In April of that year, the begonias bloomed just right, and the fallen flowers raised by the horses' hooves on the road finally settled after a while.

I vaguely remember that someone once whispered in his ear that Luo Hong's falling red is not a ruthless thing, and turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

He is just a layman, how can he understand the taste of those literati and inkmen, even if he is handsome and handsome, learning to wear white clothes and shake folding fans, he is still nondescript, and it is difficult to attach elegance.

This layman, he has a friend, who was paid for three copper plates of tea in a teahouse.

It is fate, that day this layman went to the teahouse teahouse on a whim, but met a little scholar who couldn't afford to pay for tea, the scholar wanted to say a book in the teahouse to pay for the tea, and the layman settled the account for him, and took the person home, intending to listen to him.

That's two years.

In the past two years, the scholars have talked about the chivalrous enmity and enmity in the books, and there are also the children of the girl's family.

After a long time, the layman is like a son from a family.

When the scholar left, it was drizzling, and he took advantage of the night to walk alone on the way out of the Central Plains, and he didn't go to say goodbye to anyone, but only left a letter on the table and left.

The next day the rain stopped, that night seemed to be very windy, the scholar left without the door, and when he got up, the house was full of begonia flowers that had been knocked down by the rain, quite a taste of some people walking away from the tea.

He didn't open the letter to read it, but threw it directly into the stove where the incense was still burning, and the spark attached the letter, which spread rapidly, and in a blink of an eye it became a pile of ashes, and when the wind blew, there was nothing left, just like the relationship that he had hidden in his heart for more than a year.

He felt that when people are gone, they are gone, and they take away things that should not be taken away, which is enough to become a reason for them to meet strangers in the future, and they are destined not to be all the way.

In fact, the laity have a very nice word, called Jieyu.

The interpretation flower is the begonia flower, they met in the season full of begonias in April, and this word was also given to him by the scholar.

The layman's surname is Xiao, and the country's surname is . His full name is Xiao Sheng, the most unsuccessful prince in the mouth of the people, but he sits firmly on the throne of the crown prince.

He looked at the books that the scholar had read, and practiced the words written by the scholar, and some people said that he was not like him anymore, but like a gentleman of self-cultivation in an academy.

Three months after the scholar left, Xiao Sheng almost lived like him, when the matchmaker who came to the door in the house almost stepped through the threshold, but he didn't listen to the things outside the window and only grinded ink and painted in his own small courtyard.

In September of the same year, the border pass was broken, and the enemy country got the border defense layout map from nowhere, resulting in the defeat of the Xiao army, 30,000 soldiers and horses did not survive, and the corpses were everywhere outside the pass.

After all, it is too far away from the border pass, and the smell of blood there cannot be transmitted to the imperial city.

Can't you pass it?

Xiao Sheng stood on the pavilion, quietly watching a pair of mother and daughter hugging each other on the street and crying silently, what are they crying about, the daughter is crying for the father who can't come back, the woman is crying for the husband she can't come back, and the initiator of all this is him.

The scholar left, and he took it with him, along with the layout of the country's border defense.

He was a sinner, an unforgivable sin, who killed 30,000 people, brought about the fall of a dynasty, and separated many couples of family wives, he didn't know, and he also harmed himself.

It didn't take long for the fall of a dynasty, the border pass was broken, the enemy country was almost invincible, Xiao Sheng was no longer a big prince, he now had nothing, just a commoner.

After the change of dynasty, the new emperor ascended the throne.

When he was parading through the streets, Xiao Sheng recognized that the general who led the ride on a white horse and sang a military uniform was the scholar he had been thinking about for months.

Now he is a commoner, he is a general, he is humbled to the dust, he is on a white horse, and he is full of spirit.

When the horse's hooves stepped in front of his eyes, he didn't even look up at the horse, he didn't actually hate, the country was ruined, and he was also to blame.

"There is one person in the dead country, and twenty hearts are dead."

When the scholar found this character, he had been looking for the eldest prince for more than half a year, but the handwriting of this character was like that of a scholar.

When the scholar left, Xiao Sheng was twenty years old, and these words seemed to tell him that at that time, that person had already predicted the fate of his country.

When he found Xiao Sheng's residence, he was already in seclusion, living in a bamboo hut in the mountains.

After learning the news, the scholar set off overnight, thirty kilometers away, ran and killed the group of horses that had accompanied him to the killing field, and then walked five kilometers on foot, but it turned out to be Xiao Sheng's closed door.

The scholar waited outside the door for seven days, and he didn't feel bored listening to the people inside the door stroking the piano every day, and even felt that it would be good if they could go on like this, and the closest distance between them was only this door.

Seven days later, there was no movement inside the door, no matter how the scholar knocked on the door, there was no response from inside, and in this mountain, the silence was a little terrible.

Until the tenth day, the scholar couldn't help but break in, but saw the figure of the man under the begonia tree in the courtyard, he lowered his eyelids, the years are quiet, but... There was no breath.

The scene in front of the scholar was a little like a painting, and the man in white clothes and black hair leaned against the begonia tree.

But such a scene made him collapse.

He carefully hugged the already cold corpse, as if he was dealing with a sleeping person for fear of waking up his sleep, which was cautious and seemed a little self-deceptive.

"There is no one who has a dead heart in the dead country, there is only one sweetheart of mine." The scholar's voice was very light and so light that you might not be able to hear it if you didn't listen carefully.

That night, the scholar muttered to himself all night, and the most he said was, "I still owe you a bowl of tea money, you open your eyes and look at me, ask me how I am, I will give you whatever you want, status, money or my life, please look at me, look at me." In the end, his tone was choked, but the person in his arms couldn't give any response.

One night is enough for a person to recognize the reality, and later, the scholar found him a place full of begonias and buried his sweetheart, the grave was dug by his own hands, and the tablet was carved by his own hands.

What is written on the tablet is - Xiao Yu's wife.

Yes, that scholar, he is also surnamed Xiao.

Later, you were no longer in the Imperial City, but he lived like you.

Every year after that, the scholars would return to the place where the monument was erected and plant a begonia, fifty-three years, fifty-three begonias.

There, it had already become a sea of flowers, until the old man no longer had the strength to plant the fifty-fourth tree, he climbed to the side of the stele with his hands and feet and hugged the stele tightly as if grasping the last straw, and the last words he said before closing his eyes were "I came to look for you." ”

The old man seemed to be asleep, his face was peaceful, and the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to tell the old man that he was having a sweet dream that he did not want to wake up.

Fifty-four years ago, the scholar's letter read, "Wait until I come back." He didn't wait.

Now he went to find him.

That country is now prosperous, and no one knows that their former general, who played as a scholar in an enemy country for two years, finally lost his heart.

Until many years later, the white bones on the stele can still see the appearance of the year.

It's like listening to a story in a teahouse, as soon as Qi Zhao's voice falls, the story comes to an abrupt end.

Qi Zhao is like a scholar in the story, who deceived Lu Yunshu's feelings, and eventually ruined her country.

Lu Yunshu hugged Qi Zhao a little sadly, "Their love was missed like this." ”