I remember that when my father was still alive, there would be a few young people in our house who would come to play.

In addition to the handsome and gentle big brother, who was afraid that I would grow up without manhood by the maid, there were several others, all of whom were in their twenties, in fact, not much different in age from my father, and the reason why they were called brothers was because when my father had me, they were not married.

One of them was a man who was giggling all day long, and he was not in shape, and every time he came to the house, he especially liked to play tricks on me, and forbade me to call him uncle, because it would sound like he would call him very old, and he might not be able to marry a wife in the future, so when he first saw me, he took all kinds of strange things, and tricked me into calling him brother.

Later, I don't know who reminded me that if I called him brother, it meant that he was a generation younger than my father, and he seemed to be less happy, and began to try to make me call him uncle, but unfortunately at that time, it was difficult to correct the things that had formed habits, and even now, when I mentioned them, my first reaction was still a group of big brothers.

They are my father's subordinates, but they are not just subordinates, but more importantly, they should have grown up together since childhood, similar to the relationship between brothers, because my father is a few years older, and he is at the top in terms of status and ability, so he has always been their center.

Before the tragedy in King Jing's Mansion happened, they and I had always been very happy.

At that time, our family had a big pavilion, and they liked to sit in it and drink, and occasionally my father would participate, but the reason why he participated, mostly because I was there.

The big brother who likes to play tricks on me, occasionally when he is interested, will catch me, hold me in his arms, and then dip his chopsticks into the wine in the cup, lie to me that it is something delicious, and when he sees that my face is red from the spicy wine, and when he is about to cry, instead of remorse, he is very proud, laughing so much that he almost rolls over, and when his father is there, he will be a little more restrained, and dare not do this to me.

He is dressed in white, like to hula hula shaking a fan, pretending to be a talented man, but giving people the feeling that he is more of a scoundrel, sometimes chanting some poems of 'the young spring shirt is thin, full of red sleeves', and will provoke everyone to accuse him of not being allowed to take me, some people like to sing some 'want to buy osmanthus with wine, it is not the same, the young man travels' sour tune, he made fun of the disease-free moaning, and said that he was worried about the new words, I was most impressed by those people, except for the big brother with a gentle voice, and he was the most impressed.

For the former, it was because that person was very close to my father and seemed to be the person my father trusted the most, and for him, it was because he was close to me and was the most interesting person I found.

To this day, I often wonder if my father, among them, was a reckless teenager a long time ago, before hatred and tragedy occurred.

No one is born dark, no one is born majestic, and perhaps, he has also spurred his horse through the long streets, and walked in front of them, the brightest, the brightest, the most dazzling.

I've actually seen such a scene before, even if it's just through other people's memories.

At that time, the Hulu in the north rebelled, and my father was ordered to quell the rebellion, and they rode horses, and my father was at the front of them, leading the soldiers to march slowly through the long street, and the people in Shengjing City all came out to say goodbye, and the girls in the attic, with the windows open, and the colorful silk handkerchiefs in their hands were shaking, and they looked very happy, and pointed to which of them with excitement.

The eldest brother sat on horseback, and one moment he was whistling at the girl in the attic, and the next he told me in a loud voice that when he returned, he would bring me a horn to play with.

I stood next to my mother and watched them go farther and farther away, and then, never to come back.

Or rather, none of them came back alive.

I remember that when they left, it was spring, and the peach blossoms were full of branches, and they were raising their eyes, and when they came back, it was in the cold winter wax moon, the snow closed the city, the north wind blew people's faces hurt, and it was difficult for people and horses to walk on the road.

I saw the army slowly entering the city, ten miles away, the atmosphere was solemn, their bodies were brought back in coffins, but my father, in his coffin, there was only a blood-stained robe, not even a single corpse.

No one expected that it would be possible for the battle line to drag on for so long in just a small Hulu land, and no one could figure out how the army that Sheng Liang was so proud of would end up in such a miserable situation.

They said that my father was besieged and had no bones left in the midst of thousands of troops, and that my brother, who had promised to give me a horn, was lying in a cold coffin, unable to laugh, to whistle, or to dipped his chopsticks in wine, and to hug me, and in the wind and snow, as if the whole imperial city was the desperate cry of his parents.

Even my mother stood alone for a long time in the middle of the night, in front of the doors and windows of the palace.

Then, before I could figure out why they were grieving and where my father had gone, my whole family died.

The bright moon goes to the west building, the past is long, when has it been a rest, drinking endless wine to forget worries, and constantly leaving people to worry.

