The uncle was stopped by Minsa's words.

He froze in place, looking at Minsa with some astonishment and some gloom.

Minsa thought for a moment that he had said the wrong thing, could it be that the man in Wanling was so undignified, and a casual word annoyed him.

"What about the little girl, it is as you say." He said firmly, thinking in his heart, even the little girl in Yanzhou, just a few days after coming to Wanling, she saw that the people of Wanling were greedy and safe, and my people in Wanling did not have such a heart, isn't it even as good as a little woman!

Minsa still didn't know what he was thinking, and looked at his expression with some curiosity.

"Compared to the Yanzhou man, how is the Wanling boy?" Uncle asked.

When Minsa heard this, he instantly showed an expression that could not be compared.

Then she was worried that it would be impolite to look like this, so she put away her arrogant expression and said: "My Yanzhou warriors gallop on horseback, chivalrous and brave, and they are very valuable. Not to mention the Yanzhou warriors, even the old and weak women and children will not be cowardly for half a point. However, it is not surprising that the south of the Jiangling River is prosperous, comfortable and pleasant, and it is not surprising that the muscles and bones are lazy. ”

This time, the one who showed an appreciative look was replaced by the uncle.

He looked at the little woman's eyes behind the veil with some joy, and was shocked by her wonderful words.

She kept talking about my Yanzhou warriors, and a sense of pride and pride appeared. And when it comes to Yunling, she is unwilling to directly reveal her inner thoughts, so she makes excuses for Yunling's laziness, this little woman is really unusual.

He thought that many people couldn't understand his thoughts, and he couldn't always find people with similar interests to chat, and brave people couldn't fall in love, let alone women who didn't go out of the boudoir. I didn't expect the Yanzhou girl I met today to impress me.

Seeing the moon in the sky and the stars twinkling.

The man offered to ask, "Let's find a place to talk too?" ”

Minsa hesitated, and the man continued, "Why don't you settle for this festival with a cliché?" The man seemed to be worried that Minsa would refuse, so he added.

"Okay, I'm more interested in why you don't find someone who is destined." Minsa ignored his argument that he had finished coping with the festival, and bluntly expressed that he wanted to hear the topic that he had just avoided.

The man was amused by the little woman's heartiness, and stretched out his hand with great appreciation, and made a gesture of invitation with a gentleman.

"Where to go?"

"Double Flying Slope," the man glanced at Minsa, who was full of curiosity, "Come with me, there will be no place any later." ”

The men and women who meet each other in the square will go to the double flying slope after sunset.

This is a gently sloping hillside, and under the moonlight, there are many small and elegant rest pavilions. The pavilion is square, the corners are flying, the curves are beautiful, the pink walls are leaking windows, and the volume is light, just right for two people to be alone, and the design is quite ingenious.

Seeing that more than 100 pavilions on this slope had been occupied, the man didn't want to bother to find empty pavilions anymore, so he chose a quiet place to stop and asked Minsa, "How about we sit here?" Minsa looked around and nodded in response.

The uncle leaned against a boulder and sat down with his legs bent. Minsa also stooped down and sat down politely from him.

"Alright, let's start telling your story." Minsa is straight to the point and straight to the point.

The man was amused again for no reason: "What a strange opening, what should I say." ”

Minsa was indeed a little funny in his heart, so he also smiled and said, "Then let's repeat the previous conversation again and find out how it feels?" ”

The man continued to laugh, and the little girl filled the atmosphere with fun.

Then, as he began to rein in his emotions, he gradually quieted down, looked up at the rising moon in the sky, and stopped talking a few times.

Every year and tonight, the moon is like practice.

But the building is empty and far away, so infatuated, who do you say?

The uncle looked at Minsa meaningfully, and thought in his heart: This little girl is a Yanzhou woman, and she will set off to go back in a few days. And if you finally find a stranger to talk to, maybe after you spit it out, you can be relieved and open your heart.

"It's a long story," the uncle said to Minsa, facing Minsa, and seeing a pair of faint bright eyes flickering behind her veil, he finally decided to give himself a chance to talk.

"It's okay, then take your time."

After a long silence, the uncle spoke again and told his story: "When I was as old as you, I met a girl who was beautiful, like the moon in the sky. She is gentle, like a stream. We fell in love with each other and those days were especially happy until ......"

"Until what?"

"Until she marries my brother."

"Ahh Minsa couldn't help but exclaim, "Why? ”

"Fate." The uncle lowered his head, and the thoughts that had been buried for many years shook out, and he seemed to be a little unprepared.

"Fate? What is this ghost theory? Minsa retorted, "You don't blame her? Didn't you ask her why? ”

"Sometimes not everybody can make decisions for themselves." When the uncle said this, his expression became even heavier.

