Seeing that Yuwentai was angry again, Ran Ying didn't dare to offend him, so the boss reluctantly moved to the desk and slowly began to grind ink and copy the book.

After copying for a while, I felt that it was a little cold in the room, and when I looked up, the brazier was extinguished.

She muttered in her heart, the little maids in this Chinese New Year's Eve mansion don't know where to go crazy, and the master will freeze to death. Looking at it again, Yu Wentai was already half-crooked and asleep on the couch.

No wonder I didn't make a noise for a long time.

Ran Ying scratched her head, secretly happy in her heart, first went out to find the little maid to come over to change the brazier, and then asked them to take the futon in and cover it for him.

After doing this, she sat down beside him and watched him quietly.

He looks good when he sleeps, with a good forehead, a nice nose, and a good chin.

Ran Ying couldn't help but stretch out her finger and poke lightly in his face, but it felt so unreal. A few months ago, she was trying to avoid him, but now she ......

When she sees him and hears his voice, her heart beats faster. Sometimes when I think of him, inexplicably, my heart hurts and throbs. It was a painful pain—

She fell in love with him.

But what to do in the future? What will I do in the long life ahead?

"Ah Ran. Ah Ran. Liu Wu whispered to her at the door of the room.

"What's wrong?" She walked to the door.

Liu Wu looked at Yu Wentai, who was sleeping on the couch, and asked softly, "Is the prime minister asleep?" ”

"It's the same as a pig."

"We're all playing with shooting in the guest room over there, are you still coming?"

"Okay!" As soon as Ran Ying heard it, she didn't care whether she was a female admonition or not, so she found a maid to guard the door of the study, and ran away with Liu Wu without a beat.

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Ran Ying prepared some sacrifices and went to Ziqing's cemetery.

In Yu's tomb group, his tomb is very new and conspicuous. The brand-new tombstone bears his name in black. He slept in eternal darkness in silence.

Ran Ying placed the offerings, inserted incense, unscrewed the wine, and poured it on the ground in front of the tombstone.

The faint aroma of wine lingers under the nose.

Ran Ying remembered that early morning, the young man who tortured her with a broken soul. He was drunk and sick, but his heart was clearer than anyone else's.

The world is difficult, and everyone seems to find all kinds of excuses and ways to deceive and paralyze themselves in order to survive, so what to do seriously? Everyone has difficulties, but they always have to live. It's better to back down a little, weigh left and right, and get by.

Ran Ying is like this, Yuwentai is like this, everyone is like this.

And Ziqing is not, he lives seriously and paranoid in his love, living in the pain of losing love. He would rather foolishly degenerate and escape, rather die of heartache than deceive himself to whitewash his peaceful life in the eyes of outsiders.

The young man in white seemed to be standing in front of her again. He smiled at her, his eyes crooked, and his mouth called, "Ah Ying." ”

Ran Ying stretched out her hand, as if touching his soft clothes again. In the past, in the academy, he was always so meticulous to put the clothes on both sides neatly and tie the knots beautifully. He loves cleanliness very much, and always carefully wipes everything on his own, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and puts them neatly in place. He is proficient in music, especially fond of stroking the piano, and when his slender fingers fiddle between the strings, he will not be moved by the outside world, even if the outside world is roaring and tsunami.

How many sons of light wave families, relying on the shadow of their fathers and ancestors, do not learn and do nothing, and do nonsense. But Ziqing is clean and spotless, like a fairy descending to earth. He is so exquisite and decent, elegant, noble, quiet, a true son of a family, who does not know the sufferings of the world, and has no quarrel with this world.

Since Ji Kang generously played "Guangling San" at the execution ground, Guangling San has become a masterpiece. Ziqing has always admired Uncle Ji's solemn and solemn posture like a pine wind, high and chic posture, he checked the classics extensively, collected the music scores of "Guangling San" and rearranged them.

Finally, that night, he played this eternal swan song for her under the moon.

That night, the moon hung high like jade, and the moonlight was lonely. He is dressed in a white shirt and fluttering, graceful and handsome, and as calm as the breeze under the pine, as if Ji Kang is reincarnated.

That night, Ran Ying danced the sword with the sound of his piano, her posture was light and vigorous, and she was as graceful as a dragon.

Guangling San tells the story of Nie Zheng's assassination of the King of Han, the whole song is splendid, the spears are vertical and horizontal, the fierce place is high-pitched and tragic, and the lyricism is tactful and low, running through a generous and unyielding atmosphere. The sound of the piano is loud and loud, passionate and tragic, attracting a group of students who have fallen asleep to come out in clothes to watch the grand scene of the harmony of the piano and sword, and they are fascinated.

Mountains and rivers meet bosom friends. That night, their feelings for each other began to change from ignorant crushes.

Thinking of this, Ran Ying smiled. Entering the court as an official is not suitable for him, and working for the country is even more unsuitable for him. He will always be just the white-clothed boy who sits under the pear tree in the moonlight cage and plays "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix".

He is the most beautiful and true appearance of everything in the world that has been stripped of impurities.

"The phoenix is soaring, and the four seas are seeking the phoenix.

Helpless beauty, not on the east wall.

The piano will be used as a substitute for the language, and the conversation will be heartfelt.

When I see Xu Xi one day, I am hesitant. ”

Half-asleep and half-awake, Ziqing smiled at her and said, "Ah Ying, I want to enter the heavens and go to Mount Meru." ”

The old man's voice and smile were like in front of him, and Ran Ying lowered her head violently and buried her face in the palm of her hand. The piercing pain hit the sky completely, tearing her hard, and tears dripped down drop by drop.

She finally cried for him.

A cold wind blew, and the green smoke from the incense burner drifted in all directions.

A woman's lonely voice sounded behind her: "Dare to ask who this Langjun is?" ”

Ran Ying raised her head violently, wiped her face with her sleeve, and turned her head to look. It is Li Yangjun who is dressed in plain white. She wears a white dress and combs her hair in a single bun. The widow, who is still mourning, has no decoration on her body. Her face was pale, as if she was tormented by a serious illness, and she could no longer find the innocence in her eyes when she held Ziqing's hand on the Baqiao, nor did she have the joy after the wedding. Yu's high wall trapped her, cutting off all her joy and hope.

Ran Ying said in a panic: "Down here is Ziqing's former classmate, Lang Ying." ”

Li Yangjun listened, slowly squatted slightly and saluted.

Ran Ying noticed that her belly under the skirt was slightly bulging, as if she was pregnant. - She never knew that Ziqing had a posthumous son.

Li Yangjun said: "Lang Jun please forgive the surviving person for being rude, but he is pregnant, so it is inconvenient to salute." ”

"It's Ziqing's child......" Ran Ying was surprised and delighted. Unexpectedly, Ziqing left a child.

But seeing Li Yangjun's pale face, her heart fell silent again. She was only fifteen or sixteen years old, she was originally a widow, she could still go home and be remarried by her father, and her future life was full of infinite hope. But with this child, she really wants to guard this child, and she will be widowed in the mansion for a lifetime. Since then, she has been accompanied by only the silent and wordless boundless night, and a child who is growing up and drifting away.

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