Leng Yi walked slowly along the path, his back garden was very large, if he didn't have a goal, he wouldn't be able to find where Xiao Zhouhou was for a while. So, he walked slowly along the path. walked all the way to a gazebo in the middle, and then saw Xiao Zhouhou, sitting alone on the edge of the gazebo, staring blankly at the pond.

Under the moonlight, the delicate back looked so lonely and cold, sitting motionless on the jade railing, leaning against a pillar of the pavilion, like a statue.

Leng Yi walked over slowly, until she reached behind her, and she didn't seem to have any sense.

Leng Yi looked at Xiao Zhouhou, and the cold moonlight shone on her face, full of misery and loneliness. I couldn't help but feel pity and fear of scaring her, so I took a few steps back, and then coughed softly.

Xiao Zhou woke up like a dream, hurriedly turned around, couldn't see the figure in the pavilion clearly, and hurriedly asked, "Who?" ”

"It's me." Leng Yi said softly, "What's wrong?" Sitting here alone. ”

"Brother Yi. I'm ......, I'm fine...... Just walk around. Xiao Zhou stood up, "Why are you here?" ”

Leng Yi walked over and sat down on the railing beside her: "Seeing that you didn't go to the play, I went to see it, saying that you came to the back garden alone, and I happened to feel bored listening to the play, and I also wanted to walk around the back garden, so I came." Why are you sitting alone in a daze? ”

"It's nothing ......" Xiao Zhou also sat down, turned to look at the pond, and was silent again.

Leng Yi raised the wine jug in his hand: "The beautiful scenery on a good day, how can there be no wine?" What do you think? Drink a little? ”

Xiao Zhou turned his head to look at him. Suddenly, he reached over, took the flask, and brought it to his lips. Leaning her neck, she poured it down in one breath, and Leng Yi hurriedly pressed her hand in a panic: "Oops! Although your name is Nuying, you are a heroine among women, but you can't drink like this! ”

Xiao Zhouhou drank too quickly, choked a little, and coughed uncertainly while covering his mouth.

Leng Yi hesitated. Reach out and gently beat her back.

Xiao Zhou stopped, gasped, and looked at Leng Yi with a sideways face. and he shall reach out and take the flask in his hand. Leng Yi hurriedly hid the wine jug behind him and said with a smile: "Just this pot of wine, leave a little for me." ”

"I want to drink. Give me! ”

Leng Yi looked at her and sighed. "I can only drink one sip." Can't be too fast! ”

"Hmm!" Xiao Zhou nodded.

Leng Yi handed her the wine.

Xiao Zhou took it later, leaned his neck, and poured it down again. Leng Yi had no choice but to snatch the flask again. Shake it a little, it's already more than half gone. I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Xiao Zhou drank most of the pot of wine, and soon became drunk, his body shook a little, his head was lowered, and he looked at the moon in the water and was silent.

Leng Yi knows. After Xiao Zhou, it must be the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I miss my husband Li Yu who is far away in southern Xinjiang. Then he looked up at the sky and the moon. Youyou chanted: "'Xiaolou had another east wind last night, and the homeland is unbearable to look back at the moonlight. But I don't know where Brother Chongguang is tonight? Are you also nostalgic for the moon? ”

Xiao Zhouhou's delicate body trembled, slowly raised his head, and also looked at the bright moon: "Brother Yi, he likes this poem you wrote very much, and said that this poem wrote what he wanted to say the most." Because of this, she was so emotional, that she lost her temper ......" Xiao Zhouhou's words were a little choked, she sniffed, turned her head to look at Leng Yi, and smiled reluctantly, "Tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival, can you make another song, so that the bright moon can be sent to him from afar?" ”

Leng Yi also looked at her, and saw her tears hanging on her long eyelashes, crystal clear in the moonlight, and nodded slowly in her heart. looked at the bright moon again, and pondered for a long time, before slowly holding a small half of the wine, and recited Su Shi's eternal swan song:

When is the bright moon?

Ask the sky for wine.

I don't know the heavenly palace,

What year is it?

I want to return with the wind,

I'm afraid of Qiong Lou Yuyu again,

It's cold in the heights.

Dance to figure out the shadow,

How it seems to be in the world.

Zhuan Zhu Ge,

low-income households,

Shine without sleep.

There should be no hate,

What is the long time to say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows,

The moon is cloudy and sunny,

This matter is difficult to complete.

May people live,

Millennium.

Xiao Zhouhou listened motionlessly, and after Leng Yi finished chanting, she sat there motionless, looking up at the bright moon, as if she had become a piece of jade under the moon. neither speak, nor admire, nor tremble, as if they had not heard at all.

Leng Yi knew that at this moment, she was afraid that she had already entered the cold and deep artistic conception described in this poem, so she would be so dazed, so she didn't speak, just looked at the bright moon like this.

