Standing up to the west wind and geese not returning

The red sun slanted westward.In a blink of an eye, it was time to part, between the three-foot bed tents.Tenderness and love can only end abruptly.

Yan Ci looked at Du Zijin with his arms propped up. Because he was playing around just now, Yan Ci's long hair was loose and his blue hair was hanging down. Hair. Today, let Ah Ci comb your hair for His Highness."

Du Zijin smiled and sat up, took out a kit from his arms, and gently handed it to Yan Ci, who took it under Du Zijin's signal.It was empty inside.

Yan Ci was puzzled, but Du Zijin signaled Yan Ci to look again.Yan Ci looked carefully for a long time, and then found a hair at the bottom of the kit. Yan Ci was puzzled and asked, "Your Highness, this is..."

Du Zijin smiled and said, "That day I tied my hair for Ah Ci, and later I picked it from a comb. When you are not around, you can also talk about your lovesickness."

Yan Ci seems to be particularly fond of tears today. Hearing what Du Zijin said at this moment, tears fell again. Du Zijin knew that he was reluctant, but he didn't say any more, just silently wiped away the tears for him Falling, said, "It's the best thing for two people to be happy. Why did Ah Ci make such a sad gesture?"

Yan Ci wiped away his tears and laughed himself.Said, "Your Highness, wait for me."

After speaking, he got up and opened a small drawer on the dressing table, and took out a pair of scissors from it.

Your skin and hair is from your parents.But Yan Ci cut off a strand of hair without hesitation, then tied it with red thread, put it in the kit, and said, "I am a man, so I don't tie my hair with His Highness. But A strand of hair, if His Highness does not dislike it, please keep it by your side."

Du Zijin turned over and got out of bed, put the kit and Yan Ci together in his arms, and said, "I don't like my heart."

Yan Ci took advantage of the opportunity to push Du Zijin down in front of the dressing table, holding a peach wood engraved gold comb, and pressed Du Zijin's hair one by one. Yan Ci held the thick black hair in his hand, and it fell out Tears, said, "Your Highness's hair is growing well."

Du Zijin looked at Yan Ci's expression from the brass mirror, but felt that such a moment was really priceless.

By the time Yan Ci combed his hair, the sun had already set, leaving only the afterglow all over the ground, urging the people who traveled far to get up as soon as possible.

Du Zijin looked in the mirror and said, "A Ci's hair is really beautiful. After I've been busy for a while, A Ci will tie my hair every day, okay?"

Yan Ci didn't speak, just nodded silently.Tears also rolled down with big ones.

Du Zijin looked at Yan Ci's face through the bronze mirror, and saw Yan Ci's smiling face with tears streaming down his face, and his disheveled hair seemed to have just been torn.

Du Zijin got up with a smile, stood up and tied Yan Ci's hair, and then said, "A Ci is waiting for me. I will take you back to Beijing within three months."

After Du Zijin finished speaking, he kissed Yan Ci lightly on the forehead, then paused for a while, then turned and left.

When he walked out of the outer window, Du Zijin heard Yan Ci's wail from inside. He had never seen Yan Ci cry so sadly, but he had no choice but to turn around and leave.

The afterglow of the sun dissipated completely, and the room became empty and lonely. Yan Ci leaned against a hollow screen alone, watching the sky outside dimming little by little, silent.Don't cry or laugh.

Someone knocked lightly on the door, and it rang about three or four times before Yan Ci came back to his senses.

Yan Ci stumbled to open the door, but there was no one outside.On the moonlit bluestone steps in front of the door, there is a bouquet of crabapple flowers, a bowl of mung bean porridge and a small plate of neatly sliced ​​Xipo beef.

When Yan Ci saw that bouquet of crabapple flowers, all the sections were cut neatly, which was Yu Qiao's usual method.

But now the breeze is coming.The light blue night is like an ink scroll.Yan Ci looked around.But no one was seen.

Yan Ci brought the crabapple flowers and the tray into the room, drank a few sips of mung bean porridge, and lay down on the bed with a mouthful of beef in his mouth. It was obviously less than an hour apart, but why Yan Ci began to miss him so much .

Gently close your eyes, the ambergris aroma fills the bed.Yan Ci hugged the pillow Du Zijin had just used, unwilling to separate his mind to do other things.Little by little the night came up.On the first night in early autumn, Yan Ci fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, there is a majestic palace in the capital, Qionglou Yuyu, carved railings and jade tiles, and ninety-nine and 81 steps in front of the Golden Luan Hall.

The corpses lay horizontally, and blood snaked down the gold-carved dragon-patterned bricks.Yan Ci stood under the high platform, and the blood flowed to the soles of his feet little by little, like a terrifying red snake, trying to eat away his remaining sanity little by little.

Yan Ci felt terrified. He turned to look at the main hall, but he couldn't find Du Zijin anywhere. There was a cold wind blowing, and there were only fluttering curtains on the main hall, like banners calling for souls.

"Your Highness... Your Highness..."

