"So, who is this Zhuang Zhou? Why is the butterfly in his dream so beautiful? ”

"You don't even know Zhuang Zhou - well, anyway, it's a person with a very high vision, you think about it like this. Also, your mother is known as the butterfly of Zhuang Zhou, and there is another reason, because Li Yishan's poem has your mother's name. Meng Wu's tone when he said this was not brisk at all.

"My mother's name?" In fact, I really don't know what my mother's name is, I only know that there is a jade in it, just now Meng Wu seems to say, the first beauty Zhao Nuanyu, is it my mother's maiden name?

"Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring. There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking-Zhao Nuanyu. ”

It's the first time I've heard about my mother's old things from someone else's mouth, so mysterious, so magical, my mother is actually the first beauty in the imperial capital in the past, what kind of glorious past does she have, and why did she come here with her father?

For as long as I can remember, I rarely saw my father with my mother, and I remember very well a few nights when she was crying in the room, and my father kept holding her tightly and letting her beat and cry, and then my mother rarely smiled, always with a cold face, and often looked at us strangely, as if she didn't know us at all. They loved each other so much in my dream, why did they change later?

Is it because my father has another woman that my mother has become so cold? Or is it because my mother has become cold that my father has another woman?

Dad, you promised that your mother is the love of your life, and you want to give her all the best things in the world, how can you change your mind?

"Fifth uncle, what is the name of this poem you are talking about?" I asked, holding back the tears that were about to fall.

"Jinse."

"You read it to me again."

Meng Wujing took the jade bell, and slowly recited it again, Jin Se unprovoked fifty strings, one string and one column, Si Hua Nian. Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies......

"Then my mother is the first beauty in the imperial capital, what about my father? What kind of character is he, if he can marry the first beauty, my father must be very powerful, right? "I'm fascinated by the past.

"Your dad is a hero." Meng Wu said briefly.

"What kind of hero? Did he have any heroic deeds? Tell me about it! I asked.

Meng Wu was quiet and said softly, "Yanzi, can we not mention your father?" ”

My nose was sour, because I heard the choking in his voice, what kind of affection could it be, and what kind of affection would make one person so sad and bitter when he mentioned another?

"Fifth Uncle...... "I clasped my hands tightly, not knowing what to say.

Meng Wu didn't speak again, and I listened to his changes with all my senses, as if I also heard the sound of sorrow.

Meng Wu is also a temperamental person, not as heartless as he seems, he has appeared every year over the years, and he wants to come to see us.

The quiet inside of the house and the outside of the pouring rain form two contrasting worlds, and we sit in the room wordlessly, reminiscing about the people in our memory.

Soon, I fell asleep tiredly, I wanted to have a dream, I dreamed that my father and mother were still loving and sweet, and I dreamed that my mother was snuggled in my father's arms, saying the same vows in this life-

Why has it changed, is it because of my birth?

I did dream, it was very chaotic at the beginning, a lot of laughter, sometimes it was Daddy's face, sometimes it was someone else's face, Daddy's old friend Uncle Hei was still holding flowers and smiling, and the hearty Uncle Yan was laughing with his palms, what were they laughing at?

I looked in the direction of their laughter, and saw that the sun was shining in the yard full of flowers, and a woman as beautiful as a fairy butterfly was spinning her body and kicking the key, but she was not very smooth in kicking, and the key often almost fell to the ground, and it was all caught and thrown by Dad quickly, they were all laughing, Daddy's forehead was slightly covered with beads of sweat, and his eyes were full of light, and he was very happy.

The woman spun her body, sometimes laughing, sometimes looking at the keys that wanted to land, her long black hair and snow-white clothes were left behind, they were all fairy spirits, she was really beautiful, like a rising crescent moon, so beautiful that people wanted to put her in their hands and spin and dance, so beautiful that people couldn't bear to wake up from this dream, so beautiful that it was as Meng Wu said, it was heartbreaking-she was the first beauty in the imperial capital, Zhuang Zhou's butterfly.

Lala, lala, suddenly a heavy rain in the dream, the sun dissipated, the darkness poured, the wind blew up the delicate flowers in Uncle Hei's hands by the roots, turned into black withered butterflies and scattered, everywhere was black, Dad's smile froze, butterflies were like white paper faint ink, full of frost, and the size of Uncle Yan who laughed with his palms dissipated in the wind with the withered butterflies.

Dad picked up the white Yujian that fell to the ground and stretched out his hand to Zhuang Zhouzhidie, but she turned her back and left her back to us.

If you hadn't loved so madly, how could you have a liver and intestines that are difficult to endure?

Dad lowered his head and looked at the white feather key, which was suddenly covered in blood, and he closed his eyes in despair and turned his head away.

Dad, there is no mother, you still have me, why do you abandon us? Daddy, you wait for me-

I was so sad that I couldn't speak, and I cried and followed behind my father, Dad, where have you been in the past sixteen years, and what have you done? ——

By the time I waited, my father had disappeared, but I came to the foggy slope of Liucun, which was still cold and damp, with a terrifying smell.

