"Unbearable to Copy" by Wuxin Mage

Yue Qiluo was still lying on her back on the bed when she woke up, which meant that she had failed in her weak struggle.She didn't open her eyes and lay quietly, exhausted from head to toe.

After lying down for a long time, she gradually felt that she was wearing a silk pajamas, and it was summer.There was a canary chirping sound outside the door, this was her other courtyard in Chongqing.

She couldn't figure out that she fired a gun to the heart, but still couldn't break through the illusion.She tried to lift her right leg, feeling a sharp pain in her bones.Yue Qiluo closed her eyes and sighed, ten thousand people didn't want to get up.

"Qiluo?" Someone opened the door and walked to her bed, "Qiluo, get up."

Yue Qiluo turned over on the bed and continued to pretend to be asleep.

"Still asleep?" The man patted her cheek with water-stained fingers, it was icy cold, Yue Qiluo frowned slightly, feeling a little irritable.

Suddenly, a cold object was stuffed into her mouth, and she subconsciously let go of her teeth.Because it was about to fall off, I bit it, and a stream of sweet juice oozed out.The man said with a smile: "He can still eat, so it can be seen that he is pretending to sleep."

Yue Qiluo was defeated, opened his eyes, Shen Jianli was holding a saber in his left hand, and half a pear in his right hand.He was not wearing a military uniform, but a long gown. He looked like an old man, with a smirk on his face: "Get up, it's noon when you sleep, and it's almost time for lunch."

Yue Qiluo sat up from the bed, her hair was disheveled from sleep, and she looked angry for getting up.There was a hissing sound of boiling water pouring on the chopping board from the backyard, Shen Jianli's expression changed, and he said: "The pot is boiling." He put the saber on the pear, and stuffed it into Yue Qiluo's hand.

Just finished cooking the mess in the back kitchen, Yue Qiluo had already put on her clothes as soon as she walked out the door, it was a short ginger cheongsam embroidered with swan patterns.I was too lazy to comb my hair, so I tied two buns hanging behind my head, looking more like a little girl.Yue Qiluo squinted her eyes, looked at the back kitchen, and then at Shen Jianli, who was a bit embarrassed, with a suspicious look on her face.

"You cook?" At the end, he repeated suspiciously, "You cook?"

"Yes." Shen Jianli looked calm.

Yue Qiluo wrinkled her nose and sniffed, but there was no burnt smell in the air.She thought it was because she didn't wake up, or Yun Qi messed up and put Gu Zhi or Xun Luli on Shen Jianli.

The sun was shining brightly, and Shen Jianli set up a Maza in the center of the front yard. In front of the Maza was a basket of fresh pears, and next to it was an eight-treasure crystal plate.Yue Qiluo walked over and glanced at it, then frowned: "Peeling so many pears, do you want to feed the pigs?"

After thinking about it, he felt that feeding pigs was too vulgar, so he changed his mind and said, "You want to feed pears to canaries?"

Shen Jianli looked at her calmly: "Hey."

Yue Qiluo felt that her face was a little dry and hot, thinking it might be because of the hot weather, she turned her head and stopped looking at him.A sweet and greasy fragrance penetrated into the nose, getting stronger and stronger, Yue Qiluo asked suspiciously: "Where is the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus coming from?"

Shen Jianli lowered his head and peeled the skin with a saber very carefully: "The sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the backyard."

osmanthus tree?Yue Qiluo thumped in her heart, where did the sweet-scented osmanthus tree come from?

But there is really a golden osmanthus planted in the backyard, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and the tree is full of flowers.Standing under the tree, a strong fragrance came out.Yue Qiluo was soaked in the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus flowers all over the courtyard, her mind was in a state of confusion, and she couldn't sort out the past.

"Shen Jianli?" Her voice didn't sound like her own anymore, "When was this sweet-scented osmanthus tree planted?"

No one answered her, and when she turned her head, Shen Jianli was still sitting on the horseback peeling pears.She stomped and ran over, and kicked Shen Jianli angrily: "Don't cut it!"

Yue Qiluo didn't know why she had such a temper today, but Shen Jianli didn't get angry, instead she smiled softly: "I planted it a few years ago to make sweet-scented osmanthus for you."

