The song came from very close to her, as if she could see the girls picking plums in the forest with baskets on their backs as long as she turned a few plum trees. The plum forest is lush and cloudy, isolating the early summer sun, unconsciously turning to the shade, Zhang Yan looked up, and the figures of the girls picking plums between the branches can be faintly seen.

The girls sang a paragraph, took a breath, giggled, and continued to sing, "There are plums, but in fact, there are three Xi." Ask me to be a gentleman, and I will be in the future. ”

(The plums that have fallen to the ground have been thirty percent of the plums on the trees.) Those lads who like me, hurry up and seize the good time at this moment. ）

Zhang Yan suddenly remembered that on the winter afternoon of Changle Palace that year, the young man in Xuanyi walked down from the long steps of the front hall and stretched out his hand in front of him.

Many years later, she could still remember the gentle color of his eyes, the faint wheat color of slender fingers, and the veins that were faintly flushed under his skin.

Uncle.

She called him his uncle for so many years, but she never thought he was really her uncle.

The woman's singing voice was suddenly interspersed with one or two male voices, as if they were intertwined in the eternal wilderness. The girls screamed with joy and dodged away, and their singing voices suddenly became uneven, "There are plums, and the basket is falling." Ask me to be a gentleman, and I will say it. ”

(Plums that have fallen to the ground, hurry up and fill them with baskets.) Those lads who like me, please don't be afraid to speak up. ）

The fan fell from his weakened hand and fell into the dust, stained with a little mud.

Zhang Yan hugged her waist and slowly squatted down, a tear dripping from her eyes, down her cheeks, and falling into the soil. There was no sound.

Her love, from beginning to end, is indescribable.

The first time she saw the teenager, she warned herself not to fall in love with him, not to fall in love with him. He was her uncle, and they were not a man and a woman who could be together.

On the night after visiting the Ming Female Pavilion Hou Xu Cheng, she asked Tu Yu, "What do you think?" Isn't it a good thing to know the past and the future? ”

Tu Yu said without sorrow. "Of course. That way, you'll never do anything wrong. ”

"Not necessarily," she said. Sometimes knowing too much can become a burden. ”

And she's carrying that burden.

If she is just that pure Zhang Yan, she can always respect and love the young man as a simple uncle. Eternal life will never make a wave. But she wasn't. When she knew that this warm and smiling teenager was her destined husband, how could she treat him as a simple elder if you wanted her?

This is a paradox.

And not far from her, the young men and women of Caimei frolicked to their heart's content, and one teenager cleared his throat and sang a love song to the girls in front of him.

"Guan Guan Ju Dove. In the river island, my fair lady and gentleman are good. ”

Zhang Yan suddenly had a trace of envy for the young men and women outside who sang love songs to each other.

Maybe. They don't have a noble background, they don't have a wealthy family, they don't even have beautiful faces, they need to work hard every day to have a stable dinner after the sun goes down, they occasionally love something, but they always have to think about the younger siblings at home who are waiting to be fed and endure the pain. But they lived calmly enough. They have a vigorous vitality and enjoy the hearty youth of sweat running down their foreheads. Most importantly, if they have a sweetheart, they can say love out loud.

Admit it, Zhang Yan, you're a coward.

She picked up the fan that fell at her feet, and on the fan made by Qi Xuan, the parrot jumped up and down in the cage, and a pair of dark eyes like beans seemed to be looking at her intently.

The year before last, she sent the fan she made by herself to Zhang Kai, and after Zhang Kai painted the fan, she sent it back to her.

She once asked him, "Why do you want to paint this caged bird?" ”

Zhang Kai's reply told some other things, but he avoided answering her question.

Later, she vaguely understood that this caged bird was Zhang Kai's painting of himself. The cage he writes about is the one who should be in the world, and the bird that is tightly trapped by the steel cage is the one who wants to soar into the sky but can't.

The greatest misfortune of the world is that these two selves are usually contradictory.

And now, looking at this fan, she feels that she is also the bird trapped in the cage and trying to spread its wings and fly high.

Everyone has a caged bird.

For Zhang Kai, his caged bird is the one who is stunning but succumbs to his eldest brother and has to make the most of his talents. For her, her caged bird is the self who obviously wants to love but doesn't even have the qualifications to love. Her iron cage is the heart of all kinds of morality and ethics in this world, and the bird locked in the iron cage is herself, and her true heart.

She kept telling herself that she couldn't get close to that teenager, she couldn't fall in love with that teenager. Before today, she always thought she had done it, but she wasn't, she just, she just hid it from herself. Her cage locked up her birds, so she only saw the cold cage, and she couldn't see the bird inside that looked at the sky and longed for the taste of flying.

