"I didn't think you would come."

Zhou Yu looked at Sima Xian's back, and inevitably smiled bitterly. Her figure was caged under the green shirt, and the imminent twilight sun brushed her thin shoulders, shattering and splitting with the shadow of Xiaoxiao. Compared with that year, Sima Xian has lost a lot of weight, which shows that she is not very happy after returning to her hometown.

What to say in the first sentence of the reunion, Zhou Yu pondered for a long time, but he still spoke like this.

He also wanted to see her again, but he never thought that he would be on such an occasion or at such a time.

"Do you think I won't come, or do you dare not let me come?" Sima Xian still had his back to Zhou Yu. He couldn't see her face, but he could hear a bit of sourness in the playful tone: "Miss Xiao Qiao is ...... now It's slim, right? Jiangdong Erqiao's fame, Jiayan also heard of it in Luoyang. Heroes with beauties are naturally a good story in the world. ”

"You know that taking a concubine is not what I want, so why are you aggressive. If you want, even at this moment, I will petition Bo Fu to marry you. Zhou Yu took a step forward and covered Sima Xianyin in his figure: "It's a pity that ......"

"It's a pity that there is no longer any possibility between us."

Sima Xian turned around, and the tip of his nose was only a few inches away from Zhou Yu's collar. The moment she raised her head, her palm almost pushed Zhou Yu away from her with all her strength, and the gaze cast at him was as cold as ice for a moment.

"I just responded to Bo Fu's invitation to come to the wedding banquet of the deceased, and I had no other intentions." Sima Xian's eyes narrowed, and the cold air condensed in his winter-like eyes. With a mocking smile hanging from the corner of her lips, she called him word by word: "Zhou Fujun." ”

“…… What do you call me? ”

Zhou Yu frowned. It was the first time he had seen in her eyes the wariness and alienation, even hostility, towards himself. Zhou Yu didn't know what he said or did wrong, but it was clear that the two of them had always had the same heart.

What's more, Sima Xian actually called him the prince of the house, but no longer Gongjin.

"Zhou Fujun." Her expression was indifferent, and there was a bit of a tiger and wolf between her sneering eyebrows: "You and I have ended our fate, so you don't need to mention the old things again." Now my relationship with you and Bo Fu is just an ordinary classmate. That's it, I hope you don't pretend to be sentimental anymore. ”

Zhou Yu stared into Sima Xian's eyes, trying his best to suppress the pain rising from the bottom of his heart, and also suppressed the almost instinctive impulse. The tearing pain seemed to have planted a rhizome in the atrium, gradually climbing up, pulling his calmness, and blooming layers of poisonous flowers in his heart.

Why?

"Sima Xian, you ......"

Hearing him call himself by name, Sima Xian's face seemed to suddenly pass with a hint of relief that was difficult to capture. However, in just a moment, she regained her previous coldness and ruthlessness.

Sima Xian stepped forward and stretched out his fingertips to poke Zhou Yu's heart: "Does it hurt?" I don't allow it. How can the Central Protector Army be so fragile? Remember, there are still many pairs of eyes behind you. ”

Just one sentence, like the tip of a needle piercing into the fingertips, is terrifying, and in an instant, it is enlightened.

- There are many pairs of eyes.

- behind you.

Zhou Yu suddenly understood. He grabbed Sima Xian's wrist and pulled her closer to him, and his small face suddenly shrouded in his broad figure. Zhou Yu's eyebrows furrowed, and his inquiring gaze was hidden in the coercion that floated on the surface.

Sima Xian closed his eyes slightly, as a positive reply.

Behind Zhou Yu, in the dark and silent corner not far away, someone was hiding on the side and peeping for a long time. The visitor seemed to have no experience, and when he leaned on the white wall to eavesdrop, he actually missed two inches of his clothes.

Zhou Yu comprehended, pretended to be annoyed and threw Sima Xian away, then turned around with his sleeves, and his eyes swept to the figure that left in a hurry.

"In this case, I would like to invite Miss Sima to play a song on the piano at the wedding banquet to honor the deceased." He said it aloud, but it was clear that he was deliberately saying it to the person who fled in a hurry.

Sima Xian took half a step forward slightly, keeping a distance not close to Zhou Yu's back. This broad spine could not be touched again after she was seventeen years old. He toasted in the center of the crowd, dressed in red and hunting, as dazzling and bright as the rising sun. Sima Xian likes Zhou Yu to wear red the most, but now that he is indeed wearing a wedding dress, this upright and magnificent red makes people's eyes hurt.

"Gongjin, don't look back, just walk back like this, and walk back to the banquet where everyone is full of interest."

