This sleeve is broken secretly

Will there be any regrets?

After Lou Changfeng said goodbye, Shen Yi took the half-disintegrated wine cup back into the house, staring at the moonlight outside the window in a daze.

When he returned to Jingzhou, Shen's father was very disappointed with him.Although Ding You returned to Shen Bian, there are many scholars and literati in Jingzhou who are concerned about the court. The neighbors have already spread all kinds of things about Shen Biao being demoted because of his negligence and dereliction of duty.

Shen's father seemed to have never expected that this outstanding son would end his career in such a bleak and sloppy way, so he couldn't help being very angry.On the first day when Shen Bing arrived home, he was called into the study by Shen's father and scolded severely before he could wash off the dust from his body and go to worship in front of his mother's spirit.

During the two weeks after Shen's mother was in mourning, Shen's father seemed to ignore him as if he didn't have this son.And although Shen's father's concubine was still respectful to him, they were very afraid of him.Because of this, Shen Yan left Shen's house three months after Dai Xiao, and moved here alone to live in seclusion.

The villagers in this small village are simple and unconcerned about court affairs and world affairs.Shen Yan lived in the middle of the mountain and lived in a secluded house. He watched the smoke and the busy farming in the morning, and the wind and the stars in the forest at night. Those disputes over the territory of the world and the imperial court seemed to be reduced to the moonlight in front of the window and the light in front of the door in the rising and setting of the sun. fallen leaves.The pain in his chest, together with his previous vertical and horizontal strategy, faded away in the peaceful days and months. In the end, he no longer had any worries or fears, and it seemed that there was nothing to make him go away. Thoughtful and troubled.

Isn't that great.He told himself over and over again.

Several chickens were raised in the yard, and a vegetable garden was opened.The folks in the village grow silkworms at home, so he read many ancient books and found out how to cultivate high-quality silkworm eggs to help them increase silk production.Within a few days, a villager went up the mountain carrying two baskets of bamboo. One was full of fist-sized turquoise goose eggs, and the other was fresh sweet potatoes with roots still wrapped in mud.

The seeds planted will surely germinate in spring; the kindness shown will also receive equal care and gratitude.

If you invest in something, you will get something in return. You don't have to worry about the illusion of mirrors and water moons, and the loss of fetching water from bamboo baskets.

Isn't this the simplest and luckiest thing?

But sometimes, he couldn't help it.

I can't help but stop and listen carefully when I hear the rumors from the capital when I go to the villages and towns to buy; I can't help but read the policy theories and memorials I wrote in the past; I can't help writing "The Sound of Banqiao People Crossing the Spring" , the eaves of the thatched eaves and the rooster crowing at noon. Don’t be angry with the smoke of the roasted tea, but enjoy the sun in the sun.” After the sentence, he burned the poem on the candle, as if he didn’t want to read the lie in black and white.

He has grievances, but more is unwillingness.

These unwillingnesses will keep chasing his soul in the solitude of the night and in the dream of deep sleep and light sleep.

Shen Bing stood blankly in front of the window for a while, then walked out of the house again, trying to take back the mulberry leaves drying in the yard, lest the dew would return to the damp.

But when he walked past the square stone table under the tree, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a soft leather bundle on the stone bench that Lou Changfeng had sat on.He thought it was something Lou Changfeng pulled down, but he saw a piece of paper stuck in the knotted part of the bundle, and when he opened it, it turned out to be a note written in unfamiliar handwriting:

"Entrusted by the old man, I brought this thing to my husband. I am very presumptuous today, and I dare not teach it face-to-face, causing trouble to my husband. I hope you don't blame me. Changfeng worships me."

Entrusted by my old friend...

Shen Bing's heart suddenly missed a beat, and then suddenly intensified, hitting his chest with uncontrollable speed and weight.The light burden in his hand seemed to suddenly weigh a thousand catties, making his hands tremble slightly, making it difficult for him to control himself.

After a long while, he took a long breath, closed his eyes silently, and finally mustered up the courage to put the burden on the stone table.He stretched out his hand and gently opened the knot of the burden, exposing the things that came here through thousands of mountains and thousands of miles under the moonlight.