Some people are born with her fate, no matter how the middle road is taken or how many forks in the road they enter, they will still be bound by fate in the end. The scenery in those forks in the road can only become the pain of memory, he thinks in his heart.

"It's probably the princes and nobles who can't make decisions for themselves," Minsa said, "and with a noble status comes more responsibility." ”

The uncle turned to look at Minsa, a little surprised at her sensibility, and then nodded silently.

"So, are they happy? If you're happy, you shouldn't be so sad. Minsa saw the loneliness of the uncle, and wanted to comfort him.

The uncle paused, as if he wanted to say something more painful, and the reason why he said it was more painful was because he wanted to speak again and again, and clenched his fists to reveal his white joints.

After a pause, he continued: "Shortly after they got married, they both died in an accident. His voice became hoarse.

That's the more painful ending.

Indeed, her death made the lover grief more than the person she loved married someone else. And just when he couldn't accept her marrying someone else, God suddenly arranged such a cruel nightmare.

Minsa stared, teeth clenched. I was so stunned that I didn't make a sound.

"Accident?" After digesting it for a while, Minsa asked tentatively, for fear of irritating him.

The uncle silently did not reply.

Minsa suddenly didn't know what to say, she had always been able to speak well, she was everyone's pistachio, but she had never encountered such a bizarre thing, and she didn't know how to comfort the man in front of her for a while.

His broad back even trembled uncontrollably when he talked about the death of his beloved woman.

"Today's Lingxi Festival is the first time I have come here since her death." The uncle found that Minsa was a little embarrassed, and he was a little too nervous and depressed, so he said with a sigh of relief.

After speaking, he hinted in his heart that it was time for him to let go, and then broke the silence and said: "Before I came, I went to her mausoleum and told her that I plan to let go." ”

"She... How long has this been? Minsa was afraid that the words "she died" touched his scar, so he hurriedly changed his words.

"Fifteen years."

This figure once again shocked Minza.

The noble and upright man in front of him was so infatuated.

Fifteen years of time, fifteen years of loneliness, used to miss a person, how deep is the affection?

The most beautiful thing in the world is the love word, and the love word is elusive.

It is like clouds and moon, flowers and dew, seemingly embracing, but in fact they are separated.

The love word is a flower, so beautiful that it is suffocating;

Love words are medicine, so bitter that it makes people feel distressed;

Love words are poisonous, making people deeply poisonous and unconscious.

And amorous people are willing to trap themselves in love words, and would rather have heartache than a life without worry.

"I built a mausoleum for her, and I also transplanted her favorite snow tree, hoping that she would be accompanied by familiar things and not be alone." The uncle paused and said.

He said to himself, as if there was no one around him, he was just talking to himself, those memories were so painful, he also poured out for venting.

Minsa originally wanted to ask, what about your senior brother? Where is he buried? After going through this question in her head, she decided not to ask.

Seeing that he is already so sad, how can it end if he mentions the senior brother who took away his love, and then pulls out more sad things.

The uncle stopped, adjusted his mood, turned his head to look at Minsa beside him, and asked a little embarrassedly, "Scared you?" The tone was soft and humble.

To be honest, at first he said that his voice was trembling rapidly when he was excited, and Minsa really felt a little awkward. Later, he gradually brought into the scene he was talking about.

Minsa seemed to be able to see him crying for the people of Iraq every day to the flowers and the moon. So I was able to understand, understand that he had just been suppressed for too long and wanted to be vented, so he had been listening patiently.

"No," Minsa gave him an understanding smile, "Isn't it much better to say it?" ”

"yes." The uncle said, stretching the tail note a little, and stretching his waist in cooperation.

Seeing that he was really relaxed, Minsa felt happy from the bottom of his heart.

"Then you have been missing her for the past fifteen years? Today's Lingxi Festival, don't you really want to find the next fate? ”

The uncle relaxed his mind, shook his head lightly and said, "I have never met a woman like her again." ”

"Like her? Maybe you don't need a woman like her for a long time. ”

The uncle listened to Minsa's words and looked at her thoughtfully, as if he was thinking about the meaning of this sentence.

Minsa continued: "Fifteen years have passed, and you have experienced a lot, and you are no longer the same as before. The girl you like now must not be the girl she used to be. ”

"You little girl, you're not very old, and you're still full of economy when it comes to feelings." The middle-aged uncle was a little surprised by the little girl's remarks about love, but after thinking about it, it seemed that what she said made a lot of sense. After so many years, he is no longer the rich and frivolous boy he was back then.

The two talked happily, the moon has risen to the middle of the sky, the river is shallow, and the moonlight dissolves.