I just took a step back, my long hair dragging and nodding like a dragonfly.

It's been all well lately, just like it has been sixteen years, all is well. It's just that the light from the sky next to the hall makes me dizzy.

"General Liao's sacrifice, the last general will not be able to catch up no matter what." He nodded apologetically to his mother, "The general sacrificed his life for the country, there is no one on the frontier, and yesterday the court issued a holy edict, and Dongli can no longer hide." ”

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Mother asked.

"Now that the situation is tight, Madame knows where the border can stop for a while. In a moment and a half, Dongli will be leaving. He slowly turned his body back to me and said lightly, "I wonder if Miss Liao can go with me?" ”

I?

I looked at my mother and didn't know what it meant. Has anyone ever said that two people who have just met can go to the battlefield together? What's more, how can I endure the long sky and wild sand at the border with such a naked body?

The mother's expression can almost be described as embarrassed. Even though I couldn't see clearly, I clearly felt her embarrassment and overwhelmed. For a long, long time, I waited for an answer. Compared to 16 years, this is such a short moment, but it is the most grinding moment I have in the past 16 years.

My gaze wandered between him and her, but I couldn't see half of it. Until the mother spoke late, she said: "The letter and family letter that your father entrusted to the cronies in the army have been delivered, and he said that he has promised you to ......" She hung her head, only glanced at Jimo quickly from time to time, and said, "I have promised you to the son of Jimo." ”

Promise me to him? What does this mean, and it has some meaning.

I raised my head slightly and looked at Jimo Dongli, his shallow smile was so dazzling in the mourning hall.

He finally shook his head lightly in agreement.

Unconsciously, I stepped back vigorously, my trembling elbow slammed into the sandalwood coffin, only to hear my mother's whisper, I followed the voice, but his figure obscured my already blurred vision.

I then turned my head and looked at my father, who had only been disturbed by me in the coffin. He never cared about me in his life, regarded me as a demon fetus, and didn't look at me for sixteen years, but before he went to the battlefield for the last time, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten me for sixteen years, and promised a marriage in such detail?

However, how can someone like me dare to ask for marriage?

Hanging his head, looking at his side, pale hands, pale long hair. Who knows, this is a sixteen-year-old good Shaohua.

Jimo Dongli, he has a face sharpened on the battlefield, a pair of eyes as dark as night, and skin that is hot in the sun. All these things that are ordinary to ordinary people are such a luxury to me.

Maybe there were too many sins accumulated in the previous life, and I couldn't afford to pay it back, so I dragged it out to this life. Otherwise, perhaps, born in Jiangmen, I will also raise a free and easy temperament like my sister. It's just that now, because of me, she can't be free and easy.

If the King of Jin opens his mouth like that, I am afraid that if he is like this, the Liao family will also be criticized. If I nod my head and agree to this marriage, it will only be a drag on one more person. What's more, such a marriage that doesn't know where to go is concluded, what can it be? Is it worth it for me to meet him, and just because he is not afraid of my appearance, I will leave everything and follow him? I can't give up the flute and the pile of books at the head of the bed. With them by my side, I will be able to survive the next sixteen years. What about the empty consumption of the years, the left of life is just a blurred dream, that is, it is full of many merits, and in the end, it is just dust to dust and dust. If I don't pursue it, if I don't hope for extravagance, I won't be disappointed or sad.

So, I looked at him and shook my head.

I didn't know about such a thing at first, so I just treated it as if it didn't exist.

The mother seemed to want to say something, but he raised her hand to stop her, "It's okay." Thinking about it, Miss Liao and Jimo are just new acquaintances, and since they are like this, Jimo is abrupt. When you can make achievements in the future, you will come back to visit. ”

The blade is close to Hulu, the horse is stepping on the Tianshan Mountain, who doesn't want today's Fuqi man? Even if I have been closed for a long time, it is only that the national strength of Fuqi is now declining, and there will be a shortage of talents. My father once kept a peaceful side on the frontier, but now, he has put his life on the line. I don't know how many people are on the way to defend the country and want to send their lives that have not yet bloomed to a boundless cold.

As he took a step, his mother suddenly said, "Jimo Gongzi!" She just has to wait for some packing, but for a while. You also saw the appearance of this girl...... She doesn't speak much. ”

Indeed, speaking is very rusty.

"Madam, Dongli has no intention of forcing it." His gaze slid lightly over my cheek, as if to say, the origin and the end of the fate, but it was just a trance, he didn't care about those small hours. However, I don't care.

Sunlight is a no-go zone for my eyesight.

