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The past is dark and buried in the tide of old times. Because it's too heavy. People will always deliberately avoid touching something heavy and bleak. Therefore, over time, only a shallow mark is left in the heart. Only when I dream back at midnight will I have the heart to remember. But the tide of love that rises from time to time will not change its turbulent momentum because of the dust of time. So this mark will still be licked and torn again and again. In the end, it is difficult to become a stereotype. It is difficult to completely dissipate without a trace.

Bao Rui originally told Jiang Yan about his life experience in a calm tone. But it wasn't until those old good times that the stitched together strips and scenes of emotional moments gradually came out. His face still had an emotional expression that he couldn't suppress and didn't want to suppress.

It's been more than twenty years. He and her son have grown up to be good sons and daughters. He thought that this relationship, this untraceable beauty. It's time for him to fade and let go...... However, he didn't find out until now. Nope. Never.

This passage is all over. The look on Bao Rui's face no longer knows what it looks like. Too much entanglement in one place. It is not allowed to be dispersed, nor can it be taken away. His eyebrows skipped a beat. It seems to be homeopathic and turned away. But at this moment, he raised his sleeve and wiped the corners of his eyes, and he couldn't hold back the tears that flowed out. He made a heavy breath again. After calming down for a while, he turned to face Jiang Yan again.

Jiang Yan lowered his head slightly. This pattern just happened to show the light and shadow on him. Calling Bo Rui still can't see the happy and angry look on his face. Meantime. Jiang Yan didn't speak either. Listen quietly without saying a word. Since then, it is more like a statue that has been fixed in the slowness of the years and the precipitation of time, and can no longer walk out of the statue.

But he just looked at Jiang Yan quietly. Look at this son who has been lost and regained, and I don't know when he will be regained. Bo Rui gradually found more similarities with himself and Mrs. Hua Zhao in him. It is the same straight nose as him, these clear and translucent eyes, and this knife cut with flying and slender eyebrows; The small red mouth is like Hua Zhao. The pointed and delicate little chin and the slight ripples on the left side of the jaw when pursing the lips are clearly Hua Zhao's shadow...... This kid is so wonderful. In him, Rusi skillfully blended all his strengths with her. It also integrates the different but wonderful temperaments of the two people. He has a unique aura that seems to be different from none of them.

Father's. The most gratifying thing in my life. It's probably a child who has grown up by taking a closer look at himself and the woman he loves. Don't say anything. Do nothing more. Just look at it in the eyes. Quietly watching, reading. It is the most wonderful fate and the greatest gratification in this life.

This moment is even more leaky. This moment is a dislocation of time and space. Zhou turned into a subtle trance that could not be seen. Such a trance involves the same vague feelings. I can't talk about it. I want to talk about it and stop it.

Finally. I don't know how long it has been in this still streamer. Jiang Yan raised his head and sighed. He turned his gaze to the side again. Didn't say anything. but silently recognized the long past about Mrs. Hua Zhao mentioned by Bo Rui...... He confessed his identity.

Bao Rui accompanied Jiang Yan and stood silently for a long time. Suddenly, he pulled his lips and said, "You are close to Qing'er. That's why it's supposed to be." With a shallow sigh. There is no blame. He kept his eyes steady." It's going around like this...... What do you want to know about your mother. I'll tell you all." Raised his hand to put his hand on Jiang Yan's shoulder. I don't know what to do. Bo Rui's raised arm froze in mid-air for a long time. Then it slowly fell down little by little.

Even if you can't control the ecstasy and excitement in your heart. If you want to recognize this son who has been living in exile for more than 20 years and has returned after leaving him for a long time. That didn't happen overnight.

It's not that Parui is uncomfortable with the natural intimacy between father and son. He was afraid that Jiang Yan would not adapt. Because I cherish this hard-won opportunity from heaven too much. Too afraid of losing. I'm afraid that all this is just the last dream illusion of a dream. So he inadvertently became doubly cautious.

Jiang Yan understands this mood. His temperament has always been reserved and reserved. There are still some differences between him and Boqing. Or maybe it's the difference in circumstances and experiences that makes the difference.

But how actively did a man want to tell Jiang Yan everything about his biological mother. Jiang Yan's attitude seemed very indifferent. He didn't follow his biological father's words and ask any questions. Instead, he breathed slowly. The gaze fell on the cold carved window edges. Jiang Yan looked at the wisteria that stretched out from the window and climbed in. Slowly. He talked about leaving his adoptive father's and mother's house. Wandering the world and going to Zhaojing, this one thing before and after......