Zhou Yu quietly bit his lip. He wanted to turn around and hold her in his arms, as if he had hugged a girl who had just recovered from a serious illness on the edge of the bed that year. She had been thinking about her for seven years, and now she was standing behind her, speaking to him in a somewhat hoarse voice. Zhou Yu wanted to hold her hand as before, and the two of them walked slowly towards the sunset, and the graceful and complex flowers bloomed with the pace. She looked down at the flowers, and he looked at her.

But Zhou Yu knew he couldn't.

The only thing he could do was to walk with Sima Xian on the way back to the wedding banquet. They spoke with indifferent expressions, their voices softer than their footsteps.

"It was Zhongmou who was lying by the wall just now." Sima Xian put his hands on his waist and walked behind Zhou Yu in a dignified manner, "He was still a child when I left, and now he is so tall." ”

"Xu followed Bo Fu quietly, I didn't see it clearly." Zhou Yu's pace was calm and slow, and his tone was ancient: "Fortunately, you found out in time, if you and I are really peeped at by others when we have a heart-to-heart relationship, I am afraid that there will be endless troubles." ”

"I don't even have time to catch up on the past." Sima Xian sighed softly, and smiled as if relaxed: "However, it is also excellent to see you again." ”

"Really? I wish you hadn't come, and you wouldn't have seen me in such a mess. Zhou Yu's voice also smiled, but the corners of his lips did not rise in the slightest.

This road is not short, but it is not long. But they all slowed down as much as they could, hoping only to say one more word to each other, even if any word came out of their lips and teeth.

Walking to the side of the table, Sima Xian raised his eyes, and his indifferent eyes swept lightly around. Sun Ce sat in the middle of his family, and the moment his eyes met her, he avoided it, pretended to add a bowl of wine for himself, closed his eyes and drank it all. She looked at Sun Ce's side again, and a young man was sitting on his knees, looking at her with some restraint.

Sima Xian curled his eyes and smiled at him. The smile was flat, without any kindness or even a hint of evil. She just smiled politely, and then looked at the boy's gaze instinctively dodging, and smiled even more brightly.

Sun Ce's younger brother, Sun Quan, also realized what he had exposed at this time. I understand what a mistake it is to subconsciously avoid looking at the right people.

This woman, he remembers.

Although the memories of those years are still too vague for Sun Quan. He only remembered that when he was a child, his brother would always bring the two of them to his house. One is naturally Zhou Gongjin, who treats him as a brother, and the other is she who was still a girl at the time. Every time the girl came over, she would bring him a osmanthus cake made by herself, and the taste of the pastry was mellow and simple, and it was the best thing he had ever tasted. Even so, I can't see a few faces, and after another seven years, the silhouette of the girl has long melted into the twilight of the years.

Sun Quan no longer remembered Sima Xian's appearance. However, when she stood up from the table and walked to the secluded place with her brother and Zhou Yu, Sun Quan suddenly overlapped her figure with the outline in his memory.

Now she is smiling to herself, her smile is gilded with the golden brilliance of Rouman, but there is some indescribable gloom.

Sun Ce drank a little too much. He wrapped his arms around Sun Quan's neck, and still carried a wine jug in his hand, and his breath was full of dizzying wine. He saw Sima Xian sitting down by the piano platform, and the servant brought Zhou Yu's beloved green Qiqin and placed it in front of her. With the flicking of her ten fingers, the wind under her hands spread violently to the entire Jiangdong like fragrant grass.

"Zhong Mou, look, she-" Sun Ce raised his hand carrying the wine jug, and the round bottom of the jug was facing Sima Xian's slightly lowered face: "It's an extremely terrible woman." ”

Sun Quan didn't answer, just waited silently for his brother to continue. The sound of the piano in my ears is like grinding, and I am playing the music of the wedding ceremony.

"Soft on others and cruel to oneself, obviously with more brutal means but being kind to others all day long, how can there be such a woman in the world? Those eyes are like mirrors, reflecting the darkness in your heart, and you have nowhere to hide. ”

"It's just your brother and me, and Gongjin can be friends with her. As for you, stay away from this wolf and beware of her biting you. ”

Sun Ce said that Sima Xian was a wolf, and said that she was kind to others, but Sun Quan was a little confused. He looked at his brother, Shicai's upside-down drunkenness seemed to be pretended, and Sun Ce's eyes were like torches at this moment, only staring at Sima Xian who was playing the piano. Zhou Yu sat not far from her, chatting with the guests with a calm demeanor. Talking and laughing, there was no figure of her in his eyes.

"It's my fault."

Sun Ce raised his hand and drank all the wine in the pot.

He didn't know that Sima Xian had traveled thousands of miles just to come here to perform a play.

She and her piano sound are proof of broken love in the eyes of others. Since then, all rumors about Zhou Yu's thoughts on others have been self-defeating. Some people say that Zhou Yu has made a break with the old relationship, and some people say that they are just classmates and have never loved each other.