He walked into the empty space step by step, and I had to bow my head.

My mother nudged me lightly behind me, but I couldn't see the look on her face that she wanted me to catch up. But I was weak, and she pushed and shoved me so much that I couldn't help but stumble and almost fell. I frowned, and she seemed surprised.

Suddenly, my arm was held hard, and I looked back, it was Jimo Dongli who had just stepped into the sunshine, and I could no longer see it. The folds of his eyebrows furrowed deeply, "What? ”

My gaze fell on his hand holding mine, and I pulled my arm abruptly, striding back, breathing, unconsciously heavier.

I'm afraid of being touched, and even my mother can't help but run away.

I don't remember how it felt to be touched for the first time when I was born, but I know that everyone sees me like a plague and avoids it. Even I am deeply worried about the present and the future.

"I'm afraid, I'm still worried about my son." The mother smirked, "Now I'm a general." ”

His eyes fell on me, but I didn't dare to look up anyway, for fear of seeing the sunlight behind him.

He seemed to smile in a trance, very lightly, "Miss Liao hasn't said half a word to Jimo, I'm afraid she doesn't remember me, but in her heart, she has already had someone's Lang Jun, and she doesn't want to commit herself to me as a rough person." ”

"Whose Langjun is there earlier"? How could he say that about me? It is the naughty smile of youth and ignorance, and this unscrupulous remark sounds sharp and harsh. I glared at him only slightly, and then hurriedly lowered my head again.

"This kid is just shy." Mother tried desperately to explain.

I glanced back slightly annoyed - shy? This is also natural, after all, I am a person who can't even savor the geometry of the sun.

"If that's the case, then it's Jimo's honor." He lightly rolled up his sleeves, "The military plane is important, that is, I can't stop, so I will leave now, and I will ask the people in the house to send the things that I will tell General Liao." ”

On my mother's face, I don't know whether it was a little sad or a little happy: "State affairs are important, I don't dare to keep more generals......"

He turned away, and my mother didn't follow me—his horse was so fast that it was gone. The door of Liao's mansion was slowly closed, and finally there was not even a gap left, and the mother looked at the father in the coffin, sighed, and said, "You should go with him." ”

Let him? Is it my father?

Perhaps, she just wanted to save her father's life, but she didn't want to see me again, so she did everything possible to push me away. It's just that, through me, marrying a person from the Han clan was not her original intention.

Even if his father is also a soldier and a general to save the world, but his father has been criticized all his life, he is invincible in martial arts, and the world admires scribes. That Jimo seems to be still young, how can he take on this big responsibility?

The mother suddenly let out a long sigh and said helplessly: "I have to go to the Jin Palace." ”

The festival is about to begin, and my sister and King Jin are the characters who must be present, however, everything that was originally smooth was annihilated because of my appearance.

Originally, I should have been locked up for the rest of my life, even if it was my father's so-called last life.

Tired.

I looked at my mother's decrepit back, and my heart was just numb, tired to the point of numbness. The last time I looked at the sandalwood coffin, I bowed my head gently, and I was the one who gave me life.

With an umbrella in hand, and hiding under the eaves, I cautiously went back to my cage, which was where I was supposed to be. Sunshine is too luxurious, I am about what I created in my previous life, who I owe, and in this life, I must pay it back. I think about this kind of life, but I can't understand it thoroughly.

Perhaps, I am really a demon who can only cause endless troubles and disasters.

I huddled in the darkest corner, staring at the pile of books on the small table at the head of the bed. At the beginning, those books had been rolled up to the corners, and now, nine years later, they are even more dilapidated. But that's the only thing I have. I also pulled three or four cloth wool as the most common things in a girl's house, but the little "playmate" was only by his side for half a day, and he was thrown out with disgust by the maid who came to clean up routinely. I recognized that expression, and that's the same look they had when they saw me.

At the end of the day, that's it.

I looked at the walls without half a window, at the door that was locked tightly by me, at the candlestick on the desk, which had not been lit in sixteen years, and lay on my knees.

When Mo Dongli left, I suddenly remembered him, why did he come to ask for marriage, wasn't it just for his father's last wish? How can anyone's handsome son marry such a person because of whose words? Fortunately, my father passed away, and I still have three years to keep my filial piety, and after three years, no matter what kind of man I am, I will only remember how terrible I am. What's more, he is the one who is going to go into battle to kill the enemy, and the war drags on, how can he have the leisure to look at me elegantly?

Long hair, entangled underneath. I stroked it gently, but I couldn't straighten the knotted strand of hair.