for men

They left the boat and walked for a while, the autumn wind seems to have not yet blown here, everything looks so lush and green, it is enviable for its greenness and vitality.

The wild flowers on the side of the road tilted their heads and seemed to laugh in the breeze.

Dandelion's white seeds are blowing far away in the wind.

The broad weeds grow tenaciously on the road that has been trodden by people all the year round, and they still raise their heads high, like an extremely strong warrior.

And Haitang found that her Bai Zhou was smiling all the time. The kind of joy from the heart seemed to make even the cold air a little warmer. earth sun.

Everything looks so beautiful.

Everything seems to be held tightly in each other's hands.

……

"Xiao Miao? Xiao Miao! Wake up!"

She heard someone calling her name in the dark, it sounded familiar, so she desperately opened her eyes, the light emerged from the line, and a blurry picture appeared in front of her eyes, and then she remembered the coma everything that happened before.

Her miss, Miss Tang Er, packed up her things, left, knocked her out, and left...

Those two words seemed to be stuck in her throat and she couldn't speak.

The young slave who woke up Xiao Miao watched in amazement as she was crying desperately, and the teardrops fell on the ground free of charge, melting on the cold ground, just like her mood at the moment.

"She left."

A ruthless female voice interrupted her crying.

Xiao Miao looked up, and it turned out to be Mrs. Tang, her clothes were neat and flawless, and her eyebrows were as dignified and elegant as ever, just like a perfect stone statue.

Mother Tang drank the tea lightly, and the faint white air rose from the tea, blurring the light, like joy or sorrow.

"Miss... Miss, she, she's gone! She's gone?"

Xiao Miao still couldn't believe it, how could she believe that Miss just abandoned everything and left the Tang family, even Yongzhou, where she was born and raised.

Mother Tang nodded indifferently, and picked something from the table. It was a piece of rice paper that had been cut. The paper was gently placed in front of her by Qing Nu. It was a poem and a quatrain.

Don't be a guest for a long time, meet in the morning dew.

The slight spring flowers are blooming, just like the feeling written by her young lady, and the words are like the elegant and eclectic words she has read for many years.

The word is like its person.

Such a thought suddenly flashed in her mind.

With such a character, how could it be possible to let herself be in a boudoir like this-she yearned for freedom, and she fled her hometown.

Perhaps, one day, she will think of her in a foreign land——a personal servant girl who once served her, and they grew up from childhood to adulthood.

However, she didn't expect anything before this happened.

Miss, did Miss set foot on the distant land alone or with that person?

Xiao Miao read it in horror, finished thinking, and then knelt down on the ground begging Tang's mother for forgiveness and the weak thought of not blaming Miss.

"I know, the master has sent someone to chase after him."

Tang's mother interrupted her appeal for her young lady indifferently, that's all, and then said another sentence.

"Although, I won't blame you. After all, you were knocked unconscious. If Hui Xin returns, you will naturally return to the original place, but—" There was a rather bleak smile on her face, No one saw, "She left and won't come back, so, Xiao Miao, would you like to be a rough servant girl by my side?"

"I—I would."

Xiao Miao kowtowed heavily, she would never have thought that her young lady met her mother before leaving the Tang residence.

But they didn't say anything, just looked at each other quietly for a while.

Tang's mother picked off the chrysanthemums blooming beside her, turned around, and disappeared into the winding path. As the autumn wind rolled up the fallen leaves, she realized that her daughter had left.

There is no nostalgia, only a poem.

When she was young, she also thought about leaving that large mansion, her businessman father who always talked about business and money, her mother who was always gentle in embroidering flowers and doing handwork, and a bunch of vulgar people. Concubines; it's just that when the veil on her head was lifted and she looked at the handsome young man under the warm yellow candlelight, she suddenly thought, maybe everything is good, and it will be even worse.

She chose to stay, so she never had a chance to leave.

And her daughter is both a shadow of her once, and she is not.

Huixin, she closed her eyes, sitting alone on the stone bench in this garden full of autumn flowers, thinking, in the world, parents are the people who know their children best, and they are also the most self-righteous people.

One leaf knows autumn, and one poem shows ambition.

There is no return date.

……

"They are here."

The afternoon sun is still a little warm, making people full of laziness.

All of this ended so quickly.

Tang Huixin bought a brown horse with very beautiful fur from a stable on the side of the road, which reminded Haitang of the cold woman riding the horse under the peach blossom forest that day, and this time she sat behind her, Holding tightly to that seemingly slender but strong waist.

The best proof of this is that the horse is properly handled in those jade hands.

They are coming.

Haitang heard the continuous sound of horses' hoofs and the crackling of the whip on the horse's buttocks.

Clear, clear.

