The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The autumn rain is lonely, the rain hits the plantains, and the drizzle has been drifting for the third day.

At this time last year, on the same rainy day, my mother died tragically, and now that only a year has passed, how can I feel that there is such a long life?

Ye Juan raised his eyes and looked at the pitch-black jar offered on the incense table.

At that time, she held her mother's ashes and returned to Yefu with a bloodthirsty hatred of tarsal bones.

It's just the goodness of his nature, and he finally lets go of those who are plotting to harm him again and again.

Ye Juan supported his chin with one hand, looking at the drizzle outside the house, the sky was gray and depressingly panicked.

There was a layer of mist in his eyes for no reason, and he said to himself in his heart, and also told his mother that he would live well. Work hard and live well.

It's good enough to make the little guy look up to the height, so they don't have the guts to harm her.

Yin Yi looked at Ye Juan from a distance, such Ye Juan is rare, soft and weak, not like the old-fashioned and autumnal on weekdays, strategizing, and peaceful.

Why is it so distressing just to look at it? so distressed that I want to go up and give her a hug and borrow a shoulder.

But she couldn't do these things according to her hidden temperament, so she smashed the rare quiet Fu'an, and snorted in the direction of Ye Juan.

Fu'an sighed, with an expression of worrying aunt, straightened his clothes, and walked over.

Ye Juan felt that the only dim light was covered by a black shadow, and knew that it must be Fu'an. I can't help but feel warm.

"Miss, I don't understand how to embroider, come and teach me. Fu'an blinked his eyes and looked at Ye Juan with a look of curiosity. Motionless.

Ye Juan finally couldn't hold back, it was quite weird to be stared at for such a long time, and turned around and pointed at Fu'an's head, "Xiao Nizi has no time to stop." ”

Fu'an rubbed his head and said aggrievedly: "It is said that the brain door is blessed, if Miss flattens my forehead and loses the blessing, Fu'an will entangle Miss in the future." ”

Ye Juan smiled and was pulled to the embroidery frame by Ye Juan, and on the embroidery frame was a silk quilt with a swastika.

This is what Ye Juan was going to burn to his mother, and he originally planned to show his filial piety by himself, but Fu'an watched himself suffer and grinded for a long time, Ye Juan had no choice but to agree to be helped by Fu'an.

The slender jade fingers like mutton fat jade gently supported the material on the embroidery frame. Mother, I have never enjoyed happiness in my life. Is it useful to do this after death? Probably just a consolation for the living.

"Miss, what's wrong with you these two days? You don't speak, you don't practice calligraphy, and you don't play chess..."

"When will this rain stop?" Ye Wan said in response.

"Miss is going out?" asked Yinyi accurately grasping the meaning of Ye Wan's words.

Ye Juan nodded and said lightly: "Two days will be my mother's sacrifice day, I have to go and see her." ”

Fu'an looked at the black box on the incense table with some curiosity, and said, "Aren't we offering Madame's ashes every day.........?"

Ye Juan replied with a self-deprecating smile: "That's just a handful of soil in front of my mother's grave." If my mother can't enter the ancestral hall of Yefu, how can I bring her back to suffer. ”

Fu'an nodded in realization. Then he asked, "Is the lady's grave buried far away?"

Ye Juan thought for a while and said, "Far and not far." On the back mountain of Ankokuji Temple. Repent of the cliff edge. ”

Far is the length of the distance. Not far away, is the thought in my heart.

There is a confidant in the sea, and the end of the world is like a neighbor.

The same applies to the parting of life and death between family affection.

Fu'an closed his eyes, folded his hands and prayed, if he went to the heavens to remember Miss's filial piety, let the rain stop.

Qingyou was originally going to a nearby temple to give a lecture in the last few days, thinking that Ye Juan would definitely come in the next few days, so he pushed off the slippery road on rainy days and the difficulty of the mountain road, so he postponed the date.

For this distracting thought that came out of my heart, I meditated all day in fright.

I don't know when it began, Ye Juan became a part of his actions that he had to consider.

For example, when he heard that she was suffering in Yefu, he would be angry. For example, at this moment, he postponed his trip in order to see her.

These subconscious considerations made Qingyou a little frightened.

When did Ye Juan become a relative in his heart? or something else...

"Young master, there is news from the capital that someone seems to be investigating Miss Ye. The hermit said.

"Do you know who it is?"

"The newly promoted King of Qin, Sima Lie. "Retreat.

Qingyouhu wondered: "Is it him?"

What did an unfavored prince Cha Wan'er do? So he ordered: "Tell me to go down and send someone to protect Miss Ye." ”

"Yes. However, according to the rumors, it is only an investigation and has no other intentions. The retreat explained.

Qingyou's tone inexplicably contained a hint of anger, and replied: "Be careful." You go ahead and arrange it..."

Only Qingyou himself knew that this anger was directed at him, and as soon as he heard about Ye Juan, he was distracted, panicked, and angry that Ye Wan influenced his emotions.

Sincerity is spirituality. Sure enough, in the evening, the rain gradually stopped.

It just so happened that the things that I had planned to bring to Mo Wen were brought over this time.

Otherwise, this kid should talk again.

Ye Juan looked at Fu'an and counted the same. The corners of his mouth went up.

The carriage drove slowly out of the city to the shouts of the coachman.

Ye Zilan watched the carriage move away with a resentful expression, and turned his head to the maid and commanded a few words.

This Ye Wan ran out when he saw the sky, could it be that there was gold outside?

Otherwise, it is a secret that cannot be seen. Ye Zilan sneered, she would not let go of any detail that could bring down Ye Juan.

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late in autumn.

After the rain, the air is fresh and the mist lingers, which seems to be an ethereal dream like a fairyland.

Along the stone steps, golden ginkgo leaves are spread all over the place, and maple leaves like fire are dotted in between.

"After a while, we reached the top of the mountain. Fu'an, you bring things to Mo Wen, and Yinyi you go and tell the master. I'll go to the cliff of repentance first. Ye Juan commanded.

"But Miss," Fu'an worried. Miss is not following people, how can she rest assured?

Ye Juan soothed: "Anguo Temple is a national temple, it will be fine." ”

Fu'an was still to be persuaded, and was covered by Yinyi, this Fu'an was smart when he was smart, why was he so stupid when he was stupid?

The young lady separated the two of them, obviously wanting to be alone and talk to her mother.

Repentant over the cliff, the terrain is higher, and the clouds cover the fog and hide in the thick fog.

Ye Juan has also been to Anguo Temple several times this year, but he has never come to the cliff of regret.

It's not that I don't want to, but I'm afraid, I'm afraid that my mother will feel distressed when she sees her living carefully, and I'm afraid that my mother will be upset when she knows that she can't sleep all night in her midnight dreams.

Today is Mother's Day. She couldn't help but come.

Ye Wan knelt on the wet soil, and a chill came from his knees. Talking about what happened in the past year, some good and some bad. But overall it's much better.

For example, the chattering Fu'an is a pistachio, for example, the indifferent master is actually very distressed about people, for example, the cold hermit is very kind-hearted, such as Mo Wen......

At the end, Ye Juan muttered: Mother, you can rest assured. Juan'er will be fine. It's going to be good...

As he turned around, the tears made a graceful arc in the air and landed in the wet soil.

There was a wind whimpering, like a gentle whisper of a mother!