Yue Qiluo felt that these words sounded familiar.

"A few years ago?" She remembered that she and Shen Jianli hadn't completed a year together, "What?"

"Are you sleepy?" Shen Jianli put down the knife and looked at her helplessly, "At that time on the battlefield, I said I would plant an osmanthus tree for you."

"What—" Yue Qiluo stammered rarely, her almond eyes widened, "What war—"

The door was pushed open with a squeak, and Wuxin walked in first, holding a half-dead old hen in his hand.And the person following him, Yue Qiluo's eyes widened, it was clearly Bai Liuli with a physical body.

"Hey, Zhang Xianzong, are you peeling so many pears for us to eat?" Wu Xin left the old hen, rubbing her hands to quench her thirst with a piece of pear.

Shen Jianli quickly pulled the crystal plate behind him without raising his head: "It's not for you."

"Tch—" Wu Xin folded her arms and straightened up, "Stingy."

Just as Wuxin stood firm, a gust of wind suddenly passed by his side.Looking back, it was Yue Qiluo who suddenly jumped on Bai Liuli, pinching his face again and again.

Yue Qiluo stared at Bai Liuli steadfastly, her face full of surprise: "You—how did you get your body?"

"I—" Bai Liuli pointed to herself, and then to Yue Qiluo, "Use your inner alchemy."

Yue Qiluo was stunned: "Then—on the battlefield that year, Shen Jianli—"

"Didn't it be saved later?" Bai Liuli touched her forehead with concern, "Yue Qiluo, are you alright?"

Wu Xin took Bai Liuli's hand off at the right time: "Be careful, Xiao Shen is still here."

"Saved?" Yue Qiluo repeated in a low voice, "Shen Jianli, alive?"

Wuxin and Bai Liuli nodded together very cooperatively.

There was another hissing sound from the kitchen, and a strong fragrance wafted to the front yard. Shen Jianli dropped his saber, wiped his hands on his long coat, stood up and said, "Let's serve dinner."

So today's lunch is astonishingly rich.

What Shen Jianli cooks is Chongqing cuisine, first a pot of sauerkraut Maoxuewang, then spicy chicken, tangerine peel rabbit, Qianjiang chicken offal, boiled sliced ​​meat, and a big pot of grilled fish.The table is full of bright red peppers, with a tangy aroma.

Yue Qiluo couldn't eat spicy food, and sat at the table with a black face.Shen Jianli brought a bowl of cold cake from the kitchen, and another bowl of Suzhou sweet-scented osmanthus porridge.Half bean paste, half sweet-scented osmanthus.Yue Qiluo tasted a spoonful, and it tasted good.

"When did you learn to cook?" She still remembered the past when Shen Jianli scrambled an egg and fried the kitchen. She didn't expect that Shen Jianli in the dream turned out to be a chef who was proficient in cooking.

Shen Jianli lowered his head and smiled wryly at her, "Qi Luo, you forced me to learn."

"Oh." Yue Qiluo lowered her head and ate the porridge obediently, hiding a smile.She suddenly remembered that bullying Shen Jianli is actually a very interesting thing.

The chickens at the meal were flying around, because the chicken that was brought in accidentally failed to enter the kitchen, and instead fluttered its wings in a flash.While a few people were not paying attention while eating, they stepped into Maoxuewangli.Wu Xin reacted quickly, she protected the rabbit and got under the table, Bai Liuli had already escaped without a trace, only Shen Jianli bravely went forward to catch the hen, his body was splashed with red oil.Yue Qiluo hugged her sugar porridge, kicked Wuxin from under the table angrily, and said, "Wuxin, don't come to my house for dinner next time!"

When Shen Jianli changed his clothes and came out, most of the meals on the table had been ruined and could not be eaten.Yue Qiluo sat on the threshold of the backyard with her knees hugged, staring blankly at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.Seeing Shen Jianli coming out, he called him to come and sit down.

"Shen Jianli," she turned her head to look at him, "What day is it today, to hold such a banquet?"

Shen Jianli was stunned for a moment, and answered the wrong question: "Today is a good day."

In the end, he lowered his head in confusion and smiled: "I can't remember either. I always think it's a good day and I should celebrate it."

