He walked in through the door, one step at a time. In the sound of silk and bamboo, his slight footsteps were inaudible.

But that sound seemed to hit her heart and became the most beautiful note she had ever heard.

His gaze was so gentle, and his face was so handsome. Even the way he walks can see his style.

My father said that he was Sima Xiangru, a famous literati in the world. She was full of curiosity about him, until the moment she saw him behind the screen, it turned into longing.

There was a warm touch from behind her, and a hand covered her eyes, cutting off her vision.

This situation has happened too many times, and she has already changed from panic at the beginning to indifference.

She didn't move, only asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?" ”

"Nothing." Lu Qianjin sighed silently in her heart, slowly withdrew her hand and pulled it into her wide sleeves.

Zhuo Wenjun turned to look at her, she was wearing a light cyan curved robe, her shirt seemed to be a little bigger, and her wide sleeves hung empty on her arms. I still remember when I first saw her, she was clearly a little beautiful. Over the years, they have come and gone, but each time they are thinner than before.

And today, he has lost so much weight. The wide clothes can't wrap her, and the weak clothes make people feel that she will go with the wind in the next moment.

She probably has something sad too, otherwise she wouldn't be lonely like this.

Zhuo Wenjun had a vague guess, she felt that Lu Qianjin did not come alone, and when she disappeared, she might just go to meet with another person.

It's just that the person never appeared, and it's just a conjecture.

Zhuo Wenjun said: "You seem to have lost a lot of weight recently. ”

Lu Qianjin didn't answer this and glanced out. Sima Xiangru has already sat down, and sure enough, he is a man who can make the daughter of the family elope with him with a song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", even if he is poor now, sitting there, he still looks noble and self-conscious.

"When you see him, your eyes are still so bright." She said slowly, "It turns out that even if you know the ending, you still want to get close to him. ”

Zhuo Wenjun looked at her quietly.

She asked, "What do you want to say?" ”

Even if she has been married once, her eyes are still clear and clean, and she is still childish/innocent and persistent. The death of her husband did not take away the bravery in her bones.

"You already expected that I would meet him, even...... I like him......" When she said the word "like", her face was slightly red.

"I expected the rest, why didn't you say it?"

"I'd like to give it a try." She was so stubborn, "I treat him wholeheartedly, I don't live up to him, how can he be willing to hurt me?" ”

"Is it......" Lu Qianjin's voice was low. Her eyes were lowered, and her pale face looked particularly beautiful, but there was a different kind of desolation. "Now that you've decided, you can go on your own."

After all, life is her own, and the choice can only come to her.

In fact, in the final analysis, what Zhuo Wenjun believes is not limited to Sima Xiangru?

When the flame in her heart rises, she prefers to believe in herself.

Zhuo Wenjun cautiously poked his head out from behind the screen, in her eyes, among so many literati, he was the most dazzling one. The demeanor is elegant and the conversation is reasonable.

Probably because the moment he walked in, her heart swayed, so at this moment, he has become a perfect model in her heart.

After many years, the world has been tormented. Zhuo Wenjun still remembers this sunny afternoon, he came to her with a clean and clear light, and never left.

He heard his father say at the table: "I have heard that Changqing is excellent at the piano......

Zhuo Wenjun couldn't really hear the words in the back, as if someone was beating a drum in her ear, and it rumbled like that.

Changqing.

It turned out that he was a long word.

Biting between the lips and teeth, the entanglement and charm come to the face.

She clasped the screen tightly, not knowing what her father had said to him, but the maidservant had already taken the harp.

Sima Xiangru lifted his robe and got up, stepped forward and sat down in front of the piano platform.

His ten fingers were slender and white, caressing gently against the strings, but they did not immediately begin to play.

Zhuo Wenjun only thought that he hadn't thought about what song to play, but in the next moment, he saw him raise his head and look at him.

The moment he met his eyes, Zhuo Wenjun was almost unsteady on his feet.

He curled his lips at her, and then lowered his head as if nothing had happened, and plucked the strings.

The fingertips are lightly picked, and the sound of the piano lingers in the ears like gurgling water, tactfully endlessly.

“…… There are beautiful ladies in the boudoir, and the room is poisonous to my intestines. What is the fate of the friendship / the neck is a mandarin duck, and the beard and the cheeks soar together ......"[1]

Zhuo Wenjun almost blushed when he heard this.

Is he expressing his heart to himself? Feng Qiuhuang, is he begging her?

It must be like this.

She thought she understood his sound.

On that day, the guests were happy, but the happiest was Zhuo Wenjun. She felt that she had found someone she could trust for the rest of her life.

She found her father that night, and she was so happy that she wanted to marry that man. She felt that her father would also like the person she fancied, not to mention that he praised his talent like that.

