Mu Lan returned to the room and sat silently in front of the window, carrying a thousand weights on her chest.

Closing her eyes, the memories of the past were like flowing ink paintings, silently in front of her, and the second brother spread out and quietly faded.

On the plain white rice paper, a young and beautiful woman is sketched out one by one.

Sitting alone in the boudoir, bowing his head and smiling, threading a needle and thread to embroider a splendid purse.

As soon as the style of painting changed, the ink marks slowly dissolved.

With a few brushstrokes, a dusk picture of the willow tops on the moon emerged on the plain scroll.

The breeze blows the Buddha, the willows are still there, a scholar in a long shirt, standing under the tree for a long time, wandering for a long time, looking forward to it.

Suddenly, a beautiful young woman, like a Limbo fairy, appeared on this screen.

The young woman was too shy, and walked all the way to a short distance, bowing her head and stopping, as if she was sniffing the faint fragrance of flowers.

The scholar in the long shirt looked forward to wearing, and when the beautiful woman appeared, he hurriedly walked forward a few steps, but he was stupid for a while, and he didn't know what to say.

The young woman refused to look at the scholar, bowing her head and twisting her silky hair in her braids.

After being silent for a long time, he took out a delicate splendid purse and silently handed it to the scholar in a long shirt.

The scholar in the long shirt had a burning eye, reached out to take it, and took it in his hand to look carefully at the moonlight.

I saw that on the delicate splendid purse, there was a picture of a flower blooming and a lotus with entwined branches neatly embroidered.

The scholar in the long shirt was overjoyed, and couldn't help but take the woman into his arms and put a deep kiss on the lips that were as dark as petals.

The moonlight fell on the ground, whitening the whole picture.

The ink marks are one by one, the second brother falls, and quietly changes.

In the boudoir, the young woman combed in the mirror, swept her eyebrows, and smiled smartly.

A long spike hijab embroidered with a mandarin duck slowly covered it in front of the woman.

In the cave room, the scholar dressed as a groom, walked to the bed, and gently unveiled the bride's long spike hijab embroidered with mandarin ducks.

When the eyes are facing each other, the hearts are in touch, and the heavens and the earth seem to be shining brightly.

The picture disappears again, and the ink lines are hooked again.

See also the willow Yiyi.

The young woman took a little girl of two or three years old by the hand and watched her husband leave.

The husband, who was about to go away, kissed his wife, lowered his head and picked up the little girl, kissed his daughter's cheek, and said something to the mother and daughter, before reluctantly turning away.

Years.

On the screen, the scholar never appeared again.

Every time in the parting season of that year, the figure of the young woman standing under the tree was stretched longer by the slanting sun.

After a long time, the lonely back, I don't know who has taken out its vitality, and the eternal posture seems to have turned into a stone statue that has never lived......

Dododo......

Someone is knocking on the door.

"Who?"

Mu Lan woke up from a long memory.

"Sister, I'm Mu Rong."

In this house, the one who can enjoy the same surname and be able to call his sister is naturally the half-sister.

Mu Lan opened the door and saw a slightly annoyed pretty face in front of her, staring at her.

The plump and slightly round face is very similar to his father.

A pair of big eyes flickered, and if there was a hint of cunning and ruthlessness in her eyes, she looked like her mother.

Mu Lan said quietly: "Sister, please come in." ”

Mu Rong followed Mu Lan into the door with a smile on his face, and put the food box he was carrying on the table.

With a smug expression, he immediately made a silent gesture.

Mu Lan was in no mood to talk, just stood by and waited to hear her.

Mu Rong said innocently: "Sister, I heard my mother say that you are here, you don't know how happy I am in my heart!" I always wanted my mother to give me a sister, but my mother refused to agree. It's good that I finally have a sister. This is a winter date sent by someone yesterday, I secretly tasted one, but it was sweet! I just secretly took it out of the kitchen and washed them one by one, so I wanted my sister to taste it together! ”

The table is full of boxes of winter dates, which are indeed large and red, and look very attractive.

