"It's really delicious, I've never seen such a way to drink it in the past, my aunt really has a way. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" I took a sip, put down the teacup, and complimented my aunt. The tea is delicious, but my current complicated state of mind has wasted its precious elegance in vain.

Xu saw that I was a little worried, and after sitting for a while, my uncle said to take me out for a walk to eat. I obediently followed him, all the way through the hall, and walked back to the west wing courtyard where my mother was young and where I now live. The moonlight sprinkled on the small courtyard like water, and the dense branches and leaves of the apricot trees seemed to be wrapped in a layer of silver ash, and the green apricots were dotted, swaying in the breeze. The swing frame next to the apricot tree is lonely like a child who has been abandoned by its owner for many years, and the weeds and wildflowers are flourishing under the shelf. I can't imagine the girl swinging under the apricot blossom tree, whether it was as bright as a flower, whether there was laughter like a bell. The mother in my memory will always be quiet, and when I think about it now, it is a lonely sadness like death.

My uncle's eyes fell on the swing frame with me: "When your mother was young, her favorite thing was to swing under the almond blossom tree in the spring. His words paused for a moment, as if he was a little apologetic: "No one has sat in years, and Frost doesn't like this." Call the gardener tomorrow to fix it, and you can sit when you have time. ”

In the apricot blossom tree in spring, my mother sat below, and the pink and white apricot petals must have fallen on her shoulders. I wanted to say that I didn't need to, I had never swung on a swing since I was a child, and my mother never mentioned to me her memories of the swing frame when she was young, or rather, my mother's past seemed to be a blank in her memory that had been erased, and she was buried behind her with her displacement. But I only opened my lips gently, swallowed back the sad words, and quietly followed behind my uncle, continuing to listen to his reminiscences.

Fourteen years ago, my grandmother fell ill and the family invited a doctor to come to see her every day. Coincidentally, my mother Jiangyun Lian has lost her appetite and often feels dizzy recently, so she asked a doctor to call the pulse together, and as a result, this pulse turned out to be a happy pulse. Immediately set off an uproar in the General's Mansion, the grandfather was furious, and the mother had secretly married before she got married, sweeping away the face of the Shen family, and insulting the ancestral style of the ancestors of the generations. But no matter how the grandfather beats him, the mother is always reluctant to say who did the fetus in the womb. In a fit of rage, despite his grandmother's pleading, his grandfather immediately severed the father-daughter relationship with his mother, and sent the housekeeper to find her a distant family affair, but he was not allowed to mention who the foreign family was, where his home was, and he would never see each other again for the rest of his life. coincided with Su Fuquan coming to Kyoto to do business, this Su Fuquan was greedy for his mother's beauty, and mistakenly thought that his mother was the daughter of the middle of the family, so he hurriedly married Su Yang without asking. When my uncle came back from the war, it was too late.

This farewell is 14 years. My grandmother always washed her face with tears because she missed her daughter all day long, and died a few years later with regrets. Although my grandfather didn't mention it, he must have regretted it in his heart, and his hair turned gray early. In the past, the "Dingguo General", who was terrified of the enemy army, was already lingering on the sickbed in the year of the sixtieth year. It wasn't until last month that my uncle, who was stationed at the frontier, received a letter from home, knowing that his grandfather's days were numbered, and that he finally wanted to see his daughter and the child in her womb before he died. So, my uncle Su Yang unsuccessfully searched for me, and according to the clues left by Aunt Kang before committing suicide, he led to the search in Weizhou City.

"Chen'er, did your mother tell you about your background?" My uncle asked me suddenly.

I looked up at my uncle and shook my head very calmly: "My mother didn't say it, if my uncle knows, please inform Chen'er." ”

Uncle sighed softly, the moonlight shone softly, leaving a faint sad shadow on the side of his handsome face, and his eyes were still as sharp and bright as a falcon in the soft moonlight at this moment, like a cold cold light. He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Your mother would rather be kicked out of the house by your grandfather than reveal half a point, Shen Xiu grew up with her since she was a child, and she is closer than me, who is an elder brother, and she also said that she doesn't know the inside story, it seems that your mother is determined to seal this secret." Did she leave anything for you before leaving? ”

I lowered my head and pondered for a moment, my mother looked soft as water, but in fact, she had the fortitude and tenacity of the tiger girl in her bones, even when she was seriously ill and unconscious, she never revealed any clues. My background gave her a mark of shame, but she still gave me all her love, without the slightest resentment, and perhaps, I can think that she was willing. But why did she hide it from me? Is it out of my protection, or is there something else that is hard to say? She left me a guqin and a purple hosta, but as far as I know, she took it out of the house when she left home, and later lost it when I was trafficked, leaving only the purple hosta.

My uncle also confirmed that the guqin was no different, and I took the purple hosta from the bun and gave it to him. The moonlight was a little misty, and we didn't really see it, so we moved to the study again. Under the lamp, he held on to the hairpin and repeatedly identified it for a long time, and returned it to me with some doubts: "When your mother was at home, although there were many ornaments, she often wore only one or two, but I have never seen this purple hosta in my impression." When she left home, most of the ornaments were not taken away, and this hairpin is not a particularly valuable thing, since she left it to you in the end, there must be her reason, you can keep it well. ”

I nodded yes. After sitting for a while, the night was getting dark, and my uncle got up and left, telling me to rest early, but I was afraid that these days would be harder.

Sure enough, my grandfather passed away that night, and when he was dying, he put my hand in my uncle's hand, and closed his eyes with a cloudy tear slowly falling from the corner of his eye. Heaven and earth are still chaotic and gray, and the suppressed sorrow in the Dingguo Mansion is like an ancient trumpet, piercing the gloom before dawn.

The next day, the palace came to the imperial decree, the general of the country of the country of the whole life of the heart of the horse, loyal to the monarch and patriotic, the emperor was deeply saddened, posthumously named it as the benevolent and righteous Dingguohou, three days later out of the funeral, the emperor will come in person to send a send, in order to show the grace of the king.

On the day of the funeral, the people along the street in Chao'an City took the initiative to hang the white veil, because my Great Zhou Emperor Yuwen Chengtai also wanted to come in person, therefore, there were officers and soldiers on both sides of the street, and many old people had to kneel far away for their grandfather to say goodbye with tears. My uncle and brother Xuan led the coffin with a crying stick and a soul-attracting flag, and my aunt, Sister Rushuang and other female relatives followed him in a carriage.

The carriage and horses traveled all the way to the east of the city, and the cemetery of my grandfather was built according to the imperial tomb, which means that he will always accompany the king after death. The cemetery occupies about half of the mountain, and the lush holly trees wind far from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, and the mausoleum is made of white jade. Since my grandmother had been buried a few years ago, according to her habits during her lifetime, there are carved Buddha statues of different shapes every few steps on both sides of the mausoleum corridor. My grandmother is the daughter of the late King Cheng of our dynasty, and Yuwen Chengtai still has to call her aunt and grandmother. She was buried here with her grandfather, not only accompanying her husband, but also looking up to her relatives from afar.