The New Year's Day is followed by the New Year's Day. Before nightfall, many village girls deliberately dressed up beautifully and walked with them to the city. There is no night ban in this dynasty, and the exchanges between urban and rural areas are cheap. Even in the village where Fu Ming is located, because people are almost all out, it looks a lot more lively than before.
A few village girls deliberately made a detour to pass in front of Fu Mingyuan, summoned Lu Fei and Xianlan at the door, and asked them if they wanted to go to the city together. It was Fu Ming who came to answer the door, because Lu Fei was decocting medicine for him, and Xiang Lan was making glutinous rice balls, so they had no time.
The village girl who knocked on the door saw that it was Fu Ming, and her face instantly turned red. Fu Ming smiled slightly: "Sorry, they said they won't be going tonight, thank you for your invitation." Then Fu Ming took out a purse with change and handed it to her, "If you have beautiful lanterns, please help me buy two. "
The village girl Li Rui stretched out her hand to take the purse, and replied with an uneasy smile: "Okay, okay, I will definitely buy it for you."
A group of girls were busy and hurried away. After walking away, they turned back and saw that the door was closed.
Fu Ming didn't want to detain the two girls in his family, and wanted them to play together, but they didn't want to leave Fu Ming here alone. Fu Ming understood their intentions, but in fact, he himself was not afraid of loneliness.
But remembering last year and tonight, a trace of grief spread in my heart.
When Fang Shiyue was about to leave, Fu Ming asked him to write a letter when he arrived. After Yuan Ye Fang passed, Fu Ming received a letter. Although there was no bad news in the letter, there was no gospel. Fu Ming has been waiting anxiously. Although his condition has been repeated, it is not too bad. In the cold spring, he can only hope that the spring will bloom, the nurse will get better, and he can go south and see that person again. He has been loved and cared for since he was born, like his half-mother.
But the sky didn't go as expected, and the peach blossoms on the Qianmo began to bud. Far from the time when the flowers were in full bloom, a cold spring hit. Fu Ming was hot for a few days. , he was completely awake, and what he heard was that they lowered their voices and wanted to hide their mourning.
The only person in the world who is close relatives, once let go, he will be isolated from now on.
Fu Ming raised his hand and looked at the lines on his palm. Tears welled up and flowed down his face, turning cold.
The violent coughing sound in the room alarmed the people outside the room. Lu Fei and Qian Lan hurriedly entered the room, only to see Fu Ming sitting on the bed and crying.
The three masters and servants hugged and cried each other. After the heartbreak, Lu Fei and Qian Lan began to comfort Fu Ming and boiled water for him to decoct medicine. After a long time, Fu Ming recovered and said softly, "I'm going to see her for the last time."
"Sir, Doctor Fang has written to say that you must not go south. In spring, Jiangnan is humid, and diseases are prevalent in many places. You can't help yourself when you go."
"You haven't done your filial piety in life, why don't you give it away in death?" Fu Ming got up and instructed, "Hurry up and pack some things, we'll leave overnight."
Lu Fei sighed and said cruelly, "Young Master, it's too late."
"What's the meaning?"
"Doctor Fang's letter said the date. Even if you go, it's too late to send the last ride."
Fu Ming swayed slightly, and Qian Lan hurriedly supported him.
"Why? Why didn't you wait for me?" Fu Ming covered his face with his hands, and soon his fingers were wet again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was unfilial, I didn't go to see you earlier. I was unfilial and unfilial. …”
"Young Master..." Qian Lan choked, "She won't blame you."
Lu Fei also held back her tears and said, "Young Master, I don't think Mommy Shen will blame her. What she hopes most is that you can be safe!"
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After the intense grief, Fu Ming felt very sad even though he was physically and mentally exhausted. After he was helped to the bed by Qianlan, he was unable to close his eyes and fall asleep. Finally got up and ordered: "Research ink."
After Lu Fei had finished researching the ink, Fu Ming came to the case and wrote:
Sacrifice to the wet nurse Linchuan Shen's text.
But it was Fang who had the title and then burst into tears again, his eyes were hazy, the hand holding the pen was trembling, and it was difficult to write.
Fu Ming's sacrificial text has never been written. The peach blossoms on the Qianmo are blooming, the grass is green, the migratory birds are returning home, the ponds are floating in the water, and when you look around, you will not see the bleak winter anymore, and there is a lot of business everywhere.
Because of the epidemic in the south of the Yangtze River, Fang Shiyue has not yet returned north, so he only sent a letter to ask Fu Ming how he was doing.
After the weather improved, Fu Ming was able to be discharged from the hospital. Every day, he wore a cloak and strolled around the neighborhood. Farmers work the land so that it looks new in the spring, so that one can imagine a good harvest in the future.
Despite the metabolism of personnel, nature goes round and round, and it recovers when it is time to recover. It seems that it has never had a time of decline and vicissitudes.
Fu Ming recorded what he saw on the paper. The new marks of ink characters are the hard work he has never stopped writing.
Day after day, until the tung flowers began to bloom, and a black crow flew over his head with a piece of paper in his mouth, Fu Ming was shocked to realize that it was Qingming.
At this time, is Jiangnan just apricot rain? Can grass buds lightly cover the grave of the nurse
Fu Ming went back to the house, picked up the pen again, and was finally able to write it down.