Mu Lan smiled slightly, and said lightly: "I don't like to eat these, my sister can keep them for herself." ”

Mu Rong blinked, stuck out his tongue, and said embarrassedly: "Sister, I don't know you don't like to eat." Then what do you like to eat, I will ask my mother to order someone to make it for you! ”

"No need." Mu Lan shook her head: "I just used it." Your mother is still waiting for you to have breakfast, right? Go for it. ”

"Okay, I'll go first, and I'll bring my sister something delicious when I get back."

Mu Rong smiled, waved his hand at Mu Lan, and went a little reluctantly.

After a while, I heard a knock on the door again.

Mu Lan knew that it was Aunt Liu who had come to call her, got up, tidied up her clothes, and opened the door.

Unexpectedly, standing outside the door was an old man in a long shirt.

The old man had gray temples, a clear face, and a warm gaze.

This silhouette looks like a person.

The one who came here by himself and didn't want to recognize him.

Along the way, I have imagined the scene of recognizing each other many times, but I never imagined that we would meet like the end of the world so closely.

From the moment she heard Aunt Liu speak, the word father had become untrustworthy and unsympathetic in her world.

She didn't want to speak, just calmly, looking at the old man in the long shirt in front of her.

Father Mu looked at Mu Lan fixedly, and was silent for a long time, Fang said in a trembling voice: "Lan'er...... Is that you? ”

"It's Mu Lan, please come in, my lord."

Mu Lan replied lightly, without looking at the old man, turned around and went back to the room to sit down.

Father Mu's eyes were slightly red, his steps were a little staggering, and he followed into the door, but he didn't dare to sit down.

Seeing this, Mu Lan raised her head and said, "Your Excellency, please take a seat." ”

Father Mu sat down slowly, suppressed the grief in his heart, let out a long sigh, and said, "Lan'er, I know you hate me...... Blame me...... However, my father couldn't help it...... You don't know what these years of being a Father are...... How did you get here......"

When Mu Lan heard this, he smiled coldly and said, "My lord, since we have had such a hard time in the past ten years, why don't you tell us nothing." My mother and I are also good helpers. ”

Father Mu hung his head, his voice gradually lowered, and he was ashamed of himself: "Lan'er, she...... She is the daughter of a member of the Central Plains Ministry of the Dynasty, and when her father first entered the capital, she was involved in a court dispute, and she was framed by someone and almost fell into prison. At that time, she had her father come to the rescue, and she was grateful to her father, not only became a member of the adult's family, but also married Liu as his wife at his behing. Over the years, my salary is meager, and the Liu family is quite stingy...... As a father, I know that it is not easy for your mother and daughter, but I don't dare to appeal to the truth, and my father has no shame to be ashamed of you...... Over the years, you have lived a ...... life with your mother Can you still live in peace? ”

Mu Lan never thought that her father, who was once heroic, would be like this when they met again ten years later.

The sea is inclusive, and people live in a variety of ways.

Life is important in walking with a mind, this sentence is good.

And his father, who has always been high, is willing to pay such a price and choice.

In this regard, except for a trace of pity in her heart, she could not agree at all.

After a moment of silence, Mu Lan's face was calm, and she said calmly: "Over the years, I have been very good, but my mother has not had a good life. ”

Then, he smiled faintly and said, "Before leaving, my mother was concerned about your old illness and said that your plaster should be running out, so she went to Baozhilin to open a lot, and asked me to bring it to the capital together." After the good student settles down, write the situation of you and me into the letter as soon as possible, so that she can rest assured.

"It's just that this family letter, how should Mu Lan write it now......"

When the wooden father heard this, the whole person was paralyzed like dead wood.

Muddy old tears slipped down from the wrinkled corners of his eyes and dripped onto the placket of the cheongsam, revealing a large ink painting-like imprint.