Chapter 5

The moonlight was as indifferent as water, and occasionally the breeze came, and the dark green blades of grass and the night were connected, and Weishui seemed to have heard the exciting news, shaking the stars and scales. A few days ago, the originally lively Weishui River also dissipated into the dark curtain of Qinchuan with the sunset of Xishan. If you get closer, you may be able to see a white figure lying in the warm current.

Yueban stood by the river, looking at the shadows in the water, and a miserable white smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth, "Who are you?" ”

The shadows in the water flickered, as if mocking: "Don't you know who I am?" Have you forgotten about yourself? ”

Yueban suddenly squatted down, grabbed a handful of gravel by the river and threw it towards the figure, muttering as she threw it: "You are not me, I am not you, who am I......"

If you look closely, you can see that the figures in the air look exactly like the moon and a half, but the shadows are missing a touch of cinnabar on their foreheads.

The shadow looked behind Yueban, sarcastically, "Without me, are you happy?" ”

Yueban didn't know why, she was a little afraid of the shadow, she wanted to leave, but her legs were like being filled with lead, and she couldn't take half a step back.

The shadow suddenly stepped forward, her lips hooked slightly, and the corners of her eyes rolled, "Do you want to get back the past you left behind?" ”

Yueban's eyes flashed with confusion, and she opened her mouth, "I ......"

The shadow retreated to the place where she had just appeared, and smiled softly, "I'm leaving, with your hatred, your resentment, and your love." ”

After speaking, he waved his hand towards Yueban.

Yueban looked at the fainter and fainter shadows, and rushed towards her like crazy.

Her instincts told her that it was her past.

The warm current overflowed the knees of the moon and a half, gradually reached the waist, and covered the chest.

"Li Yueban!"

Yue Ban turned his head, looking at Song Qi, whose long hair was tied up high several times, seemed to be stuck to his face, and he looked so good today, and his originally combed cold eyebrows were lined with a little warmth under the red clothes.

Yueban smiled at Song Qi, then turned around, and then chased after the shadow that was about to disperse in the distance.

Except for herself, probably no one knew that there was a computer in her eyes.

Only in the next moment, it fell crookedly in the Weishui River. Disappeared in an instant.

Song Qi dragged Yueban, put her on the shore, took off her coat and covered Yueban's body. The slender hands of the bones pressed the chest of the moon and a half one by one.

Yue Ban coughed uncomfortably a few times, and spit out the salty salt that was choking on his chest. The beautiful peach blossom eyes looked at the starry night, a little hollow, and the tear hammer fell on the stones by the river.

She felt as if she had become a bad woman at this moment, a selfish, unscrupulous bad woman for herself, no, the moment she woke up from the coffin, those memories that she had hidden in the deepest part of her heart were like an unstoppable flood beast hitting the brain of the moon and a half.

Everyone said that her father was in love with her mother, and she only married one lady in her life, but only she and her mother knew: her father would hide his face in the study every night with a portrait of another woman. ”

She still remembers asking her aunt when she was very young.

"A-Niang, who is the woman in the painting?" Xiao Yueban stood outside the door of her father's study, looking inside through the crack in the door.

"It's an old man." Li Qingwan pulled her daughter away, stepped out of the courtyard, and sighed.

Then he held his daughter in his arms, and told Yue Ban to listen to it, as if he was talking to himself. "Half a month, people, don't live too soberly, only if you deceive yourself, can you deceive others."

Everyone also said that her aunt is the most good-natured, her husband is good, and she has a gentle and considerate husband, so she can cherish it.

Whenever at this time, her A-Niang smiled lightly, and outsiders only said that A-Niang was shy, probably no one had really seen the woman who maintained a dignified posture all the time, and occasionally a trace of loneliness flashed in her eyes, and she disappeared in an instant.

Only she knows that her aunt washes her face with tears every night. In the morning, she became a gentle, virtuous, and glamorous Mrs. Li.

The actor is a happy wife who maintains this seemingly beautiful but fragile family.

A month and a half sometimes look down on this distressing and even cowardly woman.

But in the end, she didn't follow her mother's old path, pitiful and ridiculous.

……

The figures are gradually coming, and the cold and dim Weishui River is a little more dim and popular.

Zhao Sisi anxiously followed behind Zhao Simao, who was also full of worry, and not far from the side, Shen Qiuchi, who was wearing a dark green brocade robe and holding a torch.

Behind stood Zhang Ling'er, dressed in red, and the people who gathered in a circle.

Zhang Ling'er took a step forward, and her voice flowed before she burst into tears, "If my sister doesn't like my brother to marry me, why bother like this, I can ...... I can ......."

Halfway through the words, he was interrupted by Zhao Siqi, who picked up Song Qi, who was lying on the riverbank, with hatred in his eyes, and punched Song Qi on the left side of his face.

Song Qi was still detached, like a master who had stayed out of his body, calmly watching this farce.

Zhang Linger stepped forward to block in front of Song Qi. A pair of teary eyes glared at Zhao Sifang, and the person who had always been gentle was also a little anxious: "What are you crazy about!" ”

Zhao Sifang was a little disdainful, stared at Song Qi through Zhang Ling'er, and said, "Song Qi, you are a bastard, you are still not a fucking man!" There's a kind of coming, let's compare! ”

Zhao Sisi helped Yue Ban up, Yue Ban looked at the farce in front of him, a little funny, because she started, it should end with her: "Zhao Si is crazy, you can't go." You don't leave us ......"

Song Qi wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, pushed away Zhang Ling'er who was in front of him, picked up the moon and a half who were talking, and walked forward without saying a word.

Zhang Ling'er lowered her head, gently wiped away her tears, twitched the corners of her mouth, hooked a smile that was more ugly than crying, and stared at Song Qi who was holding the moon and a half.

Yue Ban was slightly stunned, and then stroked Song Qi's chest, her tears were warm, she never knew that she could cry so much.

whispered: "Song Qi, I really like you." ”

Song Qi was silent, and the steps that had been moving forward also paused, and then it was as if nothing had happened, as if it was an illusion of a month and a half. Then he walked forward.

"I know."

In the middle of the month, he suddenly smiled, reflecting the Yingying River farther and farther behind him, and the silent people behind him, the red peach blossom eyes bent into a crescent moon, shiny, and smiled extraordinarily sweetly: "But sooner or later, the stolen things will have to be returned." ”

Song Qi was silent.

Moon and a half seemed to think about something again, "I remember." ”

Song Qi just looked at Yue Ban quietly: "I know." ”

She seemed to understand her aunt at this moment. It's not cowardice, it's reluctance.

Those unfinished and brave words, once broken, are the way to leave.