A bright red color, like flesh and blood gouged out by a sharp knife, stabbed his eyes.

A four-sided hard copy of the post was quietly lying in the soft leather bag.The velvet brocade is embellished with gold-rimmed colored thread, embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in water and rich peonies, and the symbolic auspicious brocade cloud patterns are coiled around the word "囍" written in block letters. The four smiling faces are like newlyweds. You can feel the silent joy even through the paper.

But Shen Bing was shocked, when his fingers touched the slightly protruding Jinxiu, it felt like he had touched a hot soldering iron, and he withdrew his hand suddenly.

That flimsy post was so hot, it made his limbs and heart arteries ache.He panted silently, and sat down on the stone chair, watching the bright red quietly with some fear but obsession.No matter how painful it was, he was like the frozen traveler in the cold winter, knowing that taking charcoal with bare hands would burn his body to pieces, but he still couldn't help but want to long for that instant of extreme warmth.

Finally, amidst the fierce cry and longing in his chest, he reached out tremblingly, and opened the greeting card.

Familiar yet unfamiliar handwriting caught his eyes.

"Marry Ji Ke.

Qianzao Dingyou Year, August [-]nd, Xu time.

Kun made Gengzi year, the fifth day of October, Shenshi.

Husband star Gengchen, Tiansi Dinghai; wife star Dingmo, Tiangong has already united.

Auspicious day at [-]:[-] noon to the northwest, happy god Fang Jiagong.

Yun Bu married and gave birth to precious sons, the couple is harmonious, ikea ike room, grow old together for a hundred years, and the fifth generation will be prosperous.

Ji Ke, the root of the Gengzi year, the seedlings in the ugly moon, the sun flower in Gengchen, and the fruit in Renwu. "

... the ugly month of the Gengzi year.

It was December in the 29th year of Hongwu.

In the memories that roared like sea waves, Shen Yi's ears rumbled, and he vaguely heard that familiar and unfamiliar voice, with intimacy and affection, rang in his ears again through the corridor of time:

……

"Red makeup on the ten-mile long street, and the bridal chamber's wedding candles... When will my lover come and marry me away?"

At that time, he smiled lowly, half joking and half joking, and casually said: "Hongwu 29 years."

"How long will it take?"

He jokingly said: "The family is poor, so it takes such a long time to raise the dowry before we can marry a noble girl."

The people around him seemed a little unwilling, but they reluctantly accepted the answer, and then asked, "What about that day? When was the 29th year of Hongwu?"

"December?"

"So cold? Is it not good for Yinghua in March, thick shade in July, and golden autumn in September?"

He was a little embarrassed, pursed his lips and smiled for a while, and finally said with a low smile what he was thinking: "You and I... When we make love, it is the season of heavy snow. Isn't ten miles of red makeup very magnificent?"

"Haha, my husband is right... remember to marry me in December of the next year..."

……

Remember to marry me.

But he missed the appointment.

Lost the promise of a lifetime of wearing red makeup and going to the old age together.

The fiery friendship and warm embrace seemed like a fire that would never go out, burning right before his eyes, as if he could be warmed up again as long as he stretched out his hand.

But the fleeting years lie between him and the fire, so he can only look helplessly from a distance, like looking at flowers in the fog or looking at the mountains through the rain, the brightness and warmth can only be seen in his eyes, but There was no way to warm his skin and heart.

He thought he could let go.As long as you leave far away, you can find the carefree and free and easy in the cold rain of the green hills.

But no matter how far he went, how time passed, the defense he built was like a sand wall in front of the waves.

With a light touch, it will collapse for thousands of miles.

let it...

Shen Bing took a deep breath, picked up the fiery red wedding invitation with both hands, closed his eyes and pressed it to his chest.

At that moment, he seemed to be dreaming back to the past.The hibiscus tent is warm, and the red candle has thousands of tears.And he and his lover cuddled together, entangled in hair and tail, breathed and heard each other, such nights are like a night and a hundred years.

Let it go, I have received your wedding invitation.I just don't know if the long wind blows thousands of miles, and the bright moon shines on both sides of the river, can I pass on my heart to you?

i want you to know...

Hair that lasts a hundred years is a human's last resort; but hair that turns white overnight is what I love.