forgetting

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

After tea.

The man's face was stained with a heavy blush.

Drink to the point of interest.

He got up, staggering, intending to go back to the house to fetch another jar of wine.

Stopped by Chuhan and the others, he sat down and looked at Jiuqing in a daze.

"Hey, old man, why are you always staring at Jiuqing?" Tang Lian asked directly with a simple and straightforward personality.

The man shook his head, with tears in his eyes, "No..., he's not...," he murmured to himself.

"Not what?" Du Ruo leaned over and asked.

"It's nothing." He got up and wanted to go back to his room, but was dragged back by Du Jin.

Du Jin didn't drink well, and after two or three drinks, he seemed to be drunk.

"If you have something to talk about, don't talk about it like that. All of us... hiccup... are very curious." After speaking, he turned his gaze to Du Ruo, "Isn't it, idiot?"

"Brother, you're drunk..." He caught the wobbly Du Jin and hugged him in his arms.

"I'm not drunk, you get up." After struggling, he straightened up again.

"Hey..." the man smiled and looked at Du Ruo, "I don't drink well either, and he stopped me like that many years ago."

"Who? Which one?" Tang Lian asked.

"My wife," the man smiled and looked at Jiuqing, "my wife, she was born just like this little brother, with snow-white skin and silver-white hair. But her eyes are not like this little brother's." , is bright golden, and the lady's eyes are brown, slightly pink, but she is also a very beautiful person."

As if recalling something happy, the man laughed for a long time, paused, and continued, "I met my wife more than 20 years ago. At that time, I was eighteen and my wife was sixteen. My family is the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River. The lady is a poor scholar who sells calligraphy and sets up a stall."

"Wait..., is your wife a man?" Tang Lian raised her head and looked at the man.

"Well, it's a man."

Looking into the distance, he sighed deeply, and then smiled silently, "That day he was standing by the booth with a white oil-paper umbrella, and he was as beautiful as someone who came out of a painting. I was just thinking about how to strike up a conversation It just so happened that some drunk rascals gathered around the stall to molest the lady, so I rolled up my sleeves and went to fight the injustice. I didn’t expect to be beaten up by those rascals.” He smiled, laughed Loudly, "The lady carefully lifted me up and took me to the nearby medical center where I was given medicine. That's how we got to know each other."

"Could it be that your Excellency is Ouyang Che, son of the Ouyang family who was once rich in Jiangnan?" Song Yu asked.

"It's the old man."

"Song Yu, how do you know?" Tang Lian, who was sitting in Song Yu's arms, asked.

Song Yu gently rubbed Tang Lian's head, "Many years ago, before I arrived at the Tang family, I heard from my father who adopted me. My father said that there used to be a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River, and there was a romantic woman in the family." Suave and handsome son. But the son of that family fell in love with a man. The man's name is Ji Wan. Although he looks extraordinary, he is different from others. His skin is as white as snow and his hair is like silver threads. But later..."

"What happened later?" Tang Lian in her arms asked urgently.

The man shook his head, still smiling, but the expression on his face seemed to be crying, "Later..., later..." He sighed heavily, "Later, my father and mother knew this Something happened, they want Wan'er to leave me, but I don't allow it, and force them to die, so they can only agree for the time being."

"Wan'er is very gentle, and has always been gentle to me. I thought, if I can be with Wan'er, I have nothing else to ask for in this life."

"Later..., later..." The wine seemed to be on the head, and there was only a layer of blush at first, but now even the lower beard is stained with a layer of red, "I have been with Wan'er for two years, and it is time to come When I got married, I didn't expect,..., I didn't expect..., they...they actually...!"

The hand holding the wine glass was clenched tightly, the joints were faintly white, and there was a deep sob in the voice, "They actually... secretly put a sufficient amount of arsenic in the wine..., that wine is I brought it over, and I handed it to him. He didn't want to drink, but I forced him to drink it. That day they promised me to marry Wan'er home, and they took the best fruit wine, saying yes Wanting me to give it to Wan'er, I have lost all these years. I thought it was strange, but I...but I still... still gave it to him..."

"Wan'er was lying in my arms like that, holding my hand, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. The bright red blood stained his clothes and his silver hair red. I wanted to wipe him clean, but..., but The blood...can't stop no matter what...he just lay in my arms, held my hand tightly, smiled, and said to me, "Che..., live well for me, if you come here too early If I did, I would be angry..."

"So I survived..., listened to his words and survived, escaped from there, escaped from Ouyang's house..., changed my surname with him, for so many years, so many years, every night when people are quiet, I still think back to the scene that day, I held his hand, the corner of his mouth was bleeding, and he smiled and said to me. He didn’t understand, in fact, the one who is alive is the most painful... It has been so many years, there is not a single day that I don’t tear my heart apart..., there is not a single day that I forget him... how much I want to go with him, but..., I can only live well, live well to repay this Everything, this is my sin, I killed him..., the person who killed him was me..., it was me..."

Ji Che's thin body trembled. He was only in his 40s, but he seemed to be approaching his sixtieth year...

The gray color climbed up the temples, and the tears dripped down the criss-crossed ravines on the face to the stone slab under the feet.

The wine glass in his hand fell to the ground in vain, and "Kacha—" shattered on the ground.

"Bang dong—" there was a sound.

Ji Che knelt heavily on the ground, covered his face with his hands, and cried bitterly.

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