I turned my head to look around and saw the golden lady's hut—

Don't- I don't want to see it, I'm afraid to see the ghosts floating inside-

"Squeak" -

My heart trembled, there are ghosts?! The ghost has opened the door!

But I soon heard the humming of the song, very brisk, and very bright, isn't the golden lady dead in the dream?

I bit my lip and looked in the direction of the room

The door of the golden lady was open, humming a soft tune, and combing her hair in the mirror, which was warm and soft, beautiful and elegant, flowing delicately along her comb.

"You're finally here." She suddenly put down her comb and smiled at her face in the mirror.

No one answered her, I looked around, no one around, could she see me?

Jin Niang stroked her combed sideburns and said, "Pretending to be deaf and dumb for so many years, I still can't bear it." ”

Still no one answered, Jin Niang stood up, walked to the window, leaned lightly against the window, combed her hair with her fingers, and looked at the thick and unmelted fog carelessly, she was not talking to me, but to the fog slope.

"I came but didn't speak, for so many years, I played the piano and you planted flowers, I thought we already had a heart." Jin Niang smiled softly.

I turned my head to look at the fog slope, and the dense mist suddenly twisted and slowly dispersed, and in the deep hollow, there was a sudden sound of slight footsteps—

Ghosts?! The ghosts of the foggy slope?!

My instinctive first instinct was to step back! After a few steps back, I stopped again - what am I afraid of? It's just my dream, I'm incorporeal here, I don't have to be afraid of anything at all—

I stopped, half-squinting, staring at the floating mist—

The fog dispersed a door-sized place, and suddenly there was a basket of brilliant and bright flowers, and there was a person standing on the side, the figure was very vague, only very slender and tall.

Is it a demon or a fairy?

Jin Niang straightened up, her smile deepened, although I often see her laughing, but I have never seen her smile so deeply, is the person Jin Niang is waiting for this person in the fog slope?

She half-narrowed her affectionate eyes, as if she wanted to see the face of the person in the fog, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for many years, but my demeanor has not diminished." Although the most beautiful of the six is Shangguan's eldest son, I have always felt that your face is delicate and chic, even more than half of the women in the world. If you were a woman, you would have demented half a man of life. ”

The man in the fog still didn't speak, he was quiet, not at all.

"Still won't talk to me? It doesn't matter, I'm not lonely now, I have to be a good show. Jin Niang's eyes suddenly became sharp, and she narrowed viciously.

"Doing too much is self-defeating." The man in the fog said slowly, his voice elegant and low, with a sense of arrogance.

"Hmph, the seeds of hatred were scattered by your own hands, and they have been allowed to take root for more than 20 years, and now it's too late to say anything." Jin Niang's smile turned into a sneer, she was very strange, as if she was possessed by an evil spirit.

"But when you joke when you are young, you are so narrow-minded, no wonder you are old and decrepit and still have nothing." The man in the fog said coldly.

"The humiliation of breaking my hair is like abolishing my cultivation, you just think it's a joke of a teenager - okay, then now, I just think it's boring after tea and dinner, and playing a game with the offspring." Jin Niang shook her long hair, and somehow made a sound of falling needles.

"Do you really think that a mere miasma can trap me?"

Jin Niang said: "I know I can't trap you, your Gongxi Flower has already broken through my fog poison, everyone is just asking for a place to live-" Speaking of this, her tone suddenly softened, and she sighed, "Twenty years, we have lived in the neighborhood for twenty years, and I can no longer blame you for the broken hair." ”

The man in the fog sneered: "I don't need your forgiveness. Like you said, I'm just asking for a quiet place here, thinking that you will concentrate on reforming your evil ways and returning to the right, the fourth brother is too merciful, I should have killed you a long time ago. ”

Jin Niang frowned, and the fierce anger on her face passed: "I don't need him to pretend to be benevolent, if he hadn't wrapped my long hair with a black iron rod back then, how could most of my black silk hair be cut off!" ”

Wuli said: "It's the Waist Spring Sword that cut off your hair, you don't have the ability to deal with Shangguan Bo, let alone the fourth brother, squatting here like a dog to attack a weak junior, it's really shameless." ”

Jin Niang sneered: "What qualifications do you have to say anything to me, you are not just a killer who hurts people in the future." ”

Suddenly, with a "boom", something shot out of the fog quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Jin Niang rubbed her fingers, and her fingers were faintly bleeding-

What is it?

Jin Niang turned her head to look at the window of the bedroom, the small hole in the corner of the window was whirring with wind, a new tooth leaf on the table, the fresh and soft new stem was actually nailed to the table like a nail, and the stem was stained with some red, could it be the blood on Jin Niang's fingers?

What kind of trick is this, a tooth leaf that can be pinched off with one finger can penetrate the window nail table, and it can also hurt people and bleed?