The deep courtyard is quiet, and the small courtyard is empty. A wisp of ghosts, a wisp of wind. In the end, it is a deep love and longevity, a thousand resentments, all kinds of affection, and the rain is falling into the flowers.

-- Citation

(a)

Snow, deep winter.

……

Lan Er was asleep, she heard her family shouting outside the door, and with a "bang", the door of the room was slammed open, and her mother rushed in, dragging Lan Er from the bed like crazy and stuffing it under the bed......

The sun and moon were silent, and there was the sound of knives stabbing into the body everywhere, "poof" and "poof", and overnight, they killed all the people in the family.

The fire was all over the sky, Lan'er took out a guqin and left in horror.

(b)

When Lan Er fled to Ruyutang, her nails had grown to the point where they were beginning to bend, and the cracks between her nails were full of dirt. My hair was greasy and greasy and dragged on the ground, and the lice in the tattered cotton wool I wore in winter were scurrying around, looking up at the summer sun.

"Okay, give me something to eat." Lan Er scratched the abscess on the top of her head with her fingernails, and instantly overflowed pus and blood, dripping down her ears.

The housekeeper in coarse cloth clothes at the door kicked Lan Er fiercely, scolding, "Get out of the way, stinky food!" ”

Lan Er slowly got up from the ground and stretched out her hand, "Okay, okay." ”

The guy was angry, rolled up his sleeves, took out a broom from it and drove it, "Go, go!" ”

In the summer, it is very hot and dry. For example, the stout hundred-year-old banyan tree in front of the jade hall is bubbling and sucking the sun, knowing that it is loud on the tree, and the noise makes people ring. Wen Ruyu had just seen a morning of illness, resting in bed, heard the noise, strolled out, and saw a beggar standing at the door, different from ordinary beggars, carrying a guqin.

"Peace, go and get some loose silver." Wen Ruyu turned to the housekeeper and said—a young voice, full and damp.

"Humph!" Ping'an glanced at Lan Er with great disdain and hurriedly entered.

Wen Ruyu looked at Lan'er, warm as jade, cool eyes. "What's your name?"

"Pale blue." Lan Er raised her head and looked at this man timidly, snow-white clothes and graceful demeanor. Embarrassed, he whispered, "Okay, I'm hungry." ”

Wen Ruyu was slightly stunned, and through her messy hair, she saw a pair of lilac pupils.

"Childe-" Ping'an reluctantly threw the money in front of Lan'er, "snap-"

Wen Ruyu looked angry and scolded: "Pick it up and go clean up a room for Miss Lan'er." As he spoke, he stretched out a pair of pure hands and took Lan Er. The sinuous blue veins on the back of the hand are like undulating mountains.

It is easy to say that the eyes become the heart, and the past is not so sad.

On that sunny summer day, the sun had a slightly drunk look, they squinted and crawled on the golden plaque of the Jade Hall, and the air was brewing with a rich honey-like beauty.

That day, it seemed that a lot of cotton had fallen in the sky, and it had rained for a long time, and in an instant, Lan Er was dizzy, and only remembered the hands and the snow-white clothes.

"Squeak-", falling into a soft dream.

(c)

She followed Ping An into the backyard, the bright sun, the smell of good. Her ears were hot and buzzing. A fly flew leisurely and perched on it, sucking the sticky pus.

Ping'an stretched his neck and walked in front, turned his head and glanced at Lan'er, muttered in his throat and puffed out his mouth and spat heavily on the ground, "Phew" secretly thought to himself, what's the use of taking it, it's not the same and throwing it out in the end!

"Don't move, wait." Ping An walked slowly into the kitchen.

The surroundings were quiet, and Lan'er's eyes kept bursting out of sparks, and they were about to smoke. His lips were cracked, his throat was sweet, his body swayed, and the houses around him began to spin, all of them were piercing white.

The moment he fell to the ground, it seemed to be dark.

