Dressed as an actor in the Qing Dynasty

A rain made a happy event almost turn into a funeral, but the marriage between the Shang and Qin families finally got married. The merchant's eldest son suddenly fell ill on the way to meet his relatives. The business mansion is filled with red, but now it is so dead and silent.

Shang Chengde is now in a coma, and the seven or eight doctors in the room are suffering day and night, and the Shang mansion is shrouded in a gloomy cloud of gloom, so there is no joy at all.

In such a situation, Shang Chengen had to delay leaving Beijing for a few days. While settling up and down in the mansion, he sent people out to look for Shang Chengjun who had not returned for a few days. The chaos seemed to be all concentrated in the past few days. Master Shang and Mrs. Shang were both sick in bed after being hit by this blow. At the end of the day, he didn't even close his eyes, and he didn't even have time to change his clothes.

After finally cleaning up the mess in the Shang Mansion by six or seven points, Shang Chengen changed his clothes, opened the door and entered Shang Chengde's room.

The strong smell of medicine filled the room, with a hint of bitterness.

Shang Chengen didn't expect Qin Simin to be there, so he couldn't help but be taken aback, and then called sister-in-law, Qin Simin hurriedly wiped the wet corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, stood up and saluted gracefully, and smiled reluctantly, "Uncle, I've been busy for a few days."

Shang Chengen didn't get close because of the difference between men and women, so he just nodded lightly when he heard the words, "Is elder brother better?"

Qin Simin's tears rolled down again when she heard this, she knew it was impolite, but she couldn't stop her tears.

Seeing her like this, Shang Chengen only comforted her, "The imperial doctor said there is nothing serious, and she must wake up in a few days."

Qin Simin nodded excitedly.The two stopped talking, and at the same time looked at the man on the bed who showed no signs of waking up, feeling sore in his heart, Shang Chengen left the room without waiting any longer.

Mo Jiu was standing outside the door, Shang Chengen said casually, "He... is he awake?"

At the gate of a courtyard, Mo Jiu jumped off his horse, took the reins and led the two horses to the stable inside, fed some hay and water, patted the horses' buttocks, and entered the inner room.

This house was originally a rest house bought by Shang Chengen. It covers a small area, only two wing rooms and a horse shed. There is nothing in it except tables, chairs and beds, only some additions in the past few days Utensils such as pots, stoves and dishes.

Mo Jiu lived here for the past few days, and lived with an old doctor.

"Master, when are we leaving?" Mo Jiu poured a bowl of tea for Shang Chengen.

"In a few days." "Hey." Mo Jiu stopped asking.

Shang Chengen held the tea bowl to his mouth, "What's going on inside?"

The smile on Mo Jiu's face faded, and he was silent for a while, "...Most of my life is gone."

Shang Chengen remained silent, and there was no expression in his downcast eyes.

Mo Jiu said, "Master, we all left that day, why did you turn back?" Shang Chengen didn't speak, he had already walked a few steps that day, but he heard a faint voice in his ear.

"……help me."

If he didn't believe it, even if he said it, no one would believe it. With such lightning, thunder, and torrential rain, how can a person who has already died make a sound?Even though it was so weak and inaudible, it stubbornly pierced through layers of rain curtains and reached his ears, telling him to stop.

Shang Chengen once thought that if he hadn't practiced martial arts and his hearing was more sensitive than ordinary people, maybe that wisp of soul would have disappeared forever in the vast world. ☆Book☆Fragrant☆Family☆Diary☆Years later, when Shang Chengen thought of this scene again, his heart felt like a sharp dagger was stabbed deep in his heart, and the pain made him unable to breathe. Every time at that time, he would use all his strength to hug Only by kissing the man in his arms tightly can he suppress the pain in his heart.

The wooden door creaked open, Mo Jiu stepped aside, and Shang Chengen walked in.

The room was quiet, the faint sunlight came in through the wooden windows, soft but not glaring, the air was filled with a faint fragrance of herbs, the man on the bed quietly closed his eyes, his face was soft, as if he had fallen asleep, the lips With a slight curvature.

Shang Chengen stopped in front of the bed, looking at the man quietly, probably no one could imagine the scars on the man's body under the quilt.

"Second master was not there that day, and he didn't see what the old doctor and I saw when we opened his mouth. He actually...bitten off a piece of each other's flesh."

Mo Jiu sighed, "I used to think that he was just like other opera singers, stalking others, seeking favor and flattery. Now that I think about it, even if he kowtowed and begged for mercy, he would not have ended up like this. The doctor also said that he was a stubborn When he scraped off the rotten flesh, I was beside him, and he passed out from the pain without making a sound."

