Ruohua Pavilion, Yuewu stood at the door and looked.

Yunxi stood in front of the kitchen, she turned a tablecloth in her hand, the force was not accurate, the tablecloth flew out, and happened to land at Yuewu's feet.

Yuewu glanced at it lightly, and her gaze fell into the distance again.

Yun Xi looked at Yuewu's back with great interest, he was always quiet, and there were some indescribable things in the quiet, like the nobility of looking at everything, and like the indifference of no desire and no desire.

In short, she couldn't tell.

"What are you looking at, Yuewu?" Yun Xi's big face suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Yunxi, you speak... Do you like to be so close to people? Yuewu frowned and took a step back.

Yun Xi laughed, poked his face and said, "Did you find this very small dimple on my right face?" Come closer so you can see. ”

Yuewu glanced at her: "I feel that Yun Xi has such a small dimple on your big basin, it is really inappropriate." ”

"What, you're discriminating against big faces? Miss's face is also very big. ”

"Miss has a round face, you have a big face, and you don't accept rebuttals."

Yun Xi was not convinced and continued to reason with him, but suddenly found that Yuewu looked ahead, her expression softened a little, and her lips were slightly hooked. "Strange, what are you looking at?"

She turned her head suspiciously, only to see Ming Chu slowly approaching with a wicker stick.

Yuewu looked at Ming Chu's unhappy appearance, and didn't speak, and followed her into the courtyard. Yun Xi muttered in the back: "This Yuewu, it's really only Miss in my eyes." ”

It was night, the moon hung in the night sky like a silver plate, and thousands of stars were shining in their eyes, with distant loneliness, with endless thoughts.

The cool breeze rises suddenly, the jade steps are cold, and the autumn leaves are piled up into mounds.

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, he sat alone in the study, leaning on a chair, although he was holding a book in his hand, he couldn't see it in his eyes, and he couldn't remember it in his mind.

On the bookcase is the jade bracelet that the housemother gave her today, as well as a copy of "Su Zizhan's Poetry Collection", which her mother liked to read most before her death.

Six years ago today, my mother passed away, and at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, I clearly remember that my mother smiled and said that she could finally see her father and mother again, and she said that she missed them so much. The mother said that she was very happy, but she was reluctant to start tomorrow.

As she spoke, she began to cry, and she stayed by her mother's side, who kept looking at her, as if she could never get enough. At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, he was too young to know what death was.

Until she understands that death is... Her mother is gone forever, and she will never see her again.

"Miss." Mama called to her softly.

With pity in her eyes, she opened her wrinkled hands, "Miss, this is the peace knot I made for you, I hope Miss is safe." ”

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, she took the peace knot, her nose was a little sour, and she immediately hung it around her neck. "Mama, thank you."

Mama told her to rest early and quit the study in small steps. She felt sorry for the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, which child's birthday was not spent happily? Who knows that the heavens will not fulfill people's wishes, and today is the master's sacrifice day.

Poor Miss Five.

Dover jumped in through the window and jumped onto her lap and lay down. Ming Chu buried his head in its soft body, and his eyes gradually moistened. She murmured, "Mother, where are you now?" Are you happy? Do you want to have a first child? Chu'er misses you so much. I miss you every night. ”

The moon shadow is swaying, the sycamore leaves are dashing, and the long and clear bamboo flute sound comes by the wind, whirling and whirling in the ears. Like the shallow chant of the night, like the low singing of the moon.

The sound of the flute stopped suddenly, and at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the window was opened, and someone held a bamboo flute under the moon, standing with a smile.

He said, "The moonlight is very good tonight, can you enjoy the moon together?" ”

Ming Chu was stunned.

The Milky Way is in the sky, and the moon is bright. From the middle of the sky to the horizon, the galaxy is as brilliant as a bright light. Yuewu and Ming Chu sat on the roof, and Ming Chu held his cheeks silently.

Yuewu slowly blew the bamboo flute, and the flute sound was long.

"Yuewu, can the immortals in the sky also hear the sound of the flute?"

"Hmm."

"Can the mother hear it too?"

Yuewu thought for a moment and said seriously: "It must be okay." ”

Ming Chu's eyes lit up, "Really?" She carefully rubbed the bamboo flute.

"I made this flute for Miss, and when Miss misses her mother, she blows the bamboo flute. She must have heard. Yuewu turned the bamboo flute, and one side of the bamboo flute was carved with a first character.

"This flute is so beautiful! Is it mine? ”

"Hmm."

"Then I'm going to give it a name, and I'll call it..." At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, his eyes were bright, "I want the first moon flute, okay?" ”

"The first moon." Yuewu thought for a while, and smiled at Ming Chu, "The first moon flute, it's so good, Miss is really Huilanxin." ”

Ming Chu looked at Yuewu's smile, and suddenly her eyes turned red, she leaned on Yuewu's shoulder, and her voice was very low: "Yuewu, did you say that your mother kissed her and lived well in heaven?" ”

"Well, Miss's mother must be watching you from heaven, and I hope you are happy every year." Yuewu's voice is clear and soft, which is also Yuewu's wish.

Ming Chu carefully looked at the flying eagle pattern on Yuewu's wrist and asked, "What about Yuewu's mother?" Where is she? I've never heard you talk about your family, or your life. Why did you become Daddy's Deadpool? Would you like to tell me? ”

The moon shines brightly, and the face of the moon is soft and hazy in the moonlight.

A nonchalant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "My family was killed by the enemy, I escaped by luck, and after a year of wandering, I was taken in by the people of Jiang Wangfu. Since then, I have been training to become a qualified Deadpool. ”

He lowered his eyes, "Actually... I'm also a man who should have died a long time ago. ”

The wind is blowing, the white clothes of the moon are fluttering, and his figure is lonely.

Ming Ming Chu was startled, covered his mouth and said, "Yuewu, I don't allow you to talk nonsense." You can't die, how can you die. As he spoke, tears kept falling.

Her eyes were hazy with tears, "Yuewu, your previous life was very bad, wasn't it, you were very unhappy, right?" I promise you that I will be very good to you and will not let you suffer again. ”

"I'm sorry. Miss, I shouldn't make you sad. Seeing the tears on Ming Chu's face, Yuewu panicked.

Ming Chu clasped his hand tightly, "Yuewu, you will always live well, right?" We're going to be together forever, right? ”

Yuewu bent the corners of her lips and said seriously: "Well, it will." Yuewu will always accompany Miss. ”

I'm afraid of being alone.

I know.

The past cannot be admonished, but the coming can still be chased. Year after year, I just want to be with you.