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When she returned to the carriage, Mei Xiang was waiting for her with a smile, and Chu Qiao sat down quietly, her heart still pounding. 【Fengyun Reading Network. 】

Is she too impulsive?

"Miss." Mei Xiang smiled and added a cushion for her, and said, "Everything in this world can't be handled with reason. The slave maid felt that the young lady was too calm before, and it was not necessarily a bad thing to be impulsive once in a while. ”

Chu Qiao turned his head to look at her in surprise, surprised by Mei Xiang's keen insight.

Mei Xiang laughed and said, "Miss doesn't know? Now you have everything written on your face. Compared with the previous miss, Mei Xiang thinks that you are more likable like this. ”

The carriage began to walk, and Ping An came over and asked, "Sister, are we going to go with those people?" ”

"Let's go, of course, together!" Jingjing opened the curtain and shouted, "Why don't we go together, we will live together in the future, haha!" ”

Mei Xiang poured a cup of ginseng tea for Chu Qiao, sighed softly, and said, "Miss, not everyone will wait for another person year after year. There are some things that you don't grasp at the time, and if something happens in the future, you will regret it. ”

The warm wind blew in along the slightly fluttering curtains, like a mother's gentle fingers, the sky was clear, and there was a faint high-flying eagle passing away, through the clouds, away from the dust.

Chu Qiao sat on the stone steps, looking at the sea of clouds in the sky, the flowers in the yard were extremely bright, red and yellow, very cute.

Xiao Er of the inn sat on a small stool and was making tea seriously. It was just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, just the age of young jumping, and Jingjing and Ping'an also sat on the side, chatting with him with a match.

Chu Qiao listened to them talk about the scenery of Shu Hill in Sichuan, the ancient plank road in the hills of southern Xinjiang, the Tibetan Sword Pavilion in Great Xia, the Crow Mountain in Bian Tang, and finally the Great Snow Mountain in Yanbei, and the topic gradually became lively. Jingjing took out a box of candied fruit from the room and chatted as she ate.

Mei Xiang sat under the camphor tree on the side, weaving a Yingluo, her fingers flying like colorful butterflies, and her flexibility was dazzling.

The sky gradually darkened, the courtyard was lit up, and the heat gradually dissipated. Jingjing asked the kitchen for a few ice bowls, which contained all kinds of fruits, which were cool and delicious.

In the end, it was the previous rainstorm that washed away the suspension bridge in front of Autumn Wind City, and Chu Qiao and the others had their trip delayed, and they needed to stay in Autumn Wind City for two days before they could continue to go north.

Now, they live in a small inn by the mountains and rivers, the whole inn is built on the mountainside, undulating, scattered, lush woods, looking from afar, like a forest.

Chu Qiao's room was perched on a high stone cliff, facing the west. The boss is also an elegant person, because this place is adjacent to Yuzhao Mountain, so it is named Yuzhaoyuan. In the evening, the sunset here is stunning.

Zhuge Yue lives in the Guizang Building next to him, and yesterday afternoon he sent his guards to help the government build a suspension bridge and a ferry.

It rained during the day and stopped in the afternoon, and the leaves were green and the flowers were scattered, but they were even more charming.

Chu Qiao was wearing an off-white hemp skirt, with an ebony hairpin on his head, and his long black hair was loosely tied into a bun, which looked very refreshing and comfortable.

The moon is very round tonight, Chu Qiao watched quietly, and suddenly remembered that the Mid-Autumn Festival was about to pass, but this place was only the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The Mid-Autumn Festival here is called the White Moon Festival, which comes from a song, which Chu Qiao once heard in the army. The song sings about a man who rode out on a horse to fight, fought for many years, from a soldier to a captain, from a commander to a general, and finally he returned home after the battle, only to find that the house had collapsed, his wife had been robbed by others, his parents and sons had starved to death, their bones had turned to ashes, and there was not even a grave.

She still remembers the last sentence of the song: The moon shines on my soul, urging you to return home early.

Since then, the White Moon Festival has become a reunion festival, and people are advised to cherish their families, not to ignore family affection for the sake of immediate gains and losses, and to regret it when it is irretrievable.

Yue'er shines on my soul, urging you to return to your hometown early......

"That's nice."

Mei Xiang stopped the Yingluo in her hand, turned her head to look at Chu Qiao, and said with a smile: "I've never heard Miss sing." ”

Chu Qiao was slightly stunned, and then realized that he had hummed out unknowingly.

"It's a really good song, can Miss understand the meaning of this song now?"

Chu Qiao tilted his head slightly, "Mei Xiang likes to reason with others recently." ”

"I haven't read a book, and I know the simplest truths, where can I compare to Miss?" Mei Xiang smiled and said, "But sometimes, the more you know, the more confused your brain becomes, and you will ignore some very simple truths." ”

Day after day, year after year, I went up to the house beam, looking at the village head road, but I still didn't see my husband.

The husband protects the frontier, outsiders kick the door and wall, the children have no clothes, and the father and mother are hungry.

The emperor is far away, the soldiers are not in the township, and the evil village chief in the village is the king of the soil.

The wind and rain are a little bit, the cold snow is broken, the moon shines on my soul, urging you to return home early.

The smile on Mei Xiang's face was very quiet, leaning against the tree and humming quietly, petals fell on the Yingluo in her hand, and the white light of the moon fell on her fingers, like curved butterfly wings.

At this moment, there was a faint sound of a flute in the distance. Too far apart, the sound of the flute is faintly ethereal, there is a lingering sense of nothing, occasionally in the high place, but it is not lost handsome, three times and nine turns, curling like smoke, empty for a long time, there is no more frank feelings.

Ping'an and the others were still chatting, but when they heard the flute, they suddenly stopped talking, and even people like Jingjing, who didn't understand the rhythm of music, listened with their ears up, and they looked very quiet.