He has a light voice. The expression is indifferent but solemn. He said. At the beginning, after his adoptive father and adoptive mother died one after another, he knew his identity. I was reluctant and curious. Driven by such reluctance and curiosity. Jiang Yan began to have a deep burden of self-suffering and self-exhaustion. He wanted to know more, if not all, about his mother; He wanted to find out when his mother was pregnant with him. How good is it to live in the people, and finally drag the sick body to give birth to him and then die of depression.

This thought kept deepening. Constant urgency. It's about curiosity and filial piety. It doesn't really have much to do with the so-called revenge.

Jiang Yan began to look around for clues about his mother's horses. From his mother's relics, he found the score of "Nian Jiaonu". He is not crazy about music. But also I really like it. In addition, it is a music score that my mother brought with me. I was interested in finding out more about my mother from this score. So Jiang Yan learned the song "Nian Jiaonu".

Helpless, just like the original Borui. I don't know if it's because the sense of existence is weak, or if the queen of the platform is clean. There are too few traces of this Huazhao lady left in the people. Jiang Yan visited many places and searched for many days, but he still found very little.

Later, a thought swirled in my heart and slowly fell into my heart. Thinking that my mother came out of the Chu Palace. Lost all the way from the Imperial City and disappeared from the news. So should we still go back to this source?

Jiang Yan's heart lit up. Thinking so. I decided to leave for the capital city of Zhaojing. Thinking about seeing if I can start there. Find out more clues about the mother......

Since ancient times, the imperial city has been under the roots. Always the most well-informed place. Jiang Yan took what little coiling he had left all the way to Zhaojing. After a few months, he paid off. He finally followed the many clues that were connected in one place. This will be the main driving force that contributed to the mother's departure from the palace. Suspicion came to the queen.

But Jiang Yan still has no clear evidence. It's unlikely that he'll be asked to give the seeker a little bit of clear evidence. He also knew that harem women were never jealous. It is even more determined that the death of his mother is absolutely inseparable from Queen Tai. But it is difficult to find out how to collect these evidence, which basically depends on speculation and speculation.

He had thought of it too. With his own strength, he restored the incident of his mother leaving the palace, being killed on the way, and falling out of a violent illness. It can be regarded as the spirit in heaven that comforts the mother, and it can be regarded as the filial piety to the biological mother and the kindness of the adoptive father and mother; Meantime. Jiang Yan, who has the elegant sentiment of a literati and a writer, also had the intention of compiling his mother's life into a text, writing it as a script, and passing it on to the world.

He thought. Hengzhu must first know who the assassin of his mother is. and gather sufficient evidence. When the evidence is conclusive. He entered the palace and recognized the father and son of the Emperor of Chu. and punish the queen with the evidence, and avenge the mother......

And the road of fate is sealed. It has always been changed by unsufficient whims. Xu is chance, Xu is degree. That's when it was . Jiang Yan he met Bo Qing.

A chance encounter with Boqing. Obviously not in Jiang Yan's plan......

Jiang Yan is a person of extreme affection. The same is true of Boqing.

The two have the same sentiments, the same charm, the same talk and laughter about the world, the same pride, and the same inexplicable confidant...... Life. Having a confidant is enough to have no regrets.

Since then. Jiang Yan is in the world has always been the kind of insistence. Begin to lighten and fade day after day, falling apart. His boundless fate of wandering and detaining also began from the moment he stayed in the Rongjin Mansion and became a housekeeper. It also completely severed all intersections with the past.

Jiang Yan recalled that he opened his mouth slightly. He said to Bao Rui: "When I came to Zhaojing. It was to find out how the mother left the palace and how she was persecuted. But since I met Lord Rong. Everything changed suddenly...... Gradually. I don't have that heart for a long time. It's no longer the same sky-swallowing vigor as it used to be. I'm willing to rot this secret in my stomach. All his life, he only dealt with himself as a 'housekeeper'. He will be the steward of the Rongjin Mansion for the rest of his life." His eyes sank. Settle the tone gradually." It used to be. And now too. This mind has never changed."

"You're still complaining." Bao Rui suddenly opened his mouth. The color of the eyes precipitates the deep connotation.

"Nope." Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows almost without thinking at the same time. I guess my mother shouldn't have it." One more sentence. Because the voice is low. The voice seemed to be heavy and sighing.

This is a low, deep voice. Bring out the infinite and boundless gloom. Bao Rui suddenly lost his mind: "Really. No regrets, no complaints......" He swayed his wide sleeves behind him. Let the winds go through the hall to do the irrigation of the slippery muscles. One long sigh after another overflowed his lips and teeth. echoes the deep pain and sorrow that cannot be dissipated between this face." It's me. I didn't protect your mother and son." The sound was even darker. A choke in the throat. Low and slightly bitter. Bitter and gloomy astringency.