Sandalwood is intense.

Without opening the window, the smell lingered in the Buddhist hall.

Except for the sound of twisting the beads, nothing else can be heard.

The old man kneeling in front of the Buddha had gray hair, her mouth was closed one by one, and she was silently chanting.

Recite from sunrise to sunset.

She was used to it, just as she was to the scent of sandalwood.

The Green Lantern Ancient Buddha has been in peace for half a lifetime, and he should have been relieved, but he was also dead, and any thought should have died, burning into the green ash in front of this Buddha.

But in the past six months, she has no way to calm down, she heard her heartbeat, and it was repeated.

It was like the blue ash in the incense burner that had not been cleaned for a long time, and it fell into the spark suddenly.

I want to burn it, but I can't do it.

Slowly raised his cloudy eyes, looked at the willow branch in Guanyin's hand, and in a trance, he only felt that the green willow branch seemed to bloom purple flowers.

Between breaths, in addition to the accustomed sandalwood fragrance, there is also a faint sweet smell.

It is the smell of carrot flowers.

The heavy eyelids trembled, and there was a stone weighing a thousand pounds in his chest, but not a single tear could fall.

"Old lady, the third master is here, please eat."

The silence was broken by a voice as old as a dead tree.

The fragrance of flowers between the noses dissipated instantly, and the willow branches were still willow branches.

The corners of her lips were slightly chapped and she sighed softly, she was already an old lady, and the people who would call her "Yunluo" were gone.

That person is no longer there.

Yun Luo responded slowly, put down the Buddha beads, stood up slowly, rubbed her sore legs slowly, and walked out slowly.

Outside the Buddha hall, a pair of strong hands supported the trembling old man, and the young man smiled and said, "Grandmother, I'm here to accompany you to eat." ”

The smile was bright and blooming, even this winter day was also dyed with a warm color, which was five points similar to the face that had not been seen in half a lifetime in the impression, Yun Luo stared deeply for a long time, and couldn't help but raise her hand towards the young man, when her eyes touched the hand with yellowish nails and full of wrinkles, her movements suddenly stopped, slowly lowered her hand, and said lightly: "Let's go." ”

The young man's eyes flashed a trace of unbearability, he knew that his grandmother had recognized the wrong person again, and in the past six months, she had always seen other people's shadows in him.

Actually, the person my grandmother wanted to see was my father......

But my father, because he cared about his mother, refused to come to see his grandmother again, and even refused to let his brothers come.

He is old, a vegetarian all year round, and eats exceptionally simply.

Even so, the dishes on the table did not move a few bites, and the young man hesitated again and again, and tentatively opened his mouth: "Grandmother, don't blame your father, he ......"

Yun Luo put down her chopsticks, looked straight at the young man, stopped his words with her eyes, and said in a deep voice: "I want to go and see the archway." ”

Under the sunset, the bluestone archway is cold and depressed, like a mountain, pressing in front of it.

Yun Luo tilted her head and looked at it speechlessly for a long time.

This is a chastity archway.

Her whole life is a chastity archway.

In March of that year, Yunluo, the fifth mother of the Du family, got married, and in March, her husband received the emperor's order to go on the expedition, and since then she has gathered less and left more.

After five years of marriage, her husband died on the battlefield and was shrouded in horse leather.

She shed all her tears, and passed the stepfamily, the green lantern ancient Buddha, in exchange for this royal gift of chaste archway.

This is the glory of her life, but also the shackles of a lifetime.

After a long time, Yun Luo sighed: "I know, but I know too late, raising someone else's son is always different from raising a parent." ”

The boy was stunned at first, and when he reacted, his face was full of wolves, and he shook his head instinctively, but all the words that could be used to defend his father were blocked in his throat.

Over the years, he has also heard many rumors.

Those people said that the grandmother's feelings for her father were deformed and contrary to morality, and that the grandmother regarded her father as a substitute for her grandfather, and that the relationship between mother and son had already changed.

My father no longer dared to approach my grandmother, even though my grandmother was now old, even if my father himself was over half a hundred years old.

When my mother mentioned her grandmother, she gritted her teeth with hatred, as if someone had spied on her beloved things.

He was the only one, despite his mother's opposition, who came to visit his grandmother again and again.

He always felt that the love and care in his grandmother's eyes was not what those people said.

"Grandmother ......"

Yun Luo smiled bitterly and shook her head.

She remembers that it was the tenth year of her widowhood, and that a five-year-old boy had been brought to her.

Yun Luo's original intention was to refuse, but when she saw the child's eyes, she almost nodded.

