Grandpa's Obsession

The tenth day of September in the fourth year of Yongzheng.

The weather on this day is not good. Although the temperature is still a bit high, the sun is covered by dark clouds, and occasionally there is the cry of autumn cicadas, which is also weak. stuffy.

Lying in the pile of torn cotton wool, Yinhu felt clearer than ever before, even the continuous coughing was not as dense as before, and his soft body could barely sit up.

He leaned against the mottled wall with difficulty, looked at the falling yellow leaves almost greedily through the broken window paper, but his face was indifferent.

He knew that he had already run out of fuel, and he knew even more that today was the return date, and this time was just a flashback before he died.

He stared blankly at the yellow leaf falling to the window sill, stretched out his hand strenuously to try to reach it, but finally had to put it down.

Looking back on this life, how similar is it to this moment?

Can't ask for it!

Four simple words summed up my life.

At first I was not reconciled, but slowly I started to think about it, this life is nothing more than that.

I only wish that, life after life, I will never be in the emperor's house again.

The sky gradually turned yellow, and streaks of golden yellow shot in through the gaps in the window, taking advantage of the floating dust in the room, it seemed to be dancing.

His eyes were gradually blurred, he couldn't help squinting his eyes, feeling the strength slowly leaving his body, a smile could not help but the corner of his mouth, after all, it was time to leave.

In the blur, he seemed to see Erniang Xiaojiu standing in front of him and waving. An illusory smile appeared on his face, and he stretched out his hand to grab them, but he didn't even hear the sound of the door being pushed open.

I just feel that my body is getting heavier and heavier, drifting up and down, seeing a touch of golden yellow in a trance, and falling into chaos.

Yinzhen was reviewing the memorial at first, but gradually became restless, tried to look at it a few more times, but couldn't suppress the restlessness in his heart, put down the things in his hand and walked out of Xinuang Pavilion involuntarily.

Unexpectedly, he walked here but came here, stood outside the door for a long time, he was still hesitating whether to go in, since he had not seen that person again since he was imprisoned.

Without knowing why, he pushed the door open and walked in.

The sudden sunlight in the evening made it hard to keep his eyes open. He just entered the dark room and felt a little uncomfortable. He couldn't help covering his eyes with his hands.

But I saw the man sitting leaning against the wall, with a withered face like a ghost, long withered yellow hair entwined indiscriminately, so thin that only a bone remained, flies and insects crawled in and out of the tattered clothes on his body from time to time, and his body was covered with hair. He didn't notice the stench, but the illusory smile on his face seemed happy and satisfied, and he stretched out his right hand tremblingly, not knowing what he wanted to do.

Yinzhen just looked at the man like this until the man gradually closed his eyes, stopped breathing, and fell on the bed.

After closing his eyes for a long time, he let out a long sigh.

Opening his eyes again, he was still the decisive emperor, turned and left without saying a word.

Yinhu originally thought that his life would be over after death, and he could be regarded as liberated, but when he became conscious again, he found that he could wander around, but others could not see him.

After trying for a few days, he had to smile wryly, and he really became the legendary ghost.

It's just that he is not afraid of the sun, and he can roam around. The only weird thing is that he can't leave Yinzhen's side for a hundred feet.

So he could only look at him.

I watched him work hard to build a career, and I also watched him work hard every day and gradually become unable to do what he wanted.

Yinhu looked at his fourth brother and could only smile wryly.

He used to work hard for that seat, but now he can't wait to be far away from that seat.

That seat, that seat, I really don't know if it was worth it when the brothers fought for it.

So he watched his exhaustion get worse day by day but insisted on discussing the results with his courtiers, watched him cover his mouth and cough in the middle of the night but stared at the papers that could never be finished, watched his body gradually weaken go down.

I have to admit that his fourth brother is really serious and responsible in terms of being the emperor. What would he do if he changed himself?

After much deliberation, I can't think about it.

If it didn't happen, how could it be imagined only by imagination.

Finally came such a day, Yinhu remembers, that day was the night of August 13, 23th year of Yongzheng, the fourth child was still reviewing papers, but at a certain moment, the hand holding the pen let go and slipped beside him, his body was so crooked On the collapse.

His fourth brother actually went just like that.

For a moment, he was in a daze.

This person just disappeared?

He didn't see the fourth child coming out, maybe he was the only exception?But why only yourself?

So he watched Hongli succeeding to the throne, the so-called prosperity of Kangxi and Qianlong, the gradual decline of the Qing Dynasty, the blond and blue-eyed Maozi raging on the territory of the Qing Dynasty, the painful 60 years, The founding of New China, watching the world move towards Datong...

Then he finally got tired, bored, and didn't want to watch any more.

So I closed my eyes.

Only the four words "fourth brother" and "Yinzhen" echoed in my mind from time to time, and slowly, only the attachment to these four words remained, and I couldn't remember the others.

There is no joy, no hatred.

The only thing on my mind is those four words: Fourth Brother, Yinzhen.