Xia Yan also came closer to see, "Is this the piano score?" Although he couldn't recognize the specifics, he still recognized the clue when he saw the words and phrases that referred to the number of strings supplemented by symbols, "It was left by your mother?"

"I don't know......" Shen Fengming's tone was still restrained, "why did she ...... To leave this ......"

"It was already dark when he read this letter, and perhaps the original handwriting had faded, and he didn't see the words of rejection—but instead, he read this paragraph?" Xia Yan paused, "What does this song mean?"

"It doesn't matter what kind of song it is......" Shen Fengming just said to himself, "I don't know ...... anyway"

"How do you know he doesn't know? Maybe he can read it, but you don't know it. Xia Yan said and turned his gaze to okra, which met his gaze slightly, then turned away and explained: "This is a song by Ling Yin, even if you know the score, it is impossible to know what the name of this song is, let alone what the corresponding words are." ”

Xia Yan let out a light "oh", and still asked, "But what does this song say?"

"It's a short piece composed by Ling Yin according to Bai Letian's quatrain 'Twilight River Yin', which is only half of it, corresponding to the last two sentences of the quatrain, which was originally ...... It's nothing special, just appreciating the moonrise by the river. ”

"Is that the 'Twilight River Yin' who 'dew is like a real pearl and the moon is like a bow?'" Xia Yan suddenly said, "It seems that she is the pair of pearl earrings that she echoes with this?" his tone was a little uncertain.

Okra's expression was also a little uncertain. If this sentence alone doesn't seem to be enough to show that she has affection for the bones, but since she has bothered to stay, there are always some reasons.

"What's the point......" Shen Fengming was stunned by the speculation of the two, "If he can't see it, what's the point? If he sees it but can't recognize it, what's the point? Even if he knows it, but the person has gone, what's the point? Why do you do it when you know it's meaningless?"

"Feng Ming?" Xia Yan's tone was a little inquiring. He knew that it was useless to speculate with okra, and if there was really any inside story in these two poems, he could only ask Shen Fengming.

"Poor on the third night of the first month of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a ......bow," Shen Fengming muttered, "I don't know about it, but the third day of the ninth month ...... It's our ...... The first time I met the bone-chilling day. ”

He didn't look up, "That night he carved the tablet of that man thoroughly, and he engraved on the back the words 'three nights of the ninth month, through the bones,' and every time I wiped it, I would touch it, so I remember this day very clearly." Originally...... She remembered that night as well. She also felt ...... It was a night to remember. - But why don't you say it? If it's really affectionate, why do you write those words of rejection?"

"Listen to me. Okra pressed his slightly trembling right hand, "I can understand your mother's thoughts." ”

Shen Fengming raised his face to look at her.

Okra bit her lip. "When she wrote this, I thought—not for the sake of the bones—but for herself. She didn't ask if he could see it, she didn't ask if he could see it, and she didn't ask if he would see it again in the future. Those - all left to teach the providence, but their own thoughts, there must be a place to sustenance and goodbye. I know, as you said, she is not a worldly person, and she should not care about the world's eyes, but should act from her heart. But maybe it's herself who she can't get around. Maybe she's angry that she still can't fully forgive Kurozhu who killed your father, and maybe there are so many reasons that we don't know that she has no choice but to refuse. But she used the 'magic book', and she was still looking forward to it in her heart, and one day in the future, when she thought of her from the bone, she would not see those cold words, but this piece of music that would accompany him for a long time. ”

Shen Fengming's eyes were only sad, "If we never see each other again, will he miss you in the future, why will he be by his side, and what does it have to do with you?"

"It would be good if all the sloving people in the world could get their way. But sometimes, although there is affection, they have to be separated. "Okra Road. "Even if there is no more to do with it in the future, at that moment, I still want to tell people in a way. ”

Shen Fengming looked at her, and then at Xia Yan, "Do you think that's the case too?" If it were you, would you do the same?—— at least I wouldn't." ”

"I don't know ......," Xia Yan said, "In a certain situation, making a certain decision may not be ...... You can all go against the grain according to common sense. ”

Shen Fengming suddenly thought of something. “...... Isn't it like the broken branch that okra left you at the beginning?—— I don't ask if you can take it, don't ask if you can read it, don't ask if you can take it to heart, don't ask if you can see it again in the future......" he said with a wry smile, "No wonder you understand—no wonder you all understand." In the old days, I always wondered why you were so twisted and dodgy when you were in love with someone, but it turned out that everyone in the world is like this, only me...... Only I don't understand. ”

Suddenly he stood up, turned and went into the house.

This old thing was suddenly brought up, and Xia Qiu and the two didn't know how to answer for a while. "Shen Fengming," Okra only subconsciously stopped him, "you—what are you doing?"

