Whose Bride in the Red Chamber

In Yuhang Jincheng Town, Shiquan Su's family is also a big family. Now with the prosperity of ethnology, many promising juniors have emerged, which is a sign of prosperity.

Along the way, such a scene also made Su Yunxiu feel a little relieved from the melancholy, and felt very relieved.Knowing that Su Yunxiu has returned to the old house, the neighbors are also a little more eager to get close when they see each other again.During this period of time, although she has disappeared and never visited the clan, her shadow is indispensable behind the busy ethnology, as well as the silent support like spring rain to moisten things.These things have long been spread in Shiquan. Although everyone does not have much knowledge, they still understand the truth that the kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring.

However, during this visit, Su Yunxiu also had other things in his mind, and he didn't have much energy to devote to these trivial matters, but he didn't want to do so, so he got a reputation for being unpretentious and dignified.

The next day, Su Yunxiu admired the plain flowers, wore plain clothes, and carried a bamboo basket with a sacrificial object in his hand, and went to the suburbs alone.

It is late autumn, the yellow grass is luxuriant, there is a lonely grave, there is no place to talk about desolation.

The three pillars of fragrance wafted in, and against that calm and soft face, it was a little trance-like, and it couldn't be seen clearly.Stretch out your hand, word by word, and slowly caress the mottled and broken words in ink. Although there is still a bit of elegance and style, it adds a bit of loneliness and bleakness.

Youan, have you ever blamed me?

If it weren't for me, my aunt might not have left so early, and she even left with a heart full of unwillingness.I am not willing to make your last wish difficult, and even more unwilling to become a joke in the clan because of Su Xuan's matter, which has been subject to rumors.Even though the clan elders no longer have such thoughts, Su Xuan has become the pride of Shiquan's Su family, and the object of admiration and pursuit by the juniors.

However, in this heart, after all, it is difficult to calm down.

However, if you are still around, you must be making fun of my stinginess again.Only women and villains are difficult to raise, perhaps, I am really such a penny-pinching woman.

Thinking of that humble man with a gentle smile on his pale face, half leaning on the couch, twisting the corner of the quilt, sighing like an aria, but condensing all the words into one "Yunxiu" ".That feather-light but heart-warming sigh seemed to be lingering in my ears, and the corners of Yunxiu's mouth couldn't help showing a gentle arc, and gradually, even the eyes filled with smiles: You'an, will you know? Blame me?

I thought that in this life, I would only guard Su Xuan and each other's memories, but I didn't want to...

Accompanying her for three years, waiting for her with all her heart, and even, not hesitating to plunge herself into a quagmire to make it difficult to get out, so much love, how could she be willing to let her down?

People are not plants and trees, so how can one be ruthless? She is not iron and stone, so how can she not be tempted?

Only the gentle autumn wind blows with a little chill, not even a little bird singing and insect singing.

Yunxiu raised her head slightly, no matter how warm the late autumn sun is, it always has a bit of coolness, which makes people feel that a corner is inexplicably missing, and they only feel regretful.

From that day on, she walked out in the morning dew every day, and left reluctantly when the sunset was all over the sky.Sitting in front of the tomb overgrown with yellow grass, talking about the three years, Qin Zijun's little bit, about the mutual support of Leshantang, about Yangzhou's full support, about the sickness and serious injury in the capital, and about the time when he left. A sense of understanding and reluctance...

It seems that they want to say everything about the two of them at once in this day after day.

But the two people who knew her best were far away in the capital, but they seemed to be able to feel the entanglement and loss at this moment.Ever since Yunxiu left the capital, Su Xuan felt that a huge rock was weighing on his heart, no matter how hard it was to calm down, seeing Qin Zijun who came here to help him with his homework, hesitated again and again, but couldn't help but said: "Why are you called mother?" Going back alone? Even to visit...you can go with me. If you insist, she will definitely agree. "

Hearing the concern and protection in his words, Qin Zijun felt warm in his heart, and said with a smile: "It's just a few days away, and I'm fine, why are you so worried?"

