Mao Lian was tightly strangled, and Ling Xiao looked at his painful face, "Why did you lie to me?

Mao Lian looked at Lingxiao and said with difficulty, "Kill me, Lingxiao, I will accompany you wherever you go, and I will never lie to you again." ”

Lingxiao didn't relax after hearing Mao Lian say this, and suddenly the voice of Xiuyuan sounded under the bridge, "Lingxiao, stop!"

Lingxiao tilted his head, and he ran up with Xiuyuan, seeing this, he flew up and sent a blow to Lingxiao, Lingxiao dodged it, she still didn't let go, and picked up Maolian to block her in front of her.

Xiu Yuan and Unswerving stood in front of her, and the four of them were in a state of stalemate.

"Lingxiao, you let go of my uncle first, there is a misunderstanding. ”

"Xiuyuan" Mao Lian weakly called Xiuyuan, he looked at his nephew and shook his head, the corners of his mouth actually squeezed out a smile, that smile began to appear after he learned that Lingxiao was back, Xiuyuan later understood that the meaning of the smile was just relief.

Lingxiao stared at Xiu Yuan and Unswerving, "Don't you think it's too ridiculous for you to misunderstand a dead soul?"

Mao Lian looked at Xiu Yuan and shook her head again, "Xiu Yuan, I am responsible for the decisions I make, there is only so much I can do for this family, you let me solve the matter between me and Lingxiao by myself, okay?"

Xiu Yuan looked at his uncle with wide eyes, Mao Lian was still smiling, he turned around slowly, Lingxiao's white bones were against his chest, he looked straight at Lingxiao, and stroked her face with his hand, "I'm late, Lingxiao, I will never leave you again, accompany you." As he spoke, he stepped forward violently, Lingxiao's white bones were deeply inserted into his chest, and suddenly the blood flowed, Lingxiao was stunned, Mao Lian hugged her cold body, "It's so cold in the river, are you cold?"

Mao Lian's breath was faint, and his head hung down and rested on Lingxiao's shoulder

Lingxiao was stunned, her arm was still in Maolian's body, and finally she came back to her senses, Maolian had no breath, the blood stained the two people red along his clothes, Lingxiao hugged Maolian from behind with her other hand, she closed her eyes, and a tear slipped out.

Xiu Yuan and Unswerving were stunned, standing stupidly in place, the rain stopped, and the junction of the sky and the river began to show the light of the rising sun.

Lingxiao pulled her hand out of Maolian's body and put him on the ground, Maolian's face was unusually calm, Xiu Yuan stepped forward to look at Lingxiao, she lowered her head and touched Maolian's already cold face, "I respect my uncle's meaning, but I must tell you the truth." ”

Xiu Yuan squatted down and took out the letter left by Mao Lian, Ling Xiao took it, Jun Xiu's familiar handwriting was indeed from Mao Lian's hand, Ling Xiao's empty black eyes had a hint of sparkle after reading the letter, and her eyes were completely moist, she closed her eyes and lowered her head, her long hair hung down and put it on Mao Lian's face, Ling Xiao's lips were on Mao Lian's forehead, she kissed Mao Lian's cold forehead heavily, but the man with a calm face no longer opened his eyes, it was he who chose death with his own hands, because he chose death to make him completely calm, he wanted to accompany Ling Xiao and never leave。

Xiu Yuan looked at his uncle's peaceful face, and he finally understood his uncle's smile, which was a relieved smile. The vicissitudes of life, as if after twenty years of years and longing, returned to the evening that made Maolian suffer these tribulations.

Mao Lian and Lingxiao's conversation was all listened to by Lao Li's housekeeper, he stood behind the doorpost and saw Mao Lian hurriedly go back to the room to pack up his things, so Lao Li's housekeeper told Li Maochun all this, Mao Chun was shocked and told his father again, just like that, when Mao Lian was packing up in the room, the door was locked from the outside, Mao Lian felt that something was wrong and immediately knocked on the door, "Open the door and let me out!"

Mao Chun listened outside the door, "Mao Lian, don't be willful anymore, for the sake of a Qinglou woman, you can't do without your father, you don't want this family, we are for your good." ”

Mao Lian turned from slamming the door to kicking the door, all of a sudden, the door panel was shaking, and soon the family came, Master Li glared at his son's door from the outside, and there was a son who broke his heart inside, he raised his finger and pointed at the door tremblingly, "Nail, nail the door and window for me." ”

So the family members nailed the doors and windows one after another, holding the door panels prepared in advance.

