Wen Jun ran at night, but then sold wine. This good story that has been passed down through the ages, Lu Qianjin has already seen it once.

Zhuo Wenjun didn't take anything with him when he left. That night, the moon and stars were scarce, and the night was as cool as water. Lu Qianjin stood there watching her leave, not saying a word from beginning to end.

When she left, Zhuo Wenjun's back paused slightly, she probably wanted to say something to her daughter, but she knew that others couldn't see her daughter, so she took it back again, and finally didn't say anything.

Lu Qianjin felt a little cold.

A pair of hands put on her shoulders, "The play is over." ”

She didn't look back, "So what?" ”

"We should go back too." He paused, and then changed his words: "The Huangmei season in Suzhou City is coming, and if you don't eat those milk powders, it will recur." ”

The daughter thought she would cry, but she laughed out loud. "What do you think......" she sniffed, "is this the time to sell cute?" ”

His hands tightened slowly, gripping her shoulders tightly. "It doesn't matter what you should do. Daughter, your body is not well yet, and staying in another time and space for a long time is not good for you. Be obedient and go back with me. ”

Zhuo Wenjun chose to go with Sima Xiangru at first, but in the end he chose to walk into the Qianjin Building alone. Those stories always end in the same way, and you think I ...... in the end."

"Shut up!" He strode up to her, his lips pursed tightly, staring at her. He looked angry, but there was a bit of a wolf in his eyes. "Don't say anything like that. How can we be like them? ”

He knew her so well that he knew what she hadn't said yet.

She pursed her lips and smiled, but said no more. Brushing off his hand, she whispered, "I've seen the woman Sima Xiangru outside, but in fact, she is not as good as Wen Jun at all." ”

After Zhuo Wenjun and Sima Xiang ran at night, they sold wine. Zhuo Wangsun felt sorry for her, so he gave her a thousand gold.

She sold wine to Zhuo's mansion because she had already figured it out early on that her father would not turn a blind eye to her. He loved her so much, and he was reluctant to let her suffer.

This was probably the best bet she had ever made, and the bet was on her father's paternal love.

It's just that there are losses and wins in the casino, and she walked into this gambling game for Sima Xiangru, and it was because of him that she lost all the games in the end.

A roll of bamboo slips came from thousands of miles, and he wrote "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight / ninety million million" on it, so many words, but there was no memory she wanted.

I have no memory of my wife.

Zhuo Wenjun sat in front of the window, looking at the familiar handwriting, and couldn't help but smile sarcastically and self-deprecatingly.

It turned out to be true, she thought she had escaped that prediction, but it wasn't. After many years, Lu Qianjin's sentence of taking a concubine finally came to her through a lot of time.

He is going to take a concubine.

I heard that the woman was born beautifully, but she was already getting old.

As night fell, she heard the evening breeze blowing through the treetops outside the window, and when she closed her eyes, tears quickly rolled down her cheeks.

There was a sound behind him, and the door was pushed open and closed.

The footsteps were subtle, mixed with the sound of clothes rubbing.

Zhuo Wenjun smiled: "You are here." ”

"Yes." Lu Qianjin slowly walked over to her and sat down, "I'm here." ”

She was still wearing the light cyan curl robe, and she raised her hand to hand over something. Zhuo Wenjun looked down and saw that it was a pen. It was full of ink, as if it was about to fall in the next moment.

"Do what?"

"At this point, you probably want to write something." Lu Qianjin looked at her gently, with a shallow relief in her eyes.

Sima Xiangsi wrote a letter of concubine, tolerating it or not, and always writing a letter back to him.

Zhuo Wenjun took it.

I don't know when it will be on the table, but the bamboo slips have been prepared. She held up the pen and wrote it down lightly on the bamboo slip.

It turned out that after a "Farewell Book" was written, it turned out to be so short and urgent. It's too late for her to remember the first half of her life.

Before the ink dried, she blew lightly on the bamboo slip, and then asked softly, "How to write the word repentance?" ”

"I've already sued you, but you won't write it." As early as the very beginning of this qiē, she had already sued Zhuo Wenjun for the final outcome of a qiē.

It's a pity that she is more willing to believe in herself than fate.

"Actually, that's fine. Jinshui soup soup, with Jun Changjue! [1] People in the world always like to pin the fate of women on men, but they don't know that any love is unreliable. Only oneself is one's own reliance. ”

Zhuo Wenjun seemed to have figured it out, looking at Lu Qianjin with numb calmness and sobriety in his eyes. This is the look that only true despair can have.

"Well said." She stretched out her hand to straighten her hair, "Wenjun, do you want to leave?" Forever and ever. ”

"What do you mean?"

"There are many things in this world that you can't imagine. For example, there is a golden building in the world, as long as you exchange it with two years of life, it will fulfill one of your wishes. Including birth, old age, sickness and death, love and hatred. What you can't do, it can be done, do you want to go to that place? ”

Sima Acacia was drunk.

