The same Mid-Autumn Festival, some people are happy, some people are peaceful, some people don't care, some people are frustrated, and some people are painful.

Rejoice in the reunion after a long absence. Peace is always around the people who care.

The frustration is that this year is not as good as last year.

And the pain is that the person you love is no longer alive, the person who raised you dies with hatred, and the beloved children are far away from seeing each other. I no longer have the scenery of the past, and I am destined to end depressed.

Painful people...... It's Yinchu.

He was carrying a lamp, a very ordinary papier-mâché lantern. It is the most ordinary lamp oil, and it smells bad.

He was wearing his past clothes, which were actually good materials, and Kangxi didn't ask anyone to clean up these clothes.

But now even pulp washing is a problem, and he has lost too much weight.

The clothes were crumpled, but they still couldn't hold up, and there was a feeling of being pinched.

In just over a month, his hair turned gray.

Now I look like an old man.

He carried a lamp and walked around the house like a ghost. Now he can go as he pleases, but everywhere is dark.

His mansion is no longer the mansion where there was a lot of supplies and he himself has a lot of things.

His private treasury has been confiscated by Huang Ama, and there is nothing left.

Even if the things in the past were not taken away, they could not be used.

You have to save it for it and use it slowly.

In the backyard, even lamp oil and candles, which used to be things that were not things at all, are now used for calculations.

Except for the Gege's house, where can the other minions use it?

What about the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is no cook in the house, and it is difficult to eat, how can you talk about this?

The Ministry of Internal Affairs no longer sends them anything, and every few days, someone sends a truckload of things.

Also the most common, noodles, rice, oil. There is meat, too, but there is little.

No matter how much there is, there are potatoes, cabbage, pickles and other things that are not easy to spoil and are cheap.

But it was only the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, and their days were still very good, one of the best in the capital.

is a character, and the treatment is far better than the serious Fujin of other people.

Maybe this is what people say, there is a certain number of longevity in a person's life, and if it is used up in advance, it is destined to be bleak at night.

Yinchu carried the lamp and walked slowly, the night wind was obviously not cold, but he just felt chills.

He was dressed in a single coat and walked like that. People, the more times like this, the easier it is to think of the past.

I don't know what year it was in the Mid-Autumn Festival, he and Fujin were enjoying the flowers in the garden, and it was also at this time, and it was also such a night.

Fu Jin complained that he didn't know the warmth and cold, and put a cloak on him.

Now......

Yin Zhen looked at the dark garden, and walked in one foot deep and one foot shallow.

There are still remnants of flowers here, which are still blooming beautifully, but after just over a month, there are so many weeds in this garden that it is impossible to get their feet down.

Soon, there will be no flowers and grass here.

He looked at the pavilion, as if the scene of the past was still in front of him, but the woman who had cloned him and said that he did not know the warmth and coldness had already slept in the ground.

He really regretted it, he regretted not being at the beginning.

He learned about Fu Jin's last thing from an old woman in the backyard.

It turns out that since last year, Fujin's body has not been.

But what is he up to? Busy taking the heir......

Fu Jin supported his sick body, boiled, suffered, suffered, and was frightened...... It's finally over her more than 30 years of life.

She suffered.

Yin Fu sat on the cold stone bench.

He thought, this stool has always been so cold? It doesn't seem to be.

In the past, whenever I sat during this season, someone would put on a mat......

But now......

He didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

I don't know if Eniang and Fujin have seen it over there.

When they see him, will the two of them resent him?

E-Niang won't, E-Niang is a strong person......

But after he died, he couldn't even enter the concubine's tomb. This is Huang Ama refuses to admit her.

Call her alone, what about the lonely ghost?

gave birth to him once, and ended up like that, it's really unfilial to him.

Yin Zhen sat there, sat and sit, and couldn't sit still anymore.

A man suddenly got up and shrank in the corner of the pavilion, crying like a child.

But...... No matter how much he cries, no one will hear him, and there are fewer and fewer people in the house now.

At this time, no one came.

He doted on Fujin in his early years, and he was average to Gege, and at this time, no one had a heart-to-heart with him.

He was alone, crying and breathless, so he lay on the ground, and after some time, he finally stopped the suppressed crying. Slowly get up and sit down against the pillar.

It's no use crying......

It is useless to do anything.

Now he doesn't want anything, and he doesn't want the throne anymore.

He just wants his relatives to live, Eniang to live, Fujin to live, and Da Gege to come back. Several of the children returned.

Then, even if you want to be a bald brother for a lifetime. It doesn't matter if you don't have any interest in your life, just ask them to be there, and don't leave any of them.

But it can't be.

Now, even in his dreams, he can't have such a day.

This is probably the retribution of a man who rebelled against his father.

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He wiped away his tears, picked up the lamp, and continued to walk back.

He actually wants to die, who wants to live on such a day?

Hopeless days.

But no. He didn't dare.

If he died, what would happen to his children?

His Hongyu is only six years old, and his second brother is only three years old. What to do?

His few Gege, who were affected by him, would not be able to survive if he went to Mongolia, so why should he die now?

He had to live.

If Gege can't live, he will suffer, listen to them one by one, even if it is heartbroken every time, he will be broken.

This is his sin. Can't help it.

It is a pleasure to die, but what about those who died unjustly for him?

What he does, he has to suffer the consequences.

Perhaps, there are still decades, regret is useless, repentance is useless, he can only suffer these things.

Take your time, suffer slowly, and one day, God will punish him enough, and he will die.

Yinchu slowly walked back to the front yard, lay on the couch in his kimono, and didn't care about the soil on his body, only pulled the quilt up to cover himself.

Even if it was covered, it felt like an ice cave, but he felt safe this way.

Sleep, don't be sad when you fall asleep.

Maybe when you fall asleep, you can still dream about them.

He remembered a Tang poem he read when he was a child, he didn't think it was like it before, but now that he reads it, it's really appropriate.

There are many sentences, he doesn't remember anymore, only one sentence, he remembers most clearly: he gradually knows that the tense is thin when he gets old, and he wishes that the wine glass is deep when he is sad.

And the most ridiculous thing is that he doesn't even have the opportunity to drink to drown his sorrows, he doesn't even have wine anymore.

[I actually cried when I wrote, although it was his own problem.] 】