This raising is a lifetime, she gave all the little warmth left in her heart to her adopted son, when she was out of smallpox, she didn't take care of her clothes when she was injured, she thought she was doing well enough, but she only waited for her daughter-in-law to enter the door, and she understood, but in the mirror.

Mother and child filial piety have become her wrong mind and a stain on her in their eyes.

The gossip came to her face, and Yun Luo chose to let go, her heart was dead.

If it is a parent, why would he be so infamous on his back.

She stubbornly believes that as long as there is a Buddhist hall and a string of Buddhist beads, it is enough.

It wasn't until half a year ago that Yunluo knew that her husband's death was a conspiracy, and she knelt in front of the Buddha for three days and three nights, thinking about it for three days and three nights.

Was she wrong?

In the past, the sisters said that marrying a soldier was a big gamble, she didn't want to gamble, and had a big fight with her elders, and was finally forced into a sedan chair by her mother with death;

Once upon a time, the eldest sister said that he was afraid that he would never come back, she cried and begged, and finally he went to the frontier with a full stomach.

As soon as the words came true, she lost completely, broke with her parents, accepted the arrangement of the clan, and she was like a puppet, walking step by step for decades.

In the past six months, Yunluo often dreamed of flowers all over the yard, and the fragrance was fragrant, washing away the sandalwood that bound her and wrapped her.

Those past events, those thoughts, loves, reluctances, and guilt that have been suppressed for half a lifetime poured out like mountains and seas.

Little by little, she remembered that the day he lifted the hijab, it was also full of flowers in the yard, and the congratulatory people read "the future is bright" and "like a beautiful flower". She heard his hearty laughter, just as he had been with her for years.

Have you ever thought that a young man with a bright future died young and became a white bone in the frontier? Have you ever thought that if the beautiful flowers wither early, they will become heartless reciters?

Yun Luo stepped forward slowly, holding on to the cold stone pillar.

She knew that she would not live long, she kept dreaming of the past, dreaming of him, dreaming of his smile like the warm winter sun.

He planted a yard of poise flowers for her, and every time the flowers bloomed, he would pick a bunch and put them in front of the window;

He put on a warm Dongzhu for her, like a jade wrist, and refused to let go for a long time;

He resisted the harsh criticism and difficulties of the elders for her, and protected her behind him;

He did everything he could for her,

Except, return safely......

Looking back, those once blurry pictures became clearer little by little, and then blurred little by little......

She was really wrong!

is such a good son, why should she believe those gossip? Why was you forced to get on the sedan chair? Why let him go into battle with concern? Why do you break your parents' hearts? Why didn't you realize that a heart had been delivered until she was holding his tablet and weeping?

Why!

Why!

Yun Luo felt that this archway was hateful and hateful, and her fingers were forced, drawing five blood marks.

She wants to take revenge, but there is no revenge to avenge, her enemies are in the ancestral hall behind the archway, becoming one tablet after another.

You can see it, but you can't smash it.

As the night gets deeper, the old man always has trouble sleeping.

In a daze, she heard the night watchman open the door, whispering a few words and calling out an exclamation.

"The torii arch has fallen?"

Yun Luo suddenly woke up, and she struggled to sit up, but she couldn't exert any strength in her limbs.

She lay on the bed, took a deep breath, and slowly raised the corners of her lips, her eyes fierce.

It's poured, it's good.

Chastity archway, what is the use of!

She has been trapped all her life, is she going to let the archway be overwhelmed after she dies of old age?

The breathing was heavy, the maids and women went in and out, and the courtyard was brightly lit, not like late night, like daytime.

"Old lady, if you insist, the third master, the third master will come to see you soon."

Yun Luo's cloudy eyes widened, and she vaguely saw someone coming in and sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyebrows clear and handsome, just like she remembered.

Stretch out your hand, but you can't touch it, like the countless midnight dreams in the past fifty years.

Yun Luo burst into tears.

She had already become a white-haired old man, and that person was always in his best years.

She wants to go with him, and return with him to the years when the clouds bloom that linger in her memory......

With chapped lips and her hands hanging lightly on the edge of the bed, Yun Luo smiled and left the last two words.

Shizi ......

The cry was far away, and in front of her was the collapsed archway, the ancestral hall that destroyed half of the wall.

Yun Luo's heart ached, and she couldn't breathe in pain.

She didn't want the man to be offered to the ancestral hall early, she just wanted him to accompany her to old age. She doesn't want to raise other people's children, she wants their own children!

If she could go back to the past, she would never let her husband die in vain, and she would never let her enemies die well!

Before her consciousness dissipated, she took a deep look at the ancestral hall and found the person she had in mind.

Mu Lianxiao, the former prince of Dingguo.