When he returned to the mansion, the sky was just dark, Chu Yunyao stood at the gate of the courtyard of the Moon Pavilion, looking at the two lotus lanterns burning on the eaves, and his mind was full of Bao'er's smile.

She remembered that Bao'er climbed the wooden ladder, hung the lotus lantern on the eaves with difficulty, and turned her head and smiled brightly at her: "Miss, you moved to the Star Storage Tower, and your grandfather was busy outside and couldn't come back, so you came to Mochiyue Pavilion to live with Bao'er."

When you see the lotus lantern at the gate of this courtyard, you know that Bao'er will always be waiting for you in this courtyard. ”

Chu Yunyao stared at the two lotus lanterns fixedly, and suddenly his eyes turned red.

She won't move to Chuxing Tower, she will always stay in Mochizuki Pavilion and live with Bao'er forever, okay?

Walking into the courtyard gate, there are all kinds of handmade wind chimes hanging on the corridor, and the wind blows, occasionally making a crisp and pleasant sound, just like Bao'er's heartless sweet smile.

At the door of the bedroom and on the windowsill, there are potted plants carefully cultivated by Bao'er.

She only remembered it now, because one day she accidentally said that this potted plant looked so beautiful in front of the door and behind the house.

Since then, there have been no bonsai of all kinds in this yard.

Flowers of all colors, trees of all colors.

Before she brought Bao'er back, Mochizuki Pavilion was desolate and simple, like an abandoned courtyard, without the slightest smell of being inhabited.

After she brought Bao'er back, the Moon Pavilion was full of flowers, the lights were dim, and the fireworks were full.

She doesn't like to decorate the room, she doesn't like tidying up, she doesn't like needlework.

Everything she doesn't like, Boa likes, maybe Boa doesn't like either, but she doesn't want to do it, so Boa does everything she doesn't like for her.

Chu Yunyao sat on the edge of the bed in a daze.

The empty room seemed to be full of Bao'er's figure.

Bao'er sat by the window and embroidered purses for her and made intimate clothes.

Bao'er was at the desk grinding ink for her, counting how many silver taels she had left in her name.

Bao'er got up in the middle of the night, ignored the bitter winter cold, added silver charcoal to her bedroom, and re-covered the kicked bedding for her.

In the summer, seeing that she was sleeping too soundly and sweating profusely, Bao'er sat on the edge of the bed and silently shook the fan for her.

Chu Yunyao's ears were buzzing, as if all of them were what Bao'er had said to her.

......

The more I thought about it, the more painful my heart became, and all I could think of was Bao'er's meticulous kindness to her, which was like a poison that pierced the intestines, penetrated deep into the bone marrow, carved into the heart, and distorted her remorseful and guilty heart beyond recognition.

She lives in guilt and self-blame for Bao'er, and she can't extricate herself.

If she knew from the beginning that Bo'er liked Yun Che.

If she cares more about Bao'er's heart, asks Bao'er a few more times, and asks Bao'er about the secret buried in her heart, she will definitely find a way to break Bao'er's thoughts about Yun Che.

Don't let Bao'er stay by her side without regrets, and guard a person who is already nothing.

Duan Changyu is such a good man.

An Haoyu is such a good man.

All of them are people who can really give Bao'er warmth, and if you wring out any one, it is thousands of times better than Yun Che who is like the moon in the mirror.

If she had gone out to find Wen Tingyun that night, put Bao'er in the mansion, and refused Bao'er to follow her, Bao'er would not have ended up like this.

It's all her fault!

It's all her fault!

It was because she didn't think it through, because she didn't take precautions, because she didn't have the ability to be too wasteful, so Bao'er could only sleep in the cold amethyst coffin......

These obsessions were like thorns watered with venom, taking root in the depths of her flesh and blood, and she sank into them, as if she was in the mud, and the more she struggled, the deeper she sank......