On this day, I was forced to re-enter the palace without having a chance to see Wushirt again.

In the autumn of the forty-fourth year of King Zhou, Dinggong's nightmare ended with his death, and his mournful but unsad funeral was like a layer of hoarfrost on a winter glacial lake that covered the thin ice, and also covered the danger that never disappeared under the ice. The city fell into a false tranquility, and everyone walked with bated breath, fearing that a single shout would shatter the fragile city.

Half a month ago, Shi Mo asked the new monarch Ji Chisel to send me to Chu on the grounds that the two countries of Jin and Chu were sacrificing Sanchuan together.

The southeastern border of Jinchu has been suffering from drought since the end of summer this year, and after autumn, there is no rain in many places, and the rivers have dried up. The Chu people attributed the drought to the death of the sage Ling Yin Zixi, while the Jin people rumored that the drought was a bad omen for the death of the Duke and the weakening of the Gong clan.

Regarding my mission to the Chu State, Zhi Yao was sternly opposed. But the King of Chu's letter had my name written on it, and the insistence of the new monarch Ji Chi forced him to make concessions.

The coffin of the Duke of Dinggong was transported out of the palace city, and after it was parked in the temple, I left the palace city with the order of the king of Chu on my shoulders and returned to the Taishi Mansion. At this time, I was completely different from the way I vomited when I saw meat before, and every time I ate breakfast with Shi Mo in the house, I longed to swallow a guinea pig in one bite.

"One more." I handed the pottery bowl to the witch boy behind me, and the witch boy took it and filled me with a full amount of soup.

Shi Mo glanced up at me and pushed the black pottery tall bean in front of him in front of me.

I couldn't help but swallow when I looked at the chicken meatballs with emerald green sprouts on the pale yellow bottom of the black pottery, but I said: "Mourning for the Lord, you are not more than seventy years old, and you can't eat meat." ”

As if he didn't hear me, Shi Mo grabbed a chicken meatball and threw it in my bowl.

I stared at the ball for a long time, and finally swallowed it in my mouth, eating it so quickly that I couldn't taste it whether it was salty or light.

"When will it rise the day after tomorrow?" Shi Mo asked.

"Sunrise, out of the South Gate."

"Good. When you arrive in the state of Chu, you will greet the witches of the state of Chu for me, and you must do your best to sacrifice the three rivers. ”

"Well, the disciple understands."

"Eat them all." Shi Mo pushed another green plum soup in front of me as well.

I bowed my head and ate silently, silence taking over the room. After leaving the palace, I would have two meals with Shi Mo every day, and a few words would be our strange "reconciliation". There was no heart-to-heart explanation, no tearful apology, I lived in Taishi Mansion, and he did not move to the bamboo house again. We live under one roof without any such tacit.

"I'm done." I gobbled up the food on the table, and wiped the last bit of plum sauce from the beans into my mouth. After eating, I looked up, but saw that Shi Mo was looking at me in a daze, and there seemed to be a piece of water in his old cloudy eyes.

"Master, why are you crying?"

"People are old, and their eyes are sore." Shi Mo turned his head and looked at me again. The boy removed the utensils and left with the door for us. Shi Mo cleaned his hands and put the water on the wooden frame by the window: "Zi Di, it is really rare that you have the opportunity to leave Jin this time." The mountains and rivers of Chu are beautiful, since you have gone, don't rush back. ”

"Disciple understands."

"Hmm. One day, if you return to Jiang, and I am no longer alive, remember your promise to your teacher. I won't blame you for moving the ground, and I want to thank you. ”

"Master......" Shi Mo's words were extremely plain, but my throat was hard to hear.

"Alright, stand down."

Shi Mo waved me away. I staggered to my feet and took two steps, but I couldn't help but stop. In the quiet room, Shi Mo stood in front of the window, and the snow-white sunlight reflected the sun, like clear snow. Fourteen-year-old me cried the first time I saw him, and twenty-year-old me wanted to remember the silent face in the sun, and then smiled and left. But tears, how can I hold back. Shi Mo is old, and this turn is a life and a parting, or maybe a farewell.