"It's cold in the heights...... but he feels the chill now?" Xiao Zhou Hou muttered to himself, his voice was so ethereal that it seemed to come from the sky, "

Joys and sorrows, life and death depend on each other, thousands ......of miles together Chanjuan ......, Moon Palace Chang'e, can you dance for him ......? ”

Leng Yi listened to her chatter, and his heart sank. Could it be that what I was worried about during the Qixi Festival has come true?

Leng Yi looked at her and said softly: "Sister Ying, is it Brother Chongguang ...... him?" ”

He ...... ...... dead," Xiao Zhou whimpered, slowly turning into a sad cry.

Leng Yi's heart was gloomy, and he sighed: "Mourn ......"

didn't wait for Leng Yi to finish speaking, Xiao Zhouhou stood up all of a sudden, and he didn't leave with his head out.

"Where are you going?" Leng Yi was stunned for a moment, got up and asked.

Xiao Zhouhou didn't speak, and went straight to the back door.

Leng Yi was afraid that something would happen to her, so he had to follow silently behind.

Xiao Zhou went out the back door, walked forward along the street, until he came to the door of a house, and stopped. Staring at the door in a daze.

Leng Yi looked up, but it was the original mansion of Li Yu and his wife.

This mansion was confiscated after Li Yu was exiled, but Emperor Zhao Guangyi did not dispose of the mansion to others, so it has been idle like this. Only the old man who used to be the gatekeeper guarded the empty house.

Xiao Zhou hurriedly went up and knocked on the door, pounding. After a long time, a sleepy-eyed old man came out, carrying a lantern in his hand. A little impatiently muttered, "Knock on what?" Who is it? After squinting a pair of old eyes and looking Xiao Zhou up and down, he finally recognized it, quickly opened the door, bowed down and said, "It's ......, it's Madam...... you, why are you back?" ”

Xiao Zhou ignored it. Go straight inside.

"Oh ma'am, it's dark inside, you beware. Let the old slave make a lantern for you! ”

Leng Yi said in the back: "Give me the lantern, don't worry, with me, Madame will be fine." "Say it. Took the lantern from his hand. After chasing Xiao Zhou quickly.

Xiao Zhouhou went straight into the backyard house, stood in the courtyard, looked at the dark house, but in her eyes, it was brightly lit, as if she saw herself sitting in front of the window again, and her husband Li Yu painted his eyebrows. Listen to him chant and sing:

The waves are intentionally a thousand heavy snow,

Tao Li is speechless, a team of spring.

A jug of wine.

Yipole Lun,

How many people are there in the world?

The husband looked into his eyes. It's like an aged wine, and it's intoxicating. "How many people are there in the world?" In his eyes, there are thousands of women in the world, but he can't pick one that can compare with himself.

Xiao Zhou slowly walked up the steps and pushed the door, but she couldn't open it, and she didn't seem to notice that there was a lock on it. Choked and knocked on the door and whispered: "Husband, why don't you open the door?" Your Ying'er is here, why don't you paint your eyebrows for Ying'er? Ying'er still wants to recite poems with you! Husband......"

Leng Yi could only stand gloomily at the bottom of the steps, looking at her.

Xiao Zhouhou gently stroked the window, and slowly, walked along the corridor to the study window.

When I arrived at the window of the study, the cold moonlight shone down obliquely and sprinkled under the window, but the window was pitch black, and I couldn't see it clearly. Xiao Zhouhou lightly pressed her face against the window, as if she heard her husband sitting in the study in the dead of night, looking out of the window, and chanting in a low voice:

Shen Yuan Jing,

Xiao Tingkong,

Intermittent cold anvil intermittent wind.

Helpless night long people don't sleep,

Count the sound and the moon to the curtain.

Xiao Zhouhou's long eyelashes trembled, and the misery of her heart spread all over her body like moonlight. Like the Mid-Autumn Festival chill, it moistens into the depths of my heart.

After a long time, she got up, turned slowly, and walked down the porch to the bedroom, as if her husband followed her, chanting the poem that enchanted her:

Xiaoyue falling,

SU Yunwei,

Speechless pillow leaning.

Dream back to Fangcao Siyi,

The sound of geese is sparse in the distance.

Scattered warblers,

aftermath,

Lonely Painting Hall Deep Courtyard.

Piece of red Hugh swept away from Yi,

Leave it to the dancers to return.

Leng Yi looked at her extremely sad and miserable appearance, knowing that if she was allowed to indulge in memories like this, she was afraid that she would lose her mind and leave the root of her illness. stepped forward and grabbed her hand and said, "Sister Ying, it's late at night, let's go back!" ”

"Go back?" Xiao Zhouhou raised his eyes to look at the moon, "It's time to go back." 'Flowing water falls and flowers go in spring, and the heavens are in. 'He has gone to heaven, but I am still on earth?' It's better to go back, it's better to go back ......! ”

Leng Yi sighed and pulled her out, but Xiao Zhouhou didn't resist, just followed and went out of the gate.

