Snow Chihiro

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On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, a woman walked into the courtyard. She was about 30 years old, dressed luxuriously, and her face was weathered.She is beautiful and tough, and her eyes attracted me. I stood up from the steps, trying to make sure that she was the "it".

The "Miss Su" that my father said, the momentary glare of the emperor's uncle, the raising of my uncle's eyes, and the frowning of my aunt almost made me confirm it, and I ran in happily to tell my aunt that "it" was coming.

But she is not.

I followed her into the room, and the aunt who was on the bed with ginseng in her mouth forced her eyes open for an instant, and then dimmed again.

She is not "it", but she is somewhat like "it".I think so.

Miss Su went to my aunt's bed and sat down on the brocade pier, and my aunt waved me out.I stood ten feet away, pacing back and forth, feeling uneasy, and finally couldn't help pushing the door open again.At that moment, I knew that people really have many kinds of appearances. The sitting person has black eyebrows like willows, eyes like water, and the thin lips that are bitten tightly seem to ooze blood.My aunt seemed to have regained her strength. She stood up and stared at her obsessively, without even realizing that I had entered.

I stood there, motionless, as if taking a breath would shatter the scene in front of me.

Auntie looked at her for a long time, just looking, neither far nor close, and gradually it didn't look like she was looking at her, her eyes penetrated her body and reached a place far, far away.I only took a breath at this time, and after a long time, my aunt lay down slowly, closed her eyes and said, "Thank you."

That Miss Su smiled lightly, wiped her face with a handkerchief, and returned to her previous appearance. "It's the first time I've heard these two words with His Highness for ten years of confrontation and ten years of mutual support."

"Yi'er, send off the head of the Su family for aunt."

I sent this Miss Su out of the house, and according to my aunt's wishes, I sent her all the way to get on the horse.Ms. Su looked at me amusedly, and smiled after a while: "Three Dongfang people raised you as a child, and they really raised you like three people."

I didn't pay much attention to what she said, because the snow started to fall in the sky. It was like small particles at first, and it melted when it fell on the tip of my nose. It was cool, and then it became bigger and bigger, and it fell fast. In front of the door, it was already like a piece of feather.Auntie was standing in the corridor not far away, she was covered in white fur as if she was going to be covered by snow.

I know her surname is Xue and her name is Qianxun.I once asked her the meaning of the name, and she told me that she guessed that her dad had been looking for someone.

"People search for her thousands of times. Many people in this world spend their whole lives looking for that person. Some people find her, and some people can't find her in the end."

On the New Year's Eve of the tenth year of Zhengde, we were all at my aunt's house that night, drinking wine and talking in low voices, and even my aunt was allowed to have a glass of uncle's wine.The room is warm and pleasant, but I couldn't help but keep looking out the door, wishing that she could push the door in at this moment, and appear in front of my aunt at the last breath of these ten years.

But I am very sad. After all, my aunt is the latter. She spent her whole life and the power of the whole country, but she couldn't find it; she waited, and she didn't wait.

That night, I stayed firmly with Aunt Ji to take care of her. Although she only drank one cup, she seemed drunk and murmured, "Turn back, turn back." I don't know what she was trying to express, Is it because she regrets and wants to turn back, or does she want that "her" to turn back, or, she regrets what she once said related to it, similar to "don't look back".

On the first day of the first month of the 11th year of Zhengde, she closed her eyes amidst the sound of New Year's greetings in the early morning, and Aunt Ji changed her into a crisp men's plain robe according to her last wish. Only then did I realize that there was no flesh on her wrist bones. , only covered with a layer of skin that turned from pale to gray.She didn't know what kind of perseverance she used to persevere until the end of the ten-year wait, but the person she was waiting for did not come back to keep the promise.I don't know if such a person is worth waiting for.

Aunt Xiwu's posthumous title is Zhaowu, and the sage heard that Zhou Da is Zhao, which shows her appearance and beauty; Gangjiang Zhili is Wu, which shows her great achievements.The mausoleum system is comparable to that of the ancestors. On the bank of the imperial mausoleum, banquets, banquets, and marriages will be suspended for a hundred days, and the imperial court will be suspended for fifteen days. Slaughtering is prohibited.Uncle Emperor gave her the highest honor he could.

Father and Uncle lead the coffin, Taishi and Taifu personally wrote the epitaph of the mourning text, the founding general Gu Changfeng was visiting his relatives, and led two thousand phoenix feathers to escort the coffin as a disciple. No two.

But what's the point?I don't know.

By the time of the 12th year of Zhengde, my aunt's death had little effect on the dynasty, and we were the only ones who could hardly be happy with Gu Moran on the first day of the new year.Three years later, both Xiwu and Zhaowu have become history and legends, only the boundless territory of Daming is still clearly showing her meritorious deeds.

