Text/Sheng Qiuyue [盛秋冄]

"Is it worth it? Is it worth it? The Ming Demon woke up and muttered.

The sky in the dream was still as dark as cast iron and lead, the sound of fighting on the battlefield never stopped, Song Xingchen, who she had been thinking about for a long time, was in front of her, but behind her was the enemy's hidden arrow, she desperately wanted to call him and tell him that there was extreme danger behind him, but there seemed to be an unknown object blocking his throat, no matter how he shouted, it was just in vain. The arrow finally came at him, blood-red, and then she woke up—every three or five days she would have similar dreams, tears streaming down in the water. It's been three years, and the man has been gone for three whole years, but why does it feel like something happened yesterday?

That year, she went to the temple with her mother to offer incense and pray for blessings, and lived there for a few days, and some things changed because of this.

For a long time afterward, she wondered if the story wouldn't have been so miserable if she hadn't walked into that room at that time. I thought I was quite bored, but I walked along the small bridge behind the temple, but I met his indifferent smile, the story that was destined to happen, only one sentence was nowhere to escape.

She sat on the little stone bridge, humming a little song and shaking her feet softly. He walked beside the green willows on the riverbank, pausing and staring with a smile. ”

She remembers that when they first met, he was copying the well-known "Orchid Pavilion Collection Preface", although there is no silk bamboo orchestra, a song is enough to tell the romance. I'm afraid that this sentence is also very appropriate to describe the scene at that time, and the two of them only made eye contact, and it was the whole afternoon. The Ming Demon has never been a person who can endure the heart, but in the twilight when there were not many words, she silently stared at a person for a long time, perhaps, this is love?

He said that his name is Song Xingchen, and his biggest hobby in life is to write poems and paintings, and his biggest dream is to see all the rivers and mountains. When he said this, his eyes shone with a light that the demon had never seen before, it was an extreme hope for the future, perhaps it was at that moment that the demon Ming was determined to accompany him through the world.

The Ming family and the Song family are both big local families, and the masters of the two families are not pedantic people, so they come and go, and the family affair is so easy, and the marriage date is set for a year later. This point was unexpected by the Ming Demon and Song Xingchen.

Those days were the most pleasant times of the Ming Demon's life, and the stars came to her little courtyard almost every morning, sometimes chanting to her a few poems that would please her, and sometimes bringing her a copy or two of good pictures. The eyebrows are beautiful, and the sunset is dressed.

It is the best time of the year, the rain is not shining, and the mottled plain umbrella is soaked in fragrance.

Cloudless skies. She prayed that life would be as simple as it is today.

But one day, Xingchen didn't go to the demon's mansion. She waited for two days, and on the third day, she couldn't stand the boundless longing anymore, and came to the Song family compound alone. But I saw Mrs. Song's face full of tears, and there was a panic in my heart, and I was inexplicably sad. It's time to come, I'm afraid it's finally here.

"Demon, our Song family can't stand you, so let's withdraw the marriage one day." Oh, get out of the marriage, he really wants to figure it out.

"Where are the stars, I will listen to him say these words to me personally." Resisting the uneasiness in her heart, she asked.

"I'm afraid that at this moment, he has already arrived at the battlefield." Mrs. Song's tone was a little unbearable, "When the national disaster is at hand, how can he retreat because of his own selfish interests, it's not that there is no persuasion, but he can't be persuaded in the end, let him go, it's just that who doesn't know the bloody storm on the battlefield, I don't know when I will be able to return home." Before the aftermath fell, there was another sigh.

is a good Song Xingchen, he actually left his parents - and her Ming Demon - to join Rong, the country has such good subjects, it is really a blessing for the country, heh. But how could he bear to leave here, did he really not care about her at all?

Walking into his bedroom, the room was empty, but the demon only felt that the stars were splashing ink and standing proudly in front of the table, but the person was still gone, leaving a blank Lanting in vain.

Yonghe is nine years old, and he is ugly. It's just these eight words, and I haven't even read the sentence. The Ming demon could no longer hold the joy of the strong pretend, and the teardrops were large and fell into the inkstone. The heart is tacit, and the inkstone is left with tears and thoughts.

Holding up the large blank scroll to take a closer look, a piece of paper that I don't know where it was quietly falling.

The smoke is fiery,

The rain falls and splashes ink.

descending geometry,

Muttering autumn songs.

Finally laughed at me,

It takes a moment.

Away from the thought of the wine turbidity,

Don't worry about it.

It's a rainy Jiangnan that has to leave eventually, but why don't you let me see you for the last time, are you afraid of the goodbye that you can't bear to say after you see you.

As for the divorce, she didn't want to do it anyway. She has made a plan, she wants to spend this life with him and wait, waiting for the day when he returns to Jiangnan.

It's just that since then, he has often appeared in dreams. Or he sat safely beside her but drifted away, or he was on the battlefield with countless cold arrows behind him. When I woke up, I was in a cold sweat, and I knew it was a dream, but I still couldn't suppress my fear.

It's been three years.

Her father often persuaded her not to wait, and repeatedly introduced her handsome sons from other families to her, but she pushed them all away, and after a long time, her father compromised and didn't care.

Occasionally, I would go to Song Xingchen's bedroom, but I never cleaned that room, I was afraid that there were four or five dollars when the dust accumulated, and there were maids who tried to clean up these panics, but she stopped them one by one. She said that if the place was cleared, she would never find any trace of his existence. That year, he played the last euphemism for her, and the silk bamboo was abandoned for three years.

The article is lonely and borrows the paper, and the remnants of the dream are revisited and cannot go back to the past.

Song Xingchen, do you know that in the past three years, I have been thinking about it all the time?

In the past three years, how have you been doing in Xinjiang?

Later, I met and bought a small garden next to the temple and lived here alone.

I often put an oil-paper umbrella on the side of the small bridge where we first met, and one stop is the whole night.

The fireworks bloom all over the south of the Yangtze River, and the shores of the lake are endless, and the lights are all the way to find him to Yanshan.

Spring goes to autumn, time is like a river, rolling by.

The Ming demon still lives in the small garden, the small Xuan window, and is dressing.

Outside the courtyard, several trees are blooming, the flowers are graceful, and the fragrance is compelling.

There was a knock on the door, and a male voice sounded outside the wooden fence: "After returning from the war, I am a little thirsty, but there is water here?" ”

The Ming Demon got up and walked to the door. The wooden door creaked open. The man outside the house was dusty and his temples were slightly frosty.

Only the bearing in his bones is just like back then.

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