As soon as the Drunken Pavilion was too close, it was not enough for Xia Yan to think thoroughly, and Shen Fengming had already returned. The food box in his hand was packed with oiled paper packets, which really contained a lot, "My husband hasn't slept yet, I told him not to wait for you, you drink with me." Well, these are all the vegetables they prepared for you for the evening, but you didn't eat a bite. It's a good time to get a drink. ”

"Are you still drinking?" Xia Yan saw that he had brought new wine, "You have drunk a lot, and it is useless to be drunk, so drink less." ”

"I don't have anything, but you, I'm going to send thorns tomorrow morning, so you should drink less. Shen Fengming said this, but poured it into Xia Yan's wine glass again. The two of them actually knew that they had already drunk this amount tonight, and it seemed too late to persuade each other to drink less at this time.

"Forget it. Xia Yan smiled and said, "Anyway, I drink every day these days, and it is better to have someone together than alone." This kind of wine—when you wake up drunk, it's not so uncomfortable. ”

"You're so particular?" Shen Fengming sneered. The two of them ate some food, and the wine was suppressed a little, Xia Yan told Shen Fengming about all the things in Lin'an these days, how the Hall of Thick Earth was built, and how he met Song Ran, and said at the end: "I am not here for the past two days, so you can take care of it here, and if you have time, you will also go to see Junchao." This has always been - Thorn often goes to Xiajiazhuang for me. She's gone, and she can only trust you. ”

"Those are the little things. It's just that you haven't done this big wedding, and you haven't been notified to go out, right?" Shen Fengming said. "Xiajiazhuang - and Suzaku don't know either?"

Xia Yan let out an "um" sound. I have been tormented in my heart for the past two days, and where is I in the mood to take care of those. "Leave it alone. I'll be back in two days, and I'll take care of it. ”

"I think it's better to let you go out early," Shen Fengming said, "Don't wait for two days - the more diligent people are afraid that they will come to the capital - it won't end well." I'll go find Song Ran. Isn't he ...... 'leader in the three tests'? It's not difficult to ask him to think of a few reasons for Heizhu to block people's mouths and find faults. I talked to the outside earlier. ”

Xia Yan smiled bitterly, "It's okay for you to look at it." Anyway, it's got to this point - it doesn't make a difference whether it's gags or not. ”

"There are differences, there are differences, you don't give up on yourself – of course there are differences. Shen Fengming smiled, "Leave this matter to me." ”

Xia Yan didn't say anything more, and then said, "You go to find Song Ran—this is a good time." His new home is not in the downtown area, and he doesn't invite servants at the moment, so he doesn't have any idle eyeliner. In the future, his family will come, and I am afraid that it will be inconvenient. But also be careful, he has always been in Beijing to travel extensively, there are always some friends to deal with, you don't want to be bumped into by someone, if there is a worry, rather not - the identity of the record, how to protect it is not too much. ”

Of course, Shen Fengming would not be unaware of this reason, so he nodded in response.

The two of them talked about the wine until they rested until the fourth watch—but they couldn't be regarded as resting, but they just fell asleep unconsciously. Xia Yan was thinking about people in his heart, and he didn't sleep well, but he opened his eyes first, and he couldn't remember how he fainted in a few cases.

He didn't alarm Shen Fengming. In the faint light of the day, he straightened out the upside-down cups, bottles, plates and bowls on the table, and cold-boiled the scraps in the food box. The food and drinks exude a bit of overnight coldness.

With this bit of straightening, he seemed to have brushed off his drunkenness and pulled out his sobriety. He quietly stood up and opened the door. The smell of morning came to his face, and he walked resolutely and quietly into the cold.

The cool breeze was slight, but once it penetrated, it seemed that it could no longer be contained, and it poured into the house from the crack in the door behind Xia Yan's concealment. Okra slowly sat up from the bed. She had been awake for a while, but she didn't make a sound, just left alone and became farther away by that back—it seemed that once upon a time in that Huizhou morning, he disappeared from the end of the alley with black tiles and white walls, and walked into the brightness of that morning, but it was also the cold and unknown of that early winter.

After a long time, she got out of bed, closed the door tightly, and walked to the side of the case. She carefully pulled out the illusion book that Shen Fengming had pressed half under her sleeve, took the wooden hairpin in front of the horizontal table, unscrewed it, rolled the illusion book, and sealed it back to its original state. The wooden hairpin, the magic book, and the earrings—these three things have been in one place for the past eighteen years, and they may have long been one in Shen Fengming's heart—are the only testimonies left to him by the two most important people to him. She carefully pressed the hairpin back under his sleeve. She felt that it was too important to him, and that she should let it stay with him after all.

At this time, she found that Shen Fengming's sleeves were stained with some stains of wine and food. This gray shirt, even if there were some traces of it, was extremely difficult to see on weekdays—she remembered that she had walked with him all the way, and although his clothes were old and new, they were indeed almost all gray—and now she knew that this habit of his was also due to the few old gray cloth clothes left in the bag of those years.

This flash of thought caused her to suddenly reach out and take the wooden hairpin back from under his sleeve. Eighteen years, why don't you forget? Do you want to forget, but you don't dare to forget? If so, if you don't, don't see it all the time, maybe you won't remember it again. If you really can't forget, then—

She hid the hairpin in her arms.

If you really can't forget it, then I will really share it with you, and it won't be a big deal. What kind of person in the world can really bear everything alone? Even a person as stoic as your mother finally left that piece of music for people to understand? Death and life can no longer frighten you, and all you want is to have a soulmate in this world.

She slowly sat on the cushion next to the desk, reached out and picked up the white porcelain bottle with a little wine left, held the bottle to her lips, and the slightest spicy spicy penetrated into her throat and hit her nose. In this silent dawn, she was only her own fierce will, and suddenly she found that even she was not exempt from vulgarity. Even the empty-eyed self, here and now, was expecting in his heart that one day he would know that it had a different meaning for him and his mother.

"Poor on the third night of the first month of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a ......bow," she subconsciously chanted softly, and there was a kind of softness in her almost inaudible voice.

It wasn't bright yet, but more light was already seeping through the windows, driving away the night in the room. She put the bottle down. Shen Fengming in the morning light was still lying on the table, sleeping soundly. The grease stains on the gray sleeves had become indistinct, only the scars on the side of his neck that had been cut by her strings were clear, like the mark of fate carved on his body.

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(This chapter is relatively short, so let's make do with it.) Thank you for seeing here. Please look forward to the seventh fold. ）