I was 14 years old this year, and I was traveling under the order of my teacher. I went to Hamiwei on the third day of July.This once dangerous frontier city is now counted as the inner domain of the Ming Dynasty, but it is still essential to the road to business. The city is very lively, and there are many barbarian people with red hair and blue eyes.I was wandering in the street, occasionally stopped to listen to their conversation, just thought it was interesting, suddenly a hand was stretched out, I quickly avoided, looked up and saw a woman in her 30s, but still pretending to be a girl dress up.There is a bit of pride in her eyebrows, like a person in the Jianghu, with a saber hanging from the waist of her entourage behind her.

"resembles."

Although her voice was low, I still heard her. I was startled, and clasped my fists and said, "This... girl, did you recognize the wrong person?"

She withdrew her hand and smiled: "I admitted the wrong person."

She didn't seem to want to talk to me, so I left, and after walking a few steps, she called me again, "Little brother, it is fate to meet you, if you encounter any trouble, you may as well come to Lianyun Commercial Firm."

This is really a strange person. I think she may have some connection with an elder in my family, but I stayed in Hamiwei for a month and met her several times, but she never mentioned it.

I traveled for a total of one year and seven months on this trip, and it was already August 16th in the [-]th year of Zhengde when I returned to the capital.The next day I went to worship in front of my aunt's mausoleum. In early autumn, the wind was light and the shadows of the trees were whirling. The mausoleum of white marble was magnificent and quiet.It was here that I met that "her".

At this time, she is not quite the same as that of Su Patriarch, and she is also different from what I imagined.But just one look and I'm sure she's "her".The sun was so warm, the evening wind so light, and the sadness in her was unlike any I had ever seen.I can't describe how she feels to me, only at this moment, I don't blame her anymore.

She is sitting in a wheelchair, her hair hangs over her shoulders, her eyes are black and bright, but the one on the left is a little stagnant when it turns, her hands are placed flat on her lap, but she leans forward slightly, her eyes stop at her. On the tombstone in front of me, it seems that I don't know where I saw it.Just like the eyes I often see in my aunt.

I didn't hide, and approached slowly. The Yiren woman behind her looked back at me. She had a high nose bridge and eyes like gems. I don't like Yiren's appearance very much, but I have to admit that she is shockingly beautiful.

"Master."

That "she" looked at me for a while before slowly turning her head back, her agile eyes fell on me, and asked softly, "Are you Brother A Liang's child?"

"My name is Dongfang Yi."

She nodded and said to the tombstone, "Yi'er has come to see you."

This is the mausoleum given by the Holy Majesty. It is the monument erected by my father and uncle. I knelt for three days and three nights to pay respects to the visitors.But now she seems to be the master here, and I should take it for granted.Her eyes were not red, her voice was not hoarse, let alone a drop of tears, but I felt that the pain radiating from her body made the wind stop.I don't know why I feel this way. I couldn't figure it out until I went back, and after thinking about it for a long time, I suddenly remembered that I forgot to ask a question that I had been angry with for six years.

"Why didn't you come back as scheduled?"

Later, I met her many times because she built a manor next to the aunt's mausoleum, but every time I met, I would forget this question, and I would think about it after I left, until I had no chance to ask it again five years later.

She was buried in the aunt's tomb without a tombstone.

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The author has something to say:

This is the end of the story, thank you to those who can see here.There are still some extra episodes, but they are more or less colorful. If you have to make a lot of changes and post them here, it will change the taste. I will briefly explain the story line to everyone.

The story is about Xue Qianxun who was taken away shortly after being sold as a child bride. The person who took her away was the flower picker who took her away from Xuefu. At the beginning, he feigned death to escape, and then tracked down Xue Qianxun. Xun took her away from the captivity to enjoy the world, and was later discovered and killed by Zuo Lengchan and others, but the so-called righteous people who Zuo Lengchan knew sold her to a brothel after they raped Xue Qianxun, and Zuo Lengchan's character was thus There is a shift.

Xue Qianxun once fell in love with someone in the brothel, but was let down, so she accepted her fate until she met Dongfang Li.

The other is Dongfang Liang's episode. After he was "poisoned", he went out to solve the problem, had an intersection with a brothel woman, and gave birth to Dongfang Yi.Although he still liked Dongfang Xi, he did not force him, took over Jin Yiwei's burden, married that woman, and raised his son.According to the arrangement of the story, Dongfang Liang should actually be the real Dongfang Bubai, because the arrival of Dongfang Li changed his fate.Among the many characters in the story, I personally admire Dongfang Liang and Gu Changfeng the most. They are upright, kind, firm, forbearing, willing to sacrifice, consider the overall situation, and know how to let go...but I still like Xue Qianxun the most haha.

Finally, the epidemic is severe, please protect yourself and your family.See you in the next article.