He still lay down without makeup, and slept very peacefully.

Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes hung obediently, and the sunlight filtered in through the window, sprinkling on her eyelashes, glowing with a faint glow. The translucent complexion is like a dough pinched and carved from jade.

She lay there quietly, with a hint of a smile on her lips, and the tears in the corners of her eyes had long since dried up, with a clear white tear stain.

"No makeup, it's dawn." Shangguan Jingyu smiled, tears suddenly rolling down, "Su Yan, we said okay, you have to accompany me to see the orchids bloom." Didn't you say that I would call you at dawn? Look at the sky outside, it's all bright, you still can't get out of bed, you say you're a princess, how can you talk without talking? ”

Su Yan stood at the door, she knew that this was the last time to fetch water.

After today, you won't need it anymore.

Taking a deep breath, Su Yan walked out of the room calmly.

Shangguan Jingyu sat on the edge of the bed, holding his cold hands, no temperature, no pulse, no breathing, no heartbeat. Nothing is gone - people are gone!

It's true, it's gone.

"I stole a little lazy, but you were angry and stole a big lazy." Shangguan Jingyu wiped away his tears, "Why can't you change your wayward temper?" So willful, you can't wake up, do you know - how many people will feel sorry for you? ”

Su Yan came in with a basin of water, and her eyes were red, "Miss." ”

Shangguan Jingyu twisted the veil, carefully wiped his face for Su Yan, wiped his arms and hands, "Su Yan likes to eat, you let Mother Liu prepare some delicious food." ”

"Miss, people are gone, mourning." Su Yan wept.

"She could have lived a dashing life, she could have gone far. But he fell in love all his life by mistake, and he waited until he died. Waiting for a lifetime, waiting for the eternal trick of heaven and man. Shangguan Jingyu closed her eyes again, "I feel sorry for her and feel sorry for her." She was ruined by his own hands in this life! ”

Su Yan sobbed, "Miss, don't hurt yourself." The girl without makeup is willing to wait, but - the sky is not in time, no one can do anything! ”

Shangguan Jingyu clenched Su Yan's cold hand, "Su Yan, we are friends and sisters. What you say, I will keep in mind. What you give, I will also treat it as a life-like protection. You can go with peace of mind, don't go too fast when you get down, and see clearly with your eyes open. If he had a heart, he would have sought you. If he has no intention, you will have a good baby in your next life, and don't wait for others stupidly for a lifetime. Find someone who loves you and start over. ”

At the door, Liu's mother stood fixedly, staring motionlessly at the smiling plain face on the bed, and muttered to herself in a low voice, "I thought she was just asleep, I didn't dare to wake her up, I thought—I really thought she was just asleep." ”

"When the limit comes, no one can do anything." Qingmo sighed lightly, it was time to buy a coffin. Now that the war is raging, the business of the coffin shop is naturally excellent, but fortunately, he has quietly gone to say hello earlier.

The owner of the coffin shop promised to leave a good coffin.

Now, in the end, it is still used.

Artemisia City is a small place, there is no golden silk nanmu of such a big city as Dongdu, and some are cypress and teak. The best coffin is made of four boards, which fit together perfectly.

Until the day he was buried in the coffin without makeup, Dugu did not come back.

Lying in a coffin without makeup, wearing brand new clothes and a faint outfit. On his lips, always with a smile, always laughing. No one knows what she dreamed of at the moment she was dying, so that she would have such a beautiful and satisfied smile.

Maybe it has something to do with Dugu.

Or maybe she's back to being a kid.

In that period, she wanted to go back the most, but she couldn't go back to the ignorant years.

Qingmo nailed the coffin with a coffin and sealed the coffin.

Shangguan Jingyu watched without makeup disappear in front of him, one person, one life, just gone. The coffin was closed into the ground, and from then on, only her cold tombstone could be seen, and all that remained was memories, nothing else.

After his death, Shangguan Jingyu never shed a single tear. She loves to laugh, make trouble, eat, and play without makeup, but never cries. So Shangguan Jingyu doesn't cry, crying like that, he won't feel at ease when he walks without makeup.

It wasn't until the fifth day after the January period, that is, the day after he was buried without makeup, that Dugu came back.

There was blood all over his body, and he was covered in wounds.

No one knows what he did, and no one knows where he went during this time. He came back on horseback, and when he entered the door, he fell off his horse, unconscious.

Shangguan Jingyu didn't let him die, and let Qingmo and Su Yan save Dugu.

Qingmo said that Dugu was seriously injured, as if he had experienced a vicious battle. The meridians of his left arm are broken, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to make it stronger in the future. In other words, Dugu's left arm will be equivalent to being abolished in the future. Seeing that the arm is still there, it is actually useless at all.

"Where's no makeup?" Dugu opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Ji Xue.

Ji Xue had red eyes and ran out without saying a word.