"I don't feel happy. Shen Fengming was very depressed. "Go back to the house and think about it. ”

Okra gritted her teeth and took two steps to catch up, "...... What else do you want?" she grabbed his wrist and raised his hand holding the "Fantasy Book" into the air, "You say you don't understand, but aren't you the same—the day you handed the hairpin to me, you were the same, you didn't say anything, you didn't explain anything. You didn't tell me that you were going to plot against Cheng Fangyu, and you didn't tell me what the meaning of this hairpin, this paper scroll, and this earrings was, wasn't this dodging? But...... I can understand how you felt now. I know that you are not sure in your heart, and you dare not think deeply about whether you will be able to come back to see me that day, and you want to say those things, but you can't, you can only - you can only put these most important things in your hands into my hands, as if you have an explanation--wasn't your mother the same back then? I don't believe you can't understand - I can't understand why your mother did that back then, why she can't understand why she has so many words, but the more she can't say it!"

Shen Fengming's gaze returned to her face little by little. Her countenance was tinged with a hint of crimson with excitement.

"Okra ......," he didn't know how to answer. How could he really not understand. He just couldn't accept that even more deplorable fact. If the two had no affection, it would have been enough, but if he had known, he would have drawn them away with him—a day earlier, half a day earlier, even half an hour earlier, and they would not have died in the town—and all that he had today would have been completely different.

However, to regret or not to regret, the past is gone, and it cannot be traced.

He pulled his wrist out of her hand. Okra watched as he walked back to the well and picked up a wine glass. He poured wine into it and got up.

She thought he was going to drink it. But he tilted the glass slowly, and sprinkled the clear but fiery mellow into the earth little by little, like a long time ago.

"I know. He looked at the trail of the drink. "You don't say anything, but you're still waiting in your heart for someone to understand. You rejected his words for a short day, and you recited his songs, but you stayed. Eighteen years, eighty years, or even more - you hope that as long as the song is still there, one day, someone in this world will find it and understand you, then your unspoken affection for him will not be uneasy. ”

Xia Yan and Okra glanced at each other. At this time, there was no need to speak, and they also knew that the other party must have thought of each other's master, the two who could not be together for various reasons when they were alive. Fortunately, Shen Fengming's mother was so close to the bones when she died, so that after leaving this world, there were no more scruples and obstacles, and they could go together.

Okra had a sour nose for a while, and he also leaned over to pick up the cup, poured wine, got up and cleared his throat and said, "Although I don't know your mother, I am also a descendant of the magic voice, and I should also give her a cup." As he spoke, he spilled the wine.

"Although I don't know the bones, I am also a black bamboo person, and I should respect him. Xia Yan did the same. Finally, he picked up the porcelain bottle and filled the three people's wine glasses one by one.

Shen Fengming looked at the two of them, and his stiff back finally relaxed. He slowly sat down on the edge of the well again, put the wine glass on his side, and after a long time, Fang looked at Xia Yan again, and his voice was hoarse: "-What else do you want to ask me?"

Xia Yan hesitated, "I'm not blaming you, it's just - I want to hear you talk about the later - after this - why did you throw the black bamboo instead?

"It took me a few years to put this matter down a bit, and I also practiced my skills a little more before I went to Heizhu. If you want to say why, I am alone, I really don't know where to go, and my knowledge of this river and lake is extremely limited, and I have tried to take refuge in some courts, but I have never been long. After wandering like this for almost two years, when I was desperate, I thought about going back to Shen's house, so I went all the way north, but I was really close to Luoyang, and I knew that I didn't want to go back at all, so I stopped in Chenzhou, and accidentally heard that the black bamboo helm was near there. The word 'black bamboo' was always a little different to me, and I suddenly wanted to know what kind of life he lived back then—what kind of black bamboo was like to make him stay like that......"

"What kind of words?"

"I unconsciously held the burden that was torn off him at that time, and I unconsciously held it in my hand as I fled, and later found that in addition to the wooden hairpin, the paper scroll, and the earrings, there was also a letter and a wrench. The letter was addressed to Yu Rui, I was short of literacy, and the words were scribbled to the bone, so I couldn't read clearly, only the last sentence of the letter I understood, he said, 'I hope that the black bamboo in the future can return to the clean black bamboo in the past.' ’”

"He really wants to go with you......" Okra was sad when she heard this, "so he left a letter to say goodbye to Yu Rui, but unfortunately he didn't have time to let Yu Rui ......go to the house in the end."

"Now that I think about it, it should be so. Shen Fengming lowered his head and said, "He didn't put night clothes in his baggage, and the few changes he brought were gray cloth old clothes, I should have thought that it couldn't be to go out to do tasks." The hairpin was still there, and I kept the clothes for many years, and wore them for many years, but the letter and the wrench were lost, otherwise - I should have understood the words - I would have understood what he meant back then. ”

Xia Yan's heart flashed, "The wrench you said, isn't this it?"