When he went out to the door, Xiao Zhouhou broke free of Leng Yi's hand and walked forward along the street. Walking to a jewelry store, he pointed, "Husband, buy me a hairpin here!" I walked to a rouge gouache shop again: "My husband bought me rouge here!" After passing a restaurant, he pointed and said, "My husband and I are eating here......

walked all the way to the Bianhe River, holding on to a willow tree, looking up at the swaying willow branches: "Husband, do you remember that we drank and made poems here to watch the boats come and go?" "Chant softly:

The style is getting old and seeing the shame of spring,

Everywhere the soul feels the old tour;

Thanks for the long strip that seems to be acquainted,

Strong hanging smoke spikes blow people's heads.

Leng Yi couldn't help but sigh, and wanted to persuade her to go back, but she heard someone shouting not far away: "Husband!" ”

Listening to the voice is Zhuo Qiaoniang. Leng Yi turned his head to look and saw Zhuo Qiaoniang, Cheng Luojie and others hurrying over.

"Why are you here?" Leng Yi smiled bitterly.

Zhuo Qiaoniang glanced at Xiao Zhou, who was holding the willow tree and was crazy, pulled Leng Yi aside, and said in a low voice: "The concubine never saw you come back, and after looking for it, she said that you and Xiao Zhou went out the back door." We don't know where you've gone, for fear something will happen. Cao Sui told me that ...... that Ying Mei received a letter from Lingnan in the afternoon and learned that her husband Li Yu had died of a sudden illness. As soon as we put it together, we guessed that she wanted to go back to her old home, so we went to their old mansion, and heard from the porter that you went in and out, and walked this way down the street, so we followed and found it. Thanks to finding you. How is she? ”

Leng Yi looked back at Xiao Zhou, and shook his head with a wry smile: "She is a little unconscious." It may be excessive sadness. ”

Sister Cheng Luojie, Hua Wuxiang and other women stepped forward to support her, comforted her softly, and walked back with a hug.

Xiao Zhouhou walked while turning back to Leng Yi and said, "I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles!" Brother Yi, your husband must have heard your words. You see, he beckoned to me on the Lingnan side, and the moon is the mirror, which can be seen there! ”

When they heard this, they were all scolded.

On the way back to Lengfu, Xiao Zhouhou was talking all the way, reciting Li Yu's poems for a while, reciting Leng Yi's plagiarized poems for a while, and then saying how she was with Li Yu at the beginning, and then saying what she did there. When the women heard this, they couldn't help but worry to themselves, and prayed in their hearts that she would not go crazy.

Back in Lengfu, Zhuo Qiaoniang and the others helped Xiao Zhou to sit down, but Xiao Zhou refused to sit, and wanted to go to the yard to see the moon, muttering: "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny......"

Leng Yi called Hua Wuxiang aside and said in a low voice, "What should I do?" ”

Hua Wuxiang said worriedly: "She is sad and miserable excessively, phlegm and drinking are obsessed, delirious, and epilepsy." You have to make her cry. ”

Leng Yi thought for a while and nodded: "I understand." ”

turned around and entered the house, walked in front of Xiao Zhouhou, pulled away Zhuo Qiaoniang, who was hugging her tightly, and raised her hand to give Xiao Zhouhou a slap.

At this moment, the whole room was stunned, looking at him, at a loss.

Xiao Zhouhou also covered his face and looked at him in a daze.

Leng Yi pointed to her nose and said, "You hear clearly, your husband Li Yu, he is dead!" Died in Lingnan, died of a violent illness! There is nothing on the moon! There is no Chang'e, no Wu Gang, and no your husband! Your husband is dead and has left you forever! Will never come back! Did you hear me clearly? Don't think about him again! He's dead! ”

Xiao Zhouhou looked at him in a daze, her pale lips trembling.

Leng Yi said in a deep voice: "Sister Ying, we all know that you are sad in your heart, if you want to cry, you must let yourself cry, otherwise, you will go crazy!" Do you hear that? ”

Xiao Zhouhou was still looking at him in a daze, his eyes were gradually filled with tears, and then, like a string of pearls, fell down his cheeks.

Zhuo Qiaoniang, who was sitting next to her, had already cried into a tearful person, reached over, stopped her waist, and whispered: "Cry!" Cry out loud, don't hold it in your heart, huh? ”

Xiao Zhou turned around and threw himself into her arms, the sorrow was like a torrent that broke the embankment, and under the guidance of Leng Yi's poem, it forcibly broke through her confinement and rushed out. The cry was desolate and mournful, like a cuckoo crying blood.

Zhuo Qiaoniang gently hugged her, patted her on the back, and accompanied her to tears.

All the women in the house began to weep softly.

This night, Xiao Zhouhou sometimes cried, sometimes whispered words that no one could hear, and sometimes looked at the ground silently in a daze, without any sound.

The moon overhead quietly moved to the west.

The sound of the watch came from afar, and it was already the fifth watch day when I heard the sound of the change.