After Zhang Ci left, Chen Qiuniang cried in the study for a while, and she was tired from crying, so she rested on the stone desk.

After about half an hour, she slowly got up, added water to the inkstone, and continued to grind the ink that had been almost ground more evenly. Then, she chose a trumpet brush and wrote the story and lyrics of "Bressanone" on rice paper.

The men and women in the story finally found the person they were destined to be and fell madly in love with each other, but fate played tricks on them, and the two still had to separate, and this time they would never see each other. Men and women who are destined not to be together, as usual, eat and chat, and never mention the upcoming parting.

And the train ticket was also put away by the man, so that the woman would not see it, so as not to make her sad.

Then, time seemed to fly by. After dinner, the man had to pack his bags and prepare to leave. The woman leaned against the door and watched his busy back, secretly wiping away tears. But when he turned around, she just looked as usual, her eyes were quiet, affectionate and calm.

He moved his luggage back, and though she knew it was futile, she had seen it, but she did it anyway.

She was still standing by the door, her long hair blowing in the wind, her unshoed feet on the cold floor.

The man did not speak, because his heart was like a knife, but he could not do anything. But the woman smiled and said, "You wait for me, and I will change my clothes." She ran away as she spoke, and went downstairs with a bang, and in a few moments she was dressed in a gaudy dress, straw sandals, long hair in a knot, and a blue bellflower on the sideburns. The dress was the first time he saw her, and even the bright smile on her face was as bright as it had been at the beginning.

The man stood in place as the evening wind raged. He burst into tears and strode forward. It is the most fervent kiss for each other. They both knew that this was the last kiss. If we say goodbye today, we will not see each other.

Time, the most ruthless.

When the time of separation came, the man walked in front with his luggage, and the woman carried her skirt in the back. They didn't say a word to each other, and they didn't even say anything like that. The evening breeze comes and goes, bringing the fragrance of plants and the coolness of summer, and the starry sky is bright and mysterious. What a beautiful day, but separated from each other.

Silent men and women. Standing on the parting platform, watching the train come and go, with countless sorrows of separation and surprises of reunion. Finally, it was their turn, and even though he couldn't bear it, he begged her to let go. She silently let go of her hand and let him follow the crowd onto the train.

Bressenon was just a small station, and the train stopped for a while before starting slowly. Then run fast. He saw her figure blurred until he couldn't see it, and the only thing in his ears was the monotonous sound of the train, like a lingering sadness in his heart.

Look at the starry sky. He couldn't help but cry like rain, and his heart was like a knife.

Chen Qiuniang didn't care about the high price of ancient paper, only based on her own understanding. willfully wrote such a parting story. Then the lyrics were attached at the end of this story (there is no waste of text post lyrics here, everyone searches for themselves).

Finish this qiē. She wrote another sentence: No matter how much the floating light ripples, it still can't flow through the years. Even though the past is like smoke. Thank you for being in my life. I love you, goodbye.

After she finished writing, she wrapped the story in a silk silk and placed it under the fish tank on his desk. Then, she took the lantern to the hot springs, and then went back to her room, opened the closet, and chose a set of skirts to wear. Then, open the box on the dresser and start dressing up.

When he was carefully drawing his eyebrows, Zhang Ci came back and saw that she was grooming, so he stood behind him and was stunned. When she saw his surprised expression in the mirror, she turned around and smiled, and asked, "Lang Jun, are you here to pick me up and see the wine cellar open?" ”

Zhang Ci shook his head and said: "The wine cellar has been opened, but today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the time of the yin is not at noon, but at the time of the child, and the rice wine can be opened at that time." ”

"Oh. That's the case, I'm thinking about the taste of rice wine. She smiled and put down her eyebrow pencil, and said, "I'm going to prepare the food, make a good meal, and drink that good wine at night." ”

She got up as she spoke, but Zhang Ci grabbed her hand, sat her down on the soft couch again, picked up the eyebrow pencil, looked at her seriously from the mirror, and said, "Don't be busy, I'll paint the thrush carefully with you." You are plain and face to the sky, but when you look at it today, you can embellish it like this, but there is another kind of beauty. ”

Chen Qiuniang didn't shirk, so she still sat in front of the mirror, and let the person in front of her take an eyebrow pencil to draw her eyebrows carefully.

Putting down the body to draw eyebrows for women is the greatest favor of ancient men for women, and it is also the joy of the boudoir. But in this life and this life, I am afraid that there will only be this time. She felt sad, but she smiled brightly.

"What are you laughing at?" He asked, his tone soft, his breath rushing in.

She lowered her eyes and said, "Rejoice." ”

He also smiled and said, "If you like it, I will paint your eyebrows every day from now on." ”

When Chen Qiuniang heard this, she felt sad and thought: Do you and I have a future?

The two of them had a good time grinding their ears and temples in the room, then changed into smart clothes, went out to find ingredients, and prepared dinner. The kitchen is the couple's favorite place to discuss, collaborate, and complete a rich dinner. When they see each other eating happily, they are very distracted.

The two always smiled, spoke loudly, hugged or kissed when they were emotional, and never mentioned the matter of the jade spirit. Chen Qiuniang no longer cared whether he wanted this jade spirit to help him become an immortal, or to send her away with this jade spirit, just enjoying the time in the mountains that belonged to the two of them.

Of course, Chen Qiuniang would never be stupid enough to think that Zhang Ci had found the best of both worlds, that is, he could solve the matter of living souls, and still allow her to stay in this time and space healthily.

Yes, she heard him say "I love you, goodbye" in his ear last night, and she vaguely felt that what was next was a parting, a parting that might never see each other. For example, using the terrain here, the jade spirit sent her back to her own time and space.

Or, this is also a confirmation of the saying: where to start, where to lose.

The two live with each other in the same way as the man and woman in "Bressanone", cherishing the last moments and never mentioning the upcoming parting. Like an ostrich, it escapes, but it can't be stopped. The autumn colors around are bright, but they do not stop the spread of sadness in the slightest.

After dinner, the two of them drank tea on the platform outside the house and played a game of games, until after sunset, Chu Feng said that he was ready. Chen Qiuniang got up to bathe and change clothes, changed into a red skirt with a placket, put on a bun, and took out the faint jade pendant from the brocade bag and hung it around her waist.

Zhang Ci also changed into the dress he wore the day before yesterday. When she came out, he was already standing on the platform outside the house, extending a gentle hand to her. (To be continued......)

PS: Well, there should be two more chapters, alas, alas.