What appears in front of me is a landscape painting.

On the painting, it is a slope on the side of a mountain, with strange rocks, lush vegetation, and clouds gathering at the zenith, as if a great storm is coming, and the mountain is more and more dangerous.

The painting is very good, the pen is like a god, you can see the big hills and ravines in the chest of the painter, the dangerous slopes, the smoke and clouds, the strange beauty that was originally only stored in the heaven and the earth, was transformed into the paper by a pen and a pool of ink, as if this is not a painting, but a living beauty.

My gaze fell on the top of the mountain, a red shadow.

It was as if it was a figure, draped in a red veil, being lifted high by the cold wind of the mountain.

The shadow is so small that it can almost be brushed aside in the form of this painting, but the person who painted it doesn't seem to think so. Even if it is such a small stroke, it seems to be injected with thousands of thoughts, and that red shadow reveals a kind of slenderness, compared to the surrounding mountains and rocks and trees, it seems extraordinarily slender, but there is a sense of existence that people can't help but pay attention to.

As soon as I saw this scene, my heart suddenly jumped.

Xi shan......

Windy ......

Blowing red yarn ......

Fu Badai's poem in Jixian Hall came to my mind at this moment, I suddenly felt something, and hurriedly grabbed the scroll and looked at its corner, where there was a red seal printed, and the painter's signature-

The Seal of Yan Mu.

On the sixth day of the ninth month of the year of Guisi, the cloud red peak of the West Mountain, has to meet the shadow of the sun

There was a buzz in my head, and the fingers holding the scroll spasmed uncontrollably, crumpling the edges of the scroll, and when I looked at the red shadow again, I fully understood the meaning of the two lines of poetry that Fu Badai had chanted at the beginning.

The wind in the west mountain blows the red yarn urgently, which was originally the flower in the dream of King Xiang.

Many people will exaggerate and embellish when they write poems, I thought those two lines of poetry were just his meaning, but I didn't expect that this scene in the poem was true.

The red shadow on the painting is-

"Miss."

My thoughts were interrupted, and I raised my head and saw Yan Zhong respectfully saying to me: "The eldest lady has recently left the cabinet, which is the top priority in Xichuan, and the young lady really shouldn't make a hasty decision and act in a hurry." The head of the family was deeply saddened. ”

“……”

"This painting is a congratulatory gift from the head of the family to the villain."

“……”

"The main villain of the family told the eldest lady that as a person, trace back to the source, and return to the roots. The eldest lady has been away from Sichuan for more than ten years - it's time to go home. ”

My back was cold, and I looked up at him.

Yan Qingchen wants me to go back again?

Since Uncle Ai passed away in Kichijo Village, the relationship between me and Nishikawa has become weaker and weaker, but he gave me this painting as a congratulatory gift when I got married. When I left Xichuan and caused my own death, it wasn't a break between me and Xichuan, just to cut off their control over me, I don't have much nostalgia for Xichuan anymore, he knows this very well, but some people and things can't be separated no matter what.

The one who paints, the one who paints......

So, he had the painting delivered.

Also, is it a coincidence that Li'er just disappeared and his people came? Or-

I raised my head and was about to ask, when a hand reached over and gently covered my hand, and when I turned my head, it was Pei Yuanxiu, who was looking at me gently, with a message in his eyes.

I was stunned, and there was no exit to the inquiry.

At this time, Pei Yuanxiu said to Yan Zhong: "Whether my wife wants to go back to Xichuan or not, our husband and wife will decide." The envoy must have been very tired after a long journey here, so it is better to go and rest first. ”

Yan Zhong glanced at us, didn't say anything, took a step back, and saluted respectfully: "Thank you, Miss." Thank you, Childe. ”

Pei Yuanxiu made a gesture, and Butu, who was waiting at the door, stepped forward and led Yan Zhong down.

There was a moment of silence in the hall.

The sisters of the Han family all looked at me, each with their own thoughts in their eyes, but they didn't speak, I was still holding the painting, but my mind was like being blown by the cold wind on the painting, and it was all messed up.

At this time, the warm big hand reached over again, and gently rolled up the picture that I had pinched a little wrinkled, and then took my hand, I raised my head, met his gentle eyes, and said softly: "Go back to the house to rest first, you haven't eaten or drunk for a day." What's the matter, we think slowly. ”

I was almost carried back to the inner courtyard by him.

This cave house, which was red and happy a few days ago, has now regained its former calm and elegance, but at this moment, there is a bit of silence in the quiet.

