I want to never forget that day. When I was about to reach the unitary level, both sides of the road were full of onlookers, and I squatted on a high place, watching the people push and shove under my feet.

In the midst of so many people, I suddenly saw a child who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old or younger.

Dressed in a long white robe, he struggled through everyone and headed towards the Ming Hall. I didn't know what he wanted to do at the time, but when everyone was looking east, his figure alone to the west caught my attention a little.

But it's just a little attention, because the sound of gongs and drums in the distance is getting closer, and you and Feng Yan's sedan chair is not far away.

I saw the servants of the Feng Mansion approaching, and they were pushing a path through the already crowded people.

Your figure on horseback is finally visible on the street corner. At that moment, even I, who had looked at you in the dark in the past, was still a little stunned when I saw you in a wedding dress.

I hear people talking about you. No one expected you to be so extraordinary. After the initial exclamations, I heard many people laughing and saying that the Feng family was really evil, and they actually used such a jade man as their own son-in-law.

I hate the sour and frivolous words in these mouths, even if the Feng family really has a so-called curse, I don't believe that kind of thing can hurt you, worrying about you in this kind of thing is simply blasphemy against you.

So I turned on my style and lifted a lot of tiles, and smashed all the people who were talking nonsense to the head and bleed.

At that time, I was so focused on the minutiae of the disturbances in front of me that I was completely oblivious to the danger that was rising behind me.

Instead, in the distance, you suddenly rein in your horse and order the team not to move any further. Everyone was stunned, including me.

In the next moment, however, I understood why you had stopped, for I could also smell a hint of saltpeter in the wind.

The next moment, the earth roared. The blazing flames burst out from every window of the Ming Hall, and before people could hear the sound, the surrounding buildings were already in the flames.

The huge spire of the Ming Hall fell towards the street where you and Feng Yan were, and you quickly jumped off your horse, picked up Feng Yan in the sedan chair, and jumped away before the giant tower fell.

The blown up Ming Hall stirred up dozens of feet of dust on the ground. I looked back at the source of the explosion and tried to figure out what was going on.

Beyond the flames, I saw a familiar shadow, the child who had been dressed in white, heading west against the crowd, with a blur of flesh and blood in the rubble.

He was so close to Mingtang that it was impossible for him to be alive, but I couldn't tell why, my eyes just stopped at him and couldn't leave.

Something was wrong, though I couldn't tell exactly where. Sure enough, the next moment I saw his body turn into dotted light green fireflies and melt into the firelight.

All that was left on the ground was his blood-stained white garment. His whole body was gone. It was much later that I really understood what was going on.

At that time, I probably never imagined that one day I would follow in his footsteps. It wasn't the worst thing that happened that day.

When you and Feng Yan returned to the Feng Mansion, the servants of the Feng family hurriedly told you that after hearing the explosion, the master and the lady went out to find you together.

Feng Yan's mother, Li, died unexpectedly in the ruins that day. It seems that she didn't notice that there was a dangerous wall behind her when she was looking for someone, and by the time she reacted, the entire brick wall had already smashed on her.

In short, that day, in the months that followed, everything was a mess. The person who changed the most was Feng Bo, who turned gray overnight, from burial to burial, he was the only one who did not shed tears, but the whole person became lifeless, like a walking corpse.

At the funeral, taking advantage of the interval when Mrs. Feng took Feng Yan to the side for a separate conversation, several elders of the Feng family who rarely showed up before suddenly attacked you, saying that you were ominous, and that the day of the wedding brought such a disaster to the Feng family.

Feng Yan's younger brothers were provoked to anger, and Feng Liulang even drew his sword on the spot to ask you for your life. But you didn't say anything, you sat there in silence and took it all.

You can't imagine how I felt at that time, if it weren't for Feng Wulang standing in front of you in time, loudly defending your elders and brothers, and defending you and me rather than the others, I would probably not be able to restrain my anger at all.

Later, Feng Yan and Old Madam Feng came back, and everyone acted as if nothing had happened. It was only then that I realized for the first time that in the Feng Mansion, the highest status was Old Madam Feng, and the second highest status was not Feng Yuandao and the Li family, or some other side brothers.

It's Feng Yan. In front of her, the few people who had made a lot of nonsense before didn't dare to make another mistake at all. The funeral was busy for more than a month, and when all the dust settled, Feng Yan's whole person was haggard, and so did you.

This is the first time I've seen guilt and chagrin in your eyes. I hated myself so much, why did I let the young man in white go when I saw him, if I had been more alert at that time, all this would not have happened.

For half a year after that, Feng Yan was very depressed. She often holds a Longquan celadon jar, sits in front of the table and is distracted, the celadon jar she is very precious, carefully wiped every day, placed on the table.

During those days, except for the emperor's summons, Feng Yan hardly went out. Feng Bo left home alone and went to Weilu Mountain, some people said that he went home, some people said that he didn't, but he never came back.

Feng Yan will occasionally go up the mountain with you to visit, and every time you come back, you always fall into a long silence, and neither of you says a word.

In the middle of winter, heavy snowfall. Old Madam Feng saw that Feng Yan could not get out of this matter, so she took her to the Six Fu Garden of Daizong Mountain.

I don't know what Old Madam Feng took Feng Yan to see, but when Feng Yan came back, she was indeed more energetic than before.

That snowy night, as you sat in front of the charcoal fire in the house, she suddenly looked at you, "Xingzhen, are you still blaming yourself?

You nodded, and she lowered her head again, her eyes reddening, and she shook her head, "It's not your fault." That night, you studied ink, Feng Yan wrote a lot of words on the paper, and then put them into the charcoal basin one by one.

I didn't dare to get too close, but when I was listening to Feng Yan's whispered recitation, I heard two lines of poetry, and I don't know why, I have been remembering it until now.

One sentence is, "Qingqing Tomb on the cypress, Lei Lei in the stream, between the world of life, suddenly like a traveler." Another sentence is, "Relatives or remnants of sorrow, others have also sang."

What is the way to die, and the body is the same as the mountain." "The dead do not disappear from this world entirely.

I heard Feng Yan whisper to the charcoal fire. We'll all see you again."