Ping An looked at Lan Er lying on the ground, and kicked her in disgust, "Don't play dead here, get up." ”

Lan'er gritted her teeth, picked up the steamed buns on the ground, slowly stood up, and bit hard. Choking until his eyes bulge out, "water ......"

Ping An said impatiently, "There is one in the firewood room, go by yourself!" ”

The firewood room was shady, a few rays of sunlight slowly shone in, and dust circulated quietly in the air.

There was a basin on the ground, and he threw himself at it, and drank until his stomach was round.

Ping'an said, "That's the water for your bath, you drink so much." ”

Lan'er nodded, raised her pale face, and smiled at him, "Thank you." ”

Ping An snorted contemptuously from his nose, "Thank you, you'll suffer in the future!" ”

"Bang! The door slammed shut, but a cool breeze came in, and Lan'er fell asleep leaning against the stack of wood. Sleep can dream, to another world.

……

"Squeak-", Shao Shuxian pushed open the door, holding clothes in his hand, a light cyan narrow-sleeved short coat, a Hehuan eight-panel skirt and obscene clothes. Ping An followed behind, holding a wooden comb and bronze mirror.

"Get up! Stinky for food! Ping An shouted in the back.

Lan Er woke up and looked at Shao Shuxian in front of her in a daze-her lips were dry, her eyes were dull, and she was so dull that she was awe-inspiring.

But once a man is in awe of a woman, it's not interesting. Therefore, even though she brought a lot of dowry, she still had no children, was not pampered, and was worried every day, walking on thin ice.

Shao Shuxian also squinted slightly at Lan'er, turned her head, had no expression, and said to Ping'an, "Fetch water." ”

Ping An agreed, snorting softly at the door.

After a while, he brought a wooden bucket and put water into it one by one, the hot water was misty, and through the mist, he could see Lan'er's trembling body.

Lan Er closed her eyes—the cracked wound rippled a faint red wave.

Wisps of smoke are pervasive and overflow the entire space.

Ping An vaguely heard the sound of the water dripping. Snow-white ketone body.

The back is tender, the waist is thin, and the collarbone is prominent......

After washing for a long time, for a long time, the mist was swirling, and it was steaming up layer by layer--the whole body was light and fluttering, and in a trance, Lan'er seemed to have returned to the past, the happy time when the family was together. She had forgotten most of the previous events, and only vaguely remembered a few fragments.

However, it doesn't matter if you remember it or not, you can't go back anyway, you can't go back.

(iv)

Lan'er climbed out of the barrel and got dressed, one by one.

Comb your own hair, the ink is like a waterfall. Coiled up, with a bouquet of butterfly hairpins, lined with a sharp and pretty little face like lotus petals, fresh and beautiful.

The clothes fit well, and the whole body exudes fragrance.

……

Wen Ruyu's eyes never left Lan'er, he didn't speak, he just watched Lan'er's every expression.

Lan Er looked at Wen Ruyu's sad and deep eyes, and her heart was shocked.

"Can you play a song?" He spoke, softly.

"Yes." Lan Er bowed her head and replied, such a word had a hint of joy more or less, because she couldn't help but mix it with special joy.

Lan Er sat down gracefully, and after bathing, she exuded a natural nobility, clear and cold.

The slender and white jade fingers gently caress the body of the piano, this is a fine guqin, sandalwood texture, the body is simple and simple, and the strings are as tight as a gossamer.

Very good, a qiē are so familiar.

Accompanied by the guqin, a tactful and somewhat mournful singing voice slowly flowed out:

The wind and rain are miserable, and the chickens are chirping.

Seeing a gentleman, is he not a gentleman?

The wind and rain are dashing, and the chickens are chirping.

Seeing a gentleman, is he not a miasma?

The wind and rain are like obscurity, and the roosters are crowing.

Seeing a gentleman, don't you like it?

Lan Er's throat was as smooth as washed jade, just like the breeze on the lake on a summer night.

The moonlight spilled in, shining on Lan Er's soul-devoting pupils, and the air was drunk.

