When Fu Jun woke up, the snow was still falling outside.

She closed her eyes and listened quietly to the sound of snow falling outside the window. The voice was small and faint, as she had heard in her dreams, sound, but silent more than silent.

Fu Jun slowly opened his eyes and looked around. This is the West Chamber, where she has been living, and she is lying in her bed. A small gauze lamp was lit on the rosewood table next to it, and a faint halo of light shone on the chair beside the bed, on which was a set of snow-white clothes.

That's filial piety. Fu Jun thought, that was the costume she should wear.

She closed her eyes. The overwhelming feeling came again, like a wave/wave/and/one/wave/huge/big/wave, submerging her whole being.

She didn't move, not even think, just waited quietly for the feeling to pass. After about a minute, the waves finally disappeared, her breathing returned to normal, and she was able to break free from the suffocating world and return to the dimly lit room.

Fu Jun moved slightly. The five days of lethargy did not make her body lose power, her strength was still there, and even, after the careful conditioning of Xu Niangzi these days, her spirit was better than before.

She lifted the quilt, got out of bed lightly, walked barefoot to the chair, and put her filial piety clothes on her body one by one.

The sound of snow was rustling, and the sky and the earth were silent. Fu Jun put on his clothes, walked to the curtain gently, and lifted the curtain a small corner.

"Is the girl going out?" A quiet voice sounded quietly.

Fu Jun glanced back and said with a faint smile: "Hmm." It's going to go out. ”

"The girl should put on her shoes and socks." Xu Niangzi was a little reproachful.

She stepped forward and took Fu Jun's hand, helped her to sit on a small rosewood chair, took out the shoes and socks that had been prepared a long time ago, and carefully put them on for Fu Jun.

Fu Jun sat obediently in the chair, motionless, and after the shoes and socks were ready, he stood up and walked out the door. Xu Niangzi didn't say a word, and quietly followed behind her.

I don't know if it's an illusion, the threshold of the door seems to be much higher, and Fu Jun has some difficulty lifting his legs. She paused and held on to the doorframe. Leaning against the door and gasping for breath. A little self-deprecatingly, he said, "The bar seems to have become higher." ”

Xu Niangzi looked at the small figure in front of her, sighed silently, leaned over and hugged Fu Jun, and put a rabbit fur small plush hat on her head. Stepped out of the room.

Outside the door is a world of black and white.

A white lantern lit with a white candle. Along the cloister of the Autumn Evening Residence, it lit up. Fighting against the darkness that enveloped him, he put an end to it in the main room. Lanterns also hung on the tall wooden trees, and the dim light cast on the uncleaned courtyard. Some fine snow particles quietly swept through the halo.

Xu Niangzi hugged Fu Jun and walked along the hand-copying verandah to the main house. She felt that the little girl in her hand was much lighter. She remembered that the little girl she was holding a few days ago was so heavy that her hands were heavy. And now, this little body is as light as a feather.

For some reason, she felt a little sad. She blinked hard, blinking away the watery look in her eyes and hugging the little girl tighter.

The wind rose, and the wind stirred up the snowflakes, and they poured under the porch, swirling and circling, and falling hovering shadows on the ground. The curtain outside the mourning hall was swept up by the wind, and Xu Niangzi hugged Fu Jun, as if she was blown in by the wind, and appeared in the room silently.

There were a few lamps and candles burning in the mourning hall, and Fu Geng sat crookedly on the side, so thin that his eyes were sunken into a large piece. Mother Shen and the others who were guarding the spirit were also tired, leaning against the pillar and taking a nap.

Fu Jun quietly walked in front of Fu Geng and looked at the sleeping haggard man. His brow furrowed deeply, forming a Sichuan character. The muscles around his cheeks were tense, as if he had been clenching his teeth.

Fu Jun sighed lightly, stretched out his hand, and wiped a drop of water from the corner of his eye.

With a faint chill on her fingertips, she walked towards the coffin in the middle of the mourning hall. The white clothes on her body melted into this piece of vegetarianism, and even her heart was soaked in it, and it became cold.

The coffin was placed very high, and Xu Niangzi found a small stool from nowhere and hugged Fu Jun up. Fu Jun stepped on the stool and leaned over to see the open coffin.

It turns out that her mother-in-law is the only way to see it.

Soon, in a few days, even if she stepped on a higher stool and climbed to a higher place, her mother would never appear again.

Fu Jun leaned over slightly and quietly looked at the Wang family in front of him.

Wang's sleeping position is peaceful. Put your hands together and rest quietly on your lower abdomen. Her long hair was tied into a fairy bun, and she wore her favorite green jade long tassel hairpin. Those eyes like autumn water are now gently closed. Tianshuibi's long skirt was spread on the surface of her feet, like a stream of autumn water. And Wang's pale face is a petal floating on this autumn water, weak and thin.

Fu Jun gently covered Wang's hand, and the coolness of his fingertips was like an icy blade, spilling along his fingers, sweeping over her body, penetrating her heart, and finally stabbing into her eyes.

She closed her eyes, her face cold.

It turns out that mourning has no voice. Just like when people are in the most pain, they don't cry, but they faint. Her heartbreak and grief at the moment couldn't make a sound, except for a drop of tears, she couldn't even cry a voice.

Fu Jun didn't know how long she had been like this, and she didn't even remember how Xu Niangzi hugged her, walked through the black and white world again, and returned to her room.

When she sat on the chair and looked out the window at the black and white world, there were no tears on her face, only a slight pain in her eyes.

She looked at the courtyard outside the window for a long time, so long that even Fu Jun herself thought that she had become a statue.

Around her, the scenery is constantly changing, and the people around her come and go. Some spoke to her, some hugged her and wept, and others passed by as strangers as if they were passers-by.

Fu Jun seems to be walking in a corridor of time, the years outside the corridor change, and she is in the corridor as if she is unconscious. Time is blurred by the mood, and time becomes one light and shadow after another, broken to the point that it is difficult to piece together a complete picture.

As if it were just a moment's effort, the wooden tree outside the window had faded from its broken white lanterns, shook off the snow all over its body, and gently swayed its branches in a warm gust of wind. When Fu Jun came back to her senses, there was already a soft new green in front of her window.

A warm east wind came from the south, carrying a faint moisture on her cheeks. All the white things were replaced with plain colors, stone blue, gray green, cocoon, black, and this overlapping color was all over the eaves of the porch, and also covered Fu Jun's room. (To be continued......)