Sleeve the world, mourning melody

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It was nearly dusk when the two brothers and sisters took their congratulations to the scholar's mansion.I only sigh that it took a lot of trouble to choose the congratulatory gift, and it was very difficult for the two of them who are not sociable.

The two were taken to the front hall by the attendants to watch tea and sit down.Yi Mo picked up the lid of the cup and fiddled with the tea leaves with little interest. Not long after, Yi Yan stood up and looked around uncharacteristically.

Before Yi Mo asked, he answered with great interest: "There is the sound of the flute." Surprised, his brows gradually raised.

Yi Mo sank his heart and closed his eyes, and sure enough there was a deep voice wafting into his ears, melodious and empty.Yi Mo also couldn't help being surprised, "Why is the sound of the flute like this?" Although she is not good at rhythm, she has grown up influenced by five musical instruments, and it is the first time she has heard such a deep flute sound today.

"I think it's because the body of the flute is different, not just the external cause. My father once said that the music is the same as the heart, this..."

Yi Mo nodded clearly, and then the sound of the flute stopped abruptly.The two looked at each other, and when half a stick of incense passed Sima Zi's money and entered the hall, they looked at each other again with complicated expressions.

From the time when the girl who went to invite Miss Sima to the courtyard to leave, to the interruption of the sound of the flute, and to Miss Sima's appearance, the time interval is roughly the same.

"The two adults came to the mansion, but did you agree with others?" Sima Zi stared fixedly at Yi Mo, who was in a daze, with a hint of anticipation for the future in his eyes.

The two nodded in unison, offered congratulatory gifts one by one, and said a few words of congratulations, both of them looked out of mind.

Sima Zi lowered his eyes.

Just when she thought it was over, Yi Yan spoke cautiously: "May I ask Miss Sima, is there anyone in the house who is proficient in temperament?"

Sima Zi's heart skipped a beat, and she quietly tightened her cuff with her left hand. She felt bad after hearing the girl's report just now.She and him are both martial idiots and music idiots, how could they not understand the sound of the hollow flute.

Yi Mo blinked, and exchanged looks with Yi Yan.They saw Sima Zi's action of holding his sleeves, and they were already sure in their hearts.

Mr. Yue Chi persevered and continued to ask: "The official is abrupt, but I have been partial to rhythm since I was young, especially the flute. I claim to be well-informed, but I have never heard of the flute sound in your house. I still hope."

Sima Zi suddenly spoke, and cut off his unfinished words: "It's just a vulgar gift from an old friend, and it won't come into the eyes of the two of you."

Yi Yan opened her mouth and wanted to argue a few words, but Yi Mo tugged on her cuff twice to silence her.

Yi Mo cupped his hands, "I have sent you my heart, so I will not bother you two. Let me leave."

After saluting, she dragged the sullen Yi Yan out.

Sima Zi fell down on the armchair, and with trembling hands, he took out the warm piccolo in his sleeve, feeling sad.

Mind……

You and I are strangers after all.

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Without saying a word all the way, Yi Mo directly sent Yi Yan back to the Shilang's mansion, coaxed him into the door, struggled a few times all the way back to the mansion, and finally turned back.

The apprehensive Yi Mo successfully blocked the attendant's transmission on the grounds that "the words were not finished".The guards and attendants saw her go and come back, they were kind, and invited people to the front of the hall directly.

Sima Zi's eyes were filled with sorrow, and he was still silent as he rubbed the piccolo in his hand which had been swallowed by the fire.

Yi Mo, who wanted to come to fulfill his younger brother's wish, stepped into the hall and saw this scene straight away.

"Miss, Mrs. Yi is here." Sima Zi was called back by the girl's whisper, raised his eyes, turned his head, saw her, stood up instantly, his expression frozen.

Yi Mo was stunned, staring at the thing in her hand, stepped forward slowly, lowered his head, and suddenly grasped the upper half of the bamboo flute whose original appearance was blurred.Sima Zi stubbornly refused to let go, and she pulled her right hand in front of her.

Yi Mo pursed his lips, looking at the strange yet familiar little object in his hand in disbelief, raised his eyes for a long time, and looked at the person in front of him with red eyes who should be deeply familiar but actually extremely strange.

The girl servant quietly withdrew without knowing when.

Tang Shangzuo is just pestering the two of them.

stand in silence for a long time

Yi Mo suddenly recalled a past event, and eager to make a move, he squeezed Sima Zi's slender wrist tightly as the two of them were holding each other's right hand.

Sima Zi suddenly remembered the same thing and struggled eagerly.

"Don't move!" Yi Mo scolded, making her feel like no one was there.Eight years ago, in a similar situation in the rain, Yi Mo's reprimand at that time was filled with eager care and warmth, and now, Yi Mo, who is as cold as ice, is completely different.

Don't blame Yi Mo, don't blame others, this road was built by herself, no matter how hard it is, even if she is at odds with the world, she still has to hold her breath and finish it.