Yan Ci shouted, but no one responded to him.The empty hall is like a dilapidated temple, revealing an endless sense of decadence.

Yan Ci stood where he was, only feeling a heavy bloody smell that made him almost vomit.

Blood, blood everywhere, mutilated limbs like dead branches on trees.Messy piles filled the entire hall.

Yan Ci seemed to smell ambergris, he walked out of the hall slowly following the scent, outside was the blue-black sky, just as Yan Ci raised his head, there was a huge black crow rushing towards his face, with the intention of endless death huge cry.

"Ah——" Yan Ci screamed and sat up, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his hair was sticking to his face, making Yan Ci's face even paler.

"Yan Ci!" Suddenly someone broke through the window, and Yu Qiao came to Yan Ci's bed with a sword.His face was full of worry.

Yan Ci was startled, and couldn't help opening his eyes wide, and said, "Brother Yuqiao?"

Yu Qiao took a step forward, looked at Yan Ci's appearance of being fished out of the water, and couldn't help saying, "Yan Ci, you... what's wrong with you."

Most of the time, Yu Qiao called Lord Yan Ci, but tonight she called Yan Ci by his name directly. Yan Ci shook his head lightly and said, "Brother Yu Qiao won't show up again. Why..."

Yu Qiao's eyes sank, and she said, "Then I'll leave now."

"Stop!" Yan Ci uttered a rare stern expression to stop Yu Qiao, and Yan Ci put on his outer shirt and got out of bed. A nightmare just now made Yan Ci lose half of his soul.Now when I walk, I feel that there is no root under my feet, and every step is soft.

"Brother Yuqiao and I have known each other not long ago, but we have been together all the way, and we can be regarded as life-and-death friends. What is going on now, I can't even ask a word."

Yan Ci was panting slightly when he spoke, only feeling top-heavy and dizzy.

Yu Qiao turned her head to look at Yu Qiao, only looking at the person in front of her. At the moment, she was dressed casually and her long hair was loose. She was a little softer and more beautiful than usual, but her words were a little more rigid than usual. A sense of strength.

It gave Yu Qiao some other feelings.There was no light in the room, but a lamp hung far outside.

The light here is not very bright.As the moonlight shone in, Yu Qiao still felt that Yan Ci's face was quite beautiful, as if it would shine brightly in this quiet dark night.

Yu Qiao turned around and clenched the long knife in her hand. The name still felt rough in the palm of her hand. Yu Qiao lowered her eyebrows and said, "I thought you didn't want to see me."

"Why don't I want to see you." Yan Ci took another step forward and said, "I regard you as the elder brother who loves me the most from the bottom of my heart, and Yan Ci will engrave everything you have paid for Yan Ci along the way. , how can you not want to see you. What is it that makes you feel that I don't want to see you? "

Yu Qiao's expression froze for a moment, brother, I am to him.He is an elder brother, but he felt relieved for a moment. If he could stay by his side in this capacity, wouldn't he have to go far for the rest of his life?

Yu Qiao suddenly smiled and said, "Your Highness is here, I thought someone would accompany you, I was afraid you would find it annoying, so..." Yan Ci is not a stupid person.

Seeing Yu Qiao's daily behavior, he can guess one or two, but Yan Ci always feels that if he is given hope in this regard, it will still delay him in the future.

He said, "You are my elder brother, and I respect you. And he is my sweetheart. I want to go to hell with him. He is irreplaceable. Of course, you are also irreplaceable. It's just that you and him are in different positions. Different positions forever."

Yu Qiao suddenly felt a little unsteady, staggered, took half a step back, and then smiled, "Got it. You should rest early. If you have something to do, call out. I'm not far away."

Yan Ci turned his back slightly.The words are out.Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.Since he has his own heart, he will not give another person expectations without results.This sentence is out.There will be no further words.

Yu Qiao looked at Yan Ci's gently turned shoulder in the light of night.The unique thinness of young people made Yan Ci look thinner than usual.

Yu Qiao looked at the back and said nothing for a long time.All his love died the moment he surfaced, but this moment truly belonged to the two of them.The subtle emotions between him and him that can be felt by each other.stop here.I don't mention it in this life.

Yu Qiao slowly stretched out her hand, wanting to touch Yan Ci's shoulder.But the moment he was about to touch Yan Ci, he suddenly took it back.

Yan Ci turned his back to Yu Qiao.See shadows on the ground.The shadow withdrew its outstretched hand.

Turn around slowly and leave.Yan Ci's own shadow remained.Falling among the white jade.Lonely is like Yan Ci's short life.

time flies.It has been more than a month since Du Zijin left.On the day of Yan Ci, he finally received a letter from the capital.

A thick stack of paper wrote about the climate in central Beijing and the dead leaves on the long street, as well as the autumn wind and southern geese and the first snow in front of the temple.

However, he was the only one who mentioned the Beijing-China-Korean Bureau.I don't see him mentioning the danger of narrow escape and the road ahead covered with blood.

Why.Yan Ci sighed softly.It fell in the setting sun of September when the cold wind started.