In fact, in his previous life, most of the memories his grandmother gave him were from childhood. Either when you were very young, or you were already in school. Even when I finally entered school in the country, I still have some memories of my grandmother.

But by that time, I had very few memories of my grandmother.

After that, my grandmother suddenly died. The more time passes, the more it is slowly forgotten.

She could never have imagined that everything was done by her grandmother. She thought that she had come to this other world because of God's favor, and that her second life was a great blessing.

Now that I know that my grandmother did everything, I feel very uncomfortable. It's all grandmothers.

Wen Qingwu slept on the bed, and the black inside the tent was black with no fingers to be seen. There is no difference between opening and closing your eyes. It's like being caught in a mess.

Fog and chaos merge and are swallowed up by darkness.

Through the heavy fog, Wen Qingwu seemed to see her grandmother's voice. Her grandmother and the grandmother next to her looked the same, kind and kind. The wrinkled face was always full of smiles.

The only difference from other old ladies is the way her grandmother dresses.

is obviously an old lady from a rich family, and she can spend her old age with fine clothes and food. She seemed to be wearing the taupe robe all the time, and the black cloth shoes were always on her feet. He had a cane in his hand. There was a hideous-looking beast carved on it.

She hunched slightly, either under his window or on the rocks in the backyard stream, and told him bizarre stories. 35xs

His father was strict, and when he didn't finish memorizing the strategy or doing the calculations, he starved his stomach. None of the maids and daughters in the family dared not disobey their father's rules.

So he was often hungry in the middle of the night.

It's my grandmother, who always brings him things secretly. Then he smiled and watched himself finish eating by the bedside of the veil and asked him, Jian'er, is it delicious?

When he's older, he always picks a girl for him. His father wanted him to gain a foothold in the court and do his best for state affairs. Only children's affairs are naturally the words of parents.

It's just that later the state affairs were troubled, and the family forgot about his wife. He himself had forgotten about it, so much so that when he saw his grandmother come to his study with a bunch of beautiful pictures and asked him to choose one.

He was ashamed and angry. Directly kicked out the grandmother.

Grandmother sighed quietly outside his door, "Persuade you to cherish your youth"

Thinking about it, Wen Qingwu laughed. The eye sockets were also wet. Grandmother was really nice to him.

For some reason, Wen Qingwu suddenly felt very bored.

It's boring to be human.

She rolled over and let out a long sigh.

Dead and alive, and finally dead. When you die, you will be tired of it, and you will be happy and sad, all of which will come to naught. The body was buried in a pinch of loess and melted into dirt.

Just like his body, who will remember it thousands of years from now? No one will remember. Didn't he know it himself? No one will know. Thousands of years later, the loneliness that no one knows about hit Wen Qingwu.

She couldn't help but sigh again, it's so boring to be a man.

Rolled over and lay flat on the bed. It's still a night that can't get darker.

This life belongs to my grandmother. It's not interesting to live.

Even for the sake of her grandmother, she has to live. Not only live, but also live well. There is also hard work, and life is interesting.

Live without stumbling.

Let her live in a staggering way, it is better to let her die.

Wen Qingwu let out a long sigh, then turned sideways and closed her eyes.

Since Ah Wu left Wen Qingwu's house that night, he hasn't seen her for a long time.

Early the next morning, after Wen Qingwu finished washing, he went to the Zichen Palace.

Emperor Joan of Arc hadn't gotten up in the hall yet, and when Wen Qingwu came, he happened to see him get up from the bed under the clothes of the maid next to him, still sleepy-eyed.

While yawning, he opened his hand and let the serving maid fiddle.

Wen Qingwu stepped forward and picked up the brazier next to him.

Emperor Joan of Arc heard the movement and turned his head to look at her. He turned his head leisurely, then looked at the bright yellow tent in front of him, and was stunned for a moment.

There was a dragon in the hall, and the whole room was burning. Even so, the inner sanctum was lit with braziers for warmth.

After Wen Qingwu fiddled with it, he put the copper cover. Then he walked to the side of Emperor Joan of Arc.

Pick up the waist pendant next to you.

"When exactly did Shunzhen and Si Qingru happen?" Emperor Joan of Arc asked, looking at the bright yellow tent in front of him.

Wen Qingwu's movements slowed down as he lifted his waist, then looked up at Emperor Joan of Arc, and said respectfully, "I don't know this specific slave either." ”

Wen Qingwu finished speaking, and then lowered his head.

"You don't know?" Emperor Joan of Arc squinted his eyes and looked at Wen Qingwu, "How can you not know?" ”

How did she know that? She's not someone else's roundworm.

"Then you said yesterday that the two of them were happy? You don't know what a ghost you're talking about? Emperor Joan of Arc turned his head and looked at Wen Qingwu.

"This," Wen Qingwu said, "The slave is just, it looked pretty good at the time." ”

Emperor Joan of Arc was noncommittal. A moment later, after the maid straightened out his clothes, he turned around and pulled Wen Qingwu's waist from her hand, and then stuffed it around his waist.

"Where do you look?" He asked, as if unintentionally.

Wen Qingwu pondered for a moment before he slowly spoke, "Doesn't the emperor think that the two are a good match?" She pondered.

In fact, if it was in the past, let her name a bunch of matches between Princess Changle and Si Qingru, and she could say a bunch of them without blinking.

But I saw Ah Wu after last night. Think about what Si Mu did to himself

One is that the heart is like a rock and cannot be turned, and the other is really unswerving to death.

If she asks her to talk about Si Mu and other women, she will be a little unable to open her mouth.

Even now, when she thinks of Si Mu's previous behavior towards her, she is no longer afraid. It's admiration.

There is also envy.

Who wouldn't want to have such a camaraderie?

It's just that she understands very well that this friendship is not for herself.

"Think?" Emperor Joan of Arc thought for a moment, "I can't see it anyway. He frowned as he spoke, "I also feel that this Si Mu doesn't seem to like Shunzhen very much. He hesitated, "He said it was his father's will." His father had a bad brain to leave him such a will. ”

As he spoke, Emperor Joan of Arc himself rolled his eyes. Then do it and look at the chair. The maid who combed her hair behind her came forward with a comb.

"The emperor should have thought too much." Wen Qingwu followed and stood aside and said.

"Really?" Emperor Joan of Arc was a little unsure. He himself is unpredictable. He can see a little bit of people's hearts in the next things, but this love thing.

It's hard to see what kind of heart he has.

Love or not love because he has never cared, so he can't tell.

It's true? Where did she dare to say anything definite.

Wen Qingwu was quiet for a while, "This love thing, like people drinking water, knows their own warmth and coldness. Others can't say it accurately. ”