Da Deyun

When the young master woke up, it was just dawn, and he was sleeping on Tao Yang's couch, with new clothes, the charcoal fire in the stove was burning brightly, and the whole room was warm.

I just remember standing on the small building of the drama club. Maybe the wind and snow were too strong or my heart was colder than the snow. The tears in the corners of his eyes turned into ice and penetrated into his heart. He only felt that it was getting colder and colder. The eyes are so dizzy.The snow covered every inch of his body, his limbs were so stiff that he couldn't move, and the last light of the small fish lantern in his eyes was also extinguished.

He wanted to sit up, but his throat was itchy as soon as he moved, and he coughed several times in the corner of the bed; there was a noise outside the room, someone pushed the door and entered, with steady steps and shallow breathing.

"Young master is awake." The man said in a deep voice, he helped him up and handed him a glass of water.

When the young master looked up, he saw a tall man.A dark man with regular facial features, he probably came out of the military barracks by his demeanor.What kind of soldiers could there be? I wondered where they came from, and there was nothing to be hypocritical about. I just drank the water.

This person is a general under the second master's command, surnamed Xu.

The man didn't have much emotion, he stood silently watching him leaning against the bed after drinking the water, and said: "You have caught a cold, wait for two days after drinking the medicine and you feel better, then we will start our journey."

The young master froze, and whispered: "Where are you going?"

Of course he knew where he was going, all he asked was to deceive himself.

"Go back to the capital." General Xu Shen lowered his head, with a very respectful attitude; he added: "My lord has always asked us to follow you... Mr. Tao has already taken other people away last night. Before leaving, tell us to send you back .”

The young master didn't speak, just sat blankly, the quilt slipped down his waist; his eyes seemed to be still when he looked forward, so quiet that only the breathing of the two of them remained.The wind was blowing in through the cutout window, mixed with the cold air of the wind and snow, which made him want to shiver, but for some reason, his body became extremely stiff, and he felt that the snow was not so cold even if he didn't move.

The people in the military camp learned to be loyal to the emperor and patriotic, and they only focused on training soldiers and horses every day, without the delicate thoughts of literati and scholars.After waiting for a long time, I didn't hear his reply, so I looked up and asked tentatively: "Or... wait until you are in better health, and then go on the road to meet Mr. Tao?"

As long as they want to find it, there is nothing they can't find.

An appointment is called a rendezvous. .Everyone has left, why is he so shameless?The young master leaned against the edge of the bed, with half of his face invisible in the shadow of the bed curtain, he lowered his eyes and said, "Leave at dawn."

Xu Shenjiang lowered his head and bowed slightly. He didn't ask the reason and didn't say much. He turned around and went out to prepare for the departure after dawn.

The young master leaned against the bed, moved his fingers and clenched a corner of the quilt until he felt some pain in his palm. ——This is taught by his brother Meng. If you clenched it tightly, it will hurt, but others cannot see the wound.Only you know that there are traces on it, sour and pungent like wine.

The sky dawned quickly, the snow melted, and a beam of light shot out of the window onto his chest.

Xu Shenjiang entered the room with some breakfast on the side table.Finding that the young master was still sitting quietly like this, he realized that he hadn't rested; he walked two steps closer and waited silently for his order.

The young master raised his hand and stopped on his chest, looking silently at the thin layer of sunshine on his palm.This is obviously the sunshine without snow falling in the palm of his hand that he felt during the three days in Jialing Pass, but why can't he feel the warmth.

Xu Shenjiang frowned. Although he didn't know the reason, he always felt that the young master's appearance was not good.He asked in a low voice, "Master, why don't you have something to eat."

"It's really cold..." The young master shook hands, his fingernails had a thin layer of light under the sun, and his whole body looked pale and weak.After being silent for a while, he raised his head and let out a deep breath, looking at the general: "Everything is ready, let's go."

"Let's go?" Xu Shenjiang was taken aback by his sudden opening, looked up at the young master with sour eyes, and added: "You don't want to eat breakfast?" He is a rough man who doesn't know how to take care of others, but he At the same time, he is also a man, and he can understand the feeling of being bored when a man shows such eyes.