"Uncle Qin, you are really..." Su Xuan stomped his feet anxiously. That was Uncle Su. Although his mother seldom talked about it and never revealed anything, how could he not be clear, and his mother's fear would also follow suit. Watching Uncle Su walk away, he fell silent.Now, it's hard to have affection, but in his opinion, no one can say whether this affection can be worth the weight of his heart.Uncle Qin treated his mother well, and he had long been looking forward to this day in his heart. If so, because of this trip to Shiquan, he would be back to the starting point...

He was sweating profusely here, but Qin Zijun acted like this, how could he not be in a hurry or worry?

Qin Zijun naturally understood Su Xuan's intentions, if he said he had no worries in his heart, even he himself would not be able to convince him.Even, there was a little fear, a little fear, but he knew better that it was the deepest knot in her heart, a knot that had to be untied between the two of them.

However, the thoughts and worries in my heart became deeper and deeper as time passed bit by bit.

After pondering over and over again, and deliberating over and over again, I couldn't help writing down the book.Putting down his pen, Qin Zijun looked at the blue sky outside the window and sighed softly: I hope she can get over her knot and come back soon.

"Madam, your letter."

Just after returning from the cemetery, hearing what the old servant said, Su Yunxiu was taken aback for a moment, for no reason, how could there be a letter from her?Could it be that the capital has changed?As soon as this idea came up, he was rejected by himself.Now, Jia's mansion has become a piece of fish on the chopping board. He is in a state of anxiety all day long, too busy to take care of himself, so how can he think about her?What's more, now that she is married to the Kong family, and Qin Zijun is watching over her, even, faintly, even the new emperor has a bit of pity for the Su family.With so many connections, what could happen?

After a lot of thought, but still couldn't figure it out, Yunxiu took the letter paper suspiciously, waved the old servant back, then sat down in front of the desk, bowed her head and opened the letter, wanting to see what happened.

As soon as it was opened, Qin Zijun's clear and powerful handwriting came into view.The letter was not long, just one sentence, but it softened her whole body:

The flowers on the Moshang bloom, and can return slowly.

In the courtyard, the rhododendrons cast a layer of golden light in the setting sun, making their gorgeous appearance even more charming; the swallows that flew from nowhere built a new nest under the eaves, and now is the time to return to their nests.

It turns out that autumn has passed and spring has come, and it has been so long.Yunxiu tilted her head, thinking leisurely, maybe it's time to go back.

With a determined heart, after saying goodbye the next day, Yunxiu packed up her luggage and headed north again.However, the state of mind this time is completely different from the last time. There is no need to worry about the safety of relatives, no need to be wary of Xiaoxiao's cold arrows, no need to care about the declining Jia's mansion, and no need to worry about Lin's mansion or the uneasiness that has been buried in my heart for more than ten years.

The only thing that is close, I am afraid, is this eager heart.

And this mood, with the sight of the majestic and high walls of the capital, and with the smile at the gate of the city, as warm and mellow as the most beautiful wine in the world, all faded away.

"Thank you, I'm back."

"Thank you for waiting for me here."

(Finish)

The author has something to say: After writing this, Deng Hua felt a little complicated, and she couldn't tell whether it was reluctance or regret.

This red building is Denghua's first step in a certain sense, but it has gone through many things.Last year, I resigned due to some things, and then backpacked for nearly half of China, allowing myself to settle down and see many things clearly.

However, at the same time as this experience, Whose Bride also broke up at the hottest time.

Looking back after half a year, in fact, many things that I originally wanted to write are a little blurred, and I don’t know how to write.Perhaps, this ending is a bit hasty, but the ending was conceived by Denghua from the very beginning. The flowers bloom on the Moshang, but they can return slowly. This kind of understanding and tolerance is also what Denghua herself yearns for very much.

However, it is precisely this regret that is urging Denghua not to be willful anymore. In the future, although the current pit product is equal to a negative value, Denghua will work hard to regain, rebuild, code hard, and make a diligent writing hand.

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