In the past, I went back, and the willows followed.

Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling.

Qiuchen, like his mother, likes the faint sadness of a rainy day, only such an atmosphere can make his mood completely relaxed, like melting ice and snow in the sun, his dry and hard body is soft little by little, little by little, and the various feelings that are usually hidden and suppressed are fermented little by little.

The rain seeped into his eyes, his gaze ethereal through the scene in front of him, and was scattered into thousands of particles of light, and Qiuchen saw everything he wanted to see.

There was a mother, a father, a grandmother, and a dog older than him.

He stood in the rain and listened to the sound of the rain, as if he had fallen into a dream that he did not want to wake up from. The music is like a flowing spring, and the hollow guqin destroys the rain. He straightened his back, standing among the flying leaves, slowly closing his eyes to feel the moment it fell on his face, the expression on his face slightly relaxed the cold and hard lines, but it rarely revealed a trace of exhaustion. A few strands of hair fell between his brows, slightly swaying in the wind, slightly messy, and the rain from the corners of his forehead fell down his cheeks and dripped on the ground.

A hot tear slipped from the corner of his eye, crossed his pale cheek, and mixed with the rain.

Qiuchen stood crying in the rain so that others would not know that he was shedding tears. Because tears and rain merge together, even he can't tell whether they are tears or rain.

He could only vent his grief in this way, because there was no one in this world who gave him a sheltered harbor to dock into, and no one who had a broad shoulder to make him cry bitterly—he had no parents anymore.

He now understands what it means to be a tree that wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and a child who wants to raise but does not wait.

After so many years, going around and around, he has become a person again.

The rain rustled, not much, but it drenched his whole body. After a few minutes, he didn't tremble anymore, patted the dirt on his body, and walked with difficulty. He had no clue where he was going or where to go. In the past, he could go to the Cold Ice Pavilion to see his father, and the morning was the most sober time of the day for his father, and he could still accompany his father to talk and chat. But now, where is he going now?

The palace people behind him followed cautiously, and he yelled and reprimanded back. He vomits at the words he has spoken these days that persuade others not to rise from the dead, and the person who says them may not know how boring and disgusting his words can be. People can't be resurrected after death, he understands this truth, he understands it better than anyone else, he doesn't need them to remind him over and over again that his father is dead, he has no relatives, he must maintain the cold-blooded and calm that an emperor should have to deal with the funeral for his father, no!

But he couldn't say these words, he could only listen to each of them, and persuade him to mourn and change his ways, and persuade him not to be too sad.

He really wanted to say, will you be as calm as an ice cube when your father and mother die!

No one will listen to him say this.

Now, he just wants to be alone and quiet, just alone, let him sort out his thoughts. But as soon as he calmed down, he began to think crankily.

When people die, there is nothing, and sometimes he even feels that his father and mother have not existed in this world, and he is alone in this world, and all those joys are fake. He searched for traces of his parents countless times to tell himself that they really lived with him, and the most powerful evidence was his parents' graves.

But his parents don't have graves, and clothes are buried in the coffins, so he can only lie to his parents if he wants to go to worship.

He restrained himself for a month, guarding his father's coffin for a month, pretending that his father was buried in the ground. But who knew that her parents were not buried at all, where did Ann come from?

He is ashamed of his parents and the son of man!

Qiu Chenshen stepped into the imperial garden with one shallow foot, and the mud that had just rained seemed to be as annoying as a swamp, and he almost took a step to fall. Trembling all over, he stumbled and fell on top of the flowers, his body soaked with the mud mixed with the rain and the mud mixed with the mud.

Qiuchen finally cried out, he couldn't get up for a long time, the rain was very heavy, and the white chrysanthemums that fluttered with the rain converged into a sea of flowers, and many white chrysanthemum petals hit his body, as if to comfort him.

"Father, don't go, don't go...... Mother, I miss you so much, where are you, take me away, I don't want to be alone, it's too painful, woo......"

Qiuchen lay on the ground and cried for a long time, his voice gradually quieter, replaced by the sound of rushing rain and his breathing.

He fell asleep.

No one knows how the new emperor survived these days. He slept only one or two hours a day, waking up at the sound of a sound, and the moment he opened his eyes, the white curtain of the bed told him that he was alone from now on. Then endless sorrow would come over him, and he could no longer sleep, so he could only sit until dawn.

He was so tired, and the rain was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Pei Yi leaned on the flower stand next to the window, pursed his lips as beautiful as cherry blossoms, and looked at the man on the bed quietly, with a tall and thin figure and a slightly frowning brow. In the light and misty starlight, it seems like a beautiful boy who walked out of the painting.

Pei Yi is the blue-eyed boy.

The boy sat beside the blooming flower tree, his hair as black as jade with a faint sheen, and the skin on his neck was as delicate as fine porcelain. The smooth and fair face is full of sharp and angular cold handsomeness, the beautiful facial features are like knife carvings, the long eyebrows are like swords, the eyes are like stars, the nose is like hanging gall, and the thin lips are tightly pursed. A sky-blue straight-placked robe, the drape of the clothes is excellent, the waist is tied with a wide belt of moon white auspicious cloud pattern, and only a piece of excellent jade jade is hung on it, the shape seems rough but simple and gloomy.

