Da Deyun

Yuxi was buried.

Yu Mansion moved to Beijing from Xiangzhou, but only for a few years, unlike other mansions that have rented land from old graves.

There is no big deal, and there is no mourning like last time.The family sent her away quietly, on the back hill of Deyun Academy.

A flat mountain, without overgrown weeds, without dense green trees, with a flat and vast top, the sight of the prosperity of Shengjing can be seen at a glance.

At night, there is a bright moon in the sky.

This place is close to the academy, so you can go back and have a look whenever you want; the teachers and brothers will also come to see her.

Like ordinary girls, she likes nice clothes, nice-smelling powder, and nice flowers.

The young masters planted a tung tree next to her tomb, which was beaten to death by the snow; everyone put flowers in front of the monument, all in her favorite color.

She will love it.

yes.She would like it, but her elder brother Xuan didn't like it.No matter how beautiful the place she is, as long as she is not by his side, it is not good.

He didn't wake up from his lethargy until nightfall.

He opened his eyes, his arms were empty, the bed beside him was cold, the faint candles flickered in the room, and the shadows swayed on his face.

He didn't seem to wake up, he just felt a great pain in his chest, he opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, his eyes turned red instantly.

Looking up, she threw off the quilt and hurriedly got out of bed to go out.But not eating for two or three days, and guarding Yuxi's body on the bed has made him extremely weak. .His feet softened and he fell straight down, hitting the corner of the mahogany table, and the celadon teacup fell to the ground and shattered.

Da Nan and Zhou Jiuliang ran in, and they had been guarding the outer courtyard since the afternoon, waiting for him to wake up, but afraid that he would wake up.

Waking up or not waking up is suffering.

Everyone else went to send Yuxi off, and only two people would come down. They are about the same age as Lao Qin, and they play close together on weekdays. If you really want to stop them, what the children say can always be louder than the words of the elders. Let the children listen to it.

The two pushed the door open and entered, seeing him fall to the ground, they hurried forward to help him up.

"Old Qin, old Qin!"

As if he couldn't hear, he pushed the hands of the two of them away, held on to the corner of the table to stabilize his strength, and ran out stumblingly, his chest heaving and trembling, tears like broken beads.

"Old Qin!" Jiu Liang hugged him by the waist. .Coaxing: "You take care of yourself first, let's eat something first!"

Obviously speaking in a hurry, Zhou Jiuliang himself didn't notice the strong crying.

"Old Qin..." Da Nan also held him back, teary like a wronged child, speechless.

That's right, his sweetheart is gone, and they still have to stop him and let him eat and rest.

Really immoral.

"Let go!" He struggled and shouted hysterically.

Hoarse crack.

"release!"

He was originally thin, although he was tall but his body was not strong at all, how could he withstand the obstacles of the two of them on weekdays.

Now that I'm sick, I'm so weak that I stumble when I walk.But in this way, I don't know where the strength came from, and he climbed to the door of the house while entangled with the two of them.

One step closer.

Just one step away, the door opened.

Jiuliang and Danan exerted their strength at the same time and held him down.Unbearable in a thousand ways, I also tilted my head and closed my eyes to endure the sourness.

"Meng Hetang!"

With this sound, he exhausted all his strength.

His hand hit the engraved pattern on the door heavily, and his fingertips pierced through the window paper heavily, but he still couldn't slide down in the end.

All three fell to the ground.

The two of them changed from locking to hugging, holding Qin Xiaoxian in the middle; it was like when they were young, when the winter was cold and the night was cold, they fell asleep together in the big bunk when they were tired from studying.

"Old Qin..." Da Nan couldn't speak, and began to cry.

The moonlight penetrated into the room through the cut-out window, and Jiu Liang could see Qin Xiaoxian's expression clearly when he tilted his head: his face was pale and haggard, his eyes were lifeless, his eyes were dull, his face was expressionless, and there were only tears streaming down his face Falling down in strings.

"Old Qin." Jiu Liang sniffed, wiped his tears with his cuff, and said in a thick voice, "She didn't leave, she stayed with you all the time, you have to be good."

Your white moonlight is always there.You can see it just by looking up.

He laughed suddenly, pale and desperate.

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"Brother Xuan, I had a dream, you put on the wedding robe I made for you with my own hands..."

With other girls, tie the knot.

Even if some words are not spoken, I think you must understand, just like I understand your mind.

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"You know what I regret the most?" he said.

Jiu Liang was taken aback. .His eyes were red, he pursed the corners of his lips, he understood but lowered his eyes and fell silent.

Danan wiped away the tears around his eyes, and remembered the words Yuxi asked him to convey during the bloody battle in Meiling.

"In your next life, you will marry her too."

Da Nan doesn't understand love, so he is still the most child-like teenager among these children, sincere and straightforward, straightforward, generous and very affectionate.But sometimes, some things don't need to be understood, just looking at him like that makes my heart ache.

Old Qin, please don't be like this.Live well, live well, and see Yuxi earlier in the next life.

In his whole life, the most regretful thing in his life should be that he was not able to wear the wedding gown made by her and hold her hand to worship and get married.

next life?

This life can't be finished, who wants to think about the next life.Will his Yuxi remember him in his next life? .Does his Yuxi still like tung flowers, does his Yuxi still like his singing, does his Yuxi still play the pipa...

I don't know if he listened to it or not.

He was lying on his back on the ground, wearing a thin layer of underwear on his body, and the cold air seeped from the ground through the clothes into his flesh, chilling his bones.

Tears slid down the corners of his eyes, into his temples, and melted into his hair.

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"Brother Xuan, you have to come back early."

"Also think of me outside."

"Brother Xuan, I want to see Tong Huaer."

"Brother Xuan, come back safely."

"Brother Xuan, in my next life, I will be the tung tree in the courtyard of the Seven Halls. I have seen your sorrows and joys in four seasons, and the petals fall on your shoulders, and the fragrance is lingering."

"Brother Xuan..." I left...

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If I do it all over again, I will defy my teacher's order and stay in Shengjing.

Tung flowers are fragrant all over the building, accompanied by the bright moon and clear night. ~.