Ye Zhichao could only calm down, close his eyes quietly, lie on the bed, and hang his arms. In the confusion, there seemed to be a person standing in front of him, slowly approaching him, slowly approaching him, but he couldn't see clearly who this person was, this person reached out and touched his arm, Ye Zhichao immediately retracted as if he was electrified, very sensitive. I suddenly woke up, sat up, and thought carefully, don't I still have an unopened credit card?

First go to take a shower, wash off the tiredness of the body, put on a white dress and prepare to go, there are still a few dollars on the bus to the town, open a credit card to withdraw some money, charge the phone bill to call Liqiong, but Liqiong did not answer, continue to catch the bus to the passenger station to take the last passenger bus, arrived at Huaikou Station when it was already dark. Ye Zhichao wandered alone on the street, and when he returned to the hotel, he could only arrive at Liqiong's house tomorrow.

On this way, Ye Zhichao kept calling Liqiong, and there was no interruption until the hotel, but Liqiong did not answer. At this time, Ye Zhichao must be thinking, maybe Liqiong is angry with him again, saying that he can go to her house today but he didn't arrive today, because he missed the appointment, and he only rushed over early tomorrow morning to explain the situation and strive for her forgiveness. After Ye Zhichao walked into the room, there was a big bed in the middle, the bathroom and toilet next to the bedroom, after washing, he lay on the bed and then turned off the light in the room, in the dark room, Ye Zhichao turned sideways, his eyes kept looking at the pink curtains and was a little sad, and he shed tears unconsciously, and he didn't know what was wrong with him? Tonight is a little sad, gently close my eyes, listen to the sound of traffic outside the hotel and the sound of horns, the sound of closing the shutter door of the store, the cry of the baby and other noisy sounds, and then late at night to restore quiet.

At night there is smoke and the field is empty. On this mysterious land, many Qiong flowers bloom, as big as a plate, white as jade, blooming in clusters with green leaves, blooming in the midst of smoke. Ye Zhichao stood on the path full of Qionghua flowers, looking at this empty flat land, surrounded by lush forests and mountains. I don't know when the smoke began to slowly dissipate, and the white Qionghua gradually withered and withered. In the dense forest, a white shadow slowly walked out, with long black hair, and his steps were very light, very light, and slowly walked towards Ye Zhichao, standing in front of him.

The woman in white was pale, her eyes bulged out, her eyes were like copper balls, and blood and tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, looking sickly and painful.

Ye Zhichao stood in front of the woman in white, looked at her and looked at her with a dull gaze, and said, "Liqiong, what's wrong with you?" Liqiong, Liqiong," The woman in white slowly approached Ye Zhichao, looking at her and reaching out to touch her pale face, but she couldn't touch her face.

"Chao, I'm leaving, you have to take good care of yourself, and we'll be married again in the next life."

"I don't want any afterlife, I want this life, Liqiong, don't leave me, okay? All right? ”

Ye Zhichao watched Liqiong leave him like this, floating like a breeze, leaving him. Ye Zhichao looked at Liqiong who was going away and cried: "Liqiong, Liqiong, no, no, don't leave me." ”

"Don't leave me, no, no," Ye Zhichao suddenly sat up at the head of the bed, pressed the switch at the head of the bed, turned on the light, stretched out his hand and touched his eyes, there were tears in the corners of his eyes, tears wet pillows, got up and opened the curtains and looked out the window, it was not yet dawn, and looked at the mobile phone on the bedside table, that is, four or five o'clock in the morning. After Ye Zhichao woke up, he couldn't sleep anymore. Ye Zhichao stood up, stood at the window and looked out the window, waiting until dawn.

The sky gradually brightened, and Ye Zhichao walked out of the hotel and revealed a hint of coldness from time to time. Autumn was crisp, he took a taxi to a small town, got out of the car and called Liqiong, but still no one answered. Today's streets seem particularly quiet and deserted. After Ye Zhichao got out of the car, he carried some gifts and looked for them according to his memory, walked to the street, walked around and stood in front of a very simple house, with earthen walls and green tiles, and the yard in front of the house was very large.

