Guan Yuezhuang at the beginning of the night was a little lonely, although it was still brightly lit, but the figures coming and going in the courtyard were gone, and only one of the grooms was left knocking on the bang and shouting lonely at the throat: "When the time comes, the weather is dry and dry, be careful of the fire candles, close the doors and windows, and prevent fire and theft." ”

Sitting on the roof, Xi Zhen sighed infinitely, it was here that he met Qiu Lie and relieved Guan Yuezhuang's predicament. Then I met Guan Qing again, and in Guan Yuezhuang Yueyu, they changed from being shy at the beginning to talking about everything later. It wasn't until later that he escorted Guan Yue into Beijing, met Yao Guangxiao again, and came to Kezhuang.

All of this, Guan Yuezhuang is the starting point, and he seems to be guided by someone with an invisible hand from Guan Yuezhuang, and he is carrying all the way forward. Although he just wanted to be a prodigal son wandering freely, the appearance of Guan Qing gave this prodigal son the idea and determination to settle down. But now, Guan Qing has left her, and I don't know if she has returned to Guan Yuezhuang. Time has passed, everything is so unpredictable, and everything comes so naturally, I don't know if this is God's trick or fate has already arranged it.

Take out the handkerchief in his arms, the mandarin ducks playing in the water are still vivid, the two beautiful birds are crossing each other's necks, the kind of intimate and lingering soft intestines, so that Xi Zhen at this time is full of emotion: the birds still know that they play in the water together, what about people? Close at hand but far away in the sky, is the blood flowing in people's bodies not as good as the lingering of two mandarin ducks?

Suddenly, there was a sound of the piano in the villa, and the sound of the piano was melodious and melodious, and it was very close to people's heartstrings. Suddenly, the tone changed to the palace, and the sound of the piano became high-pitched again, like thousands of troops galloping, hearing such a piano sound, it couldn't help but make people's hearts boil, like the feeling of carrying a three-foot long sword across the battlefield. The horses neighed, the soldiers roared with red eyes, and roared forward to meet again; the drums sounded, the ground shook, and the battlefield was strewn with corpses and rivers of blood. The blood mixed with the enemy's own blood and the heavy wheezing sound proclaimed victory on the battlefield.

Listening and listening, the blood-boiling battlefield suddenly sobbed with the low sound of the piano, the general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned in ten years. The heroes of the Horse Leather Shroud are buried behind the tombstones, but some of them don't even have a serious name on them.

In the cemetery, mothers who have lost their children, wives who have lost their husbands, and children who have lost their fathers gather around and cry. They have lost their loved ones, they have all become widows, their relatives have died fighting for their country, and the generals stand on the edge of the cemetery to enjoy the supreme glory. Yes, even future generations will not even be able to remember their names.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano turned again, like a grievance, like a cry, like a complaint, like a girl in the boudoir thinking about her lover: there is a pan green space, and there is duckweed. Parasitic waves, with the wind. Thinking in the court, Pisces Comparison. Mandarin ducks cross their necks, and there is a beautiful person. What a beautiful sentence, what a poignant story, in such a piano sound, in such a night, but how many people understand?

The gentle singing voice came again, and the piano tone turned to a business tune and sang: "The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cold, the grass and trees shake and the dew turns into frost, and the swallows return to the south of the bird." Thinking of the gentleman and the guest, thinking of returning to the hometown, why did you drown and send it to others? The cheap concubine kept the empty room, and the sorrowful thought of the gentleman did not dare to forget, and did not feel tears staining his clothes. Plucking the piano and singing the strings to send the Qing Shang, the short song can't be long, the bright moon shines on my bed, and the stars and Han flow west at night. Morning glory and weaver girl looked at each other from afar, and they couldn't live up to the river beam. ”

Following the sound of the piano and singing, Xi Zhen came to a grass house in a daze, when did Guan Yuezhuang have another grass house? The faint light in the grass house flickered, flickering like stars in the sky. The window was opened, and there was a piano table under the window, Guan Qing was sitting on the piano platform and singing in a low voice while stroking the piano, singing to the depths of love, and there was no time to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

This song "Yan Ge Xing" by Emperor Wei Wendi is delicate and tactful, the person who plays it is even more tender, and the person who sings it is even more tearful.

Hearing the sound of footsteps and sighs, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, Guan Qing raised her head and looked at Xi Zhen, who was standing and staring out the window, and felt a little trance. Is it another hallucination caused by excessive longing? The person who misses every day and every night is now standing in front of his eyes, is all this true? No, this is not true, this is all false, he may have forgotten me a long time ago, he may have a new love, he may have lived with the person he likes for a long time.

