Chapter Ninety-Six: The Ending
"Nothing to explain." She seemed to be tired, her waist was not as straight as before, her skin was not as smooth as before, and her breathing was heavier than before, "You used to walk fast, and then I finally caught up with you, but I ran too fast, and you have already slowed down......"
Her hand remained in the air for a few seconds, as if trying to touch her, and finally hung limply, covering her painful expression from anyone else.
It's a pity that Xu Tinglan was not moved, her eyes fell lightly on her body and quickly moved away, and the teacup was put on the table with a "click" sound, "You have your own way, chase me and do nothing." β
She smiled wryly, "I knew you would say that, but...... You shouldn't mess with me. β
The room was silent and silent, she stared at Xu Tinglan emptyly, sad and painful, "Why did my master and mother leave me, who accompanied me when I was alone, who comforted me when I was sad and sad......" She slowly walked around the table and approached Xu Tinglan, "Every time I want to give up on you, you always give me hope, and when I approach, you push me away with Jun Li......"
The cold fingers were on her shoulder, Xu Tinglan glanced at her carelessly, and heard her continue: "Do you know why Junli died? β
Feeling the stiffness of Xu Tinglan's body for a moment, an unprecedented crazy smile bloomed on her face, looking at her eyes affirmed Xu Tinglan's conjecture, "That's right, it's a natural disaster, but how do you know that there will be no natural disaster," the scarlet color permeated her eyes, she pressed Xu Tinglan's shoulders heavily, and her voice was light and heavy: "How do you know, this man-made disaster...... How it came to be. β
Xu Tinglan took the hand off her shoulder, ignored the madness of the person in front of her, and asked, "What do you want?" β
She withdrew her hand, sat down beside her, and said with a sneer: "When I was young, I wanted everything, and now I don't want anything. β
"And what are you trying to do?"
"I don't want everyone to be happy with me, I don't want to be happy, and others don't want to be happy."
Xu Tinglan was silent for a few seconds, and her voice couldn't hear her emotions, "Lin You, you're not small." β
She heard her underlying meaning, snorted coldly and didn't speak.
"Why did I come to you?" Xu Tinglan said: "Have you thought about it? β
"Of course, there is affection, but what do I think, have you thought about it?"
"You kicked your unspeakable love, self-righteous love, self-righteous giving, and self-righteous fulfillment of hope, and never asked me if I wanted it." Xu Tinglan looked at Lin You and asked slowly: "Lin You, you say, do I want it?" Should I want this kind of unethical love? β
"I never gave hope, and I didn't even notice your perverted love."
"I don't discriminate against homosexuals, but what is the difference between your devastating love and Chu Zhaozhou's."
"Or is it that I have never given you hopes, and everything is your subjective imagination?"
"I'm looking for you, taking care of that old love that can't be revealed, and now I'm squandering that old love...... Xu Tinglan shook her head, looking at Lin You who was in grief in front of her, and her tone was not without disappointment, "...... You don't understand, if it's not Junli, there will be someone else, how can it not be yours. β
Lin You opened his mouth, "Why, why can't it be me?" She shielded her eyes with her fingers to prevent the tears from being seen, but even she could not fool herselfβnot before, not now, and even more so in the future.
She choked up and asked, "Why, why do you deny everything because of one gender?" β
Xu Tinglan shook her head, "No, I like you too, but liking and liking are different, tens of millions of people in the world have their strengths, and they only love one person in their lives, but if they meet the right one, it is love, and if they are wrong, they are calamity." She said, "Lin You, I am your calamity." β
In a trance, Lin You remembered the scene when she saw her when she was young, she was dressed pink and beautiful, her face was transparent porcelain white, and the girl who was raised as a princess was educated with a smile and a smile, and she accepted the homeless person with a good heart, she thought at the time, such a superb girl must have the same noble and prominent family background, and can be worthy of the best son in the world.
She is excellent, her little face is expressionless on weekdays, but there is a lot of softness hidden under her heart, she can get out of the water with a little pinch, she is very careful, she never dislikes her clumsiness, but often takes care of her.
Such a good girl, she, an outsider, wants to protect it well and hide it secretly, not to mention so many good sons with both talents and appearances.
She wants to hide her, only she can see and understand, she doesn't like to talk, then she says, she is cold and quiet, she is lively and lively, the two of them are together, they always have to complement each other, she doesn't have to change, she changes, she waits for her to spoil.
There are thousands of people in the world who want to spoil her, she is only one of them, she has no advantage, her gender alone makes her fall behind everywhere, and she is so defeated that she loses her armor and is seen by Jun Li.
It's good to meet her, but it's a pity, just to meet.
In the end, she said: "Tinglan, I really like you, I love the house and Wu has to see Chu Heng difficult to do." β
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The events that lasted for several months ended because of the rebellion of the Song family.
The political parties of the Chu family, which had been breathing for a long time, sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, seizing the rights and interests of the people they had with the momentum of burning the prairies.
The Jun family's constitutional revision ended in failure.
A few months later, Xu Tinglan went to country L, and before parting, she said to Chu Heng, you are fine.
He replied, "When you come back, I'll be fine."
She smiled and said, "You're okay, I'll come back."
He replied, yes.