After he finished writing, he asked Xianlan to fetch the copper basin, attached the paper money, and burned the paper sacrifice together. Qingyan, take the regret and memory in my heart to the bottom of Jiuquan and tell them to those who will never be seen again. He still had a gentle voice and a calm expression, but when Qian Lan heard it, tears fell like rain.
After paying homage to the nurse, Fu Ming rested for a while, and after lunch, he asked Lu Fei to accompany him to pay homage to his parents and grandparents.
When Lu Fei handed over the wet handkerchief and asked him to wipe off the gray marks on his hands, Fu Ming suddenly asked, "How many hurdles did you say these days were ahead of people, and why did they come and go again and again? So sad?" It's like asking people, and it's like asking yourself, and it's more like asking heaven.
"Sir..."
Fu Ming turned his head away, covered his mouth and coughed for a while, and when he let go, Luo Hong fell from his palm.
Soon after the Qingming Festival, it was Jin Yi's birthday.
The man is in his thirties, and the Jin Mansion has suffered a change before, and there are many affairs. The old lady wanted to take this opportunity to make the Jin Mansion more happy, and also re-establish a good relationship, so she sent a lot of posts early, inviting all the families to come to participate in Jin Yi birthday party.
Fu Ming heard about this from Zhou Chengyan's inadvertent words, but instead of keeping silent, he asked him to take him to Jin's house that day.
Zhou Chengyan didn't understand what Fu Ming wanted to do, but he finally agreed.
On that day, Jin's house was cleaned and dressed up like a new look. Zhou Chengyan rode on the horse, followed by two sedan chairs. Everyone thought that one was Mrs. Zhou and the other was Miss Zhou, and the person guarding the corner gate let the two sedan chairs enter the house together.
The previous sedan chair went straight to the back hall where the female family members were entertained. The latter sedan chair stopped in an unnoticed place, and Fu Ming walked out of it and went to Fangmanting.
There is still a strong sense of spring in the Fang Man Court. The verdant flowers and trees cover most of the courtyard. However, a lot of grass grows on the path because no one takes care of it. There are also falling flowers and leaves on the pond. Yingjie blue grass is from spring, and the oriole is empty and beautiful. Everything seemed to be both thriving and desolate.
Fu Ming didn't enter the house, he just sat down on the stone chair under the tree and waited quietly.
This wait was half a day, until Jin Wuxi fell, the twilight came together, and all the bright colors in the sunlight turned dim, and he waited for the already drunk Jin Yi, who was actively supported by Zhou Chengyan.
Hearing the sound of the courtyard door opening, Fu Ming's body froze, and then some messy footsteps gradually sounded. He stood up, walked out of the tree shadow, and faced the approaching people, looking at each other.
Jin Yi was still drunk, and when he saw Fu Ming in the dim twilight, he was stunned for a long time, then rubbed his eyebrows, and said with a smile, "I'm dreaming again so soon."
He was about to turn around and leave, not letting himself indulge in his dreams, but a call from behind made him stop.
"Long borrow." Fu Ming called his words and walked towards him.
Jin Yi turned around and frowned slightly, "Since you're gone, don't come back in your dreams."
Fu Ming smiled lightly, "Master is angry?"
Jin Yi said angrily, "Shouldn't be angry?" He closed his eyes, "Shouldn't be angry, don't be angry, don't complain, just let go, let go of you, and let go of myself."
However, Fu Ming didn't like what he wanted, so he took his hand and looked at him intently, his eyes still full of affection.
When Jin Yi looked at him like this, his palms were all his temperature, so hot that his heart was burning hot.
Anyway, in a dream, no one knows, he thought, he hugged the person in front of him fiercely, and the kiss fell like a shower, as if he would wet his whole body and mind.
Fu Ming led Jin Yi into the house. He came today, he just wanted to say goodbye. They started to have a good time together, but he hoped to be able to part. From then on, he will stay away in life and say goodbye in death. But as soon as he saw this man and listened to his "dreaming", the thoughts accumulated in his heart were instantly ignited, burning him to the point of losing his reason. He thought, anyway, he was confused by illness, and Jin Yi was confused by drunkenness, so he might as well just be drunk for a while.
Tonight, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and the endless darkness envelopes Fang Manting, as if it were isolated from the world.
Jin lingered in Fu Ming's ears with drunken breaths and incoherent questions. He endured the surging enthusiasm and the force of this person without any resistance until they were all exhausted.
It was late at night, and Jin Yi fell asleep. Fu Mingqiang propped up his collapsed body and got out of bed, tidied everything up, and stared deeply at the quiet and ignorant person in the yellow candlelight. After a long time, he went out and merged into the darkness again before the first ray of light broke.
After dawn, everything is in the light, the night disappears without a trace, and it seems that no one has ever come.
When Jin Yi got up, he felt that he had another wanton and ridiculous dream. He woke up from his dream, but he was faced with empty houses and lonely courtyards.
The dream was so real, the moment he walked out, he felt that his heart was a void that had never existed before, just like the courtyard behind him, where all kinds of things were clearly there, but they had no weight. cold.
He swore that he would never set foot here again, even if he was drunk.