So in her estimates, there was no father who disagreed with this possibility.

But my father dropped the teacup at that time and was furious: "It's nonsense! ”

The hot tea splashed her skirt, and the maidservant behind her fell to her knees in fright, and had to step forward to wipe the tea on her skirt for her.

She stood there, not frightened, but incredulous: "Dad! Daughter didn't mess around! ”

"You are my daughter, how can you marry a man who has nothing?"

How can he say that he has nothing? Could it be that his father's praise for his talent turned out to be fake? "How could he have nothing? Fang Cai's father also praised him for being full of economy! ”

"It's true that you are talented, but you can't worry about food and clothing. He is already barely on his own, how can he take care of you? Wenjun, you are the daughter of the Zhuo family! You just don't marry for the rest of your life, and your father can afford to support you! But you can't be wronged to live a hard life. ”

Zhuo Wangsun thought that his daughter was going to marry that poor man who had nothing but talent and learning, and felt heartache.

The daughter who was raised by her thousands of pets, and the jade leaves and golden branches are not as good as her. She is the jewel of his palm, and he loves her like a treasure.

How can you hand her over casually?

The last incident had made him regret his mistakes, and this time he couldn't repeat the mistakes of the past.

Zhuo Wenjun was so stubborn that he refused to listen: "Even if it is a hard life, it is my daughter's own." When I say today that I want to marry him, I say that I want to marry him, and no one can make me change my mind. ”

"If you marry him, I won't give you a single copper coin! so that you may see if you can live a hard life. ”

"If others can live, so can I!" She stepped back step by step, "Just treat your daughter as unfilial." ”

With that, she turned and ran out. There was actually nothing outside the door, but she felt that the tomorrow she had chosen was very bright.

Sima Xiangru stayed at Zhuo's house, she ran all the way to the guest room, ignored the obstruction of the servants, crossed them, and finally pushed open the door of the guest room.

That night the moon was sparse. Sima Xiangru was reading by the light, and when he was in the mood to watch, he heard a noisy sound outside.

Because he didn't care about it in someone else's house.

After a while, he heard a commotion coming towards the door of his room. The next moment, the door had been pushed open.

He turned his head in astonishment, only to see the girl he saw in the day/day standing panting at the door. Xu ran all the way, her hair bun was a little loose, her steps were crumbling, and the pearl that fell below was swaying. The expression on her face was a little cramped, but she was still delicate, and even had an indomitable loneliness in her eyes.

"I heard your tune." She paused before speaking.

"Shut up!" Her father hurried over and grabbed her arm with all his might, his face terrible. "Come back to the house with me!"

"Dad, please follow me this time, just beg you as a daughter!" Zhuo Wenjun clasped the door frame and was reluctant to leave. She looked at Sima Xiangru, who was already walking towards her, the candlelight seemed to gild him with a better color, and he came step by step, in her eyes, like a lotus.

He had already walked in front of him, and Zhuo Wenjun realized that his body was so tall. A simple and light yì can take away all your attention.

His thin lips lightly opened: "Miss Zhuo, visit ...... late at night"

"I just wanted to ask you!" She couldn't wait for him to speak slowly, and said quickly: "You played a song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" today, do you want to ask me?" ”

might as well ask her so bluntly, Sima Xiangru was stunned: "Miss Zhuo......"

"Is that so?" She looked up at him, her eyes full of anticipation, the light too hot and burning.

In her gaze, he involuntarily nodded: "Yes." ”

She smiled with relief.

Father must have been disappointed, and he had slowly let go of her.

She looked at him with a smile, and in this moment she only looked at him. She stretched out her hand towards him, for a moment she didn't think about etiquette and rumors, all she thought about was being able to hold the palm of the man in front of her.

"Now that you've begged for it, take me away."

Sima Xiangru looked at her white/tender fingertips, and took a long time before taking a deep breath, reaching out and slowly holding hers.

At this moment, he probably held all the joy from now on.

In fact, at first, he didn't think that he could really have her. It's just that the glance between the four eyes is too fascinating, and she is dizzyingly beautiful. The ghost sent the gods, and he played a song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix". Even if you can't ask for it, you want her to hear it.

But unexpectedly, she came through the night, with all the light and beauty, and whispered that he had begged her.

Zhuo Wenjun said softly: "Let's go, let's leave immediately." ”

He didn't say yes immediately, just looked at his father on the side.

The father seemed to be really hurt by her, his face was gloomy, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Wenjun, you have thought about it." If you go with him, you will never be able to return to the Zhuo family. If you don't listen to me, no matter how hard you will live in the future, don't go back to the Zhuo family to ask for a penny. You just regret it, and there's no way back. ”

Zhuo Wenjun was arrogant and didn't let his eyebrows: "Dad, don't worry, I will never regret it." ”