Sima Zi gave up struggling and stood still.Yi Mo quickly verified what he thought.

On Hao's wrist, the old place, shallow tooth marks are still there.Yimotuo let go of her hand, stumbled back a few steps, and muttered to himself in confusion: "How could it be, how could you be her? Nian'er is gentle and kind, demure and free and easy, how could..."

Sima Zi smiled meaninglessly, yes, she imprisoned too many things that ran counter to Shen Nian on Sima Zi.

Powerful, indifferent, indifferent, even ruthless and selfish... Not only Yi Mo, she would not have recognized herself... If it wasn't for her hard work, how could she bear the heavy responsibility that the descendants of the Shen family must shoulder? Can you bear the pain of cutting off the past, pretending to be yourself, and being so close to your beloved?

Today's encounter, compared with this person's frank confession, the pain in the bottom of my heart has not been relieved, but the guilt and guilt have indeed subsided a lot. Sima Zi stood still, looking straight at her, and said calmly: "Shen Nian Whether it's Sima Zi or Sima Zi, I'm such a person, I'm greedy for power, cold and cold-blooded, I think the general has seen it..."

Yi Mo frowned, looking at her with completely unfamiliar eyes, looking at her, it was like looking through her, looking at the clues that were once indistinct but now clearly connected.

Sima Zi's style of calligraphy and painting is exactly the same as Nian'er;

Sima Zi's appearance and back are so suitable for Nian'er;

The elegant room in Sima Mansion where she stayed overnight was embroidered with Nian'er's favorite crabapple flowers on the brocade quilt, presumably it was Sima Zi's boudoir;

Sima Zi kept the bamboo flute carved by her hand, and Sima Zi left the mark of being bitten by a poisonous snake...

Sima Zi, if not Shen Nian, who should it be?

Having figured out the front and rear joints, Yi Mo stepped forward angrily with red eyes, "I just want to ask, former Jiangzhou prefect Miss Shen Nian, are you right or not?"

Sima Zi shook his head slowly, "At this moment, is it important for me to affirm it?"

"Important!" Yi Mo held her hand, cautiously, "As long as you still think about it, let's go! The Western Regions, the East Sea, the North Border and the South Frontier, so what if he is the emperor? There are always things he can't control! I still have martial arts Come on, it won't be difficult for you and me to settle down to an ordinary life!"

Before she could finish her fantasies, Sima Zi poured cold water on her head, "I am Shen Nian, but if I want to make friends with you, I won't have to plan until now!"

Yi Mo was at a loss as if his backbone had been taken away, unable to support himself.

Sima Zi was about to step forward, but stopped, and shouted, "Come on, see off!"

Yi Mo broke away from those who were not clear about driving or supporting, and left a cold sentence: "You are not!" and left sadly.

The moment she rushed out the door, Sima Zi stepped back again and again, leaning against the edge of the table, feeling the pain in his vertebrae from the corner of the table, tears streaming down his face.

From the beginning to the end, that bamboo flute never let go.

The author has something to say: a wave of big nüè begins here

☆, stand up

At dusk, she didn't see her back, so Xiao Jingyi couldn't wait to go out, stepped out of the servant's mansion and went to Xiao Yage.

Hearing the news of Yimo from outside the city, Xiao Jingyi took people out of the city quickly.When it was dark, I finally found someone in Shili Pavilion on the outskirts of the city.

Xiao Jingyi dismissed the rest of the people and walked into the court alone.Yimo curled up beside the stone pillar, buried her head on her knees.

No words, no words, no words.

Xiao Jingyi remained silent, and just sat next to Yi Mo.

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Yue Lan went back to the mansion at night, and as soon as she saw her young lady, she was pushed out of the door to inquire about the general's mansion, and it was late at night when she returned again.He cleared his throat and hurriedly reported: "Yi Yan is not at his mansion. I heard from the guard that the man from the general's mansion had visited the door when she was in a coma. She didn't show up either..." Seeing that Sima Zi was out of her mind, Yue Lan felt something was wrong no matter how careless she was used to, so she asked cautiously, "Miss, is there something wrong?"

Sitting sadly in the armchair and looking down for a long time, Sima Zi suddenly raised his head, smiling with tears in his eyes, "She knows."

Yue Lan squatted down in front of her, extremely astonished, "Miss, you mean..."

Tears rolled down violently, caressed the dejected cheeks, pierced down from the jawbone, fell into the straight collar, and spread across the area.

It should have stopped there.Whether it was the undesired person or the splashed tear, it filled her heart like a boil, seeping into her long-sickness and the blood that was torn apart by the past. Even if she was involved and gave up, there was still no relief.

If he had no selfish intentions, how could he forcefully keep her by his side in the name of "repaying his kindness" when that person returned to Beijing? If he had fully understood it, how could he send a folding fan with his own handwriting to her house as a way of thanking others, just to keep it a fluke ?

If you fulfill your oath of the past, when that person is far away in the northern border, you should not impulsively write back to respond and repay your thoughts...