Zhao Pei fell into a black viscous liquid, which gradually covered her chest. Zhao Pei had difficulty breathing. She struggled hard but sank deeper and deeper. The water had already covered her head, and she had no room to breathe. In the silence, she faintly heard the ethereal "Xizhou Qu" coming from afar, and someone whispered in her ear: "If a long time ago, I promised myself not to care so much. Maybe everything would be different now." "Pepe, do you think the lotus is beautiful?" "Wade into the river to pick lotus." Someone laughed softly, and heard him say: "I'll be back in a while."
She cried and scolded him, "You are a liar!" But no sound came out of her throat.
It was getting harder and harder to breathe, and there was no fresh air. She felt like only cold liquid was pouring into her chest. Deshi... Do you feel the same way
Zhao Pei had no strength left and didn't want to struggle anymore, so she gradually settled down. But suddenly she felt a dull pain, as if someone had pulled her out of the water and was slapping her and pinching her body. Such a loud noise suddenly broke her eardrums, but she was powerless to open her eyes.
"Princess, you have to push harder!" Someone shouted at her. But Zhao Pei's body was limp, and she couldn't use any strength. Someone wiped her tears and said anxiously, "Princess, don't cry. This is not your first time giving birth, don't be afraid."
Zhao Pei wanted to scold her, but her throat was so dry that she couldn't say anything.
"Go and call the prince quickly, where is the prince!" someone shouted, and after a long while someone replied: "Prince, the prince is not here..."
"Then go find it quickly! What are you standing there for?"
There were intermittent sounds, and Zhao Pei's head exploded. Her body seemed to be cut in half, but none of those could compare to the pain in her chest. Her heart was being torn out alive.
Someone opened her mouth and poured some medicine into her. She felt that countless people gathered around her, spinning around and shouting, "Princess, use more force!"
"Deshi..." I kept repeating these two words in my mind. His lonely back was always in front of me. His long clothes and wide sleeves showed my infinite sadness and bitterness. "Deshi, Deshi, Deshi..."
He smiled and said to her: "Does Pepe want to have a boy or a girl? Has Pepe chosen a name for the child? The name doesn't have to be different from others, as long as it contains the parents' wishes." Such gentle words reminded her of a long time ago when he tied a red string around Zhen'er's wrist with a gentle smile and coaxed her to sleep... .
Zhao Pei suddenly realized that she had already lost the person she loved most and could not lose her child again. Deshi... I want a boy and I want to give him a beautiful name.
With a scream of grief, she bent her body with all her strength. The bed sheet beneath her had been soaked several times, and she didn't care to see whether it was sweat or blood. She screamed with all her strength in the waves of pain. She was no longer afraid of such pain, because for her now, it was nothing.
Deshi… Deshi… Deshi…
Amid the most shrill cry, she heard the loud cries of a child, each one louder and sadder than the last.
Zhao Pei didn't have the energy to ask whether it was a boy or a girl and fell into silence again. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Memories cut her throat like a sharp sword, precious and sharp. Fragments of memory, fleeting years, those scenes passed before her eyes.
She remembered the fireworks when she first met him. She took off his mask and saw a pair of eyes that were hard to describe. He smiled calmly: "Girl... Did you recognize the wrong person?"
Remembering the endless sea of flowers on the rolling hills, she invited him to play "Xizhou Qu" together, with the harmonious sounds of the zither and the harp, such heavenly music lingered in the ears for three days.
I remember that under the soft candlelight, his face became even softer. But he said something that chilled her whole body: "Sixth brother likes you."
I remember the heavy rain, her breath was weak and cold as she was seriously injured. At that time, he did not hesitate or care, his eyes were more determined and resolute than ever before. Such an intoxicating kiss, such affectionate fingertips, such helpless and forbearing tears. It burned her heart and turned it into a ball of happy ashes.
I remember the snow-covered sky, and the pavilions and towers were silent under the thick snow. She walked on the lake, smiling and saying that she was walking on thin ice, but he said he was used to it. In her usual smile, there was a slight sadness that she couldn't hide.
I remember that night at Tongtai Temple, he said under the moonlight: "You must be happy." The night was as dark as water, but not as clear and sad as the one in his eyes.
I remember that he released the sky lantern, stood at the end of the corridor, pondered the deep sky, and suddenly looked back, revealing the deepest loneliness in his heart. He said that today was the anniversary of his mother's death, and he said it would be great if someone would remember to commemorate him like this one day.
It turned out that he already had this idea at that time.
He walked alone on the edge of a cold and lonely knife, carrying a burden that ordinary people could not imagine. He said, let him be selfish for once. Is leaving this world a kind of relief for him? Is there nothing in this world worth his attachment? Or, in his opinion, nothing is better than freedom.
Zhao Pei suddenly wanted to laugh. She should have understood from the beginning that Xiao Tong never belonged to her, nor to anyone else. He only belonged to himself.
He is selfish after all, completely selfish.
That elegant man with a pair of moon-like eyes, that otherworldly and elegant man, that man with a sad and lonely look on his face, that talented man, the man she loved deeply. From now on, he will always remain in her memory.
Everything in the past has turned into the west wind, and there is an insurmountable gap between life and death. She stood on this side, looking at him from afar, his blurred figure on the other side. There was nothing else except hatred. But what is the difference between love and hate? The essence of things is to engrave him in the heart and never forget him. (To be continued)