Fear continued to spread in her heart, and at the same time, another kind of dreadful emotion also began, which was incomparable joy—from the beating of the heart in her chest to the time when she hugged Bai Zhou's hand tightly, and then transmitted to the heart of another.

She squinted her eyes and looked so happy, never so happy.

"Bai Zhou, Bai Zhou, hurry up, hurry up."

She relied on that back, a little thin, but it didn't matter.

The horse underneath accelerated desperately, flew from the avenue into a path full of weeds and moss, and flew from the forest into the end point—the cliff.

Below is the river flowing eastward, so beautiful.

"Bai Zhou, don't stop."

Haitang smiled softly, and then the horse stopped, and they stood up, right next to the cliff.

Before the people who followed after them, they fell, like a gust of wind, blown away, carried away.

Falling into the constantly surging river, Tang Huixin turned around in the wind, and Haitang stared into her eyes.

"Let me kiss you."

"wisdom."

"Then kiss me, Haitang."

And everything was swallowed by the splashing water.

This is how the story ends.

"Let's say that on the cliff that day, the people of the Tang family saw their young lady and Haitang standing on the horse, and wanted to speak. In an instant, bursts of golden light rose from the two of them, and suddenly, the gods came down and said: 'There is true love in the world, and God I feel it, so Ji Er is in the fairy world, and the dust is swept away, and his trace is gone. As for today, no one knows his whereabouts."

"Crack! The storyteller tells the story, and the story is rewarded by the storyteller!" The storyteller smiled slightly, and cupped his hands, "I'm sorry, I'm done, please bear with me! Those who are rich will be rewarded!"

After saying this, most of the people around the teahouse dispersed like birds and birds, and the child who was asking for money with a copper bowl looked at the rest of the people with some embarrassment.

And one person, frowning slightly, put a sling of copper coins into it.

His surname is Wang, and he is a businessman who travels to and from Yongzhou. Many years ago, he was just a sentinel who punted a boat on the river.

The author has something to say: the storyteller ends here, and there is another chapter to explain the last thing.

Actually, not bad.

Countdown to Finale - Zero

Uh, the tuo next to the iron word was... well, I got it

☆, final return

"Mistaking the beauty for Junlang, she radiated red candlelight for two lifetimes.

He laughed and talked about his youth, and the night was slightly cool with moonlight. "

A beautiful woman with plum blossom makeup on her forehead in a lavender dress put a piece of rice paper with such a poem on it next to the candle, watching quietly—burning, ashes, disappearing.

In the middle of a night, she heard an artist singing the pipa lines written by a great poet on the bank of the river.

"Thirteen learned the pipa into success...Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth, my dream cried, my makeup was red and my tears were red~~~"

Accompanied by the moonlight, the low female voice drifted into her ears, filled with thoughts that could not be stopped.

She is gone, she is alive, she reaches out and hugs.

In the middle of the night, after waking up with a start, two lines of tears flowed down like this. It was more desolate than this night, colder than that winter day.

Cypress boat, Cypress boat... Cypress boat!

Tang Huixin!

In the water, she took Haitang's hand, and the bubbles of Gu Gu's bubbles nodded in those blurred eyes.

She said nothing.

Like two fishes, they keep swimming forward and dive down with those lovely fishes.

The water is getting deeper and deeper, clothes, packages, hair, everything is soaked.

But she was so happy, everything in the blue water, another world presented in front of them.

finally--

Haitang woke up.

"Ma'am! The master is back!"

She stretched out her hand and put on a coat casually, to meet the man who gave her a place to settle down.

It is very strange that some feelings are taken away with the water, but people can still live and live with another person.

"lady!"

A little dazed, the handsome sentryman back then has become a big businessman.

Then, as usual, she reached out and took off Lao Wang's coat, and asked him with a smile what he found on the road.

After Lao Wang finished talking about some interesting things, he suddenly asked: "Ma'am, do you know the recent incident of the two female flying immortals?"

"Oh", she nodded, of course she knew, because this is what she let people spread, "Then, what is the master thinking?"

"I remembered that Ma'am, your original name is Haitang. Does it have anything to do with the two people in this story?"

"Maybe."

Haitang brought a cup of tea in front of her, her inexplicable smile was obscured by the night.

"There is only one Haitang who loves Tang Huixin in this world, and that person was never me, master."

"Too."

Lao Wang nodded thoughtfully.

They walked into the room together and fell asleep, but Haitang didn't say a word.

Haitang, the Haitang who loved Tang Huixin died long ago with her.

I am Haitang, but I am not Haitang.

"Begonia—"

It was so difficult to speak in the water, but Tang Huixin still opened her mouth. She approached the face of Haitang who was struggling to survive, and uttered these words softly.

Then, there was a feeling of suffocation, but she didn't show any pain.

Begonia, Begonia, I'm really happy.

Haitang heard someone say this.

Between the eyelids that cover the sight, the sunlight is getting closer and closer, sparkling.

