loyal to her all these years. is the only person in the world who still has some feelings for her.

"Madam, your position will not be shaken, so why bother?"

Liu's mother persuaded her.

"How can you say the things of this world accurately? If you blindly rely on your husband to remember a little old love, what is the difference between it and hoping that the clouds in the sky will stop for you?"

Woman.

"The old slave understood. When Mother Liu heard this, she didn't say anything more, and gathered away the scattered bead jewelry.

After Liu's mother retreated, the whole house was empty, and the woman was left alone.

She opened a delicate box of flowers and birds under the dresser, picked up a small rattle and shook it.

Po, poo, poo –

The small beads attached to the line hit the drum surface, making a crisp and lonely sound.

"Bao'er, Bao'er, how good it would be if you were a normal child~"

The woman muttered to herself, sighed, and put the rattle back in the box, which had been shaking for a while, and put it away in the corner under the dresser.

When she got up again from the bronze mirror, the sorrow on her face was gone, and all that remained was fortitude and majesty.

The mountain wind blows clothes and long hair.

I stood on the hillside and looked at the village below.

The familiar shadow was still sitting on the stone millstone, and the thin and quiet figure could be seen through the branches and leaves of the almond tree.

The twilight was as deep as an inch, and the figure was still motionless.

Did he wait like this for two years?

Thinking of what Old Man Yu said to me before, my eyes became darker.

Long night, in this life, your mind is not complete, is it because you killed too much in the previous life? So in this life, you want to experience this chaos? In this life, what is your calamity?

The love that needs you to break off, is it the mother you haven't been waiting for?