Hearing this faint remark made my heart sad, I looked at her sideways, and saw a microwave in her eyes, rippling in the red light and shadow.

We didn't have much time left to spend together, and I didn't want to end up holding hands and looking at each other with tears in my eyes, so I smiled at her: "Princess, I will also be by your side in the future." ”

She stared back at me, looking a little confused.

"I will be with you," I told her, "and when you admire the moon, I will be in some corner of this court, bathed in the same moonlight as you; When you visit the garden, I will stand outside the palace walls that can be touched by the breeze that blows you, and I can smell the fragrance of flowers wafting past you; When you were practicing the gonghou, I was still not far from you, and I probably took out my flute and played the same music as you...... Although it can't be as shadowy as it used to be......"

"The shadow is at the feet of the princess, and Huaiji is in the princess's heart." The princess suddenly took over and mentioned this childhood joke, which made my heart flutter and I forgot what I had meant to say.

She leaned sideways and approached me slightly, and whispered, "There is only one palace wall between the harem and the Jiying Palace, and there is a very tall peach blossom tree growing in the palace garden, and the branches and leaves stick out of the wall. In the future, every year at the beginning of spring, flower dynasty, cold food, Dragon Boat Festival, Tanabata, Chongyang, and the beginning of winter, I will personally cut the flowers into flowers with colorful threads and hang them on the peach blossom tree. Every time there are those festivals, you go to look outside the Jiying Palace, and when you see Huasheng, you should see me. ”

I bowed my head and said yes. Sensing her sad words and her body trembling slightly, I took one of her hands, thereby passing on my wordless comfort to her along with my warmth.

She and I clung to each other for a moment, and then asked, "Huaiji, you say, do people have an afterlife?" ”

I replied, "Yes." When a person dies, it may be like falling asleep, and when he wakes up, he has a different body and identity, and can start a new life. ”

"Then, in the next life, you must find me." She gave me this gentle order, thought about it, and said, "In the next life, I will definitely not be a princess, just a woman in an ordinary woman's Jinghai cloth skirt...... As for you, you're probably going to be a scholar in a white shirt...... One day, I went to pick mulberry with a basket, and you held a silk whip and rode a famous horse, passing by my mulberry picking Mo and picking up the flower I left behind......"

She looked forward to the scene at that time, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but smile. I laughed too, but I didn't forget to remind her: "If you are a mulberry picker in a jingchai cloth skirt, you will definitely not have spare money to buy Huadian." ”

"Well......" she frowned in annoyance, deeply disappointed at the inconvenience of the scenes often depicted in the poem. After thinking about it, she was still not ready to give up the original plot, and proposed a solution: "I can get up early and return late, pick more mulberry leaves, earn more money, and then I can buy Huadian." ”

My heart moved, and I wanted to tease her: "Then you must work hard, you can't sleep for a few days and nights, collect more mulberry leaves, and earn more money, so as to buy two boxes of Hua Tian ......."

She was puzzled: "Why buy two boxes?" ”

"You put one box on your face, and another box on the road I'm about to pass by." I explained, "Because you are in a hurry to marry me, only in this way can I ensure that I can pick up your 'left' Huadian...... Ouch ......"

There was this "ouch" because she pinched me hard.

"Who wants to marry you?" She asked rhetorically, unrequited.

I laughed and said, "Oh, I was dreaming just now, and I dreamed that someone asked me if I would like to visit her......"

Embarrassed and annoyed, she kicked me lightly, then turned her back on me, deliberately distanced herself, and pretended to be angry and ignored me.

I suppressed my laughter and called her twice, but she didn't move, so I approached her and whispered in her ear, "Well, I confess, I am in a hurry to marry you, so I ride behind you all day...... He also holds a big fan and fans you desperately......"

She was really surprised, and couldn't help but open: "Why fan? ”

"In order for your flower to fall as soon as possible."

She sneered and laughed, and finally turned back to face me: "If you are still so poor in your next life and make me angry, I will punish you for kneeling on bricks every day." ”

I lamented and sighed, "Is it so miserable? It's just that I've lived like this in this life, but will I still be enslaved by you in the next life? ”

Probably worried that what she said just now would hurt my self-esteem, she immediately remedied: "I mean you made me angry with me and I did this to you, if you are good, who will torture you?" ”

Seeing that I didn't say anything, she described a bright prospect to me: "I will be very good to you...... When you read, I will light a burner of incense for you; When you write, I will grind a wave of ink for you; When you paint, I'll mix all the paint for you...... Sometimes when you are tired and want to move your muscles, or dance a sword, or throw a pot, I will play the gonghou for you next to you......"

Thinking about that scene, I couldn't help but laugh: "It's noisy." ”

She glared at me: "What a piano to the cow!" ”

Her interest did not diminish because of this, she looked up again, and smiled longingly, "Qingming cold food, let's go out together to enjoy the spring flowers; Tanabata Mid-Autumn Festival, we can sit together under the eaves in front of the house to taste the moon and watch the stars...... At times like this, you must want to compose poetry, then I will ......"

I didn't wait for her to finish, and immediately answered: "You are eating taro next to you." ”

She sat up, raised a splendid pillow with both hands, slammed it at me, and said angrily, "I mean I'll make peace with you!" ”

I wanted to tease her again, but I couldn't laugh anymore. She glared at me for a long time, and at last the corners of her lips lifted, and the anger finally disappeared, and she lay down beside me again, holding one of my arms, burying her face in my sleeve, and laughing.

Listening to her series of lilting laughs, my smile faded into the space her eyes did not touch.

These days, I have seen her shed too many tears, and now I am glad that we can still have such a happy time, and I hope that the last thing I leave her is my bright smile, and those indelible sorrows and pains, let them temporarily settle in the bottom of my heart, and never let her see in my eyes before I leave her.

When she looked up at me, I would smile at her again, trying to make her forget that the shrike was just after dawn.

She laughed until she was tired and fell asleep in my arms.

I hugged her, but I didn't close my eyes and didn't sleep. When the moon and stars moved and the smoke was gone, I got up silently, and wanted to leave, but I found that a sleeve of my coat was pillowed under the princess's cheek, and it was difficult to pull it out.

I tried to lift her head and remove her sleeves, but I also thought that she had been in poor spirits lately, and she could easily wake up from sleep, and that such a touch would probably wake her up. So, I stayed in place with one hand, untied the belt with the other, withdrew the hand, and carefully shrunk away from the blouse, before letting the immobile hand slip out of the sleeve of the princess's pillow.

So I was able to get out and leave, while the princess was still asleep with that sleeve still on her pillow.

I stood at her bedside for a long time, silently watching her, trying to engrave in my heart what she was like at this time.

After a while, the leakage sounded again, and it was four watches, and I had to leave.

Leaning over slowly, I imprinted a gentle kiss on her forehead. She seemed to feel it, her eyelashes trembling slightly, but she finally didn't wake up. Her hand unconsciously stroked the chest of the empty shirt, and she leaned sideways again, as if she was still snuggling up to me.

She was wearing an empty shirt with my residual warmth, a smile on her lips, and her sleeping expression was as tranquil and peaceful as a baby.

This was the last impression she made on me in my life.

This year, she was twenty-five years old.