Mao Lian listened to the sound of the hammer knocking on the door inside, he kicked the door like crazy, threw the objects in the room on the door, the window, the chair, the candlestick, everything that could be thrown up and could become lethal in his eyes was smashed out by him, but all this struggle was in vain, Mao Lian yelled like crazy, "Open the door, open the door!"

The doors and windows were still not open, and the nailed doors and windows blocked the light, and the room was chaotic and dark.

In the end, the exhausted Mao Lian threw himself out, he slammed the door with his body, and his whole body trembled, his head, hands and feet, all scars, blood flowed down his face, Mao Lian hurt himself until he finally fainted and then slipped off little by little and finally collapsed on the ground, until the moment his body touched the cold ground, his eyes looked straight at the ceiling, and there was a smile in front of him, she stood there with a light smile, and tears slipped out of the corners of Mao Lian's eyes.

"I'm sorry, Lingxiao, I'm sorry—"

I don't know how many days later, Mao Lian thought he was dead, and when he opened his eyes, he was still lying on his bed, and Steward Xiao Li was standing next to his bed.

Mao Lian immediately struggled to get up after seeing all this, and Steward Xiao Li held him down, "Second Young Master, don't move, you are seriously injured." ”

"Don't touch me, I'm going to find Lingxiao. Mao Lian was still struggling, Xiao Li's housekeeper's hand was loose, and Mao Lian hurriedly got out of bed and put on her shoes.

Steward Li looked at him in a hurry, "Second Young Master, Lingxiao is dead." ”

Mao Lian froze there, and only after half a sound did she slowly raise her head and look at Steward Xiao Li, "Dead-?"

Steward Xiao Li nodded, "It was suicide by throwing herself into the river, and the next day Lord Guan waited to marry her in Yanyulou, carrying a sedan chair, a grand welcoming procession, when passing by the stone bridge, no one expected that Miss Lingxiao jumped out of the sedan chair and committed suicide by throwing herself into the river." ”

Mao Lian felt the world spin for a while, he sat down on the bed, his hand pressed his forehead, and Steward Li walked over, with a burden in his hand, "This is what Miss Lingxiao left behind when she came to you that day before she died." ”

Mao Lian choked and took the burden, and as soon as she opened it, she saw that the painting also had a phoenix cloak, as if Lingxiao was standing in front of him with a peach blossom face and wearing the phoenix cloak, "Mao Lian, I want to marry you in this wedding dress." ”

Mao Lian's eyes couldn't see clearly, because tears flooded his eyes, and he muttered, "It's late, it's too late for anything." ”

"Second Young Master," Steward Xiao Li stepped forward and touched his back.

Mao Lian shook her head, "You go out." ”

For three days, Mao Lian locked herself in the room, no one was seen, and on the morning of the fourth day, Master Li finally couldn't help it, and broke open his son's door with Mao Chun, the house was empty, and Mao Lian had long been gone.

Mao Lian rode a horse away, he didn't know where he was going, he stopped when he passed the stone bridge, stood on the side of the corridor and looked at the river, this is where Lingxiao jumped down, the dark and cold river water was as calm as death, Mao Lian took out a knife and carved the line of words on the stone bridge corridor, when his fingers pressed the knife to engrave the words, the blood was cut out by the knife, the blood seeped into the words, Mao Lian continued as if he was unconscious, let the blood flow down his hands, until the carving was finished, he looked at the stone bridge blankly, and then began to laugh and drive away on the horse

"I didn't even leave a single letter. Maolian's departure also made Master Li sick, and he was sick in bed and recited this sentence.

To the first seven of Lingxiao, many people said that they saw a woman in red sitting on the stone bridge outside the bridge, that was probably Lingxiao came back, and then Lord Guan suddenly died, and many people died in the house, and the town caused panic for a while, the Li family has always had a good relationship with the abbot of Guoqing Temple, and then Maochun invited the abbot master, did the ritual on the stone bridge, overtook the soul, and buried a small Buddha under the river embankment, which calmed the anger of the soul.

The morning light on the horizon has gradually begun to appear, and the rising sun is about to rise along the river, Xiu Yuan looked at Lingxiao who was still distracted and hugged Mao Lian unmoved.