The young master lifted off the quilt, got out of bed and put on shoes, clothes and a cloak.Every movement is smooth and smooth, and it's done in one go; it's just that there is no glory in the eyes of the past, nor the freedom of a teenager.

He walked out on his own, without saying a word.

Xu Shenjiang silently followed behind him, his accusation was only to protect the young master well, but unable to heal his heart disease.

I thought that the young master was about to leave, so he walked out of the room and turned the corridor, but stopped outside a simple and elegant room. ——This is not the only way out of the yard, maybe he just wanted to turn around to have a look.Xu Shenjiang took a step back, guarded the door and did not follow him into the house.

The young master stepped forward step by step. .He stopped for a moment in front of the door.He took these few steps countless times in just three days, and every time he approached the door, he quickened his pace joyfully, and it was the person he wanted to see when he pushed the door.But now at the door, the soles of the feet are filled with lead, and they are too heavy to lift their legs.He asked himself, what exactly did he hope the inside of this room would look like?

It was empty and cold.

There is still a cold-hearted person who hurts every word.

The moment the young master raised his hand and pushed the door open, he heard the hope in his heart, longing to be hurt.He was so afraid of the cold that he really couldn't stand the cold air. It's better to be hurt more quickly, which is the real heartache and pain.

The door opened.

The inside was clean and empty, not even the tea set that the man used to drink tea on, the music score on the shelf, and the guqin on the wall. .are gone.

As the young master walked in, the cold wind blew in, and the sound of the bead curtain blowing was clear and broken.

And on the low table, the little fish lantern that was as lonely as him.

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After traveling for half a month, in exchange for three days of wind and snow at Jialing Pass; now if we go back, we will have no sunshine or warmth for the rest of our lives.

The car drove further and further away, drove out of Jialing Pass, and went up the official road, the scenery of Fengling Gushan flashed back one by one, the young master leaned against the window, smiling pale and desperate.

On the slope of Fengling Mountain, the little boy supported the owner of the white velvet cloak, and asked: "Jiaoer, do you still have it?"

Tao Yang coughed and coughed in the cloak, looked at the car driving away, and said in a gentle and outrageous tone: "No..."

The snow stopped, and he did return the man.

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The young master fell into a coma all the way, the closer he got to Shengjing, the more serious his illness would be.When I invited a doctor, they only said it was wind-cold, and they couldn't find out the cause of it. They only said that there was no thought in my heart, so what medicine can cure it.

How could he want to die? He has responsibilities and responsibilities, has parents and brothers, and has a bright future; he just doesn't want to live.

On the eve of the Lantern Festival, General Xu finally sent him back to the Guo Mansion, and turned to Yun Lei to plead guilty.The second master didn't blame him, he just said it was hard work, and let him go back to the barracks.This disease is chosen by God and blamed by people, just like a dream, it will be fine after waking up; time can smooth everything out, what should be forgotten and what should not be forgotten, will be completely forgotten.

The second master made up a lot of stories, but he couldn't hide it from the master after coaxing his wife. This young master is telling everyone the bitter fruit of his youthful impulsiveness.

Yang Jiu helped the second master to see the silly young master who was a little sick and delirious.He lay there.Sometimes awake and sometimes drowsy. .Sometimes I opened my eyes and fell back to sleep exhausted.

The second master went to the bed and sat down, frowning at this straightforward young master who was always proud of himself.

The young master moved his head, his eyebrows frowned uncomfortably into a Sichuan character, he swept his eyes half-opened, and shouted indistinctly: "Old uncle..."

The second master put away his worried expression. .Put on the usual unscrupulous ridicule: "Here, can you still recognize people? Well, it's okay if you're not stupid!"

The young master didn't really wake up, it's just that he felt at ease when he saw the old uncle. After all, he grew up together since he was a child, and he wouldn't be so lonely and helpless if he had a brotherhood.He muttered something inarticulately, and his eyelids were closed heavily again.

Yang Jiu couldn't bear it, and stood aside, lowering her head to suppress the sour feeling on her nose.

There were tears in the corner of the young master's eyes, which slipped into the front of his temple hair, and the second master raised his hand to wipe it for him.He tucked in the quilt, pulled the bed curtains for him, and walked out holding Yang Jiu's hand.

"He doesn't want me anymore...".