Yue Qiluo looked up at the sky, her heart gradually sank.She knew that this was a sign that the illusion was beginning to collapse, and probably her actions last night had indeed shaken the illusion.Now that the cause and effect cannot be realized in the illusion, it is time for her to wake up from her dream.

"Shen Jianli," she whispered, "sometimes I can't tell which side is a dream and which side is reality."

"You once said that you rarely have a good dream overnight."

"Yes," she smiled, "but I did have a few good dreams."

Shen Jianli didn't speak, his gaze was fixed on Yue Qiluo's face with a gentle light.

"In the dream, you told me that after you die, you want me to plant an osmanthus tree on your grave." Yue Qiluo didn't look at him, and a sore nose suddenly came up, "But I left. After I left, You have been an osmanthus tree in Chongqing for 30 years, and I have been looking for you in the mountains and rivers for 30 years. Shen Jianli, I haven’t seen you for a long time.”

The noise in the front yard seems to be thousands of feet away from them, and there are only the chirping of canaries and the splash of koi swimming.Listening carefully, even the breathing of the two of them could be heard clearly.

"You're right, today is a good day." Yue Qiluo turned her head, sniffed, and smiled, "It's the day I meet you again!"

It is rare for her to have a good dream overnight in her life, but when she meets Zhang Xianzong, every night is a good dream.He was her big dream.

Shen Jianli held her fingers through the cloth, but in the midsummer afternoon, her fingers were cold and damp.He wrapped her hand in his palm, trying to give her some warmth.

But Wuxin ran in at an inopportune moment, breaking the silence of the courtyard. "Yue Qiluo, the people from the photo studio are here."

"Photo studio?"

"Didn't you want to take a photo? Everyone has arrived at the Yue Mansion, change your clothes and go down."

Yue Qiluo took pictures before, but never with Zhang Xianzong.The last time she took a photo was 30 years ago, when she forced Wu Xin to take a photo with him in Wen County.This time it was a different person, Shen Jianli.She was a little nervous, and stroked her temple hair repeatedly.

Wuxin yawned and comforted her: "It's pretty enough, take a snapshot, and it will get dark later."

Shen Jianli was cramped as she was, and she was also cramped.The two of them sat on the two Eight Immortals chairs, just like a pair of old men and women.The photographer took four or five pictures in a row and was about to call it a day.Yue Qiluo suddenly stood up and said, "Wait!"

Shen Jianli raised his head to look at her, only to see that she stood up from the chair and sat on him, her lotus root-like arms wrapped around his neck.Wuxin suddenly remembered the scene in Wen County back then, and couldn't hold back her laughter.

Yue Qiluo gritted her teeth angrily, grabbed a handful of pearl necklaces and threw them over: "Bai Liuli, pull him out!"

After taking photos for most of the day, when the photographer called off work to develop the film, it was already dusk.The opera troupe from the Yue Mansion has already appeared on stage, singing "Si Fan", with a melodious tune, but they can't understand the libretto.Yue Qiluo nestled in the chair, dozed off with her eyes closed, she was like an old lady.

Shen Jianli was fascinated by looking at the stage, Wuxin took a handful of melon seeds and quietly moved to Yue Qiluo's side, and asked in a low voice: "Yue Qiluo, when are you going to do something good with Xiao Shen?"

Yue Qiluo didn't lift her eyelids, she just said in a deep voice, "That day is gone."

"No?" Wuxin was surprised, "I thought you—"

"There is no tomorrow," Yue Qiluo opened a crack, and sighed inaudibly, "It's all fake."

Seeing that Wuxin was confused, she turned her head, looked at him and sighed: "Wuxin, let me ask you. If you are trapped in a dream with only one day, everything will be reunited in the dream, and it will be a perfect dream. But there is only one day, One day later, everything will be reversed. If it falls on you, what will you do?"

"Me? Then go with the flow and enjoy yourself in time." Wuxin was stunned, because this assumption was really strange, "Since you can't change it, you might as well just lie down and live one day at a time."

After hearing this thoughtless answer, Yue Qiluo nodded and smiled, his eyes reflected the light of the lights in the night: "Yes, enjoy yourself in time."

