Ripple silent

The winter of the 17th year of the Republic of China.

It was too cold, and there were not as many pedestrians on the Shichahai Yinding Bridge as usual, and the hawkers selling candied haws and pot cakes closed their stalls early.The newspaper boy shouted mechanically, "Outside the Ta Kung Pao... Zhang Xueliang announced that the Northeast has changed its flag! Marshal Zhang has changed the flag... outside the Ta Kung Pao..." No one came to buy it.

At the head of the bridge, there is a gentleman who writes letters on behalf of him. He is about Morsun's age and his hair is already grey.

The manners are gentle and the writing is fluent.Treat people especially kindly.The ghostwriting fee will be waived for the poor.

Some people always said that he was from the palace of the former Qing Dynasty and had met the emperor's empress.Whenever someone asked, he always waved his hand and said with a smile that he didn't know anything.

He really didn't know.What happened in the last few years of that person's life.

Lan Qin didn't know, living like a walking dead, but it was all done by Guangxu for others to see. Although he endured the unbearable pain of ordinary people, he never stopped holding on in his heart, and the surging flames under the ice were still there , the heat in his blood lasted his whole life...

Lan Qin didn't know that at the banquet meeting with the wives of foreign ministers, Guangxu would involuntarily pick up a five-year-old American girl, and kept kissing her rose-like face. Follow her all the time.How much he looks forward to becoming a father, even though it is impossible for him to have children in his life...

Lan Qin didn't know that when the Russo-Japanese War broke out, Cixi used Guangxu's mouth to declare neutrality, and when the land of Longxing in the Qing Dynasty was designated as a war zone, at Cixi's singing and dancing banquet, the painter Ms. Carl found that Guangxu was the only one who never smiled. .Once, she picked up a bunch of waste paper dropped by the emperor, and when she opened it, she saw a map of the battle between Japan and Russia...

Lan Qin didn't know that Guangxu was not as cold as he imagined.He also spent a period of tender days with Jingfen in Yingtai raising silkworms and picking mulberry...

Lan Qin didn't know that just a few months before Guangxu came to the end of his life, among the book purchase records he requested from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, there were more than 40 titles listed by Zhu Bi, which were still new books related to constitutional law: "Mendes Dove Fayi, General Theory of Administrative Law, Japan's Preparatory Constitution, Theory of National Debt, Research Book of □□, Comparison of National Power of Nations, Russo-Japanese War, Outline of □□ Countries, "British Ethics", "Atlas of All Nations"...

Lan Qin didn't know, Guangxu actually knew everything.

He even knew his unspeakable feelings for him.But he didn't despise or cast aside, but chose to tolerate silently - he knew it all.

And in his world, how wide can he accept it; how deep-rooted is he willing to break; what is the brand-new China that he hopes, strives for, and sacrifices himself to build? like...

Today, 20 years after Emperor Beng, Lan Qin still doesn't know.

There is no way of knowing.

When he is free, Mr. Ghostwriter will stand at the head of Yinding Bridge and look south.Look at the White Tower in Beihai.Look at the Wanchun Pavilion on Longevity Hill.He told himself, stop here, don't go south.

Under the bridge is the frozen Shichahai Lake. The sky is overcast, and it seems that snowflakes have begun to fall.

Under the ice, some rustling whispers were chanted and pushed by the quiet ripples.His story is just one of the many stories that are pushed and shoved, like laughter and crying.

Let the gently falling snowflakes cover all of this quietly.

Because of him, the so-called sufferings in my life have become so insignificant.

Because of his apparent weakness and failure, history spurned him.History doesn't even bother to remember him.

But this silent ripple will remember.

Close your eyes, in the morning light of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, he is still young, just wearing such an ordinary river silk single gown that can no longer be ordinary, but there seems to be a faint but dazzling light all over his body.

That boy in blue.

—he is always there.Never left for a moment.

--Finish--

Beijing, January 2018, 3