The black hair was tied with a silver ribbon at will, without a crown or hairpin, and a few strands of hair on the forehead were scattered by the wind, intertwined with the silver ribbon and flying, looking quite light. He is eighteen years old, he is getting more and more handsome, and his facial features have a deep taste that is different from others.

This face is unparalleled in the world, as long as you see it once, you will never forget it, and you will never forget it.

Pei Yi likes Qiuchen very much, and he is only close to Qiuchen. When he looks at others, he is arrogant, arrogant and lonely but arrogant, and he is a strong man who is proud of the world. The eyes of the cold stars on the winter night revealed an irresistible aura of aristocratic pride. In addition, a pair of blue eyes reflect the smoothness of the sun, as if the eyes are slightly glowing with golden luster, which is not like a real person.

But he was well-behaved like a cat in front of Qiuchen, and his warm hearts were itching.

Qiuchen murmured softly and woke up in a warm sun. He opened his eyes with fluttering eyelashes, his eyes confused when he first woke up. The sadness of opening the eyes is still lingering in the eyes, and something bad is dreamed of in the dream. The rain stopped, and the birds outside were chirping and singing, and he was not in the mood to listen to them, his eyes were empty, and he stared at the window in a daze. His eyes were hazy and confused, and he didn't think anything at first glance.

Pei Yi saw Qiuchen wake up, hurriedly closed the bamboo book in his hand, stood up and walked to the bedside, the wide sky blue sleeves hung softly, swaying lightly with the wind, as gentle as a cloud, as soft as the moon.

The soft sleeves swept over Qiuchen's cheeks, and Qiuchen gently closed his eyes.

He touched Qiuchen's forehead and breathed a sigh of relief when he felt that the temperature had returned to normal.

Pei Yi's eyes were cold and clear, with a slight tenderness, and his tone was a little angry. "Awake? Wake up and take a sip of soup, you haven't eaten today. Pei Yi's voice is so easy to recognize, the tone is not light or heavy, it makes people feel comfortable to hear, Qiuchen knows that it is him when he hears it.

Qiuchen knew that Pei Yi had been silently following him these days, and he didn't comfort him like others, but just watched him quietly, and was very obedient by his side without making noise.

"How long did I sleep?" Qiuchen sat up with his groggy head, his whole body was weak and weak, and he knew that the time he had spoken was not short.

"In three hours, the sun is about to set." Pei Yi said. "I cooked porridge, it may not be delicious, and if it is not good to smoke, I have to eat it, this is the first time I have cooked porridge."

"Okay." Qiuchen nodded helplessly and smiled. "You've made the best cooking."

It was the first time he had laughed in a month, and after smiling, he realized that he was no longer familiar with laughter.

"Pei Yi, my father, really passed away?" Qiuchen asked suddenly.

Pei Yisheng's hand paused, and instead of answering Qiuchen's question directly, he put the soup in Qiuchen's hand and said with a smile: "Come, taste it, be careful of scalding." ”

Qiuchen pushed the soup away, and suddenly shouted: "Is my father really gone, is it Pei Yi, you answer me!" ”

Pei Yi hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

Qiuchen seemed to react, his eyes widened, his mouth open, and asked. My father is there, if he is really dead, why didn't he even give me a dream, it's been a month, not a dream. After speaking, he opened his mouth and was stunned for a long time.

After a while, he came back to his roots, his lips trembled, he couldn't say a word, then he lowered his head deeply, bit his lip hard, his hands clenched into fists, his shoulders trembled, and his nose let out a faint sob.

Pei Yi patted him lightly on the shoulder, pursed his lips and couldn't say a word.

Suddenly, Qiuchen raised his head. His eyes were covered with bright red bloodshots, and his eyes were red.

"Pei Yi ......"

"I'm here, I've always been there, don't be afraid." Pei Yi replied softly.

This sentence seems to be a switch, which stimulates all Qiuchen's feelings.

He covered his mouth with his right hand and cried bitterly with a "wow".

Bean-sized tears slid through the corners of his eyes like flowing water, and his face was full of sour tears. He lay on Pei Yi's shoulder and cried, let out a low wail from his mouth, covered his face with his hands, and slowly squatted down.

Qiuchen was already crying so much that he couldn't make a sound, he could only whimper lowly, but he couldn't stop crying.

He cried bitterly for a long, long time, and Pei Yi squatted with him, comforted him gently, and patted him on the back.

"Qiuchen, do you know, people will go to the underworld after death, and to go to the underworld, you must take the Huangquan Road, there are many flowers blooming on both sides of the Huangquan Road, they are called the other side of the flower, go to the end of the Huangquan Road and see a river, called the Lechuan River, there is a stone by the river, called Sansheng Stone, there is a bridge on the Lechuan River called Nai He Bridge, you will see a soil platform when you walk across the Nai He Bridge, called Wangxiang Terrace, and there is an old lady surnamed Meng on the side of Wangxiang Terrace, she uses the water of the Lechuan River to boil soup for everyone who walks here."

Qiuchen's crying was quieter, and he was listening to what Pei Yi said.

"According to legend, as long as you walk to the end of this Huangquan Road, you can see the Lechuan River, record your past and present life on the Sansheng Stone, step on the Nai He Bridge, go to see the last look at the old people in the world on the Wangxiang Terrace, and finally drink Meng Po soup, you will forget everything in this life, troubles, sorrows, grievances, festivals, including all relatives and friends."

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