A.D. 1636, the ninth year of Chongzhen, Hanfu. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Han Zongcheng knelt silently in front of the coffin, staring blankly at the tablet on the table, his eyes were scattered, and his face was expressionless. It is as if the whole person has lost his senses of hearing, touch and smell. The automatically generated barrier cut off everything, and he didn't seem to be able to see the people who came to mourn one after another, and the busy subordinates.

He seemed to have made himself insensitous in this vague way, and his wife, Rory, knelt reverently to the side, her face covered by a white filial cloth was worried, and she was faintly angry with a sense of worry and fear in her heart when she saw him in such a calm manner.

While repeating the action of throwing the paper into the brazier, she watched Han Zongcheng's every move intently, bit her lower lip silently, and lowered her eyelids slightly, hoping that he would not disappoint everyone, return to normal on his own, and be as radiant as before.

"What......?" Wang Wei stared at Han Zongcheng who was standing in the room in disbelief, feeling that she must be dizzy and confused, so she waved her hand and motioned for him to sit down quickly, and stop talking nonsense.

Han Zongcheng looked at his mother's puzzled and surprised expression, knowing that there was no tacit understanding between them about this matter, he took step-by-step measures and gradually guided. He slowly raised his heavy eyelids, looked at Wang Wei who was sitting on the high hall with blazing eyes, spoke very calmly, and said again: "Mother, the child has decided to wish for the ordination......

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wang Wei, she slapped the table angrily, and said in a fierce voice: "Do you want to wish for the ordination?" Have you ever thought about my feelings? She pounded one hand on her chest in pain, trembled unconsciously, and pointed to the woman who was sitting silently in the hall with her head down: "Are you worthy of your wife?" How do I face my fathers and fathers? ”

Han Zongcheng hung his fingers tightly on his waist, slowly turned his head to look at his wife without any accusation, his thin crimson lips moved slightly, and he still didn't say a word after all.

The black pupils turned, and his expression suddenly became dark, looking at her with complicated eyes, guilt, reluctance, even he didn't know what it was like, in this choice, he gave up her after all. The throat swallowed unconsciously, sour and uncomfortable, as if the chest was pressed by a thousand pounds of stones, and I couldn't breathe.

The endless pursuit of one thing comes from human nature and the other comes from pain. Han Zongcheng slowly closed his eyes, yes, he ran away, wanting to completely escape from this abyss of pain.

Hearing this, Luo Rui's black pupils moved, blinked his eyes, and only after a moment did he slowly raise his head, his misty eyes staring at Han Zongcheng with a complicated expression. Folded on his legs, the white jade-like fingers holding the handkerchief tightened, and the corners of his mouth pulled slightly, evoking a far-fetched smile.

Her demeanor was as eye-catching as ever, and Han Zongcheng avoided her gaze and lowered her eyelids slightly. She didn't interrogate like other women, nor did she make harsh accusations, she didn't say a word, she was quiet as if nothing had happened, but the eyes that looked at him made her feel embarrassed.

The feeling of guilt was like a vine, quickly breaking through the ground, winding around his heart, as if it was about to burst and die in the next moment.

He blinked, let out a long sigh of relief, looked away, stopped looking at her, and forced himself out of the center of the whirlpool of churning boiling water. He gritted his teeth, lifted the hem of his clothes and knelt down, slowly raised his eyelids, and his black and white eyes showed a determined look: "I'm sorry, mother!" He said in a choked voice.

When Wang Wei heard this, she slapped her face on the table, her old face was embedded with an angry, unbelievable expression, the blue and white tea cup was shaken slightly, she coughed excitedly, her rough fingers covered her chest with spots, and said bitterly: "Does it really have to be like this?" Are you really willing to give up this family ......? ”

Tears rolled down her wrinkled face, she sniffed and continued to ask, "...... your mother, wife, and children?" ”

Han Zongcheng made a kowtow to her silently, flowing smoothly, and he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

The mist in his eyes could no longer flow out uncontrollably, and Rory bit his lower lip fiercely, suppressing the already surging emotions and preventing himself from making a sound. She pinched the handkerchief and secretly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, not wanting anyone to worry.

The air around her was oppressive, I don't know how long it took, Wang Wei blinked her cloudy eyes, sighed embarrassedly, her straight back was bent down, she slowly stood up, turned around and left on crutches, walked to the edge of the embroidery screen, paused, twisted her head slightly, stared closely at Han Zongcheng, who was still maintaining the posture just now, a complicated smile pulled out at the corner of her mouth, and said: "You are no longer the child who still needs to be educated by his parents, there are some things I can't control, I can't control you anymore, you ...... yourself Make a decision! ”

Her tone was steady and indifferent, but there was an indescribable sadness, and the sad tone was repeated, and the echo rumbled in her head, stinging her ears.

Han Zongcheng was shocked, listening to the footsteps of Wang Wei leaving, and the joy after not succeeding in persuasion, countless acid bubbles appeared on the tip of his heart, and he only felt extremely sad.

He slowly raised his head, and suddenly knelt on the ground weakly, as if he had lost his soul, and looked at a certain place with a dull gaze.

The frames of the picture just now appeared in his mind repeatedly, and the heart that had become erratic after a heavy knock gradually became calm, and he stayed quietly in the hall.

Han Zongcheng was in a trance, and he felt the scorching temperature on his shoulder, which pulled his thoughts back.

He slowly raised his head, blinked his sour eyes, and his sloppy gaze gradually condensed, staring intently at Rory bathed in the sun. Her white jade-like fingertips poked out of the sleeves embroidered with delicate bamboo leaves, stretched out in front of him, and her voice was gentle and pleasant: "Get up......

Looking at her watery look, Han Zongfu pursed his lips, not knowing how to justify, because this kind of behavior was more heavy than humiliating him, as if he was stabbing him in the heart with a short knife.

The mentality of evasion that had accumulated for a long time hit him like a drizzle, although it didn't use much force, but it had already soaked himself inside and out, omnipresent, and it was impossible for him to turn a blind eye. Because it is impossible to estimate whether it is unstoppable or insignificant.

Han Zongcheng slowly shook his head, abandoning distracting thoughts, Han Zongcheng slowly stretched out his hand, held her delicate fingertips, and smiled gently at her, warming people's hearts like a spring breeze.