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Feng is frivolous.

The wind at night, with a slight coolness, blows through the pear blossoms outside the water pavilion, bringing a touch of sweetness.

Lian Shi and her mother beside her walked on the way back to Beiyuan, looking at each other without saying a word.

The woman walked without saying a word, ignoring the ripple poem, and the silent atmosphere had been lingering around the two, and the maids and servants who followed behind them had noticed the unusual atmosphere of the two, and they had become cautious, except for the sound of footsteps and crickets in the night, they could only hear the sound of the wind blowing the branches.

Lian Shi looked at the face of the woman beside her, which softened a little in the moonlight, but the feeling of indifference and alienation was even worse, just like the fairy in the Guanghan Palace.

The moon in the sky is also very round like the occasion, the bright moonlight sprinkled in the night makes the water pavilion look even colder, the wind is still blowing, the pear petals on the side float down lightly, like winter snowflakes, and the pear blossoms are as white as snow as you see.

The petals of the pear blossoms fell like snow, forming a unique landscape, and the maids and servants quietly slowed down, not wanting to disturb the beauty.

The woman stopped and suddenly stopped beside the water pavilion, looking at the falling pear blossoms and didn't know what she was thinking,

Lianshi stretched out her hand to touch the pear blossoms in the air, and when she looked back, she saw tears in the corners of the woman's eyes, as if she felt Lianshi's gaze, she turned around and glared at Lianshi and walked away quickly, not caring whether Lianshi and the servants followed.

The pear blossom is also called the flower of parting because it symbolizes parting.

The flower language of pear blossom is pure love, innocent love for a lifetime, and the meaning of separation in the guard.

Watching the pear blossoms fall from the trees one after another, Lian Shi suddenly remembered a poem by Chen Liang in the Southern Song Dynasty.

"The pear blossom is fragrant, and the intestines are broken.

A thousand glasses of wine, contemplation.

Everything in the world is impermanent.

For emotional sadness, laugh at the vicissitudes of life.

Ten thousand lines of tears, turning into a cold window.

There are gatherings and scattering, gains and losses.

A pear blossom poem, a few sad parting. ”

Thinking of the woman's actions just now, she was a little sympathetic to the woman, but then she laughed self-deprecatingly.

What right did she have to sympathize with a woman, she was a poor person herself.

A dream for a thousand years, a dream back to the Three Kingdoms, far away from relatives, lonely and unspoken......

Lian Shi thought about walking forward quickly, turned and disappeared into the darkness, and the servants reacted and followed closely.

The sweet aroma of pear blossoms, I have no intention of appreciating it, and no one knows about it, so it is not enough for outsiders.

I heard that getting drunk relieves a thousand sorrows, and I am afraid that I will use wine to drown my sorrows, things in this world are so impermanent, emotional sadness, affection, laughing at the vicissitudes of this world, the world is impermanent......

Even if there are thousands of tears, there is nowhere to talk about desolation, and tears are sprinkled on the cold window. Gather and scatter, gain and lose, but it's just a joke!

Lianshi felt that her face was wet, and when she reached out to touch her face, she realized that her face had already been wet with tears.

Lianshi suddenly stopped and squatted on the ground and cried, how far the crying sounded as the wind sank into the long night, disturbing the pear blossoms in the distance, and the falling pear blossoms and her crying added a bit of coldness to the night in the night.

The maids and servants were in a hurry, not knowing what to do, Lian Shi only felt very uncomfortable in her heart, as if she had come here and was far away from her hometown's grievances, and suddenly vented out, she couldn't go back, she really couldn't go back......

A shadow suddenly fell in front of her, and she sobbed, lifted her tear-stained face, and looked at the woman who had turned back and looked at her indifferently.

"Does crying work? It's already happened, is it useful to cry?"

The woman's eyes were filled with hatred and some emotion that she couldn't understand.

"Get up!" The woman snorted coldly at Lianshi.

Lian Shi shrank silently with tears in her eyes, and slowly stood up obediently.

When the woman saw Lian Shi get up, she turned around and was about to leave without saying a word, but Lian Shi quickly pulled the woman's sleeve.

The woman turned her head and looked at Lianshi indifferently, her throat was still hurting, but she endured the pain and whispered "Mother".

The woman's body stiffened again, and she turned indifferently and acquiesced to Lianshi's movements.

Lianshi followed the woman, striding forward, the woman walked very fast, Lianshi pulled the woman's sleeve and had to trot.

When she arrived at Been, the woman immediately shook off Lianshi's hand and turned around and went to her own room.

At this moment, the maid and slave were late, and they were busy washing up, and Lianshi sat on the bed, but she had no intention of sleeping.

Standing in front of the window and looking at the full moon in the distance, Lianshi realized for the first time that after a thousand years, there was no way back in this life.

I don't know if the moon from a thousand years ago is as round as the moon a thousand years later, or if there are people who will enjoy the same moonlight with her after a thousand years.

She saw a delicately crafted pipa on the table in the corner of the room, with no patterns or other inlays on it, but the word Siyue was engraved on the right side of the pipa, and it could be seen that the person who made the pipa was very attentive.

She held the lute in her hand and suddenly smiled, her eyes filled with tears.

Maybe it's better to say goodbye to the past......

Say goodbye to the past, goodbye to the present......

Just think of it as ...... As a modern life, it was just a dream, and now it's time to wake up.

The hinge plucked the strings three or two times, and there was love before the tune, and a song "I wish people would last a long time" poured out.

When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace......

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

I wish people a long time, a thousand miles...... Gong Chanjuan.

The sound of the pipa spread far away, floating out of the garden, and when she heard that Lianshi was crying, the mother who hurriedly pulled the step over also stood still, and her husband stopped to listen to this pipa song.

The strings cover up the sound and thoughts, as if they are complaining about their lack of ambition. The low-brow letter continued, saying that there are infinite things in my heart.

This matter is difficult to complete, but I hope it will last for a long time, and it will be a thousand miles together......

"Now you're relieved?" Bu Qi asked the mother who half hugged her side.

The mother glanced at him and said with some sadness, "This child misses her Ah Weng?" ”

"I want to cry when I hear this song, and my heart is uncomfortable"

Bu Qi sighed, his expression became sad, how could he not be sad when his younger brother died? However, if you continue to dwell in the pain of the past, it is irresponsible to the living.

The past is still in my ears, "Big brother, I will ask you to take care of my wife and daughter after I go"

"Zichu, why do you have the will to die?"

"Come, come, come. Don't talk about this, dry this cup, there is wine today and drunk tomorrow......"

Bu Qi's eyes swept away the pain and held the mother's hand.

"Come back, it's not good to disturb the trainer again at such a late hour"

The window opposite Lianshi was opened, and the woman looked in the direction of Lianshi's room and didn't know what she was thinking, her eyes were sad.

There is a faint shadow of ripples on the window, and it can be seen that the girl is sitting at the table with the pipa in her arms, and the woman closes the window and lies on the bed, tears running down her face and dripping onto the pillow.

The night is still very long, and the moon is still so round.

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