The cold wind has been raging for a winter, although it has begun spring, the north wind has not decreased by half a minute, it is still blowing, and the white fog is layer by layer on the clinical window. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Liu Ya was lying on her side on the bed with a brocade quilt with a lake green dark okra pattern, and was trying to support her elbows and wanted to lean against the bed railing to take a look at the scenery outside the window.

The white plums in the yard should be blooming, right?

A few days ago, the girl who was waiting for the lilac picked one and sent it in for her to see, and the white plum bud on the branch was already full as if it would break at any time.

The white plum must have opened.

Liu Ya was eager to see the white plums blooming in the courtyard, and her heart was anxious.

She was anxious, but she didn't have much strength in her hands, and her years of illness had already emptied her body.

She slipped her elbow and with a pop, she fell to the bed, motionless.

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Liu Ya slowly sat up in a drowsiness, got out of bed and walked to the facing window, which was a little far away, hidden in a white mist.

"Why can't you see it?"

Liu Ya was full of doubts in her heart, and she stumbled and ran.

The ice-patterned lattices are right in front of you, and it's coming, it's coming.

The fog around her was getting thicker and thicker, and the window lattices not far away were gradually obscured by the thick fog, and she could no longer see anything but the fog, and she stopped.

A few days ago, Liu Ya walked a few steps in the hospital despite her illness, and everyone who saw it said to her: "Aunt Liu, you will definitely get better after this winter, and you can walk around on the ground." ”

A person who has been sick for more than ten years, if he can get better, he will not be sick for so long, this truth, Liu Ya understands this truth better than anyone else. Those **** already have a premonition in their hearts, I'm afraid they won't live long.

A burst of music lingered, melodious and stirring, drifting from a distance.

Is this the joy of a wedding feast in the front yard?

How could the joy of the front yard reach the farthest courtyard of this deep house? On weekdays, even the roar of firecrackers in the front yard is impossible to transmit.

Liu Ya was overjoyed in her heart, and suddenly broke free of the white mist, her body was as light as smoke, and she exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.

Everything around her became clear before her eyes.

Liu Ya stood in the middle of the bedroom where she had lived for more than ten years, looking at the dark and light green curtains on the mahogany sour branch floor cover.

This curtain was Liu Yaqiang got off the bed in good spirits, and told the girl Lilac to rummage through the cabinet and find the best Shu brocade and root yarn to compare and choose and choose to put it on, just so that when Da Lang came to greet her, she could look at the bright colors and be more comfortable, and she would not dislike her sick mother too much.

She looked forward to it again and again, and she waited until Da Lang got married today, but she still didn't look forward to the child.

Liu Ya tilted her head and threw away what she didn't have.

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In the bedroom, there was a person lying on the golden silk nanmu bed with hollow carved ice plums, and his face was covered with black hair, and it was impossible to see who it was.

The heavy purple curtain in the hall was opened with a bang, and the big girl who was waiting for Liu Ya, Lilac, hurriedly walked into the room with the medicine.

Lilac ran to the bed and called, "Auntie." Without waiting for an answer, he quickly put the medicine bowl on the low table and reached out to caress the person on the bed.

The man on the bed was lying in the crook of Lilac's arm, and a loose green silk slid down to the sides, revealing a miserable little white face.

Lilac slowly fed the medicine with the medicine bowl, but the medicine couldn't be fed in, and the bitter and turbid medicinal soup flowed down the miserable white face little by little.

Liu Ya looked at the woman lying in the crook of Lilac's arm and sighed.

The woman on the bed is Liu Ya, the one who has been sick for more than ten years and finally died of illness.

"It's really dead." Liu Ya muttered, and then said, "Actually, it's okay to die, you can go out of this courtyard to see Da Lang, and it's a good thing to be able to see him get married with your own eyes." ”

Liu Ya became a ghost and became a spirit, with that little thought in her heart, she floated out of the courtyard all the way to the happy hall in the front yard.

She sat on the girder and looked at the big man in the hall of joy, the handsome and tall young man Langjun, the spring breeze smiled proudly, and the pear vortex on both sides of her cheeks loomed with a smile.

"Is it really like that? Odd. Liu Ya muttered suspiciously, turned around and floated out of the happy hall.

Out of the happy hall, Liu Ya was dazed and didn't know where to go.

She has been sick in bed for many years, what kind of heart has become a pool of stagnant water, and she has no interest in anything, squatting on the old white plum tree in the courtyard at this time, counting the white plum petals falling on the ground in every boring way, and looking at the lively people in the happy hall by the way.

When everyone sent the bride to the wedding room, and drunk the groom, and the sky was dark, Liu Ya went down the white plum tree to the courtyard where she lived, and after the green Xiangfei bamboo forest, she saw the vermilion courtyard gate from a distance.

In the closed courtyard gate, several servants and girls knelt in the dark.

"Why did you die, didn't you walk two steps in the yard a few days ago? Don't pick a time for this death? ”

"That's a return to the light, I said it, Aunt Liu will definitely not survive to get married to Da Langjun, no, let's die."

"But there is a happy event in this house, and if you die at this time, red and white collide, bad luck, how can this mother have to hold on until tomorrow after this happy event."

"An aunt, what's not to bump into."

"No, Da Langjun has never treated this as a mother, for so many years, but he hasn't even stepped through the gate of this courtyard once."

"Then why did the old lady come here now? I seem to have fainted from crying just now. ”

"It's Lilac crying."

"No, no, it's an old lady." In order to prove that what he said was correct, the person who was refuted followed up and said, "When the old lady entered the door, I picked the curtain, and I watched the old lady fall down crying, fainted, and fainted from crying at that time." ”

"Really, fake, an aunt, and not my own daughter."

Because the one who was sent was kneeling far away from the main house, several subordinates had the audacity to talk about the master in private.

Everyone thinks that the old lady does not drink her grandson's wedding wine, and runs to the yard of an aunt to cry, and she faints from crying, which is really a strange thing every year, and this thing is the strangest.

Liu Ya sat on the wall, bored listening to the discussions of the people, and became curious.

Why did this old lady of the Hou Mansion who eats fasting and recites Buddha and does not leave the hospital come here? Are you really crying and fainting?

Liu Yake was locked up in this courtyard as soon as she entered the Hou Mansion, except for a few subordinates who served, in the past ten years, she had never seen any of the masters in the Hou Mansion, nominally a concubine, but in fact she was just a prisoner.