Half a month later, Shang Chengde woke up, and the whole Shang manor was in a hurry. Master Shang and Mrs. Shang hurriedly invited wizards and Taoists to set up altars in the mansion, blowing horns, dancing with drums and gongs, and drew pictures of auspicious and ominous beasts. Zero Beast was pasted on the door beam of the house to drive away evil spirits and ward off evil spirits, and it made a big fuss for three days.

When Shang Chengen went to see Shang Chengde, Shang Chengde was leaning against the head of the bed, and Qin Simin was holding a medicine bowl and feeding him soup and medicine one spoon at a time.

Seeing him go in, Shang Chengde waved his hand and told Qin Simin to go down. Qin Simin took the medicine bowl and gave up the room to the two brothers.

Shang Chengen sat down by the bed.

Shang Chengde's face was pale, his lips had no trace of blood, and his voice was hoarse, "Where...is he buried?"

Shang Chengen's eyebrows moved slightly, but he didn't speak.

Shang Chengde smiled wryly, coughed a few times, and unexpectedly stained the skirt of his clothes red.

"Brother..." Shang Chengen frowned.

"It's okay." Shang Chengde shook his head, swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat, took a breath for a while, and said, "Didn't you find him?" Shang Chengen lowered his head.

Shang Chengde smiled, and waved his hands weakly at him, "Go out, let me be quiet for a while."

After closing the door, Shang Chengen turned around, and Qin Simin was standing aside.

At the end of the corridor, Qin Simin wiped the corners of his eyes, "He's not dead, is he?"

Shang Chengen's face was still deserted.

Qin Simin lowered her head, "I heard everything my uncle said to Mo Jiu that day."

The moisture in the eyes slid down the delicate face, "I heard about the two of them before I got married, and I knew that Chengde only had him in his heart, but now that I am his wife, I have to ask my uncle for help." For one thing, if that person is really not dead, I beg my uncle not to let him appear in front of Chengde again."

Shang Chengen was silent for a while, "...Don't worry, sister-in-law."

There was a carriage parked in front of the Shang residence, Mo Jiu sat in front with the groom, Master Shang, Mrs. Shang, Shang Chengde, Qin Simin, and all the servants of the Shang residence saw Shang Chengen off at the door.

Mrs. Shang reluctantly held the second son's hand, her eyes were reddened, "Okay, I have to go that far."

"Mother, the child will send a letter back." Shang Chengen showed a rare gentleness on his face.

Mrs. Shang took a bundle from the maidservant and stuffed it into her son's arms, "Take these clothes, the torn cotton wool in the barracks is like an iron shell, if it's frozen..."

Mrs. Shang was choked with sobs and couldn't continue. Master Shang hugged her, patted Shang Chengen's shoulder, and sighed, "Take care." Shang Chengen nodded, and turned his gaze to Shang Chengde.

Qin Simin supported Shang Chengde, Shang Chengde's face was still sickly pale, but his complexion had improved a lot, "The army is different from the family, so it is necessary to suffer. I have already said hello to Uncle Liu. If you need anything, just do it." Tell him, it's better to have him take care of you."

"Brother, I understand, you too... Take care."

Shang Chengde smiled weakly, glanced at the carriage, and said slowly, "Although the carriage is slow, it is safer than riding a horse. Don't be in a hurry on the road."

Before he finished speaking, there was already a sharp cough.

Shang Chengen frowned, and stretched out his hand to gather the outer robe for him, "Brother, take care."

After speaking, he turned and got on the carriage.

The coachman whipped his whip, and with a bang, the wheels rolled over the bluestone slabs. Mrs. Shang held a handkerchief and whimpered softly, and was embraced by Master Shang. Shang Chengde gathered his robe, coughing and watching the carriage recover. The farther you go.

"Ahem... let's go." Shang Cheng pulled his collar tightly and turned around slowly.

Qin Simin helped him turn around, but Shang Chengde stopped, turned his head and looked at the carriage again, unable to take his eyes off for a long time. "What's the matter?" Qin Simin looked up at him, but saw a gleam of light slipping down his cheek.

Shang Chengde shook his head, with a weak smile on his lips, "Suddenly...the eyes are sore."

But he didn't know that the person he was thinking of was in that carriage right now.A curtain separated, missed, was actually forever.

The green willows beside the road swayed slowly with the wind, the carriage gradually drifted away, and finally disappeared into the depths of the dense smoky green willows, and the scene of seeing that person for the first time suddenly appeared in my mind.

With carved blue windows and a splendid white robe, the man looked back slightly.

A thousand years at a glance.