The hour was not early, Yun Zixiang's family said goodbye, and said in his mouth: "I will come often in the future!" ”

In the carriage, Yun Zixiang was a little tired, and fell asleep leaning on Chu Qi'an's shoulder

Yan Yan was in her father's arms, a little noisy, and Chu Qi'an reasoned with her in a whisper

"My mother is asleep, let's not quarrel with her."

I don't know if she understands or not, but her eyes are open and she doesn't know what to think

Then she touched her forehead with her fleshy fingers, and said in a glutinous and soft tone: "Mother... Mother. ”

Chu Qi'an was a little surprised, afraid of waking up the person next to him, so he moved a little smaller: "When my mother wakes up, you call her again, she will be very happy to see it!" ”

Yan Yan nodded as if he didn't understand

.......

In Huzhou in June, the weather was sunny and the air was a little hot, Yun Zixiang was lying on a rocking chair, one hand flashing a fan, and the other hand holding tea, admiring the excellent lotus flowers blooming in her yard

Yan Yan can already walk, but he is still a little shaky, and he needs to be taken care of by others

"Mother!" She screamed

Yun Zixiang responded when he heard this, picked up his daughter and smiled at her, "Where is your father?" Didn't he take you out on the street today? ”

Yan Yan's words were a little unclear, but because of Yun Zixiang's understanding of her expression, they should have come back early

Sure enough, when he heard Chu Qi'an's footsteps behind him, he took a lotus flower to himself, she took it, and laughed at him to make herself happy

Chu Qi'an hugged Yan Yan down: "Okay, let's go play by yourself!" ”

Then he ordered his men to take her to the front yard

The fragrance of the lotus flower lingered on the tip of his nose, and he didn't know where he picked it from, so he was a little puzzled: "Could it be from .....?"

Chu Qi'an hurriedly denied: "How dare I? It's out of town! ”

"You're out of town?"

"The dim sum is delicious." He dragged a stool and sat down next to her

Yun Zixiang looked at him, "How do you know?" Expression

"My mother-in-law told me."

Yes, Yun Zixiang likes to eat dim sum from outside the city, and he bought it in the market before, but because he was old, he moved the shop to his home.

"Is there a lotus pond outside the city?"

Chu Qi'an responded

"Then I'll die and I'll be buried there, okay?"

"Good! We are all buried there! Chu Qi'an held her hand

Yun Zixiang knew what he meant, but he was silent and looked into the distance lightly

"It's getting windy, you can go inside and help me with that blanket!"

"Good!"

Yun Zixiang looked at his back, held the lotus stem in his hand tightly, closed his eyes, and enjoyed a moment of tranquility

Chu Qi'an opened the cabinet and took out the blanket, and suddenly, a piece of stationery floated out of it, and he picked it up to check it

[My husband prays for peace, see the words as faces, when you see this letter, I may have passed away, only you and Yan Yan can not let go of this life, my wife has three wishes, one wish for good health, two wishes for constant joy, and three wishes for no obsession; Rong Ma is handsome, the water is like this, and you can't wander alone. In this life, there is no way, and the love is shallow. It's a luxury to steal day and night, and the sky has mercy on me. Inherit a promise, and you will practice it in the next life; On the banks of the Qingqing River, ordinary people, coarse clothes and weak tea, a total of white heads, and a long stay. Wife Zixiang】

Chu Qi'an thought of something, ran out like crazy, and the last thing she saw was a quiet sleeping face, she was no longer breathing!

He felt that the sky was about to be stepped on, and he only cared about holding her and crying, his heart seemed to be torn apart, and when he held her, the desperate pain was so clear and familiar, as if it was like this thousands of years ago, holding her corpse, and dreaming of growing old together.

Lost again and again, he couldn't stand the pain, and he couldn't even breathe. Then he jerked backwards, and collapsed in a stream of screams and shouts.

He had lost her again, and this time completely!

........

On June 16, the 16th year of Jinghe, the princess Yun of Nan'an, Dachu, died of illness at the age of 20

Yun Zixiang died on her favorite summer day, and was also buried next to the lotus pond outside her hometown in Huzhou

End of book

{Author big: The ending is be, thank you very much for your support and companionship, look forward to it!} ｝