The next day, Jinghui was so excited that she ran to Xiu'e, asked her to go to Shuinan to find someone, and brought a message to Shengda, saying that Jinghui's mother agreed, and Xiu'e was also very happy, seeing that the sisters who grew up with her since childhood could have a good home, and she felt the same way, so she went to do it immediately.

The next few days are naturally easy days, for Jinghui, everything in this world is as she wishes, can you not be happy.

Good days always pass quickly, the only thing that is a little uncomfortable is, why haven't you waited for Shengda's reply? Where is this big stupid goose? What are you doing? Don't hurry home yet.

The red lotus fragrance remnants of the jade in autumn. Lightly untie Luo Shang and go on the Lanzhou alone. Who in the clouds sends the brocade book, when the goose word returns, the moon is full in the west building.

The flowers float and the water flows freely. One lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.

Jinghui chatted better than nothing, silently writing Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plums? Red Lotus Fragrance Residual Jade Autumn"; But it's okay, because it's about to be the Mid-Autumn Festival, and last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, they agreed that no matter what, they must meet again this year's Mid-Autumn Festival.

The Mid-Autumn Festival finally arrived in full of joy, from morning to evening, Jinghui has been sitting at the door, looking at the direction of Nanjie, like a girl to be married, very excited, but her face has to pretend to be very calm.

Why hasn't this dead Shengda come yet? What the hell is going on? After dinner, everyone went to put the river lanterns as usual, and the younger brothers went in a swarm, and Jinghui came to the shade of the tree where the two stood together last year.

Seeing the river of lanterns flowing slowly, she was looking forward to it, because she believed that Shengda would suddenly appear by her side like last year.

What will happen to him this year? It shouldn't be unkempt again, thinking of the scene when I saw him last year, Jinghui couldn't help but be sweet and happy, that big stupid goose, stupid, messy hair, dirty face, it's funny......

……

Await...

Waiting in waiting, anxious

Disappointed...

Disappointment in disappointment, hopelessness

Helpless...

Helplessness in helplessness, despair

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What the hell is going on here? The lanterns in the river gradually became scarce, and the crowd gradually went home, but the person who should have come still didn't wait, Jinghui began to panic a little, what happened? Keep asking yourself, what the hell is going on?

Unable to give himself an answer, what the hell is wrong with him? Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for him not to come, and it is impossible for him to forget it. But now, there is indeed no shadow of him.

Jinghui was full of doubts and worries, and as the crowd reluctantly went home, she wanted to wait a little longer, in case he was delayed on the road, and finally came and didn't find himself, how disappointed it would be.

However, it's late now, and if you don't go back, your parents will be worried, and the younger brothers can't wait anymore, and they don't know their sister's thoughts, and they feel that it's time to go home or not, so they only keep urging.

There is no way, Jinghui has to go home with her younger brothers, turning back three times in one step, how much I hope that in the next time I look back, I can see you rushing from a distance, but every time I look back, I see only disappointment, in addition to disappointment, or disappointment.

At this time, it is too much like Ouyang Xiu's "Shengchazi? Yuan Xi", the ancients wrote my current mood hundreds of years ago:

On New Year's Eve last year, the flower market was lit up like day.

The willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk.

On New Year's Eve this year, the moon and lights are still the same.

I didn't see last year's people, and my tears wet the sleeves of my spring shirt.

When I got home, I couldn't sleep all night, worried and disappointed. Until the morning of the next day, Xiu'e came over and secretly gave the paper fan to Jinghui, and Jinghui knew at a glance that it was the fan that was given to Shengda on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival last year.

Xiu'e said: "The people from Shuinan came to tell her and told you not to wait for him"

"Why?"

"I don't know, I didn't say it", "I heard that he is developed outside and lives a life of spending and drinking", Xiu'e said fiercely, it is really worthless for Jinghui.

I waited for a year, but I waited for such news; Jinghui trembled her hands, took the paper fan, and was speechless, waving her hand weakly, letting Xiu'e go home first, she needed to be quiet.

After Xiu'e left, Jinghui was no longer able to stand, and sat directly on the ground in the room, clutching the paper fan tightly in her hand, wishing that this was a knife, so that she could use it to kill herself, but it was better than any knife in the world, and it was dismembering her Ling Chi piece by piece.

Looking out the window at the plane tree, the yellowed leaves were swirling, drifting in the wind, the autumn breeze was bleak, and slowly, slowly, the whole world suddenly lost its color and turned gray.

If life is only as it first sees,

What's the autumn wind sad painting fan.

Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts,

But the old way is that people's hearts are fickle.

Lishan language is half a night,

Tears and rain rain bell will not complain in the end.

What a lucky brocade Lang,

Wishing on the day of the wings.

Jing Hui whispered Nalan Rongruo's "Magnolia Flower Order? "Imitation of the Ancient Decisive Words", there is no crying, no tears, is it because the heart is dead, will not cry? But I want to cry, but I can't cry.

I don't know if it was because I had been sitting on the ground for a long time, suffering from the autumn cold, or if I was already weak, Jinghui was seriously ill and lay in bed for three days and three nights.

In the dark night, Jing Huiwu stared at her dark eyes and thought, why can't she die? If you die before this Mid-Autumn Festival, how good it would be, how happy it would be to die, because you live so happily.

But now, I still can't die, what a uncomfortable thing it is to live, but I can't die, "my parents are here, I don't travel far", and similarly, "my parents are here, I don't take my life".

Therefore, no matter how uncomfortable and wronged you are, you have to live, just take it as the sin of the previous life, and pay it back in this life.

I am dead, though alive;

You are alive, but you are dead.

In this life, there will be no more such as you;

In this life, even if there is a goodbye, it is still a passerby.

Three days later, after Jinghui, who had just recovered from a serious illness, got up, she silently washed her hair and took a bath, washed it clean, changed into clean clothes, and walked into her mother's room, the first sentence was:

"Mother, help me get married, marry as far away as possible"

"That's... What about him? The well-informed mother in the county actually went to ask Xiu'e, vaguely knew about it, and her heart was also mixed, and now she can only let her daughter digest and bear it herself, as a parent, this kind of thing can't help.

"He? He's dead."

"......", after a moment of silence, the mother still sighed and said:

"Okay, I'll do it, you have to take care of your body, and the days will be long."

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