I was gently put on the bed by him, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me for a while, reached out and stroked my pale face, and said softly, "Can you eat something first?" If you don't eat for a day, your body will collapse. ”

I shook my head gently, and was about to speak, but he stretched out a finger and nodded to my lips, saying, "Don't say you can't eat." You have to eat a little bit no matter what, Li'er hasn't been found yet, you can't collapse. ”

His voice was gentle, so gentle that it was almost impossible to refuse. I looked at him for a moment and nodded slightly.

The servants quickly sent something, but he thought that I really couldn't eat anything, so he ordered them to prepare the soup. After the things were delivered, he personally took the dishes, carefully scooped a spoonful, blew it gently, and then brought it to my lips. I looked at him, didn't say anything, opened my mouth and drank.

So he fed it, I ate, and after a while, I drank a small half bowl.

Although my heart is still tormented, it is true that it is not as uncomfortable as just now, and I feel so uncomfortable that I am almost about to faint. I sat at the head of the bed, looking at the scroll of paintings in my hand, and I just felt that I couldn't figure it out, and it was a headless mess.

If it were just this painting, I wouldn't be so frightened; If it was just a matter of leaving my son, I wouldn't be so depressed, but now that the affairs of the two of them appear in front of me together, my whole person is already in chaos.

Mother...... Leaving the ......

Leaving the ...... Mother......

At this time, Pei Yuanxiu put the dishes on the table, walked back and sat on the edge of the bed, he looked at me for a while, and then looked at the scroll in my hand.

I glanced at him, and I looked at the painting as well.

He didn't ask about my life experience, but with his sensitivity and experience, he must have been clear from the time Pei Yuanfeng and his party came. So, he asked, I'm not surprised.

He doesn't ask...... I'm not surprised either.

The two of them were silent, for a moment only the breath of me and him were left in the room, and the rustle of the wind outside through the bamboo leaves, and the quiet inner courtyard was still quiet at this moment, but in the silence there was a surge of panic.

I don't know how long he was silent, he breathed a sigh of relief, gently stretched out his hand and grabbed my hand, and said softly: "If you have any decision, you have to sue me first." ”

I looked up at him, and after a while, said, "What about you?" What do you think about this? ”

He looked down and thought for a while, then looked at me and said, "This time, maybe you really want to go to Xichuan." ”

“……”

"First, that Yan Qingchen must go back and see you. Even if it doesn't work out this time, he will have a next time. ”

I couldn't help but sneer in my heart.

Yes, it's been more than ten years, some people may believe that I am dead, and some people have forgotten me even if they know that I am not dead, but he, like a nightmare that cannot be dispelled, is always there, watching me, coveting me.

He didn't use his hands to rob people, but his methods were more powerful than Ming robbery.

This painting alone, even if Li'er is not in his hands, is destined to make me unable to calm down anymore.

Besides, leaving the child ......

Thinking of this, my breathing was a little disordered, Pei Yuanxiu continued: "Second, Li'er just disappeared today, and his person arrived, I think, this should not be a coincidence. He looked me in the eye and said, "Do you remember, when they were in Jiujiang, they made a move." ”

“……”

"This time we were negligent, perhaps, Li'er is really in their hands."

When I mentioned the previous attack on Jiujiang, I gritted my teeth and grabbed the sheets under me.

Yes, they had attacked Li'er once before, but they were rescued by Shen Xiaokun by chance, but with the first time, there will be a second time, and it is indeed not strange that they will attack Li'er again.

Looking at my pale face and angry eyes, Pei Yuanxiu didn't speak, only stayed by my side, I don't know how long it took, I finally spoke, word by word: "Okay, since he wants me to go back, I will go back." ”

“……”

"I want to go back and see, he saw me, what else is there to say!"

“……”

"If he dares to hurt Li'er, he dares to let my daughter suffer a little grievance-" I didn't finish my words, I only gritted my teeth and gurgled, and an almost bloody fierceness surged up.

You'd better not, better not hurt my daughter, better not.

Pei Yuanxiu looked at me, didn't speak for a while, and after a long while, he said softly: "Okay, if you want to go back, I will accompany you." ”

I looked up at him, "You, too?" ”

"Of course I'm going." His eyes were still gentle and firm: "No matter what you decide, I, as a husband, will definitely accompany you." ”

“……”

I was a little speechless for a while, not knowing what to say, but after a long silence, he reached out and gently took me into his arms, caressing my back and saying softly: "You forget, we are already husband and wife, and husbands and wives should share weal and woe." No matter where you're going, I'll be with you all the time. ”

His cheeks pressed against his warm chest, and I felt so strong and firm together, and his smell and body temperature slowly infected my body, as if to help me drive away the cold and panic. In the sound of his heartbeat, I finally dispelled the remaining uneasiness in my heart, and nodded lightly: "Hmm." ”