Begonia, Huixin has no regrets, and I have no regrets when I met you, and I am separated from you by yin and yang.

What?She didn't want to understand it, but felt the water peeling off her body, surrounded by indistinct water mist, and someone's raised hands behind her.

She - Bai Zhou!wisdom!She trembled, but desperately pulled those hands forward.

Don't feel, that weak palm, don't think about what those words mean.

Begonia must survive.

It is a long time away from you, and I advise you to cherish it more.

In front of her eyes was a piece of water, with waves layer upon layer.

At this point—her eyes and the clothes on her body were wet, and it was unclear whether it was water or tears that flowed from those eyes.

"There are two people there!"

"Bai Zhou!" She smiled, wanted to see her face, wanted to talk to her, but her eyes were tightly closed, "We will get better!"

The corner of the mouth is smiling.

He stretched out his hand, leaning on Bai Zhou's shoulder, waiting for help.

But that body was extremely cold, and it could only shrink as hard as it could in the cold wind, but it got colder and colder.

……

"Girl? Girl?"

Open it, it was still cold, she shouted, ignoring the sentry in front of her who had carried them.

"Cai Zhou!"

"My condolences, girl."

The sentry handed her a bowl of ginger syrup, she took it blankly, and asked him blankly—"Who? Sad?"

Yes, what a perfect ending, if they are really picked up by the gods and go to the fairy world for a visit.

It would be great if Hui Xin was still alive.

So, what will be the ending?

Haitang didn't know, she only knew that she would forever freeze the girl wearing the navy blue dress in that year, and buried the girl with a handful of soil next to the river bank. According to the young old Wang, this is Yongzhou. Quanzhou outside China.

The soil covered up the once gentle and touching face. Even after experiencing water swelling, people still have to be amazed at the gift given to her by the sky.

Inch by inch, she disappeared, and at the moment of disappearance, Haitang frantically dug her out, holding her with blood dripping with the hands that used to play the pipa and practice calligraphy, the slender hands praised by countless literati. looking at her head.

Her eyes were closed, she was smiling as if she was just asleep.

"Miss Haitang, it's better to bury your relatives in peace."

The sentry behind him suggested so.

She turned her back, and tears washed her face again.

After all, you passed away.

The year I was an old woman, when I thought of you, didn't I just laugh it off and say it was just a silly thing to do when I was young?

Tang Huixin, Haitang likes you, whether you are Baizhou or Huixin, you are the person who has carved the deepest imprint in my heart. This cannot be washed away by time, and cannot be covered up by time.

You should not be submerged in the flood of time.

"Miss Haitang, what is your sister's name?"

The young man surnamed Wang asked about the pale girl kneeling before the tombstone.

The teardrops on her face fell silently.

There seems to be singing coming from a faint distance.

"...My heart is a stone, I can't change it..."

"...The sun lives in the moon, and the hummingbirds are small..."

She turned around, smiled sadly, and said: "Bai Zhou, her name is Bai Zhou..."

"Baizhou, Haitang wrote a poem for you, are you happy?"

"Why? Read it, Haitang."

"Mistaking the beauty for Junlang, she radiated red candlelight for two lifetimes.

He laughed and talked about his youth, and the night was slightly cool with moonlight. "

She just smiled.

Then, everything burns in candlelight.

End

The author has something to say: This poem was written by Haitang in the tone of Tang Huixin, although it was actually written by this author.

As for this story, it was really painful to write. It was originally intended to vent the pain of non-men, that is, the original idea, and later it was expanded into a story. If so, it reminds me of Laura. Well, this ending is in my heart I figured it out after halfway through the writing, and I followed the original idea. Here... Haitang has actually gone schizophrenic...

As for why Tang Huixin chose to die, it was very simple. In fact, on the way, she had already thought of the consequences of two women wandering alone, or two beautiful women. She also knew that if she lived, Haitang would definitely die. She will not choose to leave, but if Haitang dies, she will not live alone, so she chooses to die by herself.

Then, Haitang may be able to spend this life well, in fact, it is exactly the case.

Regarding Tang Huixin's own pain, I didn't experience it in detail in the article, but only briefly wrote about the pressure that Tang's mother put on her, and Tang's father stole her poems and essays. In fact, I can't think clearly.

Tang Huixin is the person who has surpassed the times, so she is extremely painful, and it is difficult for her to meet someone who allows her to flex her muscles. Perhaps, in modern times, her ending is definitely different. After thinking about it, she probably learned Kakaka like bully.

Also related to it is another article, Tang Huixin with a more sunny and bold personality and Haitang (that article is called Furong) who are not so open-minded. I will write again next year.

Thank you for watching my poor writing, and I also regret that I didn't show a better story and express it more clearly.

But it's over here, if you can, leave a comment to support my poor author :)