She also said, "I have planted a tree in the garden, and you can take care of it for me."
After Chu Zhi was born, she personally found a small tree in the garden, which was lush and vibrant, and it was so lush that it seemed that spring was all condensed on the tree.
He remembered the short and fragile loquat tree, pulled her into his arms, rubbed his side face against her hair, and the hand on her waist could rub people into the bone marrow, obviously a young man who was forbearing, but he couldn't suppress his emotions, kissed her forehead and threatened: "I will take care of you for two years, if you don't come back, I will let people cut it off." β
She knew he was angry, but she still nodded yes.
There are many auspicious things, and it seems that it is not so difficult for him to pay attention to them.
"When you come back, we will go and live in the mountains, and when you want to come down, we will come down again."
She looked up in surprise and left his arms slightly, "You don't care about the others?" β
"I ...... in my heart There is no room for the common people. He said this without emotion, and there was an epiphany in his eyes, like "a thousand sails on the side of the sinking boat, and ten thousand trees in front of the sick tree".
"And what about them?"
"I have sought the business of tens of thousands of people, and when I leave, I have tens of thousands of people for me." He said, "The world is not yet peaceful, but it is not far from the peaceful and prosperous times, and one day, the world will be stable." β
There is no excessively large gap between the rich and the poor, there is no hegemonist power politics, there is no colonialism......
After Xu Tinglan left, Chu Heng found a piece of paper from Chu Zhi's body, modern people either use text messages or emails, he knew who left it as soon as he saw this paper, the brush words were written beautifully as always, the content was too sad and serious, no matter how well the brush words were written, he didn't have time to appreciate them - loquat solid, I haven't returned, I wish you to forget.
How to forget?
Three years is not three days, and it is still embarrassing that the stranger is gone, let alone the wife who shares the same bed and sleeps in the same boat?
The results of loquat for three years, he was both afraid and hopeful.
He is not very bold, and there is very little to be afraid of, one day he sat on the rattan chair and squinted slightly, and the delicate girl in his dream came fluttering, he was happy, and said, Tinglan, the loquat has not borne fruit, you are finally back.
The girl snorted, cute and squeamish, "You don't have to wait for me, find a good girl, from now on we have two bridges and roads, and we have nothing to do with each other." β
When he saw her, he was overjoyed, and he didn't care what she said, and he went up to coax her, but she took a step back, and when her clothes flew up, she suddenly disappeared, leaving a sentence "I won't come back again." β
In the dream, he searched hard, reflected on what he had said wrong and frightened her countless times, opened his eyes, and found that the loquat trees in the garden had bloomed, and his heart was empty, and he sat in vain for an afternoon without blinking.
In April of the following year, the loquat matured, and before I knew it, it was ripe so quickly. He sighed in his heart, wondering why she hadn't come back.
At last he went on a journey to the mountains, and never came down again.
Song Chen went to invite him no less than eight times, and he was so angry that he wanted to throw down the list and not do it, and instigated Yixi Zheng to come over as a lobbyist, and almost reversed himself.
In the end, he borrowed Chu Zhi to play for a few days before he calmed down his anger a little.
When it was warm and cold, his Tinglan finally returned.
He always likes to think about the past, and when he thinks about it, he dreams, but this time he thinks that he has another Guan Ju dream, and when he stretches out his hand, the person really exists.
He was sour, and he actually felt a little pity for himself, and after all these dreams, he finally dreamed of a person who could be touched.
So he took a good look, looked carefully, commented on the head, and said critically: "Like but not like." β
Xu Tinglan smiled, she finally came back, she had fantasized about any reunion scenes, but she never thought of this.
"Where is it like, where is it not like?"
"Looks like."
"Not like it?"
"You're not her, she's not coming back." I always thought that the truth of deceiving myself was personally revealed, and the taste can be imagined," he turned his head away from her, and said, "Don't come again, I miss her, I don't want you to leave, I miss her even more." β
She poked him in the forehead, "Silly? β
He raised his hand to hold it, the movement was terrifyingly fast, Xu Tinglan was stunned for a moment, and was about to open his mouth, when he saw him stand up, took her into his arms, buried his head in her neck, and said, "It's finally true." β
For a while, the sourness gushed out like a liquor spring, and the voice was still a little astringent.
I have loved the girl in my dreams a thousand times, she is not gentle or considerate, but because it is you, no matter how disheartened and depressed I am, I must be strong and brave the wind and waves.
She patted him on the back, obviously there was a lot to say, and when it came to the moment, she couldn't say anything.
It's okay, the rest of your life is long, don't panic.
A poem came from afar:
"Spring feast, a glass of green wine and a song. Worship Chen three wishes again: one wishes Lang Jun is a thousand years old, the second wishes the concubine is always healthy, and the third wish is like Liang Shangyan, and the years will see each other. β
She turned her face sideways, looked back, a little boy with pink carvings and jade masonry walked here while chanting, noticed her gaze, his footsteps froze in place, and when he saw his father leaning over her neck, he hesitated for a moment, and called "Mom".
She looked up at the sun outside through the clouds, the warm light shining on the earth, and the pots of roses on the windowsill bloomed neatly.
The sun is just right, and the sunny day should be cherished.
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