Guan Qing sighed softly, got up and closed the window, turned around and walked into the house. Suddenly, she woke up from a dream, turned around and ran back to the window and opened it, and the person in front of her was still there, still standing in the moonlight. Guan Qing rubbed his eyes, yes, it's him, it's him, he really came, he was standing in front of him, but why did he cry, why did he burst into tears?

Through the window, Guan Qing stretched out her hand and wiped the tears on the face of the man in front of her, but her own tears were like springs. It's this feeling, it's this familiar feeling, it's a feeling that I haven't experienced in a long time and it's so familiar. The two wiped each other's tears, relatively speechless but worth a thousand words, if the old man under the moon saw this situation, he would also knot the two red threads together without hesitation with tears.

"Brother Zhen, is that you?

"It's me, you're not dreaming, it's me, I'm standing in front of you, Sister Qing, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Brother Zhen, what about you?"

Finally, when the window was no longer an obstacle for the two, when the wall was no longer an obstacle for the two, they hugged each other tightly. At this moment, it is like crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, like crossing spring, summer, autumn and winter, and like crossing the sea of people. In order not to disturb the meeting between the two, the moon also quietly hid in the clouds, showing only half of his face, and looked at them secretly.

Guan Qing snuggled up to Xi Zhen, feeling the taste that she was familiar with and then often dreamed of in her dreams, and said quietly for a long time: "Brother Zhen, the past is like a dream, and today is like a dream." How long will you be back this time? Will you be gone? I have a lot to say to you, but I don't know where to start right now. ”

Xi Zhen didn't speak, he was very contradictory, very, very contradictory. The person he was thinking about in his heart finally met today, but he didn't know how to say many, many words. Just when he was trying to sort out a clue, Pei Feng's shadow appeared in front of him again, and he suddenly woke up: he already had Pei Feng, and Pei Feng had tasted all kinds of hardships for himself, and his heart had already filled Pei Feng full.

"Brother Zhen, are you curious that there will be such a grass house in Guanyuezhuang, you once told me that we are going to find a grass house at the foot of the mountain to build a grass house. There is a stream in front of the thatched house, and there is a bamboo forest behind the house, and we are resting together from sunrise to sunset, listening to the waves. And then we still have a lot of children, you teach the children to practice swords, and I stroke the qin, so Guan Yuezhuang has had this grass house since then. Although there are no mountains and no streams, there is my heart here. Guan Qing muttered.

Xi Zhen was moved in his heart, and at this time, there were bursts of children's cries in the grass house, and he kept calling his mother. Guan Qing seemed to wake up suddenly and rushed into the house like crazy. When she came out with her two children in her arms, Xi Zhen was already gone, leaving only a piece of paper, shivering in the night wind.

Guan Qing's liver and intestines were broken, holding the paper and reading silently: "Sister Qing, what I have always been reluctant to put in my heart is the past, and the pain of missing it. Now that the moon has fulfilled people's wishes, I am reunited with you on this beautiful night, and I thank God for the opportunity to give me, and thank you for this grass house. Time has passed, the past has passed, and we are all on our own life paths, and we have not stopped. Feng'er and I came together, we bore each other's love, enjoyed, and cherished each other, and we never wavered, and it is the same today. There were some things I couldn't let go, but after tonight, I let go. ”

"We often lament that life is too long, and time urges people to grow old, so we should give our life and love to the future and to the people who should be handed over. We are like two straight lines that intersect at one time, but then they are getting farther and farther apart. Life is impermanent, and cherish the present, when we are all happy with our children, we recall that time, as long as there is a smile on our respective faces, it is enough. ”

"Sister Qing, thank you for your love for me and let me have the most wonderful love in the world. Though I was lost and I was in pain, the sorrow vanished without a trace with the happiness that came with me. I believe you want me to be happy, just as I want you to be happy forever. A thousand words, inexhaustible, willing to take care. ”

Xi Zhen didn't let the horse gallop, just let the horse pacing gently, lying on the horse's back, the wine in the wine gourd was in the mood, and it was full of tears, which together had a different flavor.

Only now can Xi Zhen really understand: it's not someone who can't let go, but the time spent with someone. Now that everything is over, toast yourself, and there will be no more pain in the future, only happiness. And all the past, only ruthlessly swinging the sword and cutting off the love thread.

Guan Qing held the letterhead, her heart was like a knife and tears were gushing, if it weren't for the two children in her hands, maybe she would have cried loudly. She endured, even if there were 10,000 knives carved a lot of scars on her heart, she endured, not only for herself, but also for the child in her arms.

Farewell is always for a better meeting in the future, but they may not meet again one day, she doesn't hate anything, only hates this world, only hates fate and brings them together.

Maybe the trouble comes from the depths of the heart, maybe the trouble is because of love, maybe the worry is because of care. But in any case, these things are like Xi Zhen's back, and when he walks out, he is afraid that he will never turn around again.