After Mina's incident, for a month, Yuxin stayed in the palace and stayed by my side under the pretext that the weather was too hot and she was unwell.

The bowl lotus in the yard is really beautiful, every morning, the first thing I wake up is to go to the water tank, count how many flower bones, how many double petals, and how many petals and leaves.

Yuxin stood at the edge of the porch, looking at me from afar, with a smile, and whenever I turned around, he would stand behind me.

Xu felt that this bowl of lotus was too lonely, so he sent someone to catch some small fish, golden and orange, all of which were koi cubs.

These days, perhaps because of a rain that night, the days are not so difficult anymore.

In the evening, when the sun goes down, the wind will pick up, and the wind will no longer be sultry, but cool and refreshing.

When the sun was about to go down, I would sit with Yuxin on the steps of the porch, not bothered by the servants, but just shoulder to shoulder, looking at the western sky.

Ten miles of red makeup, blood-colored clouds, covering half of the sky, the sun from small to large, unusually round, like an egg yolk, gradually hidden into the clouds.

In the process of the sun disappearing, the clouds will change color, from bright red to dark red, and finally turn gray, silently imprinted in the night that climbs up.

Sometimes, we will also see the moon together, and before the sun has set, it has quietly climbed up, with a layer of hazy clouds, as if it is hiding, and it is fooled that no one will see it.

I have always seen it with Yuxin, and it gradually came back from the crescent moon shape to a round shape that can be compared to the sun.

Such sunsets and moonlight, when I was very young, often sat outside the tent with my aunt and watched.

At that time, Ah Niang told me that the moon and the sun were originally a couple, but because there were too many misunderstandings and obstacles between the two people, only one of them could always appear in the sky.

Love each other but can't accompany each other, life after life, until death.

The sun is a dazzling existence, as long as he appears, the stars and everything will lose their color, and all he can see is his own light.

The moon, on the other hand, is a gentle and shy girl, who loves the sun far more than the sun.

Many times, she would go against the will of heaven and sneak out, look at the sun from afar, and silently accompany him.

Sometimes, when the sun rises in the early morning, she will block herself with clouds and silently watch her lover.

Sometimes, when the sun goes down in the evening, she will go to the sky very early and silently bid farewell to the sun.

She loves the sun so much, cautious and passionate, but the sun never knows that she has always been so silently with him.

This story is the first time I cried bitterly, at that time, I just felt that the moon was too pitiful, why can't the sun look at the moon?

Now, when I look at them again, I suddenly understand.

The sun is shining brightly, if you get too close to him, the moon will lose its color, and he is so far away from her, in fact, he also wants to protect her, right?

Those silent companions, the sun may know, but he doesn't know how to respond, right?

I would also tell Yuxin such a story, and I would also ask him for his opinion, but he would always laugh and say nothing, leaving me alone there to talk to myself.

I am very happy to have such a time, such a quiet day, without any pressure and no worries.

The sun rises and sets, the moon rises and the moon disappears, the stars are thousands, and the years are quiet.

If I continue to live like this, I can be happy, right?

Soon, the autumn harvest arrived, the court was busy, and Yuxin always had to get up early and follow him to the court, often disappearing all day and night.

In the courtyard, I was the only one left.

Sometimes, I would go to the Queen Mother, sit beside her, chat with her, look at her subtle expressions, listen to what she said, every sentence is leaky.

Sometimes, I would go to the back garden, find the paralyzing grass, make eye contact with the turtle crawling out of it, and occasionally meet someone who was willing to talk, and I could talk to them.

I know they have a king, the smartest of them all, who has loved a human for many years.

The human, a girl, was turned over by a bad boy when he was a tortoise, and when he couldn't get back, when he was in a hurry, the girl rescued him and straightened his body.

It was the best-looking human he had ever seen, with a pair of star-like eyes, and it was from that time that it began to cultivate, hoping to see her again one day.

Many years have passed, and it can finally become a human being, and it is at this time that he knows that the life span of human beings is very short, and for him, the years that have passed in a flash have already dried the girl in time.

The search was fruitless, so he returned to the place where he first met, planted this batch of paralytic grass, and established the group.

Many years ago, above this palace, there was a mountain forest, and the scenery was beautiful and picturesque.

At that time, the people who lived in this land could only pitch tents, wear animal fur, and use tools that were only angular stones.

That girl lives here, it has been waiting, waiting to meet her again, he always feels that his time can be infinitely long, and there will be nothing if he sees her again.

Tens of thousands of years of soul reunion, he can afford to wait.

It's really a poignant love story, and their elders, whom I have not seen, only recognize one of them, a little turtle, and every time they come, they will meet it.

Here, it says, he is the dumbest, and only I will encourage him and be willing to talk to him.

After a long time, he would also tell me very seriously, thinking that my eyes were very beautiful, just like the girl their elders said, if he could, he also wanted to use me as a motivation, work hard to cultivate, and wait to meet me again.

This is really a cute turtle, and under their silly appearance, there is a more simple heart.

Just for the sake of cultivation, he solemnly begged me to be the person in his heart.

I was amused by him for several days before I could explain it to him:

Waiting is a long and painful thing, you still can't see the cruelty behind time, or don't say you like it easily, let alone want to wait for me in thousands of years.

Because, if there will be me in 10 million years, I don't know, but if there is really another me, it will not be the current me.

Time torments the long life, and it also finds out the memory of the soul that has passed away.

Remember, you can, but don't take it too seriously.

A person who forgets everything will have a new beginning, and a new beginning will make him what he is, there is no answer, and there will be no answer.

It's good that we can live every day of letting go.