Thanks to the Xichen girl and the shepherd god stick for the reward. Today's class is a day, from 8 o'clock in the morning to 8 o'clock in the evening, and I don't have time to add more spicy. Tomorrow will be more, and if it rains, you can do it a little more [because you don't have to practice sword XD when it rains.]

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Relieve worries and push the sick nest in Huaisha Hospital to recuperate, half a month down, except for the medical Shen and Yingfu, there is nothing to see.

Yi Shen went to the West Hall as usual and came back at dusk, so she was the only one left in the hospital.

After all, Yingfu is a wild thing, not as sticky as it is raised, except for calling up every day to relieve worries, most of the day is still rolling in the grass, only to see it rush into the house like a fire when calling it.

She has always been accustomed to being alone, and she used to stay alone in the ancient town of Jiangnan for nearly ten years, spending the years that should have been the best but she was sick and sick.

Although she also hoped that there would be someone for her to rely on occasionally, but at that time, she was sick and dispossessed, and even she was a little disgusted with herself, and such a slim expectation was just a thought after all.

"Huh." Xie Wei reclined on the bookcase that had been moved to the bottom of the porch, his short knee harp resting on his lap, his fingers gently picking at the silk strings, plucking out a few syllables out of tune.

"The feathers of mayflies, the clothes are beautiful. Where do I return to my heart? ”

"The wings of the mayfly, the clothes. The worries of my heart, to me? ”

"Mayflies dig and read, and the linen clothes are like snow. The worries of my heart are at my mercy? ”

Each syllable falls at the end of the fourth word, and the feeling of cold drifting is like mayflies flying and falling in the flowing water.

Shao Ji stopped at the courtyard gate, listening to the faint chord singing inside, the handkerchief in his hand covered his lips tightly, his eyebrows were locked, and big tears rolled down his cheeks, crying silently but wantonly.

"Young Ji." Xie Xie raised his head, his eyes were far away, like the azure autumn Min.

There is no joy and anger in these eyes, no love and hatred, as if the clouds and smoke are misty, the lonely trees are far away, and they are far away, teaching people to see it really.

Xie Wei turned his head to look at Shao Ji, she was wearing mourning clothes, and the black hair tied behind her head was wrapped with a white headband, which should be for her sister Boji.

Look at the shape of the system is just hemp, the lightest of the five clothes, but although Shaoji and Boji are sisters, they are both married daughters, and the relationship between the mother's family should have been put aside, and there is no etiquette that stipulates that the husband's family has a concubine who dies and must mourn, so Shaoji does not need to dress up like this.

Shao Ji lowered her head, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a wrinkled handkerchief, reshaped her appearance, and walked into Huaisha Courtyard.

Those magnolias bloomed more vigorously, and the faint fragrance of the vague fragrance flowed faintly in the courtyard.

The corners of Shaoji's eyes drooped, and she slowly walked through the center of the courtyard, carefully bypassing the mountain magnolia petals that fell to the ground, and stopped at the bottom of the steps.

"When I heard that the doctor was worried, the concubine was very frightened." Shao Ji knelt down at the bottom of the stairs and took a deep.

She had heard some stories about what happened in the slanting hall that day, and if it hadn't been for the relief of her worries and insistence on saving Boji, maybe there would have been no later events.

Although her sister is dead, she still inherited this love, not to mention that she saved her life.

Xie Wei stroked the smooth body on his knees, rubbed the indentations carved on the bottom, paused with lowered eyes, and said lightly: "The doctor should be compassionate and compassionate, and the husband and the things are all the hearts of the doctors, not for one person, Ji does not need to say thanks." ”

Soon after the small piano on the lap was completed, the piano was inscribed "Mountain Sound", and the small characters were engraved on one side. Grass hairpins Du Ruo. The wind is sassy and the rain is dark, and the wood is Xiao Xiao and the piano is clear. "It's still born from the word "Mountain Ghost".

But now she only has that period of resentment, and she no longer has the lively and agile state of the past - since when did the trajectory of this life overlap to the past life? Will she still die lonely in her sickness, still unable to get what she wants?

It shouldn't be like this...... Even if she is broken, even if she can't recover, even if she pays the price of her life again, she will not give up. So, she has paid such a heavy price, why can't she do it?!

There is no such thing in this world, there must be none.

Xie Worry hooked his lips, and the corners of his lips revealed a complicated smile, as if there was mockery, as if there was desolation, and there seemed to be a touch of unwilling coldness.

"Concubine ......" Shao Ji bit her lower lip lightly, looked at her complicated expression in puzzlement, hesitated, and sighed in a low voice, "The concubine wants to know Sister ......"

"Bo Ji once said that he wanted to take the position of the eldest son." Xie Xie pursed his lips, "Ji still wants to know about him?" ”

Although the straightforward truth is difficult to accept, she would rather choose the former than a lie that will be shattered one day, and she never wants to do the so-called white lie.

What is true is true, what is false is false, and what is fake never becomes true because of good intentions...... Unless there is a miracle in this world, but miracles are not so easy to come by.

She was so sick that she was about to die, and her best friend was far away across the ocean, and she was facing heavy affairs, and she didn't want to hide the news from her at that time, but after thinking about it, she still sent the news to her.

At that time, her friend was already very busy, and the news would undoubtedly make her sad and hesitant, but she needed to decide at the time, whether to choose to come back to see her only friend off for the last time, or choose to stay on the other side of the ocean to continue the struggle.

Only in this way, after years have passed, when the past has been accumulated, there will be no regrets. Because it is a decision made by oneself, the bitter wine is drunk alone, and the bitter fruit is eaten by oneself, and there is no need to regret it.

"What good is it to work and cherish death? Life and death are different, everything is lost, and Ji Qi is reluctant. ”

"The concubine knows." Shao Ji hung her head, her hands were wrapped in her sleeves, placed on her waist, her eyes flashed, as if she was thinking about something.

Xie Wei didn't care if she left or not, she still lowered her eyes, watched her slender fingers pluck the silk strings, and chanted in a low voice, "To the void, keep quiet." All things work together, and I watch them return. There are many things and things, and each one returns to its roots. In the final analysis, it is said to be quiet, and quiet is said to return to life. Returning to life is said to be normal, and knowing is often said to be clear. ”

Shao Ji was stunned, she was born in Xiou, grew up in the deep land, has been practicing music since childhood, and the songs are all in tune and Chu Ci, most of which are romantic and beautiful, lingering and charming long words and slow tunes, and have never heard this kind of indifferent and lofty words to relieve worries.

"Doctor worry, concubine...... The concubine has a word, and the sister is also pregnant, can the doctor know that this is true? ...... yes? ”

"Shinya." Xie Wu stopped his hand, sat up straight and looked at her, and nodded slowly, "Bo Ji is right. ”

There was no need for Bo Ji to deceive Jing Xuan in that situation, and ...... Xie Wei closed his eyes for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Ji and Yan Yao are kind to each other?" ”

"No." Shao Ji denied, "Yan Yao is lonely and self-proclaiming, calling herself Konggulan, and disdainful of talking to concubines." "She and her sister are both musicians, and Yan Yao seems to be a descendant of the nobility, and she looks down on their sisters in her bones.

And, there's that rumor...... Although Yan Yao lives in the Shejiang Courtyard and uses the same degree as them, I heard that she is not really a concubine of Jing Xuan.

PS: "Cao Feng? The original meaning of "Maison like snow" in "Mayfly" does not refer to mourning clothes, but to deep clothes, the regular clothes of princes and scholars, corresponding to the above "clothes Chuchu" and "Cai Cai clothes", don't be misled by my out-of-context quotes.