Liqiong's father just walked out of the house and met Ye Zhichao on the path next to the yard, still carrying a big-tailed dead rooster in his hand. Liqiong's father stood in front of Ye Zhichao and was stunned, and called out to Liqiong's mother who was in the house: "Wife, Zhichao is here," You turned his head to face Ye Zhichao and sighed, paused for a long time before saying: "Liqiong, she, she, she went last night." ”

"What? This can't be, how can it be? Ye Zhichao hurriedly stepped back after hearing this, and then his mind was suddenly startled, and it was blank. How could Ye Zhichao accept that Liqiong was dead, so he said.

One day after the Mid-Autumn Festival, he said that she was a little uncomfortable, her chest was dull, she couldn't breathe, and she didn't want to eat. I took her to get a pair of Chinese medicine and ate it, and I saw that her blood was much better in the second day, and she could eat the food, but I didn't expect to find her get up the next day, thinking that she was still lazy in bed. When Liqiong's mother went to call her, she found her lying on the bed, feces and urine scattered on the bed, her lips were long, her eyes were round, and she was panting, and her breath was very weak, so she asked his uncle to drive her to Huaikou Hospital, and she couldn't even draw blood, so she choked her breath that night, and pulled her body back this morning for cremation. She has hyperthyroidism and diabetes, and if she says she will die, you see how annoying it is," Liqiong's father sighed again after speaking, and said, "She just left like this, you better forget her." ”

Forget her, Ye Zhichao is a person who values feelings, can he forget if he forgets? The wounds in my heart can never be erased. At this time, Ye Zhichao was very calm, very calm, and he didn't even say a word calmly, which was a little abnormal.

"Alas! She's gone, so don't be sad," he said, walking up the street. Liqiong's parents bought a house in the town for Liqiong's brother to marry, but the two of them lived in the dilapidated old house. On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ye Zhichao and Liqiong spent the night together. At this time, Ye Zhichao stood outside the door and said, "Uncle, auntie, I want to go upstairs to have a look." ”

"You don't have to go up, sad," After finishing speaking, Liqiong's father looked at Ye Zhichao, and then followed Liqiong's mother upstairs. Ye Zhichao stood outside the gate, looked forward, walked to the supermarket opposite and bought some pen, ink, paper and inkstone, walked into the hall and sat in front of the Eight Immortals Table, spread the paper on the table, wrote the words "hanging wife", and then wrote this eulogy, turning it into ashes together, but Ye Zhichao still stood aside and said nothing.

In the end, Ye Zhichao and Liqiong's parents went upstairs, walked into this room and looked at the white walls around them, as well as the standing cabinet standing on the side, opened the two doors, which were all the clothes that Liqiong had worn, and that scene came to mind, Liqiong was sitting on the small bed in the room, there was a fan and a small kettle next to her, and there was a TV hanging on the wall, Ye Zhichao stood next to Liqiong and watched her sort out these clothes, handed them to Ye Zhichao and hung them in the cabinet, what a warm picture this is! Now it was empty, there was nothing in the room, there was nothing, when he opened the door of the vertical cabinet, he hit it head-on, and Liqiong's parents, who were standing behind him, were frightened, and quickly reached out to grab Ye Zhichao. At this time, Zhichao knelt on the ground with his legs, stuck his head on the ground, and cried.

"Just let me go with her."

"You can't go with her, what if you go with your parents?" Liqiong's parents stood on both sides, helped Zhichao up, and when they walked out of the room, they looked back at the empty room.

Liqiong flowers have fallen, the vicissitudes of life, the past, turned into dust, and turned into ashes.

Liqiong's flowers fall, and the beauty falls, separated from yin and yang, the soul is gone, and the yin wind is drifting.

Red and autumn white, cold water flows eastward, and there is no hope for empty buildings. The lonely moon on the willow outside the cold pavilion, the red face is thin, and the companionship is very short like a flash in the pan, and then withered, sad cry! Cry out!

Now that it is gone, who will forget? The soul floats all over the world, exuding loneliness.

Now that he is gone, his relatives are painful, who will support him? is free and easy, how can a wisp of green smoke drift away, and the wind is sad.

Grief and sorrow, suffering is draining, heaven and man are pretentious, and there is no return. Listen! The cold wind is shining, and a few cold clothes are wrapped, separated from me by yin and yang, and empty expectations. Empty thoughts, long cold nights. Liqiong blossoms.

——Selected poems of Zhongxian "Liqiong Flowers Fall"