Ai Min of Fomalhaut's Self-written Book

?After death, people will become stars.

That night, I was in my garden and looked at the sky all night. The sky was uncharacteristically clear, except for the clear moon, there were no stars at all.

At the fifth watch, I hired a carriage and went out of the city, taking almost nothing with me except the red scape.

All the way to the south, to the place where Cong Zhan and I dreamed of poetry and books to die.

My bead was taken by Zhao Zhen, Zhao Zhen, he knew that I depended on this bead when I come and go, I didn't expect his scheming to take this bead away while I was in pain!

It turned out that he had already laid out the situation.

I almost wanted to smile bitterly, but I couldn’t move the corners of my mouth. The carriage bumped, and I hugged the red scape tightly in my arms. There were some hairy thorns on the leaves of the red scape, and there were blood spots on my hands, but I No pain at all.

A person's body is already riddled with holes, so this little pain is nothing.

The sky is misty, and it is the coldest when it is dawn or dawn. I hugged the red scape and curled up tightly. Behind our carriage, there is a group of people who always follow us, like a shadow that cannot be shaken off, but they are always with us. We keep our distance.

You don't need to look at the soldiers in Ouchi.

The pain in my mind and body has made me lose my perception of the world. I just feel like I am bumping like a walking dead, eating dry food when I am hungry, and drinking water when I am thirsty.

Pedestrians on the road, birds in the sky, dancing leaves, and numerous flowers are all in a hurry, running towards their established destiny without hesitation, but me, what is my destiny?In what direction am I walking?Why didn't you go to Jiangnan from Zhan?

I do not know.

I only know that I am more and more afraid of the white horse that flashes past, that is the color of Cong Zhan's mount, I am more and more afraid of those colorful flowers, the fragrance that Cong Zhan once sent me all over the mountain, I am more and more afraid of those The singing of pedestrians, there used to be music ten thousand times more beautiful than these, the music that only belonged to me, I am more and more afraid of the night, because in my dream there is Cong Zhan, there is the blood-red magnolia tree, and his body is full of life every day. blood.

Run endlessly, or run away.

No matter which state capital I stay in, the state officials will always know that there will always be an inn where I will live for free, and I will have three meals for free, but those merchants and hawkers dare not say a word to me. body, they would point to me suspiciously, and when I looked at them, they immediately fell silent, not daring to make a sound.

Those officers and soldiers always follow behind me like a shadow, always staying for a day, and the state government will invite more people to take them out, so that I will not have a place to live.

I just keep running around.

Finally, I know Zhao Zhen's intentions. He wants to tell me, is there any king in the world?

Hehe, I want to laugh so much, but I find it difficult to move the corners of my lips. My mental state is getting worse and worse. I am always running around during the day, and I am half asleep at night. I always dream about that bloody man. At dusk, the magnolia tree, Cong Zhan's blood stained the flowers all over the tree red, no matter how much I cried and called his name, he refused to open his eyes to look at me.I woke up at night crying and crying. I was in a trance. I always felt that there were eyes staring at me in the dark. I didn't dare to open my eyes to look.

I did the crime.

I have been in exile for several months, the carriage master I hired had already left, and the carriage masters in other state capitals did not dare to take me. During the day, I could only walk across the hills and rivers with the red scape in my arms.

I felt as if I was about to be unable to hold on anymore. I hadn’t spoken to anyone for how many months. I spread out my fingers and counted.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter. I saw passers-by wearing gauze clothes. The body was steaming with heat, but I felt chills. Most of the passers-by looked at me strangely, and then moved away from me. far away.

I came to a bank of reeds, and there was a tea shed by the ferry, a few passers-by were sitting in it drinking tea to cool off the summer heat. In the corner of the tea shed were piled up tea canisters in twos and threes, like the kind of big wine cans.

My heart skipped a beat, and I walked straight over, and the soldiers with knives behind me naturally followed me every step of the way. The guests of the teahouse saw this posture, and hurriedly stood up and hid aside.

I glanced at them and didn't think about anything. I haven't talked to anyone for a long time, I just want them to talk to me, just talk.

"Is the shopkeeper here?" I asked hoarsely.

I felt so sad in my heart, I didn't know that my voice was so hoarse, there was a hissing grinding sound in the rough, as if the sound of wind was flowing between the lips and teeth.

The guests looked at the officers and soldiers, then at me, without saying a word.

"Where's the shopkeeper? This tea shed has an owner." I said sadly.

Still no one answered me.

They just looked at me coldly, like watching a scene.

I grabbed the bowls beside me and threw them under my feet one by one, but no one came up to stop me. After smashing twenty or thirty bowls one after another, I said loudly, "Does this thing have an owner? Why didn't anyone come out to speak?"

A few fragments of porcelain bowls splashed under the feet of several people, and they hurriedly stepped back, still not breathing out.

They are outside the tea shed, where the sun shines, but I am in a dark corner, out of tune with them.

I looked at them in despair, and said softly, "Aren't there any cursers?"

Still indifferent.

The sky was a little gloomy, the wind started to blow, and occasionally Jiao Lei rolled across the sky, and people started running around. An old couple was cleaning the debris in the teahouse, and the officers and soldiers put several ingots of silver on the table.

The old woman sighed, and she didn't know whether it was the fragments that could not be swept away or the complicated and entangled world.

They may not want me to stay in their teahouse, my body was cold just now, but now my forehead is a little hot, I shivered a few times unconsciously, left the teahouse, stopped and walked, and came to a forest.

The trees in this forest are not very lush, the dry branches are bare and there is nothing, row after row, standing upright like ghosts and ghosts, reaching to the sky.

There is something familiar here, as if I have seen it in a dream, but it seems not, I take a step, walking step by step with difficulty.

There was a small pavilion in front of the pavilion, and there was a small spring beside the pavilion. I was suddenly very thirsty and wanted to drink water. I walked towards the spring with difficulty, but there was always a heavy black shadow in front of me. I finally lost my strength and fell down with my head up.

Landing on the ground was not very painful, as if someone was hugging me, my forehead was cold and hot, I didn't know whose breath it was, I forced myself to open my eyes, and saw a pair of black pupils, how could it be him!

Zhao Zhen!This person I never want to see again!

"Go away." I tried not to close my eyes, and said hoarsely, "I never want to see you again."

There was sadness on his face, he only tightened his arms, and said in my ear: "Go back with me, you've been wandering around for four months, you should understand, you can't live without me."

I don't know where the strength came from, and I pinched his arm frantically, "I'm going to die myself! You can act like nothing happened now... You can forget it, but I must never forget it ·····You are in the mourning hall..."

My breath was disordered, the second half of the sentence was stuck in my throat, I couldn't spit it out, I could only look at him with my most vicious eyes, hating him.

The wind blew through those trees, making noises, and his figure was cast on the ground, an elongated shadow, swaying from side to side, I still couldn't see his expression clearly, I only heard him whispering in my ear:

"Even so, in Da Song, how can you live without my permission? You can't even die. Don't you understand that the only place you can go is by my side?"

"Otherwise, you will live like this for the rest of your life? How will you live?"

"You can't go back, you can't get out of Dasong, now you are in my hands, where can you escape?"

I couldn't argue with him, and I didn't have the energy to argue, I just tried to sit up straight and hug Cong Zhan's favorite red scape.

The red scape pricked his hand, feeling a slight pain.

"Let's go." He got up and pulled me.

I shook him off vigorously, and I would never pretend that nothing happened, because I was too hard, and I fell heavily on the ground, the black shadow in front of me became heavier and heavier, and finally lost all consciousness. ?