"Why are you here now?" The woman under the tree sobbed and complained.

I glanced down through the branches, and I couldn't breathe anymore.

Wu Feng was still standing under the tree in his favorite moon-white Confucian robe, with the same eyebrows and eyes and the same voice as I remembered, but it was not me who threw himself into his arms at this moment.

Who is he? Why do you have the same appearance as Wu Feng? Where did he get this garment?

I bit my lip and rubbed my eyes with my hands trembling, unable to believe what was in front of me.

"I shouldn't have come, and it wouldn't be good for you if someone saw me."

"I look forward to it day and night, I just hope that one day you can forget your sister, forget her goodness, and forget your guilt for her. In this way, you will find out that you fled from Qi to Qin, and the person who accompanied you along the way was me, not her! Over the years, Wu Hui and I have stayed in Lintao and endured the wind, frost and cold rain at the border, and now it is finally difficult for you to pick me up and return to Yong, but you want to give me to others as concubines. I'm unwilling, I'm not reconciled......" The woman beat Wu Feng's chest desperately, tears raining down.

"I promised you that one day I would bring you and Wu Hui to live in Yongcheng. Picking you back this time, I didn't plan to give you to Gongzili as a concubine, but I just ......" Wu Feng suddenly stopped and didn't say a word for a long time.

It's just that I'm "dead", so you have to replace her, right?

Wu Feng's words are like thousands of insects and ants gnawing at my heart, one bite at a time and flesh and blood.

Over the past four months, I've fantasized countless times about being reunited with him. But no matter whether you are happy or sad, there has never been anyone else in this, and there is no scene in front of you.

"It's just that the kid you raised is dead, right? Why didn't she die sooner or later, but she died at this time! The woman sat down on the ground with her knees limp.

"Uncle Concubine, you have three points of appearance like her, and Gongzi Liding will not treat you badly. This time, it's me who owes you. Wu Feng squatted down and half-knelt beside the woman, softly admonishing.

"You took her in because she looked like me three points in the first place, and now, I have to rely on her three points to be like her for grace." The woman stood up with her hand and snorted coldly, "Today, those people still let me enter the door with her old things, Gongzili, he only treats me as a dead man." ”

"You're too strong-tempered, and thinking like this will only hurt you. Gongzi is benevolent, you are the concubine sent into the mansion by the Wu family, even if he is ruthless to you, he will not treat you badly if he weighs the pros and cons. Wu Feng pressed his hand on the woman's shoulder, and his tone was heavy.

The woman wiped the tears from her face, stood up, took a deep breath and choked up: "Don't worry, my uncle and concubine are no one else, I understand your arrangement and your ambitions." It's just that I'm unwilling in my heart, you raised that child for ten years, and you are obviously a pariah, but you have been forced to raise a noble girl, isn't it just this day? If she had known that she couldn't stand Fulu so much, it would have been better to find someone with a harder life, so that it wouldn't have been a farewell for you and me. She couldn't stop sobbing at the end.

"People are dead, and it is useless to talk about them. Uncle and concubine, since the death of Concubine Meng, you have helped me take care of Wu Hui for many years, and this affection is remembered by Wu Feng. It's just that after tonight, you and I will never see each other like this again. ”

"I know......" the woman threw herself into his arms and sobbed for a while, "I'm just asking you for one more thing today." ”

"What?"

"The sachet embroidered with black hibiscus flowers."

"What do you want it for?" Wu Feng looked stunned.

"Don't think I don't know, the sachet you carry in your arms every day was embroidered by her, and the hibiscus flowers on the sachet are not silk threads, but women's hair. I can't get along with you this time, it's all because of her, how can I still let you take her things? Give me! ”

"Why are you so ......" Wu Feng pondered for a moment, and took out the red sachet I gave him that day.

The uncle took the sachet and threw it into the ancient well with a flick of her hand.

"Xiao'er, you are like this, how can I leave with peace of mind? I promise you that as soon as the fighting is over, I will be back. ”

"You're not going to break your word?"

"How have I ever lied to you?"

Who said that he would not lie to me, and who made a promise to me, and who so easily discarded the sachet and discarded me so easily that the remnants of parting a few months ago had not faded......

When they went and how they went, I don't know at all. The only thing I know is that I never shed a single tear from the beginning to the end.

If a person's heart is burned to ashes, how can he shed half a tear?

I climbed down the pear tree, and my whole body was like a fog. For ten years, I admired him like a daughter, admired him like a disciple, and fell in love with him like a girl.

A plan that had been brewing for ten years, a chess piece that had been carefully crafted for ten years, when he thought that everything was finally settled, my death shattered his plan. It turned out that I was just a premeditated plan by him, a premeditated plan that fell short.

What have I lived for the past 10 years? Where do I go now? I suddenly lost the meaning of my existence, and I could only wander like a lonely soul in the night, unable to find the past and unable to see the future.

Who am I? If I'm not his ash, then who am I?

I curled up and lay quietly in the darkness, leaves drifting from the branches, ants passing by, and I vanished as if I were dead, melting into the infinite void......

The moment I closed my eyes, a face that I hadn't seen for a long time appeared in front of me with a glimmer of light, and he grabbed me by the shoulders and helped me up.

"So you're not dead!" His look of surprise made the red cloud on his brow even more dazzling.

"Hongyun'er, do you like my gift?"

Before I fainted, I faintly heard the banter of Burru ringing in my ears.