The maid at the side brought up a tray and said anxiously: "Young lady, the people from the photo studio just came and said that they couldn't get the picture out no matter how much they washed it. I hope you don't blame me, young lady. They will come to the door to take a new photo some other day." .”

Yue Qiluo picked up a piece of photo paper, only to see that the photo paper was pitch-black, and the whole plate of photos was waste.Feeling empty in her heart, she whispered: "Is it true that there is no way to keep a photo?"

She and Zhang Xianzong have known each other for so many years, and there is not a single group photo left.She sometimes thinks that maybe this is also predestined.

Yue Qiluo sent the maid down to make another pot of fragrant tea.The troupe sang until late at night, Wuxin and Bai Liuli were so sleepy that they went back to sleep.Seeing that Shen Jianli was also dozing off, she asked the theater troupe to stop as well, and took him back to the other courtyard.

Shen Jianli yawned in the moonlight, and said with a smile, "Qi Luo, you are in a good mood today."

"Yeah, you have to be happy to be happy in life." She glanced at him, "I've said it all, today is the day you and I meet again, it's a good day."

He smelled the smell of alcohol, frowned and said, "Qi Luo, you've been drinking."

Under the moonlight, Yue Qiluo's cheeks were flushed, and it was because of the alcohol that came to her head.As soon as he drank, his smile became even brighter. "Why don't you drink?"

A few steps ahead is the gate of the other courtyard. While supporting her, Shen Jianli said, "Qi Luo, I'll make a bowl of hangover soup. You can drink it before going to sleep."

Yue Qiluo didn't seem to hear his words, she looked up at the moon, stayed for a long time, and suddenly said: "Shen Jianli, the moon has risen, today is coming to an end."

Shen Jianli heard that there was a cry in her sentence, and when he turned his head, there were tears in the corners of her eyes.He thought she was really drunk, shook his head and smiled, and helped her into the east chamber door.He was about to go to the back kitchen to make hangover soup, but the corner of his clothes was suddenly pulled.

Yue Qiluo was lying on the bed, holding on to the hem of his clothes tightly, and pouted his mouth, which meant he was drunk: "Shen Jianli, you are not allowed to leave."

He smiled and pushed her fingers away: "I'll be back in a while."

"No," Yue Qiluo insisted, "If you leave, you will never come back."

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and there is another half an hour, and it will be the next day.As soon as today is over, Shen Jianli has become the soul of all dead in Chongqing again.Going up to Qiongbi and down to Huangquan, she can find thousands of Zhang Xianzongs, but she can never find the exact same Shen Jianli.

Shen Jianli had no choice but to sit down indulgently. "Okay, then go to sleep. I'll be with you."

Yue Qiluo got into the quilt obediently, her dark eyes were shining brightly: "Shen Jianli, I miss you."

Shen Jianli held her hand, a small one that was still cold.She has a cold body and bad legs and feet. In his heart, she will always be a distressed little girl.

Yue Qiluo yawned, feeling sleepy already.However, he still kept his eyes open and refused to sleep, and his voice was softly suppressed: "When you are born, you will love each other, and when you die, you will come back...Shen Jianli, if we all die, will you go to me?"

Shen Jianli nodded and smiled, "Yes."

Yue Qiluo's little hand flipped over his palm, and the little finger hooked him: "Take the hook to testify."

He smiled and hooked his little finger on hers, shaking it: "I promise, no matter how many times I do it again, I will find you."

"it is good."

Her last sentence had suppressed her crying, and the moonlight shone coldly into the east wing.She turned around and wiped away one tear on the satin pillow, while the other tear hung on her face and gradually cooled.

She closed her eyes, and everything around her was plunged into darkness.Shen Jianli's hand was warm, she squeezed it worriedly, and asked softly, "Shen Jianli, are you still there?"

"I am still here."

Yue Qiluo closed her eyes reassuringly, the tears dried on her face and turned into tear stains.This time, she completely sank into endless darkness.

The author has something to say: Everyone wants to see Shen Jianli, so I will write it.It is still a wasteful and procrastinating slightly sweet daily life, and I will return to the main thread tomorrow.

I watched Flowers and Boys before today's update, Zhang Ruoyun is so cute.So it was already past twelve o'clock when I finished reading it, so I stayed up until now.

Zhang Ruoyun is so cute!