Everyone has a caged bird in their hearts. No matter how beautiful or ugly the bird is, its desire to fly is the same. As she made the admonished steel into a cage, her bird was peering at the boy through the crack in the cage, assessing and intimacy while she knew it. People's hearts are always like this, the more they are not allowed to do it, the more they have to do it, and when they can't turn back, it will be vicissitudes. She thought her cage was indestructible, but she didn't know that at the slightest opportunity, it would fall to the ground. So the instinctive and moral self sensed the crisis, so he hid back in Xuanping blindfolded, didn't look at it, didn't listen to it, didn't think about all the news from Chang'an, and turned himself busy from morning to night, just so that he didn't have the opportunity to think about his real self. But you might as well come across this song "You Youmei" here.

This is a love song about girls who bravely pursue the love of their hearts.

It stretched out its fingers and touched it lightly, and the fortress in her heart collapsed. Her heart cage was broken, and the bird trapped in the cage raised its head to the sky and screamed, spread its wings and flew out, with a graceful posture, and flew very high.

She couldn't keep it back off.

With just a bow, she could remember what he looked like.

Just a love song. She can see her true heart.

But what about after seeing your sincerity?

What are we going to do? Liu Ying.

How can you not love him, that gentle, kind and considerate teenager.

She remembered that in the early summer of the first year of Emperor Hui, she was walking alone, startled a horse on the streets of Xinfeng, accidentally bumped into a scoundrel, and was very entangled and restrained.

Every girl has a knight's dream in her heart. I waited for my boy at the right time and place in my life, but he was not the right person for me.

Zhang Yan suddenly remembered many years ago, the python wife at night when it was raining meteor showers. She and Luo Mi sit on the rooftop, and when they talk about their dreams for their future partner, Luo Mi says that she wants to marry a hero. Facing the wind, invincible, and omnipotent. As she said this, the corners of her lips turned up, and shooting stars streaked across the sky, reflecting her eyes as bright as stars.

That night, she also made a devout wish for the night sky full of shooting stars.

I don't want heroes.

Heroes are glamorous on the surface, but because of that. He didn't have much energy to give to the person he really loved. I want a man who is handsome but not too handsome, smart but not too smart, kind but not stupid, gentle but not feminine, considerate but not mother-in-law. But most of all, he wants to be good to me.

When everyone's eyes are on other things, he is the only one who remembers me. I am the most important but irreplaceable existence in his heart.

Don't ask for priceless treasures, don't ask for heroes, I want to have a heart, and I don't leave the white head.

I easily waited for my man, but he was not someone who could be with me in the worldly sense. I had to admonish myself. Far away from him. But I missed him after I left him. On that winter afternoon in Changle Palace, when she cried and tears were blurred. Look up and see him for the first time. It's like a fledgling born naked in this world, and sees the first person who treats him well as a psychological dependence. In this world without Guan'er, he has become her most important person.

So, she couldn't really stay away from him.

There has never been a way.

She thought she was crying in the dark, but in fact it was just a small sob, and no one could hear her. Outside a few plum trees, young men and women were laughing and playing, and more men began to sing, their voices hoarse and not beautiful, but with a simple feeling:

"Jagged wattles, flowing left and right. My Fair Lady, I covet it. I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it. Leisurely wandering, tossing and turning. ”

I still remember that year, the twilight of spring. Let's go to the Weishui River. Countless young men and women threw their favorite opposite sex with peaches and plums, and you and Chen Hu also threw melons and fruits at each other.

And I sat on the riverbank, looking at the bright spring riverbank, and countless men and women playing on the riverbank, thinking that this was really a good era, and suddenly my head hurt, but it was you who made a mistake and smashed a plum on my head.

I was ashamed and annoyed, and I didn't give up, so you had to put down Sister Hu to coax me. Promised me countless sugar-fried chestnuts, and osmanthus cakes.

At that time, the spring was just right, and you were young.

"Jagged wattles, picked left and right. My Fair Lady, Friends of the Piano. Jagged wattles, left and right, fair lady, bells and drums. ”

Fate set up the stage, I put on a good costume and acted in a play with you, and I entered the play deeply, and I didn't seem to be able to distinguish between inside and outside the play. I'm not the lady you want, and I can't be your lady. So Liu Ying, what should we do? Can you tell me what we should do?

The boys' singing gradually became neat, and they confided their warm love to the girl, and through several plum trees, they could not know that there was a girl crying in the dark.

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Finally picked up this veil, what does it feel like?

It seems that there is a female first-growth in my family.

In addition, he whispered to his fingers, do you still have pink tickets, donate them to paste wallpaper for my family's Jiaofang Palace, where Ah Yan is about to get married.

Strive to create a new house with pink and pink.

Anyway, when the pink ticket came out, I thought the name was quite thunderous, but now that I'm used to shouting, I'm actually adapting to it.

Man is truly an extremely adaptable animal.