The twenty-fifth winter of Longqing

Jincheng, which has greeted heavy snow for several days in succession, can only be described in two words: white and cold.

For Liang Jingsheng, this winter is the coldest because she can no longer wait for the person who can give her warmth.

"Ma'am." Mo Zhu whispered through the door, and the voice was as soft as if he was afraid of something.

"Hmm." After all, when Mo Zhu didn't hear the answer for a long time and tried to push the door in, there was a response in the house.

"General......" Mo Zhu paused slightly, and then continued, "I'm about to enter the city." ”

"Oh, I see." At this time, Liang Jingsheng said a few more words. As early as a few days ago, she knew the exact date of his entry into the city, so last night, she only leaned against the head of the bed with her clothes, quietly waiting for the dawn, and only wanted to go out to pick him up as soon as possible.

Liang Jingsheng was stunned and thought hard for a while, before finally remembering what she should do at this time, she slowly turned around and looked at the mirror to sort out the makeup that she hadn't noticed for a long time. The woman is pleasing to the person, and that person is no longer there, so she is so pale and haggard in the mirror at this moment, and she is almost unrecognizable by herself when she is ugly.

As if in order to prove that the person in the mirror was really her, Liang Jingsheng reached out and touched the mirror, the cold was biting, she couldn't help but shrink a little, and then felt the chill spread from her fingertips, taking away the last trace of warmth on her body that she didn't know where to hide.

"There should always be one of us who has some blood." She muttered, and then wiped some of the already clumpy rouge on her cheeks with her bare hands. When he is around, she doesn't need rouge, and her cheeks are always rosy.

She's going to pick him up.

This time he had promised before leaving, that this would be the last time he would leave her. He said that for the rest of his life, he would accompany her to listen to the flowers bloom and fall and watch the clouds roll up. Now, he's finally back.

Liang Jingsheng opened the door, even if the sun had not fully risen, it was still a little dazzling for her who had not seen the sun for a few days, and she stretched out her hand to block it. After a cold gust of wind, she unconsciously shrunk her neck, and then, her body warmed. She looked back sharply, thinking that as soon as she turned around, she could see him as usual, and said to her in a half-taught tone: "It's so cold, you go out with so little clothing, and you are sick again and have no fruit after drinking the medicine." On the other hand, he resigned himself to fastening the strap of her cloak.

In fact, her memory is never bad, every time she deliberately forgets jì and deliberately gets cold, but she knows that if he is by her side, she will not let her be cold, she thinks that he always misses her and hangs her. In addition, she wanted to be embraced by him more than the hot cloak on his body, and his warmth was only understood by her. It's a pity that he has always been polite and unruly.

Thinking of this, Liang Jingsheng's eyes suddenly became hot. Then he stretched out his hand and wiped it, "Let's go, don't make my mother wait for a long time." ”

"Madam, the slave maid will help you tie up ...... first," Mo Lan said with some urgency behind her.

"I'll do it myself." This kind of thing, since she married him, she has never pretended to others. He came when he was there, and when he was gone, she could do it herself. With him, she couldn't bear to have someone else take his place.

Mo Lan still wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Mo Zhu, who shook his head, only handed her the umbrella in his hand, and motioned for her to support Liang Jingsheng. In recent days, the snow has been falling non-stop, as if it is also paying tribute to something.

"Mother." Liang Jingsheng saluted the old woman in front of her, but in a few days, she had been full of energy and quickly aged, this is his mother, her mother-in-law, the previous Mrs. Yongdinghou. Since receiving the news, although they live in the same compound, they rarely meet, because seeing each other will make them can't help but redden, because they have lost the man who held up for them at the same time.

"Go up, he's waiting for us to pick him up." The old lady's voice was hoarse. Liang Jingsheng didn't dare to open his mouth, but he was afraid of crying, so he only nodded fiercely.

When the carriage reached the city gate, it was not yet dawn. Liang Jingsheng's eyes were only full of white, gray and white, and then, when her legs were frozen and she was already unconscious, a touch of black appeared in her eyes, which was to bring him back to her, his coffin.

The carriage he sat in when he came, and when he returned home, Liang Jingsheng walked with it and walked with the coffin. She wanted to stay closest to him. Even if she couldn't see him for a while, as long as she knew that he was there, she had strength. From time to time, she reached out to caress the coffin, the snow was too big, she was afraid that the snow would fall thick on the coffin, and he would feel cold.

After entering the house, after the coffin lid was lifted, the old lady cried and fainted, but Liang Jingsheng had no tears. It's not that she doesn't want to cry, but she misses him too much, afraid that the tears will block his face before they fall. Looking at Fu Zhao's slightly pale face as if he had fallen asleep, Liang Jingsheng was a little lucky, fortunately it was so cold.

White flags were hung up in the house very early, and people who got the news came to the house one after another to pay respects. Most of the time, Liang Jingsheng's eyes fell on Fu Zhao, and occasionally, when the other party deliberately talked to her, Liang Jingsheng would look up, no matter who the other party was, Liang Jingsheng only felt strange. In the days without him, she felt strange even to herself.

In the days of the dead spirit, Liang Jingsheng's favorite thing is the night. Because she can sleep beside him, and look forward to his soul coming back to her. With such expectations, Liang Jingsheng always forced herself to sleep, although she always fell asleep for a short time. Most of the time, she just looked at his side face through the inextinguishable candle flame in the mourning hall, and then over and over again, like the days and nights of the past ten years of hurried together, she caressed his cheeks, from the peak of his eyebrows to his chin, until his coldness gradually spread from her fingertips to her heart, but she refused to stop. She always imagined that maybe the next moment, he would open his eyes helplessly as he had done countless times before, and then grab her cold hand because of the chaos, and hold it into her heart to warm it.

In order to preserve his body for a longer time, there was no charcoal basin in the mourning hall, and every night, Liang Jingsheng always felt a chill to the bone, and she put her hand to his mouth countless times, only hoping that he would warm her hand as before. As for his chest, she didn't dare to touch it, for fear that he would hurt, such a big wound, even if she didn't touch it, it hurt, right?

Liang Jingsheng couldn't fall asleep coldly, so he only slowly told him the words he had saved these days.

"You promised that when you come back this time, you will take me out on a trip, where should we go first? It's too cold in the north, so we might as well go south......"

"Don't be angry when you hear it, a few days ago, I secretly went out again and changed to a doctor, the doctor is said to be a miracle doctor, but his rhetoric is the same as the original doctors, always saying that I am in good health, but we have been married for so many years, why can't I conceive? If you want me to say, it must be your problem. Who made you always stay away from home, how did I give birth to a child when I was alone? ”

"You're back this time, and you're really not leaving, are you? When others reach our age, it's time for them to be grandfathers and grandmothers...... There are three unfilial pieties, but fortunately, my mother is open-minded and never blames me. Did your father reprimand you in a dream? ”

"What do you think our children will look like? Will it be like you or will it be like me? Your eyebrows are good-looking, your eyes are good-looking, your nose is straight, and your mouth is ...... Or is it like me? It's not right, it's too feminine for a male doll to have such a small mouth like me. Let's have a son like me, and another son like you, right? Blossom first and then bear fruit, and both children ......"

"They all said, I should be generous, take you a concubine, a concubine is a thing, even if you give birth to a son, it is not a big deal...... But I don't want to, you have so little time left for me, if there is one more person to divide you, then I ...... how lonely it should be."