Xiaoman sent away a doctor from Zuihou and was about to turn back to the back house, when Ren Wei suddenly came in a hurry and said thoughtlessly: "Big lady, Ah Lang suddenly left the mansion!" ”

Xiaoman was stunned, and said strangely: "Ah Lang leaves the house, do you still need someone to allow it?" ”

Ren Wei said sweatingly: "No, Ah Lang suddenly took a horse and left the house in a hurry." When I heard the news and rushed away, I didn't know where Ah Lang was, and Ah Lang didn't ask anyone to escort him. ”

Today's Yang Fan, his identity on the surface is precious, but his identity in the secret is even more precious, and he is subordinate to him when he enters and exits, which can be described as heavily guarded. But Yang Fan left alone today, without notifying any of the guards to accompany him, which had never happened before.

Xiao Man frowned slightly, quite puzzled by Yang Fan's strange behavior. However, since Yang Fan left on his own initiative and did not ask anyone to follow, there must be a reason for him, the huge Luoyang City, if he goes to find it now, where can he go to find him?

Xiaoman thought about it, and said: "Lang Jun must have his intentions in doing this, you don't have to worry, go back and wait." ”

When Ren Wei saw the eldest lady say this, he had to give up his hand and say, "Yes!" ”

The southeast corner of Luoyang City, which was originally a sparsely populated place, was even more deprived because of a flood.

Some scholars who study in the capital and outsiders who go to Luoyang to do business like to live here, the environment here is elegant, and the rent is far cheaper than the city center, but after the flood, the price of Luoyang has been high, these people can leave have left, so the south of the city seems more deserted.

Yang Fan was galloping along a long alley with no one in the empty workshop, the silt on the ground had not been cleaned up, and the surface of the silt was dry, but when he stepped on it, there was still mud underneath. A snow-white horse, the legs and strands of the horse are already stained with mud, Yang Fan is very anxious to hit the horse, but the horse is stuck in the mud, how can he get up quickly.

A portal appeared in front, the flagpole, the door and the stone beasts on the steps all had traces of flooding, Yang Fan jumped down from the horse, and an arrow stepped up the steps, grabbing the copper ring on the door. It bumped into it with a "tom tom".

"Tom tom ......" Yang Fan grabbed the knocker, and he didn't know how long he knocked, he suddenly let go of the knocker, took a few steps back, and planned to jump over the wall and climb in. The door creaked open.

Standing at the door was the boat lady, dressed in a plain blue jacket and pants. Tie a white ribbon around your waist. It looks clean and neat. When she saw that it was Yang Fan, she showed a look of surprise, but there was no too obvious expression on her face. Yang Fan looked at her silently, a little speechless for a while.

Yang Fan never expected that he would get the news of Miss Ning Ke from Doctor Jiang's mouth, he didn't know that Miss Ning Ke had come to Luoyang. didn't know that Ning Ke had lived in Luoyang for so long, and he didn't know that Ning Ke lived in the same city as him, silently guarding his side, and he didn't know Ning Ke...... It's gone!

Ning Ke was in his heart. It's like the bright moon in the sky, which seems far away and seems very close. He could feel the gentle moonlight at any time, but only occasionally remembered that he would raise his head to look at it.

He liked Miss Ningke, but never wanted to pursue her. is not only the difference in status between each other at that time, but more importantly, Miss Ning Ke's immaculate purity to the bones, which is enough to make any man in the world ashamed of himself.

It wasn't until he suddenly heard the news of her death that the wisps of affection in his heart suddenly tightened, strangling his heart for a while, and he didn't want to rush out of the horse, but when he arrived at the mansion that Doctor Jiang said, there was only confusion left in his heart.

moving, he didn't know how to move; Words, he did not know how to speak; It's tears, and it's also faintly painful and wants to cry without tears.

"General Yang?"

She ...... Is it still here? ”

The boat lady nodded, her eyes red.

Yang Fan said in a trembling voice: "I want to meet her, is it okay?" ”

The boat lady nodded wordlessly, gently opened the door, and got out of the way.

Yang Fan ignored the horse at the bottom of the stairs, walked in silently, and the door closed again.

It can be seen that this was once a very elegant and exquisite farm, but now it is full of traces of flooding. The boat lady has to clean a huge courtyard by herself, and so far she has only cleared a few passable paths. The boat lady walked silently in front, the white ribbon fluttering around her waist.

In the back house, the pond has been filled with mud, and now it looks like a wilderness, the backyard is very large, and there is a slope on the side of the pond, there are stones and trees on the ridge and a five-corner pavilion, because it has not been eroded by floods, and only this high slope still maintains a beautiful garden scenery in the whole village.

The boat lady led Yang Fan to climb the high slope step by step, and a rich fragrance of flowers came to her face, which lasted for a long time.

Although there is no glamorous state to surprise the eye, there is a fragrance to press Jiuqiu.

There is a laurel tree in front of me, with four white petals, a few astragalus, and a green stem, which are happily gathered together, and it is a small osmanthus flower that is soft and ethereal, and has a unique fragrance.

"Peach and plum blossoms in the east of Luoyang City, who is flying around? …… This year, the color of the flowers has changed, who will be in the flowers next year? The ancients did not recover the east of Luocheng, and today's people are still interested in falling flowers. The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year......"

Somehow, Yang Fan suddenly thought of this poem, and his heart couldn't help but feel sour.

The boat lady led him to the osmanthus tree, in the thick fragrance of flowers, a stone monument, a mound, a little grass on the mound, the Yiren have been returning for more than three months. This is the place where Ning Ke is buried. This mansion, after Ning Ke's death, was actually used as a tomb by the Dugu family.

