Sending Mrs. Du out, Song Zixun thought about it, but turned around and went into the inner room.

The room was smoked with a soothing incense to help you sleep, and the soft breath was mixed with a faint medicinal fragrance, which was also very good.

Du Rongzhi didn't know when she had woken up, leaning on the pillow, her eyes staring straight at Chengchen above her head. The sunlight shone in through the window, and there seemed to be a streamer floating on the light blue gauze tent, reflecting on her plain little face, which became whiter and more transparent.

"Are you awake?" Song Zixun hesitated for a moment, but still carefully sat down in front of her bed and asked softly.

Du Rongzhi seemed to hear movement until this moment, she slowly turned her face, and her empty gaze fell firmly on his new robe.

"My mother ......," she said in a hoarse voice.

"I've sent my mother-in-law out." Song Zixun said softly.

“……”

"She told me to take good care of you."

In response to him, there was still a long silence.

"So......" I don't know how long it took, she opened her mouth again, and said in a dumb voice, "even if I become what I am now, you ...... Still won't let me go, will you? ”

Song Zixun's body trembled slightly, and he raised his head suddenly.

"I already know everything." Her glazed gaze finally slowly turned back to his face.

How sluggish must she be......

Everything is already so obvious.

All his clothes suddenly disappeared from the cupboard overnight; Mama An, who has always hoped that she and Song Zixun will get back together, has never nagged this name in her ear since; Every time the people in the house looked at her, they looked at her with caution, with flattery and pity......

Everything...... But because she's crazy.

She was finally driven crazy by him, by this hopeless marriage.

Du Rongzhi suddenly wanted to laugh, and she really laughed. The lip flap that had been bitten when she lost control before gradually oozed blood as she did this, but she didn't feel it at all.

Song Zixun's heart hurt fiercely, he held her thin and a little awkward hand, and explained in a low voice, "It's not that I want to hide it from you on purpose, it's just that you are still recovering, and I'm afraid that you will ......think more about it if you know it."

Unusually, Du Rongzhi did not wave away and held his hand tightly.

"Song Zixun, why bother?" She let out a sigh that seemed to be compassion and even more helpless, "You are a person with great ambitions, and you will have a bright future in the future...... Why do you have to waste time on me? ”

A thin smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and she said softly, "Have you ever thought that when that day comes, you will fulfill your long-cherished wish and become the master of this huge grand duke's mansion, and it is me, a madwoman, who stands by your side and shares all honor and dignity with you......" Du Rongzhi covered her mouth and laughed, "Are you ...... Don't you think it's ridiculous? ”

"Nonsense!" A touch of pain flashed in Song Zixun's deep eyes, "Who said you were crazy?!" You're just sick, as long as you recuperate in peace and stop thinking nonsense...... It will get better soon. ”

He held the soft thorn in his palm hard, lowered his head and kissed the raised green tendons on the back of her hand, "You are the wife I am marrying, no matter where I go in the future and how far I can go, the person who walks hand in hand with me will always be you." He paused, looking into her eyes that were red with laughter, "It's just you." ”

His gaze was sincere and passionate, and it shone with things that she knew and stranged to her, things that she had chased all her life, and finally ended up with a corpse and two lives, and never got it, at this moment, it was like a flood that had opened the floodgates, as if as long as she said a word or a look, the next moment it would rush out.

But she ...... Just blankly look away.

Song Zixun's expression stiffened slightly.

Even so, her reaction was much better than the angry glaring or ignoring it before.

Song Zixun couldn't help but have a little hope in his heart, took her hand and said softly, "I know that you are very bored in the mansion these days...... In a few days, my mother-in-law and aunt will go to Huishan Temple to offer incense, and I will accompany you to relax your heart...... You say, okay? Seeing that Du Rongzhi was silent, he continued to be good-natured and said, "It's clean and tidy there, and the scenery is also very good, if you are bored, there is also a mother-in-law."

Before he could finish speaking, Du Rongzhi had already withdrawn his hand, turned around and slid into the quilt with a blank expression, "I'm tired, you can go out......"

Even though she has become this picture of no one and no ghost, even if she begged her mother so hard to take her back, between reputation and daughter, her mother still resolutely chose the former......

She no longer knows what else to be nostalgic for in this world except for Guan'er.

…………………………………………

Five days later, Du Rongzhi boarded the carriage to Huishan Temple.

Song Zixun walked with her.

From time to time, the breeze playfully hooked the curtains, revealing the delicate and white face of the woman in the carriage.

She held her cheeks lightly with her bare hands, and her enigmatic eyes quietly looked at the families at the foot of the mountain...... I don't know what I'm thinking.

Song Zixun, who was reading the book on the side, hesitated a little when he saw this, closed the book and leaned towards her quietly, and asked gently, "What are you looking at?" ”

Du Rongzhi seemed to be unguarded, he would suddenly speak, or he had forgotten that there was such a person in the carriage, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly when he heard this, and he pursed his lower lip and didn't speak.

Fortunately, Song Zixun had already gotten used to it, he lifted the curtain and pointed to the front, "Rong Er still remembers the family in front of him?" He didn't expect to get Du Rongzhi's answer, so he smiled to himself, "I remember that year, the grandmothers of the two families made an appointment to take us to the temple to make incense, you and the fourth child were the most naughty, and while the elders were unprepared, they left the girl and the mother-in-law to slip down the mountain to play......"

He was just about to go to find Song Zixi when he accidentally bumped into him. He was only ** years old at the time, and when he saw the two of them sneaky, he was also playful for a while, so he secretly followed behind.

Who knew that these two troublemakers were actually trying to steal the fruit from other people's farmers' trees...... Later, when the owner found out, Du Rongzhi jumped from the tree and injured her foot...... Song Ziche's bastard was so frightened that he didn't have a master, he only knew that he was grinning and crying, or he saw that the master's family was about to chase him, so he gritted his teeth and picked up the young Du Rongzhi and ran up the mountain......

Later, it is conceivable that as an elder brother, he did not fulfill his responsibility of disciplining his younger siblings, and was severely reprimanded by his grandmother for copying books all night. Since then, I have subconsciously stayed away from Du Rongzhi's "three words......

Now that I think back to this unhappy past, all that remains in my memory is the innocent smile of the little girl and the crisp and sweet voice of "Brother Xun" like a yellow bird......

"Do you remember these?" He asked softly in his ear.

Du Rongzhi's body stiffened, and she pursed her lower lip hard.

But the carriage gradually stopped at this moment.

"Master, young lady, Huishan Temple has arrived."