He staggered out of the house with a wine jug, and saw the bright moon in the sky, all quiet and clear.

The breeze blows with a slight floral scent.

He felt that he might have really drunk a little too much, otherwise how could he see the back of a woman in front of the flowers not far away.

Thinking it was a hallucination, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he found that she was still there.

The breeze ruffled her clothes, and her waist/limbs looked slender and soft. Sima Xiangru wanted to see her face......

As if hearing the words in his heart, the back slowly turned around.

That face was almost beautiful under the moon. Empress Chen, who is known as a stunning woman, once asked him to write "Nagato Fu", in which he tried his best to describe the beauty of Empress Chen. But compared with the woman in front of her, Queen Chen's face was very faint at this moment.

The woman's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and she walked expressionlessly, but the moonlight seemed to fall all under her eyes, even if it was cold, it was still tempting.

"You ......," he felt his breath a little short, "who are you?" ”

Her voice was like a clear spring hitting the jade, making a clear and moving voice: "I heard that Lord Sima has a thousand words, and the people's daughter has a small word of gold, and she is a close friend of Mrs. Sima's boudoir. ”

Mrs. Sima? Sima Xiangru was stunned, and his eyes became a little clearer: "Do you know Wen Jun?" ”

Qianjin didn't answer again, only raised her hand and took out a roll of bamboo slips from her sleeve and handed it to him: "Hongyan is difficult to trust, I came to Maoling today, and when my wife heard the news, she specially asked me to send a reply book." ”

The moonlight that night was too hazy, and every qiē was blurred. So Sima Xiangru never thought about why Zhuo Wenjun's reply came so quickly.

He took the bamboo slip in a trance, and when he didn't come, he was looking forward to her reply. But when it really came to him, he was a little timid again.

What will Wen Jun write in this? Will she allow herself to take a concubine? Or will you be disappointed in yourself?

She must ...... Would agree...... After so many years, she has always been very supportive of what she does.

Seeing that he was holding the bamboo slip and not opening it, Qianjin asked, "Don't you open it and take a look?" ”

Sima Xiangru untied the bamboo slip and gently spread it out. The moonlight shone dimly, but the handwriting was clear.

"Work hard to add food, don't miss the concubine, Jinshui soup soup, and Jun Changjue!"

Seeing the last sentence, Sima Xiangru felt that his eyes had become dry and painful. Who raised the knife and cut the flesh and blood in his heart at once, silently dripping with blood.

"She ......" Sima Xiangru couldn't speak, he couldn't say a word.

The daughter said for him: "This is what she wants, and this may be a better ending between you." Without further ado, she turned and walked out.

"Where is Wen Jun! I want to talk to Wenjun! ”

She didn't stop: "I took her away, you have to think about what you want." Maybe one day, she will come back. ”

It's just that those who came back may not be the real Zhuo Wenjun anymore.

Lu Qianjin really took Zhuo Wenjun away, that was what she wanted.

Zhuo Wenjun's life is one of the few decades. It was as hot as a flame, and it was light and painful.

She gave up the life of Jade Leaf and Golden Branch, just because the song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" moved her. So she traveled thousands of miles to leave with him, but in the end, she got such a result.

The first time she saw him, she felt that he was the dragon and phoenix among people. Because she loved him, she bet all her treasures on him.

However, when he finally achieved fame, he wanted to make the brief parting permanent.

Color decay loves relaxation. He still remembers the past, but he has forgotten the heart of the original relationship.

Zhao Huanli didn't know when to follow her, they walked all the way, crushing the moonlight on the ground.

"Zhuo Wenjun wrote this "Farewell Book", the original intention was not to say goodbye, but to let him turn back."

"You're wrong. What "Farewell Book" wants to express is farewell, even if he is really called back, this relationship has already deteriorated, what is the value of her? Lu Qianjin raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky, the moon was as bright as before, and it had not changed for thousands of years. It's just that this trick is not the same word, and the other is not Sima Xiangru, but himself. ”

In fact, when Zhuo Wenjun saw the family letter, he had already made all the decisions. She has always been a very assertive woman, and no one can shake her decision.

The moment she saw it, she may have understood that love has been lost and the past has become smoke. She should have left, while the love of the year had not completely dissolved.

Lu Qianjin still remembers that when she was sent to Qianjin Building, she mourned more than her heart: "Actually, I should have left a long time ago." When he refused to come back after years of absence, and even when the letters at home were getting dwindling, I should have left. It's okay for him to take a concubine, but I don't want to be a woman in the back house who is intriguing for her husband, so I'm leaving. Lord Lu, without him, I will only live better, right? ”

Yes, every qiē will be erased by time, and the strong love, if you don't see each other, you will only recall a vague past.

That's how life is.