Chen Qing Ling continues to be happy

6.2 A Xing

On a night in late autumn, there has just been a moderate rain. The fallen leaves in the depths of the clouds are washed away by the rain, and merged into the mountain stream, drifting farther and farther away, and I don't know where they went.

The door of the quiet room was closed, and Lan Wangji sat under a dead tree in front of the courtyard with disheveled hair, letting his white clothes get drenched by the rain.He played the guqin one after another, the sound of the qin was depressing and desolate, disjointed, like complaining like thinking, like weeping like complaining...

Lan Xichen watched this scene from a distance and could only sigh.Lan Jingyi next to him whispered, "Zewu-jun, since Senior Wei left, Hanguang-jun has been like this for three days, without food or drink. We had no choice but to call you back urgently. You see This is how to do ah."

With pain in his eyes, Lan Xichen said, "When my mother left, he also played the piano here for several days. He didn't eat or drink, and finally fainted... You guys, it's better to watch here." Lan Xichen Xi Chenyao knew that his younger brother was stubborn, and it was useless to persuade him, so he could only shake his head, turn around and leave.

"Zheng..." There was a sound of the piano, the string broke, and Lan Wangji's finger was instantly cut by the string, blood sprayed out and splashed all over the piano, but he didn't stop, and continued to play, allowing his finger to be cut. Wounds, cuts, and deep bone can be seen.

Lan Wangji seemed to be in a daze. He saw the dead tree beside him trembling slightly, as if crying for him.He thought to himself, this tree has been here for so many years, and it was still lush when his mother was there, so he often played the piano here for his mother.Later, Wen's fire burned Yunshen, and this tree was also burned. I heard that my father was seriously injured under this tree and died.Later, Yun Shen did not know where to rebuild it, and he didn't know why Lan Qiren was so determined not to remove the tree, maybe it was to let him remember his parents.Every time under this tree, Lan Wangji would feel very relaxed, but also very sad.

Thinking about it, Lan Wangji realized that his eyes were blurred, and his surroundings were filled with fog, and he couldn't see anything.A figure in the distance slowly walked towards him, somewhat familiar and somewhat friendly, getting closer and closer, Lan Wangji's heart trembled, and he blurted out: "Mother!"

That's right, what appeared in front of Lan Wangji was A Xing, Lan Wangji's biological mother, who had passed away for many years.A Xing squatted down gently, touched Lan Wangji's wet hair, and said, "My Zhan Zhan, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying here? Is it too lonely to be alone?"

Lan Wangji told himself that this is not real, this is an illusion, but he couldn't move his eyes away, staring straight at his mother, hoping to take a second look and listen for a while.

"Fool, it's useless for a person to be sad here, do you know why that person left you?"

"why?"

"Mother, let me tell you a story."

"it is good"

"Back then, my mother married your father. Although circumstances forced me to marry each other, they were happy with each other. I was imprisoned by your father and separated from your mother and child. My mother did not regret or complain. But, do you know why in the end my mother wanted to marry you?" leave you?"

"Why?"

"Because so many years have passed, your father has never really understood me. Although he protected me, he also trapped me. Although he didn't blame me for killing Elder Lan He, he couldn't forgive himself. He couldn't let go of Lan He. Family and etiquette, they can't let me go, they can only trap themselves, and never see me for the rest of their lives."

"So, you left us?"

"Zhan Zhan, the most desperate thing in life is when two people trap each other and themselves in the name of love. I choose to leave to give him a chance to choose. After I leave, he will stay in this ginkgo tree Under the tree, the tree burned, and he left, that was his choice."

"Ginkgo tree?! This tree?"

"Yes, child, this ginkgo tree is me. I am here to watch you grow up and become an adult. If you are happy, I will be happy. You are in pain, and mother is also in pain."

"Mother!" Lan Wangji couldn't help crying.

"Zhan Zhan, think about it, that person, what does he need? What does he want you to do for him? Don't be stuck here alone. If that person is gone, you will regret it for the rest of your life. Just like, when you Like father..." A Xing finished speaking, hugged Lan Wangji, turned around and disappeared into the mist.

"Mother! Mother!" Lan Wangji stood up and wanted to go after him, but found that he was asleep and had a dream.

Lan Wangji looked up, and saw that the rain had stopped. It was just dawn, and the dead tree beside him had sprouted a bud.Lan Wangji caressed the bud with his hand emotionally, shedding tears. "Mother, thank you!"

Lan Wangji seemed to have made up his mind. He stood up, took a deep look at Jingshi, put away Wangqin, turned around and left...