Mei Xiang stood up, turned her head and went back to the room, and when she came out again, she held an off-white cloak in her hand, gently draped it on Chu Qiao's shoulders, and said with a smile: "Miss has been worried for the past few days, and now it's time to rest." The view from the backyard of this inn is excellent, and the moonlight is just right tonight, so Miss might as well go out for a walk. ”

Chu Qiao turned her head, but saw Mei Xiang looking at her with a faint smile, with a hint of encouragement and encouragement in her eyes.

"Mei Xiang......" Chu Qiao wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it after all.

Mei Xiang said: "Miss, Mei Xiang doesn't understand anything, I don't understand any world righteousness, beliefs, and beliefs, I just hope that Miss can have a happy life." You're a good guy, and that song shouldn't be sung to you. ”

The moonlight shone on Chu Qiao's face, she was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but think of the second half of the song:

The green mountains are cold and hot, the snow is drifting, the king does not know the way back, and the world is vast.

The child died of the plague, the father and mother had no rice soup, and the concubine only sold herself in exchange for life food.

The husband is ambitious, unwilling to be poor and lowly in the country, looking forward to the return of the king for ten years, and his sideburns are dyed with frost early.

There are many fetters in the world, the years are gone, and I don't seek great wealth and poverty, but I am poor and cheap.

"Mei Xiang, go get that light green one."

Mei Xiang was slightly stunned and looked at her hesitantly.

But she suddenly laughed, stood up and said, "It's either white or black all day, like a funeral." ”

The moonlight shone all the way, she walked quietly, and all the years passed in her mind one by one, like a line of flying egrets, meandering through the world of ink painting and calligraphy. Everything that was fierce or white, or rich in color or vast and bleak, gradually settled in the bottom of the heart, turned into a pool of water, and finally froze into ice.

Grievances, bonds, hatred, entanglement, help, hand in hand, life and death, reunion, struggle, joy, parting, sadness......

With every step she takes, a picture and a landscape emerge in front of her eyes, and each painting carries too much heavy stuff. There is hatred between the family and the country, personal grievances, shame and guilt, persistent thoughts, years of repression and forbearance, and several fierce and circling desires to break through the shackles.

So many emotions filled the bottom of my heart, and I was finally picked up one by one by the flat and straightforward lyrics, and it spread out fiercely along my fingertips.

She is a blue lake, using reason and calmness to tie a thin layer of ice for herself, suppressing all the emotions she feels are wrong.

A year, two years, many years.

There is a small pavilion on top of a secluded pool in the back mountain, the wooden pavilion has been a little ruined, but the boss has planted a few Du Ruo and wisteria under the pavilion very carefully, and the small flower plate climbs up along the vines, winding the pillars in a circle, adding a bit of elegant quiet.

The moonlight shone faintly in the deep pool of blue and blue in front of it, and a full moon was reflected in the center of the water waves, snow-white.

Zhuge Yue, dressed in a lilac robe, sat casually on the steps under the pavilion, one leg bent, the other straight, his back against the unpainted pillar, and a few strands of ink hair slipped from his sideburns and fell on his forehead. His appearance is still extremely handsome, holding a turquoise bamboo flute in his hand, and playing a very beautiful tune. There is no grudge obsession, no Lingyun's ambition, just like a country ballad played by an ordinary teenager, sometimes light, sometimes soothing, and the naughty Du Ruo fragrance wanders around him, like a naughty child.

Chu Qiao stood there quietly, silent. The wind blew through her pale green cloak, and the tulle was frivolous, like willow branches in early spring.

She never seemed to look at him so closely. The years were bumpy, and for many years, she used to feel sorry for herself and feel how unfortunate she was, but now that she thinks about it, she is at least much luckier than the general sung in that song. The house has not fallen, the relatives have not died, and the person she loves is still standing in place, as long as she is willing to turn back, she can reach his hands.

Even though he is separated by thousands of rivers and the world does not tolerate it, he still walks to this day step by step, using his rare willfulness and stubbornness to break through the confinement again and again, and hold up a clear sky for her to dodge.

The ice in her heart melted instantly, and she seemed to hear the edifice of reason collapse, and she said to herself: Perhaps, I can also be willful once.

After all, she hadn't been wayward in years.

The sound of the flute stopped suddenly, and the man turned his head obliquely, and saw the woman in green standing quietly under the laurel tree, and he was a little distracted.

"Why are you here?"

"If you are allowed to come, you will not let me come?"

Chu Qiao smiled, walked over and stretched out his foot and kicked Zhuge Yue's leg, and said, "Get out of the way." ”

The man retracted her legs, and she sat down. The white sparkle of the deep pool was reflected on her face, like a broken pearl, leisurely.

"Zhuge Yue, tomorrow the suspension bridge is repaired, and you will go back to Great Xia, right?"

Zhuge Yue nodded, looked at her with some surprise, and said, "What's wrong?" ”

"And when are you coming to me?"

A hint of surprise flashed through the man's eyes, and he was a little strange, looking her up and down, as if she had some conspiracy.

"Are you going to wait for Emperor Xia to die? Or do you want to wait for Zhao Che to ascend the throne? When the time comes, will you be able to get out of it all? Chu Qiao sat on the stone steps on her knees, her hat behind her cloak hanging on her back, slightly raised, and hugging her snow-white neck. Her chin rested on her knees, her eyes looked at the waterhole in front of her, and she suddenly turned her head and said, "Zhuge Yue, I'll sing you a song." ”

The woman's eyes are very clear, not the sadness that once had insight into the world. She looked at him quietly, smiling quietly, as many times in a dream, with no other impurities in her eyes, no one else's shadow, only him.

Just look at the refreshing one