The snow stopped for a few days, and the suburban path was muddy due to the melting snow, but the woman who was hurrying did not care, carrying a willow basket and holding her dress, and walked unhurriedly. The person who came was covered with a veil, dressed in plain white, and it was Yin Suwen who looked closely.

Today is the death day of Mrs. Yin, and according to the usual practice, Mr. Yin only arranges for everyone to offer incense in the house. Yin Suwen ignored them, but went to the grave to worship in person, and insisted that he must come on foot and not allow others to follow.

The sky is gray and the sun does not come out, and the bluestone railings and archways decorated next to the tombstones are still there, but they are all covered with a thick layer of gray soil because they have not been taken care of for a long time, and the lonely tomb bag is doubly desolate in the winter day with withered grass.

All men in the world are lucky, even their fathers. No matter how virtuous and virtuous her mother was and how she was a good housekeeper, she was only a handful of loess and a few weeds after she was born. Yin Suwen was bitter in his heart, but he also laughed at himself for not being able to really see through it, but he still had expectations for the hearts of cold people.

"Mother, I'll come to see you."

After setting up the offerings and pulling up the weeds on the grave vigorously, Yin Suwen silently talked to his mother, and his eyes turned red before he could speak. In the entire mansion, the only thing she used to care about was her gentle and generous mother, but now when she looks at it from a distance, it has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart.

"Mother, how are you doing in another place? Su Su has a lot to say to you, but she doesn't know where to start. ＂

Leaning on the tombstone and curling up on the ground, it is like lying in the arms of my mother when I was a child, and the tombstone is not so cold after a long time.

Zhang Shaoqing, who was so proud, admitted his mistakes again and again, and even did not hesitate to put down his dignity and plead guilty to his father, just to redeem himself, he had used his love for himself after all. She thinks about this idea in her heart thousands of times a day, and for this man, she hurts her heart again and again, if her mother knows, how distressed she would be.

Yin Suwen is not such a hypocritical person, and it is not that he doesn't want to forgive, but he once believed too much in the sentence that he was in love when he was immortal. She didn't know that such a long-term love would also be shared by others; She didn't know, she was too fragile to be hurt in the slightest because she cared too much.

There was a fog in the cemetery, and the mist turned into wisps that passed through the tips of her fingers, and Yin Suwen suddenly felt surprisingly relieved, because she was by her mother's side, so she could ignore all of this.

Half-asleep and half-awake, it seems to be back to the year when I was eight years old, and it is also a snowy winter, but the home is extremely warm in the cold season.

In the bronze mirror, Yin Suwen's small and delicate face was reflected, with a smile on his eyebrows. The plum blossoms in the vase bloomed so well, and the room was filled with the fragrance of flowers.

"My mother's hair is so beautiful! It's more beautiful than a real peach blossom! ＂

Mrs. Yin has a pair of skillful hands, and always helps her daughter comb her hair personally, with snake buns and double-ring buns, all kinds of tricks, Xiao Suwen especially likes this peach blossom bun.

"That's because my mother's Su Su is so beautiful!"

Mrs. Yin gently scratched Su Wen's little nose, her eyes full of doting.

"When Su Su finds Ruyi Langjun in the future, you can also put on beautiful peach blossom makeup, and you will be as beautiful as a real peach blossom fairy!"

"Mother, what is Ruyi Langjun? Is it the same as the wolves in the mountains? ＂

Yin Suwen, who was less than ten years old, felt that "Lang Jun" was too dangerous, far less cordial than the hemp candy in his hand.

Mrs. Yin forced a smile, thought about it seriously, and said.

"One day, there will be a person who will be found thousands of miles away, who feels sorry for you and loves you, then he will be your wishful husband. ”

"Su Su only needs his mother, not Langjun!"

"Silly boy, he will be as good to Su Su as his mother, and he will never leave Su Su. ＂

"Will Niangqin and Langjun always be good to Su Su alone? ＂

"Yes, we will always be good to Su Su alone! ＂

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Since the night of returning home to persuade Zhang Shaoqing, Yin Suwen's injuries have basically healed, but her spirit is always happy, but she is not worried at all but still enjoys it a little. The psychedelic of drunken dreams and death can escape the embarrassing reality, and it can also meet the person who has long been separated in the fantasy.

Yin Suwen in front of the tombstone seemed to be asleep, dreaming, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was a wet mist hanging on his curled eyelashes. In the dream, I seemed to hear someone calling "Su Xin" again, but I couldn't see the figure of the person who came in confusion, I only felt that the dew was colder, and I couldn't help curling myself up tighter.

"Susu?"

Feeling a burst of warmth on her body, she subconsciously leaned in the direction of Nuan, and was instantly hugged into a familiar embrace.

"How do you sleep here? It's going to catch a cold. ”

Zhang Shaoqing said this, but the person sat on the ground next to Yin Suwen, took off the cloak by the way, hugged her and wrapped the two together.

"Why are you here?"

I thought it was still in a dream, but when I clearly felt the body temperature surrounding me, Yin Suwen struggled slightly to get up, but her body didn't move, she was only hugged tighter, and she couldn't move.

"Don't move, just for a while."

Zhang Shaoqing's deep voice mixed with the familiar incense made her intoxicated for a moment.

"Susu, I miss you, especially so. You don't know what I've been through these days, suffering and exhaustion. ”

Zhang Shaoqing let out a long sigh, changed to a more comfortable posture and hugged Yin Suwen tightly, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep, as if he was carrying a treasure.

"Are you alright?"

Gently patted the back of his hand for comfort, but still broke free from his arms.

As always, he had always known that Zhang Shaoqing was ambitious, but Yin Suwen did not care about politics, so he did not participate in or ask about anything about him in the court for many years, and only occasionally quietly shared some joyful or complaining emotions with him when he was moody.

"Not good!"

He seemed to be complaining and coquettish, and his gentle appearance happened to crash into the softest place in Yin Suwen's heart.

Since he was whipped in Yin's mansion, the two have never met. Yin Suwen only sent Nanzhu to send some medicine over, and Zhang Fu sent a bouquet of peach blossoms every day, and she just accepted it without giving any answer.

"Susu, what do you want from me? ＂

Yin Suwen's coldness and persistence were beyond his expectations, and he tried his best but did not see any relief, only to feel that the woman who was covered in thorns and was always on the embankment seemed to be back again, which made him angry. Although in Yin's mansion, she was still able to sacrifice herself to block the whip, but she also fiercely refused her proposal at that moment, and there was always such a faint look on her face, he couldn't guess it.

"Susu, don't do this to me again, it will hurt here! ＂

shook her hand and put it in his heart, Zhang Shaoqing looked reluctant.

"Tell me, what is it going to take to make you forget that ridiculous mistake and get you back to me? Tell me, I'm willing to do it all! ＂

In the ten years of relationship, Zhang Shaoqing has never put himself so low, low to the dust. He is a dazzling god, and he naturally enjoys Yin Suwen's love with his heart, and he hates to take out her whole heart with him. Therefore, he has never truly experienced the heartache that love cannot reach.

Yin Suwen was dumbfounded when asked, and he wanted to say something but was speechless after all. She also wanted to know how to forget.