Shen Lian didn't go under the knife after all.

The last reason pulled him back from the cliff, and suddenly he calmed down, it was a kind of calmness that made people feel cold, and Shen Lian, who was standing there, was no longer a living person.

Zombie.

Silently put the embroidered spring knife back into the sheath, and looked at his grandfather Shen Qi silently, and said without the slightest emotion: "You are wrong." ”

You're all wrong.

Turn around silently, and I'll prove you all wrong.

Shen Qi was stunned.

I don't know what happened to this very important grandson, he came in anger and left indifferently, what did he want to do?

Shen Lian's parents hesitated, didn't pull Shen Lian, turned around and walked quickly to the side courtyard.

Shen Lian walked out of the door, looked back at the Zhumen Gaohu who he was once proud of, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, remembering the words of Lu Ban, the alien son of Jiang Qiuzhou Lao Tie, before he died.

One of my wishes is that the world will be united with all talents.

That's too high.

Now I, Shen Lian, also have a wish.

May there be no lintel in the world, and may a lover eventually become a family.

Shen Lian turned around, absolutely.

A heartbroken voice suddenly sounded in his ears, "Lian'er! ”

Shen Lian froze, finally turned around slowly, looked at his parents standing in front of the door, and his father, who didn't speak much and had no sense of existence in the Shen clan, was dressed in a Confucian shirt, but nodded to himself with a resolute gaze.

Knowing the son is more than the father.

My father was also a son-in-law, and he had endured the pain he had endured.

The mother of the famous lady met her father from a poor family, but Lang Qing and concubine had to face the high pressure of the secular gatekeeper, if it weren't for the mother's threat of death, if it weren't for the father's final imperial examination in the same jinshi, he would not even be qualified to enter the family.

The gentle mother who knew the etiquette had cried into tears.

stepped forward a few steps, stroked Shen Lian's white hair with teary eyes, choked up and said, "Lian'er, why bother." ”

Shen Lian burst into tears, "Mother's ......"

Behind him, his father, who was holding back tears, coughed.

The mother handed over the wooden box in her hand, "Lian'er, this is ...... Bosom friend. ”

Shen Lian looked at the small wooden box, reached out and took it tremblingly, his heart broke again, living in such a small place, bosom friend, you have been wronged......

Taking the wooden box, Shen Lian knelt down: "The child is not filial, and he will report it in the next life." ”

After thinking about it, he said: "Father, mother, Shen Wangshu, who belongs to the Qianwang Mansion, is a stranger, the second elder doesn't have to worry about it, and the child doesn't recognize him, just treat him as if he is not the flesh and blood of the child." ”

Shen Lian got up and left.

Shen's father, who didn't speak much but was resolute, finally burst into tears silently.

Once gone, can father and son see each other again?

Laughing silently.

Bear birth to a son, go, and let the world hear your voice.

……

……

Li Ruyu stared at Shen Lian, who was silently returning with a wooden box, and was shocked.

Is this a living person?

In him, there was not the slightest sense of anger.

Shen Lian sat in front of Li Ruyu with a wooden box in his arms, regarded it as a treasure, refused to let go for a moment, and said in a walking corpse: "Can I ask you for one thing." ”

Li Ruyu looked at Shen Lian and didn't speak.

Abnormality must be a demon.

Didn't something happen to Shen Lianmo, what was in the wooden box?

"When I die, if I can collect the body, burn me, and put it with my bosom friend, if not, please pick a green mountain and green water, and let my bosom friend be in the ground."

No matter life or death, there is no separation in this life.

"That Shen Wangshu in the Qianwang Mansion, although he is a stranger, is my son after all, if he does good deeds, I hope that one day you can save him, if you do more injustice, please punish him."

Wangshu is a doting person who is a bosom friend, and he doesn't want to see her sad under Jiuquan.

Li Ruyu moved his lips and stopped talking.

Shen Lian is explaining what happened in the future, what does he want to do?

Shen Lian smiled lifelessly, "If you don't speak, I'll take you as a tacit." The smile was full of despair, "Do you want to hear a story, a very simple and vulgar story." ”

Li Ruyu was still silent, but Shen Lian was talking to himself.

It's a very simple vulgar story.

There was once a young man, born in a lintel family, who wanted to compare with the heavenly public test when he read poetry and books, but he still fell behind in a big move after the family used his connections, and the young man had no confidence.

His father had a long talk with him.

The young man suddenly woke up, hired a few masters of flower boxing and embroidered legs, practiced swords, guns and sticks, and wanted to use his family power to make a name for himself in the army.

At the end of the winter of Fu Xiang's seventh year, Shunzong issued an order to the world, and the draft filled the harem.

In the early spring of the eighth year of Fu Xiang, after a sad dusk, the young man practiced sticks for a day, and planned to go out to find fox friends and dog friends to drink flower wine on the shore of Xizi Lake.

The young man pushed the door in.

The ginkgo trees in the yard are very yellow, reflecting the sunset brilliance, dazzling.

Under the tree, a woman stood.

A skirt flutters to the ground, without makeup and no powder.

She stood there quietly.

He didn't speak, just quietly watched the quiet sunset.

Inexplicably, it makes people feel quiet sadness.

The sunset hits the body, and it inexplicably reminds people of those yellow flowers of tomorrow, as if they are about to wither in the world, making people desperate and breathless.

She turned her head slightly and said softly, Hello brother, I am Xiaoyin.

She was laughing.

The smile is desolate, like the falling ginkgo yellow leaves, withering day by day, the vitality passes, and the future is not visible.

In an instant, she lived in the heart of the youth.

She waved her hand and said, "Brother, look, the sunset is so beautiful."

The young man looked at her in a daze for a long time before softly saying that you are more beautiful.

The woman's surname is Shen, and her name is bosom friend.

Shunzong draft, the woman selected by the Shen family is about to enter the palace, and if she passes the palace selection, she will become a show girl.

A short time together is a lifetime of entanglement.

The young man lived in her heart.

The young man was unwilling, found his father and mother, and found his grandfather, who was a scholar of Hallym University, but after all, it was difficult to disobey the will of the family, and the young man did not give up, and tried every means to meet the empress who was only the master of the harem at that time.

The woman who was like a colorful cloud said a word, Your Majesty's mind is irreversible, there are thousands of peanuts in the world, why should you stick to it.

The big picture is set and nothing can be changed.

In the twilight of late spring, Shen Zhiyin, who was about to enter the palace, looked at the young man under the ginkgo tree, and said with tears like rain, goodbye brother.

Good bye.

Never again.

Ginkgo biloba has been reborn, but youth and women are dying out.

A bosom friend who has no scheming, in the harem, where he eats people and does not spit out bones, can only become a foil after all, and finally withers in the cold palace, and his life is desolate.

Shen Lian, who was telling the story, was already in tears unconsciously.

Said that I still remember, in that dusk, the tears that slipped from her eyes were heartbroken, saying goodbye was as resolute as iron, and there was the illusion of the scorching sun burning in the chaos, and the sunset of that day made my life go into the eternal night.

Silent.

There was a long silence.

Li Ruyu looked at the man trapped by love in front of him, and finally sighed, the fourteen-year-old boy didn't understand.

Aunt Zhou, who was listening to the story behind the door, was already crying with pear blossoms and rain.

Shen Lian got up and walked to the bedroom.

Suddenly looked back at Li Ruyu, "Actually, I respect Liu Xiangyang very much, he has the courage to reason with the world, and his death is strong enough to leave history." ”

And I, too, want to tear that night apart.

Die or die!