When Yang Fan saw the words "Dugu Ningke" on the stele, the whole person was stunned, he stared at the stele stupidly, and he didn't even know when the boat lady left quietly. Little by little, it falls in the heart, mellow as wine; Little by little, it fell in my heart, like a sword......

I don't know when, the boat lady quietly appeared under the osmanthus tree again, holding a guqin in her hand, and there was a letter on the qin. Seeing Yang Fan looking at the tombstone stupidly, the same posture as when she left, there was no change at all, the boatgirl's nose was sore, and tears began to roll in her eyes.

"General Yang, this is left to you by Miss Ning Ke."

Yang Fan didn't hear her voice at first, until the word "Ning Ke" came into his ears. He subconsciously turned his head. "The piano that Miss Ning Ke left me...... And letters? ”

Yang Fan took the piano book with some surprise. The piano is "Luqi", Ning Ke once asked Mrs. Li for this piano, Mrs. Li promised her to enjoy it for a year, and gave it to her as a gift on her birthday, and now, this piano is in his hands.

Under the osmanthus tree, Yang Fan sat cross-legged on the ground, holding the piano on his lap and holding her letter in his hand.

"The slave family doesn't know when Jiro will know about my death, and I don't know if Jiro will come to see me. If you don't come or never know. Then I should consider this letter to myself. If you would come to see me, even though it was yin and yang, would you see me smiling happily?

Jiro, I didn't know that when you read this letter, you were still handsome and high-spirited. is still a little green when he is middle-aged, or he is full of children and grandchildren. I don't know if you still remember the sick little woman in Chang'an City. She's crazy about you.

The slave family likes Erlang, whether it is the heroic Erlang, the reverie Erlang, the free and easy Erlang, or the cunning Erlang. It's still the smiling Erlang, sometimes you are as innocent as a child, sometimes you are so insightful, and sometimes you are very domineering. Sometimes it's so steady, it always makes people's hearts crisp when they think about it......

It's raining today, just a light drizzle, a moist drizzle, just like the day the slave family and Erlang met. It also rained early that morning, and it was such a gentle rain, and the grass in the yard stretched its stems and leaves, maybe it was on that day that Erlang took root in the hearts of the slave family.

The slave wasn't very sure, and he didn't know what he wanted, and he didn't know what his weak body could pursue. The slave has been weak since he was a child, and being able to yujian Erlang is the luckiest thing in his life, and being able to like Erlang is the deepest trace left by the slave in the world.

Simply, with the heart, just fate, as long as I think of Erlang in my heart and secretly like you, I will be satisfied. Really, the slave family should be content. The slave has been destined to be like the cicada since birth, living in endless darkness day after day, year after year.

But there is always a day when the cicadas step into the light, although it is only a summer, they can enjoy the light and rain and dew, and sing indulgently until they die. I always thought that even this short period of light would never be available to me, but God finally took pity on me and let me meet you.

Although the time is short, it is the wait that I have spent my life in exchange! You know, even if you only have a moment of staring for me, I am so happy, I never knew that there is such sweetness and peace in my heart.

My head hurts, it hurts more and more, and the taste is unbearable. In the past, I often wished I could die and not have to suffer like this anymore, but now I am reluctant to do so, and I am more and more reluctant to do so. But you can't go when you want to go, and you have to go when you don't want to go, you have to go, you are sick, you die, you can't love and leave, you can't suffer, Erlang, do you know how bitter I am.

Mrs. Li sent 'Luqi', and I really want to play a song for you, just like I did in Chang'an, play it for you, and watch you laugh, but I don't have the strength anymore. I don't even have the strength to play the piano, am I useless? Leave this piano to Erlang, you don't play it well, but the slave family likes to listen to it the most......"

The letter was clumped up little by little in Yang Fan's hands, and he only felt heavy in his chest, wanting to cry, but couldn't cry, and couldn't breathe. He didn't know that the woman who was as pure as the first snow was so affectionate to him, and he didn't know that the shallow nick in his heart that was stained with red dust was as deep as the abyss in the heart of the pure and immaculate little woman.

Ning Ke is weak and doesn't go out much when she is in Chang'an, what is she doing in Luoyang? Yang Fan knew the answer as soon as he heard it. But he didn't expect that until he died, he and Miss Ning Ke would not be able to meet each other, and as soon as Chang'an parted, it would become an eternal farewell, and he would not even have time to regret it.

For a long time, the sound of "Zheng Zheng" sounded under the laurel tree, the sound of the piano was a little obscure, and the technique was very unskillful, but the person who played the piano was very serious:

"The phoenix returns to its hometown and travels all over the world to seek its phoenix. When I haven't met anything, I don't know what to do!

There are beautiful ladies in the boudoir, and the room is poisonous to my intestines. What is the fate of the neck for the mandarin ducks, and the beards and cheeks soar together!

The phoenix and the phoenix are from me, and they have to be entrusted with the tail as a concubine. Friendship and harmony, who knows each other in the middle and night?

Both wings are flying high, and I don't feel that I think about making Yu sad ......"

The sunset is like blood, and the crows surround the trees.

The song starts with the sound of the piano, the sound of the piano is flat, and the singing is earnest, which is enough to make people cry.

The word "sad" was spoken, the aftermath did not stop, and the sound of the piano suddenly became Jin Ge, only a sonorous sound, and a generation of world-famous piano "Luqi" turned into a fan under Yang Fan's palm.

There was a burner of incense in front of the grave, and the cigarette smoke curled, which seemed to be transformed by the Yiren, and gently wrapped around the side of the Fuqin man, and he couldn't bear to leave for a long time.......

(To be continued......)

PS: In the early morning at the end of the month, I sincerely ask for monthly passes and recommended tickets!