"If you'd like, stay and do me a favor, and tell me when you want to leave." He took a closer look at her, and put a dark green glass pot on the table, "Rub your poisonous sores, it will heal soon, and hair can still grow on it." ”

"Peace, take her to the Westinghouse." He shouted out the door. Ping An pouted and walked in with a disdainful face, "Let's go, hurry up!" "Stinky food!" Ping An muttered angrily as he spoke.

Lan Er took the medicine and raised her eyes to look at him.

"Go ahead." He smiled at Lan'er, his eyebrows and eyes soft—endless fragrant grass.

……

"Stinky food, come out quickly!" Early the next morning, Ping An slammed the door with "bang bang" and "bang bang", and Lan Er opened the door.

"You can stay, two taels of silver a month." Ping An stood outside the door, with a look of disdain, and said in a sullen voice.

Lan Er didn't ask much, but thanked her.

(5)

Lan Er likes Ruyutang.

The inside is all paved with bluestone slabs, which are heavy and heavy, giving people a sense of stability. Very down-to-earth.

As soon as I walked in, the dry aroma of various herbs froze in the spacious store, and it was peaceful for a long time. She especially liked the rows of small ebony drawers, embedded with a flat cloud-headed white copper plug, and when she took the medicine, she ding, as naughty as a girl laughing.

I don't know why, it reminds her of home, and if there is, it must be so naughty.

Watching him look for and recognize each one every time, it is like living in a wonderful house, and I feel happy.

When he wakes up in the afternoon, she will make him a pot of white chrysanthemum tea.

The faint smell of grass, boiling water poured down, watching the little white flowers gradually gain weight at the bottom of the water, and slowly fly to the bowl noodles.

Even if you make tea every day, it's fine.

No matter how difficult it was for Ping An, Lan'er always smiled faintly, "Thank you for your help these days." ”

After living for a while, at the end of the month, with the completion money, Lan'er went to the street to buy a pair of cloth shoes for Ping'an.

Ping'an is an orphan, he has followed the Wen family since he was a child, and now he has followed Wen Ruyu, no one has ever taken the initiative to care about him so much, Lan'er knows that he is so arrogant to her, it is nothing more than a kind of self-comfort. Because anyone but her can treat him like a dog calling around.

Looking at the shoes, Ping An raised his face and said disdainfully, "You don't need to please me!" ”

Lan'er insisted on stuffing the shoes into his hands, "If it doesn't fit, then give it to me, and I'll change it." ”

Ping An took the shoes and ran to the house, crying profusely.

At dinner that day, Ping An made an exception to pick up vegetables for Lan'er, his movements were stiff, but his expression was frank and natural.

Shao Shuxian doesn't say anything on weekdays, and when she sees her occasionally, she just squeezes her eyes and chirps and doesn't know what to say, and she doesn't know what she thinks.

Recently, it's even stranger.

I only know that one night, Lan'er saw her lying on the window stupidly and stupidly, staring at her with bright eyes, and her eyes were chilling. Lan'er lit the lamp, walked out, and called her, but she hurriedly ran, running, and bared her teeth and said with a smile, "Fox spirit, you want to be retributed, you want to be retributed, unfilial girl, unfilial girl, fox spirit ......"

Lan Er froze in place, gasping for air.

After a while, the courtyard was quiet, and there was nothing but the cold wind that passed through the hall. The qiē just now is like an illusion. Lan Er extinguished the light in her hand. Turning around,

"Unfilial girl-" A bloody and scratched face rubbed in front of her eyes, and said with a grin, hideous face.

……

(f)

Since then, she has been sick, her face is even paler, and she can sleep alone.

She is not afraid of ghosts, and people are more terrible than ghosts. She just felt guilty and felt like it was because of her.

He came to see her more attentively than before, his face was like jade, his expression was gentle, and he couldn't see a trace of flaws.

As usual, she makes him a pot of white chrysanthemum tea every day.

It's not that she doesn't know, she's waiting, waiting for him, she's going to gamble hard.

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Thank you, Shu Cao, steamed buns and dumplings, and some people who support silently, thank you.