Cry?

I looked up consciously, my eyes seemed to be dry, and there was a rare absence of tears.

"Little uncle, why am I crying?" I asked rhetorically, putting my hand on the coffin, reaching out and gently stroking it a few times.

Touching the rough lines on it, feeling this dull pain, the painful collapse that should have been lying on the coffin, is now unusually calm.

"If a person dies and cannot be resurrected, what do I have to cry about?"

I looked up at him, probably too calm, and he was wiping my tears from my fingertips, and paused slightly.

"Chang'an." He whispered to me.

The voice is still as good and hoarse as ever, like an inviolable kaolin snow frost, which can only be watched from a distance and is difficult to reach.

"Yes." I responded to him and smiled with curled lips, "It's just a pity that at his age, he should have made great achievements, and even hugged left and right to marry, and his legs were framed and gone, and now people have to come back in this way." ”

"At an age when I should be young and frivolous, I just live like an old man, and even the time to settle in the earth has been advanced, my eyes are not good and I can't see, Uncle Huang, you help me take a look, is he blind?"

I kept looking up at him.

Pei Yousheng's voice was hoarse and hoarse, and the voice seemed to roll in his throat countless times before he came out, "This is not him." ”

Such a clumsy comfort, I couldn't help but want to laugh at this inappropriate time, and I did.

In the raised voice, there was still a bit of pampering that hadn't completely disappeared, "yes, it's not him." ”

I repeated, and said: "That imperial uncle must remember, this is not him, this is not my brother Bai Huan, he is still alive, and the people of Baifu are still waiting for him to come back." ”

Whether it is a lie or a comfort, this whitewashed word is bound to be maintained, because this news is too tragic, I am afraid that my grandfather will find out about it, and my body will not be able to stand it.

It's better to leave some thoughts, which can be regarded as support.

With a smile on the corner of my lips, I obediently followed his words, but my heart was full of sneer, if it was just an inconsequential coffin, how could it be sent in so solemnly, why would it block me from coming in.

In many cases, it has been revealed for a long time.

My fingers were bent, my nails were clutching at the coffin, and a wave of grief spread from the bottom of my heart.

It seems that the whole body is screaming for pain, this pain is suffocating, I can't breathe, it hurts so much, I can't help but start to attack in pain, my eyes are even more blurry, my hands and feet tremble, and I tremble in pain.

I seemed to hear him calling me in my ear, in his usual cold voice, with a slight haste.

But he couldn't concentrate all the time, couldn't hear what he said, there was a roaring buzz in his ears, and he didn't feel anything other than the overwhelming pain.

He seemed to hold me in his arms and whispered again and again: "Ah Luan, don't bear it, cry out when you feel uncomfortable." ”

"It's not him, believe me once."

I clutched at his clothes, and the howling sound only disappeared into my throat in the end, rolling in a suppressed manner, how could I believe you?

I opened my eyes in vain, as if there were tears rolling down unstoppably, and I laughed painfully when I hurt it, people can't be resurrected after death, and my brother, who likes to hold a folding fan and pretend to be romantic, can't come back.

The dream is a myriad of fragments of the scene.

When I was five years old, Bai Huan had his hands behind his back like a little adult, and he learned a serious and rigid voice from his master, pretending to be an adult to reprimand me.

At the age of seven, when I was forced to be ruthless, I picked up the whip given by my father and the emperor, and when I smoked the first person, my hands trembled and squatted down and cried aggrievedly, he stood next to me, hating iron and steel and scolding me for being soft-hearted, but he cleaned up people behind his back.

At the age of ten, he has a bright future, with all the eagerness of Baifu, and he is a well-known husband in the hearts of girls in the city, with a bright career and a bright career within reach.

Until the father died violently, the royal family was defeated, Bai Fu reined in his edge, and Bai Huan also deliberately changed from a handsome son to a gentleman, shaking the folding fan, the peach blossom eyes were raised, and the smile was merry and scattered.

He said: Ah Luan, you don't have to feel guilty, you are my sister, who am I protecting if I don't protect you?

His peach blossom eyes seemed to be smiling, and he gently knocked me on the head with a folding fan: Then my brother will go first.

In the dream, he was dressed in white, stepping on the blood in the sky, walking chic and refusing to look back, and the farther he went, the white clothes seemed to be full of blood, until the whole scene became scarlet.

My heart felt like it was pinched, I couldn't breathe, and I woke up suddenly.

"Awake?"

The voice next to me was hoarse, as if I hadn't rested for a few days and nights, a little tired, and the somewhat cool hand stroked my forehead.

I just came out of the dream in a trance, and my face was wet and I didn't know when it was wet, and I was stunned.

"Well, drink the medicine." Pei Yousheng held the medicine in his hand and coaxed me patiently.

As if there had been no discord before, the gentle voice seemed to be full of patience on me, and it was also like the illusion that put my whole person on the tip of my heart.

Without waiting for him to persuade me, I followed his hand and drank the whole bowl of medicine, the bitter taste filled my taste buds, and the tip of my bitter tongue was numb.

My face was expressionless, my fingers trembled slightly, and I didn't speak.

"Chang'an?"

Pei Yousheng's voice was a little cold, I drank it refreshingly, but his tone was a little deeper, and I could vaguely hear a little gloom.

I looked up at him, probably too weak, maybe still immersed in the blood of the dream, I couldn't even mention the slightest hatred, but there was a dull pain, spreading from the tip of my heart little by little, my limbs were weak, and the pain was to the bone.

"Don't worry, I will be very obedient in the future, whether it is a bowl of medicine or several bowls of medicine, I will not be as willful as before." I spoke, my voice hoarse.

For a moment, I didn't even realize it was my own voice.

Sincere and obedient tone, I don't know which word angered him, his hand holding my wrist tightened slightly, and then let go, his tone was tired, I seemed to be in a trance to hear a little bit of defeat.

"Chang'an, you know everything."

There was nothing else, just such an abrupt word, but I understood it.

He was talking about the so-called closure of mountains and envelopes coming and going.

The corners of my lips had always been upturned, and I sat there quietly, letting his fingertips rub it, and still didn't respond.

He probably wanted to say something, but in the end the words only became a low voice, rolling out of his throat and disappearing into his throat.

Didn't say anything.