This flower is lonely (5)

This Flower is Lonely (5)

When Qinghan stabbed me in the chest with a sword, I thought there was no colder injury, and it was followed by the death of my mother. When my mother died, I thought there was nothing more desperate and sad than this, but soon after, it was my sister's death. When my sister had an accident, I thought that I would never experience such pain that penetrated deep into my bone marrow again in my life, but on that night, on that night of Shangyuan in the third year of Tiantong, I still experienced a deeper and heavier pain than ever before.

It was a chill that was colder than Qinghan's sword, a sorrow that was more heart-wrenching than the mother's faint outpouring, and a more piercing despair than the sister's tragic experience.

Her soft words sounded in my ears like a lightning strike that night, and the terrible hiss of the broken strings of the piano.

It turned out that I never really knew her, never really went into her heart.

It's like I've never really gotten to know my mother.

What kind of monstrous giant* is behind her plain and beautiful figure, and what kind of tragic stubbornness is hidden between her eyebrows that are as light as smoke and clear as water, I have never known.

All my self-righteous understandings are all looking at flowers through the fog, illusory and ethereal.

Her slender figure staggered out of the side hall of the Qianqing Palace as if she was escaping, and also ran out of my life.

Her departure was so abrupt, as if her appearance also caught me off guard. It's also irretrievable.

I thought the night would never end, but it was over, the moment she ran out of the temple door, the moment my father stretched out his hand to me.

At that moment, there was no more of her in my sight.

I approached my father, took his hand, and held his hand tightly.

I felt his always strong hands gradually becoming cold and weak.

At last. My father smiled at me.

He wanted to say something, but only let the blood and life spill out of his mouth more and faster.

He struggled to reach his hand to his chest. I leaned over. He took the painting from the place closest to his heart in his bosom and put it in his hand.

He held the painting tightly, and also my hand, and lay down calmly on the bed, and then just sighed softly......

At that moment, I understood all his feelings.

In fact, those treasures of the Liang Kingdom had already fallen into the hands of his far-reaching father. Just when the Liang State broke the country, those gold and silver goods had already been transported to Yongzhou. It has enriched the treasury of Yongzhou and become the cornerstone of Yongzhou's rise.

So why did the father leave this painting with his mother, so that his mother thought that he was holding her by his side for this painting?

Perhaps, he just wants to give her a reason to live, just hope that she can live, even if it is extremely painful. and to be able to live in the place where he has been sheltered.

He is the one who hurt her the most, and this fact is tormenting him all the time.

Mother knows that at the last moment of his life, what his father thought of was not the bloody career of Jin Ge Iron Horse and the subway, nor the throne of authority in the splendid country. It's her......

My father's ambitions and my entanglements with her came to an abrupt end on that cold night.

I buried my father's and mother's ashes together.

At the same time, the burial ground also contains all my love and nostalgia for the past.

Then I left the place I had loved and hated in a way that I couldn't describe.

……

A sudden chill on my cheeks interrupted my misty memories.

I looked up.

I don't know when, but the snow finally started falling. Like a group of lost butterflies, they spread their wings and fly to every corner of this world.

It's winter again, how many winters have I spent in this Juyu Pass? How many snows have you seen?

However, no matter how much wind, frost, rain and snow have been experienced. Her face is still clearly engraved in the depths of my heart.

I think about that night. In the middle of the snow, I hugged her tightly. She hugged me as well. Between this vast world, it seems that only me and her are left. And we have nothing but each other.

Everything in the world has become a black and white background, which makes it difficult to see the slightest.

Ice and snow are no longer simply falling cold, but hovering around us......

It turns out that she is like the snow in front of me, fluttering lightly and quietly at first, then fluttering and fierce and sprinkling, and finally it will freeze into a far-reaching and pleasing picture, silent in the deepest part of my heart, never fading.

……

"General! The general ...... "A call from afar interrupted my thoughts. It was the soldier who gave the order next to him and ran towards the castle tower with a letter-like object in his hand.

"General, there is your letter!" He hurried up to the castle tower and said cheerfully.

Not an official document, but a letter?!

I took the letter in amazement and looked down at the signature.

In an instant, I was shocked, I thought I would never receive his letterhead, I thought that everything between us had ended in that jousting sixteen years ago.

Although he is still my best friend in my heart, there is a barrier between us that can never be overcome.

Today's identity, the forces behind it, the family, and the interests ...... Layers of entangled things lay between us, making me think that the pleasure of fighting with swords, the joy of talking and laughing...... In this life, it may only be able to exist in memory.

Unexpectedly, I received his letter at this time.

I opened the letterhead, unfolded the paper,

……

The moment I read the letter,

I forgot the snow around me, forgot the majestic Juyuguan around me, and forgot everything in this world,

Thousands of tastes come to my heart,

In the end, those thousands of tastes turned into an indescribable feeling, tangled in my heart.

I looked up in a daze, not sure what to do next.

After sixteen years of ups and downs, for the first time, I felt helpless.

"General, it's about to be the New Year, is it a greeting from the family, right?" The soldier who gave the order was still talking happily.

It's New Year?!

I looked up into the distance, the river was gradually falling, and the sky was vast.

Indeed, it's a new year soon, and a new beginning is coming soon.

In that case, what else can't be put down?!

A smile tugged at my lips.

The heart is joyful and liberating.

Yes, everything in the past is over after all, and soon it will be a new beginning.

In the distance, several fast horses rushed towards the pass, which was the outpost that had gone to listen to the intelligence of the Liao soldiers and horses a few days ago, and brought back a detailed military report on the Liao invasion.

Everything is like the snow in the sky, and it is not at the right time?

This Flower is Lonely (End)

"This Flower is Alone" is over, and the extras of the Golden Branch drama are over. In the end, the ending of the retreat hand in hand can be regarded as a sad and happy ending. In fact, the open-ended ending is like this, whether it is sad or happy, it depends on everyone's own imagination.

When I got up this morning, I saw that the monthly pass was indeed overtaken on the last day.

Now that the plot of the Golden Branch has come to an end, it is impossible to have a short-term outbreak to ask for a monthly pass, so I'm embarrassed to say more, if you still like this book, just support one vote,^_^. If it is still the fate of Wan Lao 2, Khan ...... Although there are some small regrets, I am still grateful for everyone's support along the way. And after a month of nervousness, now it's finally over, and a certain lamp is secretly relieved.

There is still a small article left "Flowers on Mo", which tells the story of the encounter and love between Su Mi's son Qi Zhao and Mu Zimo. It's a sequel. Jin Zhi because of the contract to publish, according to the publishing house contract, can not be released before the end of the market, but the publishing link of Jin Zhi because of the problem of the printing house, from the original expectation of the end of October has been delayed to December, in order not to affect everyone's reading, I negotiated with the publishing house, the text will be serialized, leaving only the last small article, published at the same time as the public, it is estimated that it will be in the next week, so that everyone will not waste time waiting for the ending.

The book that has accompanied me through this long year is finally completed today, and my mood is a little complicated, and there is also a little sadness in happiness. After all, this is my first book. Looking back now, there are more than 600,000 words, and I can't believe that I, who has always been impatient and lazy, can persist in writing it down. It is also thanks to everyone's support that I was able to go all the way down the first time in codewording.

So, thank you for your long-term support and companionship, as well as countless enthusiastic comments and advice, a certain lamp bows here.

In the end, I still whispered, do you have a monthly pass? If possible...... Hey.........

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