"Hey, it's too boring to leave like this, you have to take us to the Xi Bar anyway. Yiyun clasped his hands in front of his chest, leaned on the railing and pointed to the carriage next to Bai Yi.

"I can't wait to see her, tell her, go first. See you at the Zhi'an Medical Center in Qingxue Town. Luo Qianxun waved his horsewhip and walked away.

An autumn rain completely cooled the weather, and the wooden wheels of the carriage made a "squeak" sound, and it staggered forward for three days. On the seat in front of the carriage, Yiyun and Bai Yi chatted without saying a word.

"Why are you going. Yiyun asked dashingly waving his horsewhip.

"I'm afraid he won't be able to accept it. Bai Yi was dressed in plain clothes, and his eyes looked ahead.

"Do you regret it?" asked Yiyun, seemingly the second time he asked.

"No regrets. Bai Yi's gaze was firm.

In Qingxue Town, Luo Qianxun rode a horse and inquired as he walked. "Excuse me, do you know how to get to the Zhi'an Medical Center?" Luo Qianxun dismounted and asked an aunt who sold vegetables.

"Turn to the left, and the first room in the alley is. The aunt pointed to the distance and said kindly.

Walking on the bluestone slab made a clattering sound, and the Zhi'an Medical Center at the entrance of the alley was full of people, so it was not lively. A lot of people came in and out, what was going on? Could it be that the business of this medical hall was so good? Luo Qianxun thought and walked through the door.

Walking all the way inside, the yard was covered with strips of white cloth. The visitors all looked heavy, revealing a look of sorrow, and a bad premonition rose in Luo Qianxun's heart.

Directly in the middle of the hall directly opposite the courtyard was a black coffin with white wreaths piled on it. There was a spirit card in front of the coffin, and the words on it could not be read clearly in the smoke of the cigarette.

The people in the hall were all wiping their sleeves and crying. "Daughter, why did you leave your mother behind, and now that the white-haired person is sending the black-haired person, how do you let us live?" a middle-aged woman cried especially sadly.

"Xiaotong?" Luo Qianxun muttered in disbelief, pulling the man nervously and asking. "Auntie, is An Xiaotong here? I'm Luo Qianxun, I promised her to marry her if she was admitted to the top prize. ”

Hearing him say this, the middle-aged woman said even more powerfully, and she couldn't hear what she said with a crying voice, but she vaguely heard and asked him if he was really Luo Qianxun?

"Yes. Luo Qianxun hurriedly replied, and as he spoke, a middle-aged man in a black robe walked over from the side, with a kind face and a beard, and he pulled Luo Qianxun into a study.

"Are you Luo Qianxun?" The middle-aged man asked again, and only after confirming did he take out a letter from the desk and hand it to him, "I am Xiaotong's father, and the last thing she can let go of before she dies is you, she said that she will wait for you to be admitted to the top to marry her, but unfortunately she didn't wait for you." Just left."

After speaking, Luo Qianxun's hand stopped, raised his head and asked, "What did you say?"

The silence was terrible, and the silence in the room was terrible.

"In the hall" Luo Qianxun suddenly realized that he ran madly towards the ancestral hall of the hall. The crying in the hall continued, and Luo Qianxun walked into the coffin step by step, feeling that every step was extremely heavy.

"Why is this happening? Aren't you all fine when you leave? Xiaotong, you must have lied to me, right, you are so naughty. Let's stop playing, can we get up?" Luo Qianxun stroked the coffin, how much he hoped that An Xiaotong could stand up and tell him that it was not true.

"Xiaotong, she was sick when she came back. For you. She's been holding on, and she didn't survive yesterday," the middle-aged woman choked up, and finally couldn't speak.

Luo Qianxun knelt in front of the woman with a "poof", "I'm sorry aunt." It's all my fault, I'm late, I want to send An Xiaotong on the last ride. Luo Qianxun clutched the letter tightly and comforted her sincerely.

Night falls. In the ancestral hall of the hall, Naro Chihiro sat next to the coffin, and at this time only he and her were left here. Quietly, Luo Qianxun thought of that night on the mountain. Luo Qianxun took out the letter and read it.

"Chihiro, I may not have been there when I wrote this letter. Don't be sad, and don't forget me, you have to find someone to live well, I think Sister Bai Yi is very good to you. You said that you would marry me when you got the top prize, why haven't you come yet, Chihiro, I sit in the courtyard every day and wait for you. After Luo Qianxun finished reading it, most of the letter paper had already been wet.

"Why don't you sue me," Luo Qianxun slept with the coffin in his arms.

The rain kept falling, hitting the bluestone slabs, cool and shady. This day is the day when An Xiaotong sent the mountain, the suona was blowing a sad tune, a white team on the street was slowly advancing, and the snow-white paper money was thrown in the air, slowly falling down and lying on the wet ground.

Luo Qianxun wore a white hat and followed the procession until he was buried on the mountain.

The funeral people went back one after another, and in the end, only Luo Qianxun and An Xiaotong's father and mother were left. "Child, if it's cold in the mountains, you can go back. The second elder said.

Luo Qianxun held a piece of loess in his hand and shook his head: "I want to accompany Xiaotong again, I want to talk to her alone." ”

The autumn rain continued to fall, it seemed that God was also seeing off An Xiaotong, Luo Qianxun covered her grave with a pile of loess, the rain hit his face, wet his long shirt and he was unconscious, until Yiyun and Bai Yi arrived.

A white umbrella shielded him from the wind and rain, and Bai Yi accompanied him to stand quietly in the rain. "Let's mourn and change, I believe that as long as you live well, An Xiaotong will be happy underground. Yiyun patted him on the shoulder and said.

Luo Qianxun didn't react, "Luo Qianxun." Yiyun pushed him again, gesturing to pull him up from the ground.

"What did you say?" Luo Qianxun asked with an expressionless face as he stood up.

"I said go back!" Yiyun said louder, Luo Qianxun shook his head and walked away. The world seems to be quiet, so it's okay, Xiaotong, my ears can go to heaven to accompany you, listen to you, and I can accompany you forever.

Life seems to have returned to the www.biquge.info of Biqu Pavilion, and Luo Qianxun is his little thatched hut, which seems to be a dream like a dream. The sun shines on the straw, and the straw shines brightly. Luo Qianxun sat in the courtyard, how much was this warm sun like the day he left?

"Bai Yi, you can go home too, it's good for me to have Xiaotong with you. Luo Qianxun muttered, as if he was talking to An Xiaotong.

Bai Yi paused and walked out of the courtyard.

Outside the thatched house, Yoshiyun sat on a wooden railing. He held the broken flute in his hand, and the melodious flute sound came out one after another and turned into a song.

Danqing pen, waving a freehand finger, soft intestines, Shaohua goes

Is it that you were obsessed in your previous life, or that you can't forget it in this life?

The night rain of the Qinhuai River entangles the water droplets, who plays the flute

It is the love owed to you in the past life, which is turned into the memory of this life

The lights of Jinling City are bleak and autumnal, and the green silk changes frost and rain

The sound of the flute was low, mixed with the percussion of raindrops falling, and then surging, like a heavy rain falling on Bai Yi's heart. The tragic death in the previous life, the thousand-year-old persistence at the bottom of the lake, and the light wind and clouds in this life swept in front of her eyes one by one, and I have to say that Yiyun's flute is blowing more and more out of concentration. (To be continued......)