This flower is lonely (1)

This Flower is Lonely (1)

The winds in winter are always bleak and cold, and this is especially true at the border gates.

Looking from the majestic tower of Juyu Pass, the majestic and handsome mountains are hidden behind layers of clouds and mist, and the sky is full of low, thick clouds. Presumably, it will not be long before a strong wind whistling in goose feathers and snow, turning the entire towering border pass into a world covered in silver.

Whenever the earth is covered with white, I think of her, and I think of the white snow in the Tianxiang Garden of Taiye Pond.

It's been almost 16 years since I came to this border pass, and 16 years is like a blink of an eye.

After sixteen years of spring, summer, autumn and winter, sixteen years of reincarnation of the sun and the moon, thinking of her and the snow when we met for the first time still clearly seemed to happen yesterday.

The snow that falls on the plum blossom branches in the rich and extravagant palace gardens is actually no different from the snow that falls on the humble and majestic city walls here.

The only thing that is different is the people standing next to them.

I still remember the first time I saw her.

It was in the winter of the third year of Longhui,

It is on the snowy side of the desert with layers of flowers that cannot be seen at a glance in Tianxiang Garden.

At that time, I was a palace guard, and she was a favored palace concubine.

Her plain figure stood on the shore in the wind, her eyebrows were as light as smoke, her eyes were as clear as water, obviously very close to the ground, but like a flower separated from the fog, hazy and ethereal.

It was my first meeting with her, just the first time. Her image is deeply engraved in my heart.

Perhaps, it was because the first time I saw her, I couldn't help but think of another person.

In her memory, that person also had such a hazy and elegant temperament, as long as she stood there, the air around her seemed to become foggy.

She was my mother.

For as long as I can remember, my mother and I have lived in a small separate yard.

The courtyard was located in the northwestern corner of the Ni family's mansion. It's not large, but it's exquisitely surprising. To the left of the half-moon-shaped courtyard is a pool. The clear water flows along the rockery of the strange rockery, like a jade bead, making a sound. The yard is covered with lush maple trees, which turn as red as blood in autumn.

My mother was a beautiful woman, and I can't even describe how beautiful she was, because she was so beautiful. It's hard to find the exact words to describe it in my mind.

She likes to sit alone on the railing under the eaves, with an expression that I can never fathom, watching the flowers bloom and fall in the yard.

It is said that my mother used to be a laughing woman, and it is said that she came to my father's door when my father's grand wedding was underway. Although I have always wondered why a woman with a noble appearance like my mother would be a prostitute. But all the people talked about it in a disdainful tone, and I did not tolerate the slightest objection.

My mother looked at me strangely, and it made me helpless as a young child. Sometimes, she is very gentle, and she will gently help me tidy up my clothes that have been messed up because I was naughty in the yard. Full of love and kindness. But sometimes, she would look at me with an almost piercing look, which was as cold as a sharp ice needle, piercing into my heart and bones, making me feel cold from the bottom of my heart, making me panic and shameless. Because I don't know what I did wrong to make my mother so angry.

Sometimes, she would even gently caress my cheek and murmur words that I couldn't understand. And the next second. She would grab my arm so hard that she would look at me like the enemy she hated most. Gritting his teeth with hatred, bitter with hatred.

But most of the time, she is silent and gentle.

I could only be by her side as best I could, and be careful not to upset her.

As far back as I can remember, my father never stepped through the gate of the yard where we lived.

When I was five years old, a steward servant came into our long-lonely courtyard and took me out of there and into another world.

After that, almost every day, just after dawn, someone would come on time, take me to the study, and urge me to study articles and practice martial arts.

Sometimes it's Mr. Lu, sometimes it's someone else, there are a lot of people around my father, they have all kinds of skills, and my father will arrange a different master for me every once in a while. But more often than not, it was my father who personally taught me the art of war, martial arts moves. He knows more than all the others.

My father's requirements are extremely strict, every once in a while, he will test my articles and martial arts, once he is disappointed, there will definitely be heavy punishments on him, and when he performs well, it is just a satisfied look.

But just for that one look, when I was a child, I would practice martial arts and literature desperately every day, regardless of cold and summer, day and night.

My father is not only a child, I also have a younger brother and a younger sister, but I don't have many opportunities to meet them, or rather, I have more opportunities to meet my sister.

I remember when I was seven years old, I was waiting in my study, waiting for my father to come back and guide me in my schoolwork. At this time, I heard a "flocculent" sound from the window next to me.

Is it a rat? I looked to the other side quizzically.

After a while, a small figure appeared on the windowsill. She had a pink face and limbs, and was a very young girl.

I stared blankly at the little intruder who was trying to climb through the window into the study. I don't know if she climbed up to the window, which was obviously much taller than her, with the help of something outside, but it was clear that she had a problem, there was nothing on this side of the window that she could borrow.

She sat on the windowsill with her short arms on the sash and looked left and right, hoping to find a way to the ground.

She looked up, and then she saw me.

"You ......," she cried out in a milky voice, "come and help Miss Ben." ”

I walked over and picked her up from the window.

If it weren't for the fact that my arm strength has been strengthened a lot in the past few years, I really wouldn't be able to hold her chubby little body at the age of seven.

"Who are you? Daddy's study can't let anyone else in. As her feet stood on the ground, she immediately looked up and asked,

Daddy?!

She's my sister, and that mother-in-law gave birth to a three-year-old sister? I looked down at her round face, and a warm feeling immediately rose in my heart.

Seeing my eyes, the little girl just pursed her lips and said, "For the sake of you helping me down, I won't tell my father." Go out quickly, be careful that if the butler sees it, he'll hit you hard. As he spoke, he clapped his hands and tried to push me towards the door, "Remember not to sneak in in the future." ”

Looks like you're the one who sneaked in, right? I glanced at the window next to me, or rather crept in.

I lowered my head and said helplessly to the little girl who insisted on driving me out: "I didn't run in without permission, it was my father who asked me to stay here and wait for him." ”

"Father?" She stopped, looked up at me with wide eyes, and asked suspiciously.

I lowered my body, squatted in front of her, and said to her with a smile: "I am your brother, my name is Ni Tingxuan. ”

"Ah, you're the son of the girl your mother said?" She finally reacted and said with a sudden realization.

Although it was completely childish and unintentional words, it still pierced deeply in my heart.

The county lord of Jingchang doesn't like the matter of our mother and son, and I have occasionally heard about it from imprudent subordinates. At that time, I didn't know the exact meaning of the word ji, but I knew from the contemptuous eyes of the people who talked about it that it must not be a good word.

I don't know what to do next, and I don't seem to have to.

The door to the study was slammed open, and it was the father's tall figure in the doorway.

With Xiaoqiang's tenacious vitality, a certain lamp finally staggered to the first place again. The mood is so excited, tears welling up in my eyes......

I'm the one that doesn't blow flat and doesn't blow up the copper peas.

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