"Lingxiao," Xiu Yuan called her, "the sun is coming out." ”

Lingxiao slowly raised her head, the sunlight hit her snow-white face, the complexion was close to transparent, and she stood in front of Lingxiao without blocking the sunlight, "You go quickly, Lingxiao, the sun is coming out." Lingxiao closed his eyes and shook his head, "I'm not leaving, Maolian is here, I won't leave again, I waited for twenty years just to ask him a word, it turns out that I don't blame him, I really don't blame him, he didn't bear me, he came to beg for death, I killed Maolian," Lingxiao smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I waited for him for so many years, I thought I wanted him to die, and left a wisp of soul in the world like me, but now I know that I don't want him to die, I just want to ask him a word, ask him why he didn't come, why he didn't bear me, that's all." ”

"Lingxiao," Xiu Yuan frowned, squatting down, Lingxiao's face was no longer hideous, and the snow-white and miserable face became transparent in the sun, it was a peerless and beautiful face, and a faint smile finally appeared on that face.

"Thank you for cultivating your fate," Lingxiao looked at him, "I'm going to be gone, it turns out that I still can't be with him." ”

Lingxiao's hand holding Maolian began to be transparent, then the arms and bodies, and finally the face, at the moment when the sun really rose, Lingxiao suddenly lowered his head and kissed Maolian's forehead, and tears flowed from the corners of the eyes of the unjust soul, gradually becoming transparent until they disappeared.

Mao Lian's body fell, and Xiu Yuan squatted down to catch his uncle's cold body, and his uncle's body was surrounded by a touch of smoke that was close to transparent, and there was a little color in the sun, and he refused to leave.

Mao Lian's letter paper also floated down, and she caught it casually, and the last of the letter was Mao Peng's "Regret to Fly": the rain and clouds are unintentional, and the lonely morning and twilight. Tonight in the depths of the mountain, the broken soul divides the tide back.

Those were the words embroidered on Lingxiao's handkerchief and taught to her by Mao Lian.

At Xiuyuan's insistence, Mao Chun finally agreed to bury Mao Lian by the river and bury her with Lingxiao's clothed mound.

Xiu Yuan looked at this new tomb and asked unswervingly, "Since your uncle decided to come back with us, he made this decision?" Xiu Yuan sighed, "He didn't tell Lingxiao the truth in person, he just wanted to take the responsibility himself, even if Lingxiao hated him, he only hated him alone, he said that this is what he could do for the Li family, and in the end he just begged for death, but he just wanted to die in Lingxiao's hands, I think this ending is really a relief for him, otherwise even if Lingxiao forgives him, he is also a person of yin and yang." ”

"The light spirit stone steps are invaded by the sunset, and the clouds and cliffs are windy and moony. "I remembered the line of words on the stone bridge and read it out casually, "In the past twenty years, the wind has blown away, and an earth-shattering affair has finally left only a lonely soul here, and a line of handwriting on the stone bridge that will never disappear." ”

Xiu Yuan looked at it and smiled, "There will always be something else to remember." ”

After the rain, the stone bridge bloomed with a different kind of brilliance, standing crystal on the river surface under the morning sun, Xiu Yuan looked at it unswervingly, "Let's go." ”

Unswerving nodded, followed Xiu Yuan and left here.

A few days after the Li family finished Maolian's funeral, Mo Chou finally came back, and as soon as she saw Xiu Yuan, she greeted her excitedly, "Xiu Yuan." ”

Xiu Yuan saw Mo Chou who was dusty, he was stunned at first, and then smiled, "You're back." Is your master well, has he recovered?"

"En," Mo Chou couldn't hide his excitement, nodding his head, "It's fine, I've been taking care of him for so many days, and now that he's healed and has gone around to live the days of idle clouds and wild cranes, I'll come back." ”

"That's great, it's good to be fine. Xiu Yuan still smiled.

"Nothing happened at home in the past few days since I left, right?" Mo Chou was in a hurry to see Xiuyuan, and then he saw Bai Aya hanging in the house, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and his eyes widened, "Someone in the family has died?!" "It's my uncle." Xiu Yuan replied.

"Your uncle?" Mo Chou's eyes widened, "Why haven't I heard you say it before." ”

"I'll talk to you slowly. Xiu Yuan smiled, Mo Chou still had dust on his face, "Looking at you like this, it must be a bump in the road, go wash and rest first." ”

"Eun Zhen rushed back non-stop. Mo Chou squinted his eyes and smiled, and casually hooked Xiu Yuan's arm, Xiu Yuan glanced at Mo Chou's hand on his body, and there was a trace of indescribable feeling in his heart, Mo Chou still smiled, she didn't know what was going on these days.