Boiling water with mountain flowers to drink is what I learned from my aunt.

A-Niang said that the mountain flowers are delicate and sweet, and when you boil water to drink, it will make the water sweet.

These words, in fact, are all coaxing.

I know that this is a medicinal herb, when I was a child, I always had a sore throat, and drinking it can make my throat feel better.

I also saw it by accident, and picked it with my hand, which was originally only boiled for myself to drink, and the can along the way was poured by himself.

Mountain flower tea is still sweet and delicious, but when you drink it, you always feel that something is missing.

The taste in memory can't come back after all.

And I, who have left that time, too far away, too far away to touch, far away from the past and present lives.

"Are you homesick?"

Holding the clay pot all the way, I took a small sip gently, and I smacked my mouth and tasted the taste of the tea.

"Perhaps!"

I'm a little at a loss, home, for me, it's already an indefinable word.

Speaking of the past life, it is out of reach, and telling the present life is incomplete.

The loneliness of being born in the royal family is more torturous than growing up in the mountains, not enough to eat and wear, and even not to live as well as a pet dog.

That's how I've spent all my years in the capital.

If you really ask me if I'll miss it, I'll definitely say, I don't.

I really don't want to miss it.

No feelings, no memories, nothing but disappointment, still disappointment.

In this life, since I was sensible, my life has come to the end of despair, and I can't see the meaning of life.

If I hadn't been afraid of death, I would have ended myself a long time ago.

"You're in the palace, how are you doing?"

Ask me all the way.

"It's okay!"

I don't die of hunger, but I'm dying of hunger, and I can't wear warm clothes, so I will always go to the firewood room of the imperial dining room to keep warm, steal some soft straw, and stuff it into my clothes.

"Then what do you think is better than here?"

Summoning up the courage to ask me along the way.

"What's the analogy with this?"

I smiled and pretended to be calm, because I knew that the days here and his care for me were really better than in the palace, I don't know how many times.

The so-called affinity, the object of the proposal, is a bad old man in his fifties, obese, blind in one eye, arms and legs, all scars, and horrible blood lines on his face.

Such a person, such a wishful husband, just gave me such a most unfavored princess.

My queen mother did not dare to refuse to fight in front of my father, and when I said goodbye and left, she told me that I could be by this king's side, and that I would be able to serve him well and receive some gifts, so that she could improve her life.

I'm just a being she uses to curry favor with the monarch and gain gifts.

By her side, even if there is good food and good use, it will not be close to me, even if I am her only daughter.

If there is no memory of my previous life, I will definitely cry and break my liver and intestines, but I remember that in the past, I was a person who didn't want to care, just wanted to calm things down, and be a small transparent existence, which has only been a dispensable existence for more than ten years.

Originally, I also thought that when I was close to the frontier, I would sneak away and escape from the responsibilities brought by this identity, but I didn't expect that I would be robbed all the way.

Whether this result is good or bad, whether it is a blessing or a curse, I can't say clearly.

"It's nothing to compare!"

He was silent for a while, nodded and smiled, swallowed all the soup in the crockpot, and got up to leave.

In the months that followed, until the beginning of summer, we didn't say a few words.

He always goes out early and returns late, and he is busy without a figure, and he doesn't know what he is busy with.

Moving from halfway up the mountain to the valley, my range of activities has expanded a lot, and because of his departure and indulgence, I began to wander around the valley.

On the other side of the stream, when the mountains were full of flowers, I went to see it.

The scenery is as bright as clouds from afar, but it is not very beautiful when it is close. The tall, short, fat and thin branches of different shapes, as well as the crooked and twisted flowers of different shapes, it is really better to sit on the bench in the yard, hold your cheeks, and imagine it from afar.

The days are too calm and peaceful, either catching fish and fighting crickets, or luring birds to dig ant nests, I really want to raise some small animals, but the little cubs brought back all the way are too lively and active, and they can't live at all.

All the way back, one after another, sometimes with porcelain, these things were ugly at first, but by the time of the summer, they all became beautiful boutiques.

Throughout the summer, he brought back a lot of cloth, jewelry, rouge gouache, and some knick-knacks to make me happy.

It was as if he had emptied everything in the market, and several times I was tempted to ask him if he had gone to the market.

But every time, I held back.

I still don't say hello, I'm afraid that if I ask, I can't help but want to leave here and never come back.

Summer in the mountains and forests is not always cool and comfortable, after the sun rises, the heat begins to steam, the leaves of the grass and trees, are drooping their heads, only the insects and cicadas are constantly chirping.

If the house still can't relieve the heat, it will turn back to the appearance of a wolf, hide in the water, and let the flowing stream take away the heat from the body.

These days, I don't go into the kitchen all the way, and I always pick a lot of fruit when the night is cool, or when the sun is not yet hot.

I didn't like to eat the fruits, so I washed them, made them into wine, stuffed them in jars, and for three meals a day, I went to find some grass seeds and wild food that I could cook and eat.

It's just that the appetite in summer is not very good, and if you do too much, you can't eat it all by yourself, and you can't do it after a long time, so you can only eat it all the way.

He always said that if I ate like this, I would get more and more itchy and thinner, but if I really think about it, he is the one who gets thinner and thinner the more I eat.

Occasionally, I would catch some fish and stew it for him to drink, the very bland kind, with a sour fruit juice, and I tried many times before I could make a good taste.

Very picky all the way, on the food.

I had never noticed before that he was so picky about his food, too salty to eat, too bland, not to taste, too hard to bite, too soft to eat.

In short, nine times out of ten, I cooked food, and it was not his favorite food.

When he became a wolf, he was very coquettish, staring at me with a pair of innocent eyes, lying on his stomach or sitting on the side, looking at me silently.

Every time, my temper was also polished clean by him.

Wolves begin to shed their hair after the weather warms up, especially in summer, and they love to become wolves all the way, and the hair that falls off their bodies is enough to make a piece of clothing.

He always liked to run around the house, so much so that I spent a long time every day tidying up the house.

He didn't like to listen to it, so I simply didn't say it.

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