The green piano plays a music about the wedding ceremony, and the sound of the piano is murmuring, like rushing water. Every time Sima Xian raised his finger, a small wound was cut open in his heart. Blood dripped to the ground, resounding into an elegant piano sound.

She came this time to play the last piano for her Zhou Lang. This music will pave his way and make it easy for him to go.

The feast will be dispersed, and it will be time for the bridegroom to enter the marriage room. Sima Xian stared at Zhou Yu's back tightly, seeing that he hesitated for a moment, the folds of his back collar twisted slightly, as if he wanted to look back at her.

Gongjin, don't look back.

She said to herself.

Just go and go where everyone wants you to be.

In the end, he didn't look back. The red robe disappeared from the field of vision, disappearing into the mottled door. It was only at this time that Sima Xian finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had removed the shackles from his body. In the laughter of the guests, she leaned against the wall and walked slowly towards the post house where she was staying.

At nightfall, the street lights are a little deserted, except for a waiting candle in the room of the inn. At this moment, it's time for the lights in Zhou Lang's room to go out, right? She couldn't help but think like this. All his good days, since he was seventeen, no longer related to her.

Obviously, all this was expected, it was obvious that he was the first to leave, and he was still calm in front of everyone before.

But when everything fell silent, my heart hurt so much. The pain was like a backsurge of qi and blood, and the hot liquid was pounding in my heart.

She opened the door, and Sima Lang, who was sitting at the table, looked up.

"Coming back?" He hurriedly rolled up the bamboo slips that he had brought to the post house, and got up to greet his sister.

On this trip, Sima Lang was on official business, but because he was not worried about his sister, he finally asked Cao Cao, who was his superior, to take leave to accompany Sima Xian to Jiangdong. Cao Cao even sighed with emotion, it was a blessing for his sister to be like this. Sima Lang smiled bitterly and shook his head, if he hadn't insisted on stopping him back then, how could his sister have taken this trip.

But he has no regrets. So it was then, and it is the same today.

"It's windy and dewy at night, and I'll rest early when I'm back, and it's time for me to go back to my room." Sima Lang picked up the outer string as usual and draped it on his shoulders for Sima Xian with his own hands.

She always doesn't remember to bring warm clothes when she goes out, but her body is cold, and she should be extra careful after nightfall. Over the years, it has always been him, the eldest brother, who has added clothes to her, and Sima Lang is used to it. If Sima Xian really knows how to bring clothes to wear, he feels abnormal.

Sima Xian lowered his head and shrouded his expression in the shadows cast by the lights. Just as Sima Lang wanted to tie the outer straps for her, she suddenly grabbed his hand. Sima Lang was shocked, and the movements in his hands immediately stopped. Then I saw her clasping her hands tightly, and there was a clear warm liquid dripping like a pearl, and crystal flowers bloomed on the back of her hand.

"Big brother...... Don't go yet, will you stay with me for a while? Sima Xian bit his lip, his voice trembling a little.

Sima Lang was slightly stunned in his heart, and raised his hand to hold her low-hanging face. Sima Xian looked at him with a pair of teary eyes, and the shiny jade beads continued to roll outward from them, and his cheeks were flushed with several mottled tear stains under his eyes. At this wedding banquet, she never let Sima Lang go with her, so he naturally didn't know what was going on. It's just that he understands that the pair of picturesque faces under the shadow of the candle, and the congratulatory voices of the guests and friends will definitely pierce her heart.

"It's alright, Xian'er. Cry out, just cry out. Sima Lang closed his eyes in distress, and almost instinctively held Sima Xian tightly in his arms. It doesn't matter if he ignores etiquette, Sima Lang just wants his sister to be better off at the moment. He felt her chest rise and fall violently, tears dripping down her shoulders soaking her shirt. Through the thick hair that fell down, Sima Lang raised his hand to caress her thin back. Just like when she persuaded the little girl to fall asleep, the warm palm of her hand is now trying to soothe the pain in her heart.

"It's okay, so it's all right." He whispered, but his heart ached with her cry.

All her pain at the moment came from his selfishness back then.

Even now, Sima Xian regards Sima Lang as his brother. She had never done anything to hurt him, but he had stirred up the scarlet storm in her heart again and again.

The sentence of sorry that was not said back then is now like a fish in the throat. Sima Lang gritted his teeth and hugged her tightly in pain. Dayu slipped off his shoulders, and his shoulders under the green shirt trembled violently. The heart-rending cry of his sister was in his ears, reminding him that when he reprimanded her, she also cried so sadly and sadly.

It's just that then, her beloved teenager will break into the door desperately.

But now, he is wearing a red wedding dress, cutting candles and talking with others in the new house, and spending a good night together.