In the courtyard sat Shangguan Jingyu, who looked calm, and said nothing.

Supporting his body full of scars, Dugu grabbed the sword on the table and rushed out, "Where did Su Yan go?" ”

"You're only thinking of her now, isn't it too late? She asked you to stay when you left. Where were you when she needed you? Now, what qualifications do you have to ask about her whereabouts? Shangguan Jingyu used scissors to trim the dead leaves in the orchid pot, "Where you came from, go back!" ”

"What about people!" Dugu is cold.

Qingmo stopped in front of him, "You are not my opponent. ”

Dugu gritted his teeth, "What about people?" Is it dead or alive? ”

Su Yan opened her mouth, and Ji Xue didn't know where to start, and they were silent with each other.

"No makeup—of course alive." Shangguan Jingyu still looked indifferent, with no anger or joy on her face, "But in this life, she will be worse than dead, relying on medicine to survive every day and night." ”

Su Yan frowned slightly, and she suddenly understood what Shangguan Jingyu meant.

The unwillingness, forbearance, and reluctance before dying are the most painful.

Dugu's body was shocked, "Where did she go?" ”

"The four seas are home, and wherever you go, it counts. Maybe find a corner to hide, and roll on the floor in the middle of the night alone, or - cry loudly, no one will know anyway. Shangguan Jingyu didn't look up, just concentrated on cleaning up his orchids, as if he knew where Su Yan was, but he didn't want to tell Dugu.

If you are angry, it seems to be an agreement.

"Her poison—can it be cured?" Dugu was stunned.

Shangguan Jingyu sneered, "I can't solve it, I can drag my life and endure it!" ”

Hearing this, Dugu dragged his body and walked out.

"Where are you going?" Ji Xue stood under the horse.

Dugu glanced at her, "Find." ”

The sound fell, and the man rode away.

"Miss, she has injuries on her body." Su Yan frowned.

Shangguan Jingyu's hand paused slightly, and finally cut off a dead leaf with a "click". His eyes were red, and tears poured out of his eyes silently and slipped to the ground.

She smiled bitterly and said in a low voice, "It's really unpleasant." ”

"He's going to look for Su Yan!" Ji Xue stood at the door, crying, looking at the back of Dugu who had gone away, "In my heart, I always believe that he has loved without makeup." It's just that he doesn't know how to express it, and he can't get past the obstacles in his heart. ”

"I don't care what he thinks in his heart, if he dies without makeup, he is dead. I don't care what he did for Su Yan, at least he regretted his death without makeup, and I can't forgive him. If he owes him no makeup, he will take half of his life to repay it. Shangguan Jingyu choked, his eyes cold.

No one spoke, and the wordless ending was the best relief for Su Yan. She pursued freedom and chic in this life, but was stumped by alone. Now, I finally let go.

In the next life, I think I will be free!

Perhaps, Dugu will travel all over the mountains and rivers of Dashuo to find the woman who will no longer exist at all. Without the fetters behind him, he will feel that there is a very important thing missing in his life, like being stabbed in the heart. Cold-blooded people, without blood, will eventually feel cold.

When she turned around, she was already noisy behind her.

When I tried to hold her hand, all that was left was the ethereal air and never-ending thoughts.

One day, he will find that without that woman, even if he takes revenge, he will not be happy, but will be more painful. Because the one with whom he could share his pain, will not come back, and he will not find her again.

It wasn't until years later that he searched all the places where she had been, and saw the lonely mound standing quietly among the orchids. It is engraved with the following words: The tomb of the beloved wife Xiao without makeup. The payment at the bottom is: The surviving person is lonely, and his best friend Shangguan Jingyu is personally engraved.

The date is the third day of the month of January.

He will suddenly wake up, it is not that he can't find it, but that he can't see it. It turned out that she had been buried in the ground for a long time, and all that was left for her was a cold tombstone.

After all, he will be heartbroken, and understand what kind of attachment she should have and what kind of pain and torture she should have endured when she chased him after him in those years. It's a pity that in the end, she died with regrets, and he regretted it for life.

It's just because he's late.

Even if she broke into the tiger's den in Longtan alone, she picked more than 100 people alone, and fought bloodily for several days to obtain a panacea. She wouldn't know anymore, and she didn't even have time to say sorry.

White coins flew all over the sky, and delicate small porcelain vases were buried in front of the tomb, because she no longer needed an antidote, no more pain or poison.

A pot of turbid wine and weeping meets, and how many things come from are paid in the north wind.

There is a lonely grave, a drunkard, who sighs desolate?

Life cannot be together, but death will not be separated.

How many grievances are in the past life, how heavy is life and death.

One thought becomes wrong, and ten thousand thoughts become dead.

The past is difficult to chase, only a pot of wine, and from then on, he will never wake up with Qing - drunk.