"Master, no matter what you have done before, I will forgive you. I forgive you, so please don't blame yourself so much. The disciple is not filial, please wait for me to come back, wait for me to accompany you to the end of your life, wash and change your clothes for the master, and see you off in filial piety. "I knelt on the ground and bowed upright.

Shi Mo didn't look back, his face melting into the warmest glow of the sun. After a while, he said, "Don't forgive me, it's okay, it's fine......

Autumn is about the most suitable season for parting, the sun is so light, the sky is so far away, standing and standing, as soon as he turns around, tears fall in his eyes.

On the shore of Yan Lake, I hugged Wuxian all day, watching the flocks of birds flying south overhead, chirping, and turning into lonely shadows on the distant sky. Wuxian was surprisingly quiet, he knew that I didn't like to say goodbye, so he really didn't say a word of goodbye. I lay in his arms, quietly listening to his breathing and heartbeat, and when I was sad, I wiped my tears on the hem of his clothes, and when I missed him, I hooked his neck and told him to kiss me softly.

"Hongyun'er, I'm leaving. We don't have a morning and twilight anymore. ”

"No, we live to be 100 years old, and we still have countless days to come."

The man who was holding back his grief unfolded his wide black sleeved robe and leaned over to hug me. In this world, it is not difficult to die together, but it is so difficult to live together.

The clouds flew by, and time flew away by us on the branches and fallen leaves, unable to grasp or keep, and finally drifted into the golden-red lake in the twilight. The thin clouds disperse, the cold fog gathers, and if you don't say goodbye, parting will still come.

"Wait for me here tonight." Shirtless whispered in my ear.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll bring someone to you."

"You're going to ......"

"Yes, wait for me, and I'll bring him to you."

The golden wheel of autumn fell into the distant mountains, and the vast splendor of the mountain tops disappeared into the sky with the distant figure of the shirtless. Surprised and delighted, panicked and frightened, I stood in front of the grass hut with a beating heart, watching a lake rippling lightly, turning from gold to dark, and from the darkness a layer of silver and white of the moon emerged.

Tonight, just tonight.

A-Niang, I've found Aquinoa, and I'm going to see your Aquinoa, my brother.

"The big water irrigation room, the stone gate is closed". What Gong Yi Ning said to me when he left that day had actually told me the location of the secret room of the Zhifu. There is only one "big water" in the Zhifu that can activate the secret room mechanism.

It's been six years, and the slender and narrow Hongqiao on the dark lake, and the strange courtyard surrounded by a high wall at the end of the Hongqiao have always remained in my memory. That night, I was almost in front of his cage, but I was gone, never going back. Zhiyao's sealing of the Water Pavilion and imprisoning Zhixiao is fake, and the imprisonment of medicine is real. The brutal truth was in front of me, and I turned a blind eye. Brother, if you heard my voice that night, please don't be disappointed in me, and don't despair of yourself. You wait for me, this time I won't leave you behind, this time let me protect you. I'll take you away, let's go to a place that is more beautiful than Handan City, let's find a green space to plant a hibiscus flower for A-Niang, and then we won't separate, never.

From early morning to midnight, this was my last day before leaving the Jin Kingdom. In the face of parting with the uncompassionate, I am sad but still have hope for the future; In the face of the reunion with Quinoa, I was worried but mixed with the ecstasy of happiness.

This day is so important to me; This day should have been so beautiful for me.

yes, it should be.

When Zhao's black-armored army rushed into the grass hut, I saw Zhao's old face in illness. He stood in the light of the dragon's fire with his sword pressed, his face was yellowish and withered, but the eyes staring at me shone with a terrifying light. There was consternation, doubt, and more resentment in that light. Not one step earlier, not one step later, on the last night before I left Jin, he finally knew my secret.

In the face of the sword formation of the Black Armor Army, I was powerless to struggle, and there was nowhere to escape.

I was thrown into a cart with my hands and feet tied, and a sergeant put a burlap bag over my head. Under the cloth bag, I couldn't see anything, but I clearly knew that the beautiful Yanhu Lake in the moonlight was getting farther and farther away from me.

I can't wait for him, and I can't wait for my brother.