Lingling got out of the car, and Mr. Xi was waiting at the door. Lingling hurriedly went up to help the wheelchair, and Mr. Xi held his hand and looked at it carefully, "The face is thin, don't study too hard!" Mr. Xi looked at Lingling again and again, "You are very similar to your mother, do you know why you came back today?" "Mr. Xi's solemn eyes revealed a faint sadness, which was an emotion that Lingling didn't understand." Today is your mother's sacrifice day..."Ling Ling slammed her head and subconsciously looked at Mr. Ouyang next to her, who nodded. Lingling suddenly stuttered a little and didn't know what to say. Mr. Xi's indifferent look said, "You were still young at that time, not to mention that you were still... Don't remember for sure. Lingling pushed the wheelchair in, and Mr. Xi talked alone about his past with Xinuo's mother, and the meal in the hall was ready. The two of them sat down. Mr. Xi raised his wine glass, "Jingwen, Xinuo and I toast you." Mr. Xi drank it all, Lingling frowned, what did he think of, today is also the sacrifice day of the master's wife, is the master drinking alone... Lingling seemed to have imagined that the master was sitting in the peach blossom forest, accompanied by black and white chess pieces, and a pot of wine bought out the whole sorrow. But his master is also a person who is free from nature, "In his later years, he fell into his glory and was practical, and he was able to produce heroes in a simple time, and he did not reduce the beauty of Jingjie and Dongpo." "Peach blossom wine brews in time, and memories are like sealed old wine. The days when the red flew by were just "only a gossamer and a clear sky." "More wine in a cup" Lingling was alone. Mr. Xi drank even more, he was already in his prime, he drank a thousand bells, so he, Lingling felt for the first time that it was so different, he wanted to get drunk in the wine, but he only thought about it but the red dust was in the middle of things, looking at the long rivers and mountains, people were thin in the cup. Once upon a time, he also had a lover and a love staggered between trying to lose, "I am also amorous, helpless when I have a drink." Lingling cup after cup, accompanied Mr. Xi and the master who was thousands of years apart.

"And dreams, too, newcomers don't do it." The indescribable sadness stimulates Lingling, life is short, it is not easy to find a person who is in love, and it is even more difficult to find a person who is in love. Even if it can be realized in a dream, reality is far more fragile than a dream, and you can't even catch a shadow. In Lingling's heart, even if the mountains and rivers are broken and the stars change, the original intention will not change, which is destined to be a lot of hardships in life!

Lingling went up to the roof alone, lying on it looking at the sky, and the swallow whispered. Spring goes to spring and back, and Yanzi also knows that when she returns home, Lingling closes her eyes (Master, I'm sorry, Ling'er couldn't accompany you this year. But "How can these two swallows ever speak?" "Master, you said I was wrong, but you were also wrong at the beginning, I think mistakes are also beautiful, Zheng Chouyu once interpreted it vividly." I hit the south of the Yangtze River and walked through, and the face in the season is like the blossoming of a lotus. The east wind does not come, and the catkins in March do not fly. Your heart is like a small lonely city, just like the bluestone streets to the evening. The sound of trampling is not sounded, and the spring curtain of March is not opened. Your heart is a small window closed to it. My Dada's horse's hooves are a beautiful mistake, and I am not a returner, but a passerby. The breeze swept through Lingling's face, and he was like a bright star. Alone, looking at the distance by the railing, because of her forgetfulness, she can't have a heart. Only "the amorous curtain swallow wanders alone, still full of flowers and rain and returns!" He believes that all encounters in life have their own truth, and even if they don't miss it in the first place, fate will not make it easy for them to fall in love. Perhaps, after death and life, she still can't remember him, and she doesn't know where he came from. No one knows how the story of life develops.