Mu Yu'er was greedy for fun, and picked up two paper money in his hand, Shang Xuesleeve said angrily: "It's about to be lost, it's not a good thing." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Mu Yu'er reluctantly threw it on the ground, raised his head and said softly: "I know, but grandpa often picks it up and starts the fire, this thing is easy to burn." ”

Shang Xuesleeve couldn't help but smile, and the sorrow in his heart was diluted.

She knew that the funeral that caused the people to watch was "her own" funeral.

The ancients said that when she died, she knew that everything was empty, and she could be regarded as having died once, and she really had a feeling that everything was empty.

This is the honor behind her, since it is believed that she is dead, then it is thought that she was burned in the fire...... It's just a well-dressed mound, and it's worth such a position.

At this time, the wind rose, and the paper money was fluttering all over the sky, and she couldn't help but be stunned, so she turned back again.

Here in Shang Xue's sleeves, I can't see Liancheng Palace, but the past, just like this gust of wind, blew over, those incomparably sweet, once made her get the fulfillment of this life, she has never regretted it until now......

She can't regret it either.

Even if that short period of consummation is followed by every loss that she cannot afford, it cannot be denied and overturned.

Mu Yu'er tugged at her shirt and said, "Auntie, the front guard of honor has passed, we can go out of the city." ”

Her eyes were slightly hot, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she reached out and brushed her hair, wiped away the tears by the way, and said softly in her heart: "Farewell, Ah Yu." ”

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Shang Xue's sleeves only brought some coils, even if these were accumulated by the old temple for many years, not to mention using them to hire a car, even if it was food and accommodation along the way, it might not be enough.

She and Mu Yu'er waited outside the west gate for a long time before they waited for a caravan to the west, willing to take them to Shaanzhou.

This is naturally not all without a price, Shang Xuesleeve has to help the caravan people cook and wash laundry during the journey, but to be able to sit in the carriage and provide food and accommodation, Shang Xuesleeve knows that this is already very much taken care of.

Mu Yu'er quietly nibbled on the baked cakes, and suddenly looked up and said, "Auntie, why did you go to Shaanzhou?" ”

Shang Xuesleeve and he were not qualified to sit in the carriage, and there was a wooden plank more than a foot wide behind the carriage, and they sat on it.

She dragged Mu Yu'er back, watched a burst of dust stir up under the wheels, and put away the baked cakes in Mu Yu'er's hand, and said, "Stop the car and eat it again after a while, won't you have to eat a stomach of dust?" ”

She watched the road retreat under the wheels, and the Yingwu Gate was getting farther and farther away, and said a little abruptly: "Auntie's master...... Over there. I've only heard about it, and I don't know if I'll be able to find him. ”

Mu Yu'er wondered: "Auntie's master? What did my aunt study? ”

Shang Xuesleeve stopped talking.

She thought that what she had learned was the most beautiful and magnificent thing in the world.

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The caravan is moving slowly, and it has been a few days since it left Beijing, and it is still far away from Shaanzhou.

The road was not very smooth, and the bumps in the car, Mu Yu'er held Shang Xue's arm.

Shang Xuesleeve felt his little concern, so he lowered his head and smiled.

Mu Yu'er looked up at her crooked eyes, and what he liked most was his aunt's eyes, like the kind of glass marbles he had seen in other children.

She often droops her eyes, but when she seriously looks at people, she exudes brilliance, obviously black and white, but there seem to be many other colors, so that he can't take his eyes off.

Although she doesn't take care of her appearance on weekdays, Mu Yu'er knows why, and he is not small, which will save a lot of trouble.

But my aunt is particular about other places, for example, even if she is embarrassed, she will take a little green salt to wipe her teeth.

Now she took him on the road, and she would wipe him every day, and if he bared his teeth and was naughty, his aunt would bend her slender and good-looking fingers and chisel a chestnut on his head.

He also knew his aunt's secret, when he was still in the temple, one night he got up to pee, and saw his aunt's body bent back and arched, almost bent into a fold, under the reflection of the moonlight, that arc was like the jade belt bridge on the Jing River, so beautiful, as if it was really an arch bridge, and as if because of her existence, there was moonlight and water waves in a little big place under her.

He later thought, how could my aunt do that? I also tried it secretly, but I lay on the ground with a buttocks, and my head hurt.

What's even more humiliating is that this was all seen by my aunt.

There was a rare smile in her eyes at that time, and he suddenly felt that it was nothing if this made her a little happier.

Until now, every night after finishing the caravan's work, she would still look for a secluded place, but the two of them had a common secret from that time, and her aunt would let him watch it for help, and let someone know when it came.

Mu Yu'er thought like this, his eyelids drooped, Shang Xuesleeve smiled, let him fall on his lap, one hand pressed him tightly, for fear that he would roll under the car.

She herself stretched out her hand, looking at the thin calluses on her hands.

This is not the grinding of the work for the caravan during this period of time, in the cold palace days, the daily washing and washing are done by themselves, and there is no moisturizing ointment, so it is natural to have a cocoon.

If Mu Yu'er was still awake at this moment, it would be even more dazzling to see Shang Xue's wrists and fingers flexibly doing various postures, but Shang Xuesleeve knew that even if these efforts were not left behind, her most important thing and the most important thing for a female singer would never be recovered.

After hearing her voice for the first time, she cried heartbreakingly, and it was dark.

Shang Xuesleeve is not untried.

While resting on the way, she sought a secluded wood, trying to make a sound.

Even Xu Zhi's voice, she had tried, but the small voice that the sixth master finally admitted and evaluated in that prison "sound like a flower" disappeared without a trace.

Shang Xuesleeve and Master Gu learned to practice their voices, and they also understood that even if she used her qi as usual, her voice was bad, and she even spoke completely differently from before on weekdays, let alone a small voice.

Such a fire and smoke and dust, not suffocating inside, and her life remained, it was already a gift from God.

The caravan set out from Shangjing and brought goods from the central and southern regions, wagons of cotton cloth, tea, medicines, etc., to the northwest, and then sold furs, dried meat, felt mats, carpets, and other things, and it would take several months to come and go.

Shang Xuesleeve and Mu Yu'er followed the caravan to Huoshan Town, and they had mixed feelings for a while.

The worm does not grow old

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