The senior brother was already drunk because he had drunk a few more glasses, and he looked at the flowers on the opposite side of the narrow corridor with his eyelids on, and asked in a daze: "Strange, how did these flowers of yours all live......

More than a dozen epiphany, in the moonlit night, glowing with a bright and faint light, in fact, I don't understand, short-lived, why should it be used to name me?

I like not to give up, I like life and death, I like lovesickness, I like affectionate Haoshou, in this world, all ephemeral things, no matter how rare, I don't like anything, I just like us together, for a long time, for a long time.

"Are you taking your own life to raise these things?" The senior brother reacted, sobered up a little, grabbed my collar, and asked indistinctly.

I broke his hand off and said, "It's not that serious." ”

"It's just one illness at most."

"You......"

The senior brother choked on the wine, coughed a few times, and then said: "It's really getting more and more nonsense, it's just a few flowers, why do you want to do this?" ”

"What can I do?" I smiled bitterly, looked at the flowers, and said, "I don't want to keep them either, but it's a pity that some people like them." ”

"Who?" Senior Brother frowned, then smiled, revealing that standard stupid face: "Your sweetheart? ”

I hummed, but this answer startled the senior brother, and asked again: "Your sweetheart?" ”

I glanced at him, a little impatient, and the senior brother sat up straight, as if he was even more frightened: "Really? ”

I sat on the floor with one hand, reclined, holding the bowl, took another sip of wine, and replied, "What are you lying about?" ”

When the senior brother heard this, his face was happy, he moved a little closer to me, and asked, "What's her name?" ”

I tilted my head away from him: "Why am I telling you?" ”

"Hey......" Senior Brother was very dissatisfied: "Eldest brother is like a father, now that Master is not here, I naturally have to think about your life's affairs." ”

Seeing that I didn't answer, he asked again: "Is she from Shengjing?" ”

"It's not."

"Did you know each other in Southern Xinjiang before?"

I hummed, and my brother asked again, "How does she look?" ”

I was annoyed by him and frowned: "How do I know? ”

Senior brother stretched out his hand and pushed me, muttering to me, "You like people, don't you even know what people are like?" ”

"Everything in heaven and earth, beautiful or ugly, but just skin, in our eyes, is the same, what's the difference?"

Hearing this, the senior brother was speechless for a while, and then changed his words: "You see, our junior sister, whether male or female, has always only liked those who are good-looking, regardless of the master's side, do you think that if you bring it to the junior sister, will the junior sister like her?" ”

I raised my eyes and thought, "Of course." ”

"That's a beauty, isn't it?"

The senior brother breathed a sigh of relief and said, "In this way, the junior sister should be considered to have passed that level." ”

I glanced at him obliquely, and then listened to the senior brother ask, "What did that girl's ancestor do?" ”

"Doctor."

"Is she also a doctor?"

This is the first time I have told my senior brother such a secret thing, and for some reason, there are some people in their twenties who can only have young people's youthful apprehension, and even suddenly regretted bringing up this topic.

After a moment, he lowered his head and hummed inaudibly.

Senior Brother laughed slowly: "It sounds like a good girl with a good heart, and there should be no problem on Master's side." ”

He put his hand on my shoulder and comforted me, "Don't worry, when Master comes back, I will tell him about proposing marriage for you." ”

"It's a long way to go in southern Xinjiang, shouldn't you write to inform people first, ah, no...... Should we ask people what they want first, or if it's not right, we should inform them first, so as not to make us hasty and rude when we get it......"

Senior brother used to think that I was a lonely life, but I didn't expect that I had found someone I liked, so now, the whole person is a little incoherent with joy.

"To be honest, I can, not only me, but even the master has been worried about your marriage, what kind of girl can make you like it, I really want to see it."

He pressed my shoulders and drank cup after cup, more excited than he had just been when he was happy.

In a few moments, he fell to the ground, drunk into a puddle of mud, and the jar of wine rolled down, and he poured the wine all over the ground, and he was still muttering something in his mouth.

"I'm so happy......"

"When Master comes back, I will go to southern Xinjiang with him to propose marriage......"

"Tomorrow, I will ask my mother to prepare the dowry ......"

……

I sat next to him and listened quietly to his whispering, and it was strange that the drunkenness just now seemed to be all sober at once.

There was no one around, the bushes were deep, there was a crisp insect chirping, and tonight, there was no wind, and it was particularly quiet.

My brother was drunk and fell asleep quickly, fell next to me, and even began to snore softly.

I raised my head, looked at the faint silver stars, and for a long time, cautiously replied to him: "Proverbs, her name is Proverbs." ”