Year after year passed, each year was actually the same as the previous year, Shen Qingxuan thought so, asked Yi Mo, Yi Mo also felt the same way. They are still the same as before, separated occasionally, or for a day or two, or three or five days, or a month or two, but they have not been separated for longer. After the farewell, Yi Mo will return to the small south courtyard of the huge Shen mansion. At night, she hugged the man who had untied his hair crown and asked him tenderly whether he would marry or not.
The days passed slowly, as if the surface of the water was calm, and the time flowed quietly below. Only by turning the corner of his eye by chance, Shen Qingxuan realized that time flies, the noisy child who was by their side had suddenly grown up.
Standing beside him, Xiao Bao could already stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
After dealing with the affairs of the family, Shen Qingxuan returned to his yard with a warm tube in his sleeves. Xiaobao was reading in the house, with a loud voice that could be heard even outside the yard. Shen Qingxuan closed the door, took off the heater and cloak and handed them to the girl, went over to pat Xiaobao's head, and asked in a low voice: "Where's your father?"
"Holding the hand stove to read, but I think he should have fallen asleep." Xiaobao also lowered his volume, and raised his head as he spoke. Said: "I suspect that he has turned into a snake."
Shen Qingxuan laughed, "He's still so loud when he's asleep."
"He woke up as soon as I stopped." Xiaobao stuck out his tongue, and sure enough there was the sound of the quilt being rolled from behind the screen, followed by Yi Mo's voice, "Talking too much." Yi Mo said, his voice was sleepy confused.
Shen Qingxuan walked over and raised the curtain of the bed, and saw that the quilt was spread out, flat and neat, with only a bulge in the center, it really showed its original shape and slept. Reaching out to hug the big snake under the quilt, Shen Qingxuan said: "Don't sleep, you don't need to hibernate." He raised his voice again, and said to the screen: "Don't study, Xiaobao, today is the Lantern Festival. Go to the night market tonight .”
Yi Mo returned to her human form, and lazily responded. Xiaobao closed the book with a bright smile. Shen Qingxuan also smiled, running his fingers through Yi Mo's hair, the charcoal fire was flourishing in the room, and the tranquility was unreal.
It is the Lantern Festival, the streets are full of red lanterns, and the atmosphere is peaceful and joyful. Xiaobao shuttled among the goods placed by the vendors, especially playful, but he was much calmer than when he was a child, and he no longer ran around. All the way was red and green, Shen Qingxuan stood in front of the lantern stand and looked at the lantern riddles hanging on it, as long as the lantern riddles were guessed, they could be taken away, many people surrounded the stand. Just seeing them coming, they dispersed a little. Having gotten used to this kind of treatment over the years, Shen Qingxuan didn't take it seriously, instead he stood in front of Yi Mo and poked him in the chest, and said in a low voice: "Poisonous snake." Pointing to Xiao Bao who was watching the shadow puppet show in front of him, said "Beast." At last, he pointed back at himself: "A monster that associates with poisonous snakes and beasts." Yi Mo looked at him for a moment, then raised his hand and flicked him on the forehead. He has already practiced this movement smoothly, but most of it is used on Xiaobao. Shen Qingxuan laughed out loud after being hit on the forehead, the laughter was wild and unrestrained.
There are all kinds of shouts on the street, among which the shouts of Lantern Festival are the most, accompanied by the aroma of boiled glutinous rice, white mist curls up. Shen Qingxuan stopped in his tracks, pulled Yi Mo to sit down, then called Xiaobao, and the three of them sat at the table, waiting for Yuanxiao.
Yi Mo doesn't like sweets, so every year at this time, he will accompany them to eat a bowl of Lantern Festival filled with sweet-scented osmanthus and sesame seeds.
The stall owner was a middle-aged man with vicissitudes of life on his face. Seeing Shen Qingxuan coming, he added a few more Yuanxiao when cooking. There were a few more Yuanxiao in the bowls of the three people than others. The guest sitting at another table was dissatisfied and patted the table to ask questions. The stall owner smiled innocently and said, "Master Shen and his family have been taking care of my business for twelve years."
Shen Qingxuan looked at Yi Mo in surprise, "Has it been twelve years?"
Yi Mo drank the sweet soup and ignored him. In fact, it has been thirteen years. With this person, he ate Lantern Festival for thirteen years, watched New Year's Eve for thirteen years, and lived through thirteen springs, autumns, colds and heats.
And, not yet tired.
After eating the Lantern Festival, Shen Qingxuan took out the copper coins, put the sixteen copper coins on the table as before, and said good luck to the stall owner, and the three of them continued to walk forward.
After watching for a while in front of the shadow puppet booth, Shen Qingxuan stood in front of those round and chubby clay dolls for a while, and asked Xiaobao which one he wanted. , Said: "This." It was a mud doll squinting and dozing, plump, chubby, listless, eyes narrowed into a slit.
Shen Qingxuan glanced at Xiaobao, and bought the doll silently. The father and son walked aside holding the doll, Shen Qingxuan asked: "Why did you choose this?"
"Like Winter's father, sleepy." Xiao Bao secretly smiled, and put the doll into his sleeve.
Shen Qingxuan turned around and glanced at Yi Mo who was picking up dolls in front of the booth, and fell silent.
Yi Mo came back with a little fox in his hands. The little fox made of clay was painted with colored glaze, and its whole body was snow-white. narrow eyes. Sly and cute.
Yi Mo pressed the fox against Shen Qingxuan's nose, "You."
Shen Qingxuan said: "... I am not like this."
"That's right." Xiao Bao testified.
Shen Qingxuan ran over and picked it up for a long time, and picked out a little fat dog made of clay. He was stretching his neck and looking at the sky, wondering what he was thinking. Shen Qingxuan pushed the dog in front of Xiaobao's nose, "You."
Xiao Bao opened his mouth wide in shock: "Father, this is a dog!"
"I know."
"I'm not a dog!" I'm a wolf!
"That's right." Shen Qingxuan patted his head, and said with a smile, "That's right."
Yi Mo said: "Don't argue. In front of the elders, you are this." Yi Mo pointed to the little fat dog.
Xiao Bao was speechless and burst into tears.
The three of them walked forward again, Shen Qingxuan suddenly muttered puzzled, and said, "Don't you think that the dolls of the stall owner are getting fatter every year?"
Xiao Bao was still torn between dogs and wolves, so he didn't have time to answer this question. Yi Mo looked at the dragon dance team in front of him, and didn't bother to answer this question. Shen Qingxuan thought, ah, no one cares about me anymore.
Suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye, Shen Qingxuan paused, then walked over. Yi Mo and Xiaobao stood where they were, and they also saw that person, who was rushing to the river, where the lanterns were placed. It was Xiaobao's grandma, Mrs. Shen. That's why Shen Qingxuan rushed over without saying a word.
Xiao Bao's face sank, and he asked in a low voice: "How many years has Grandma not seen Dad?"
Emma didn't answer. Turning his head to look forward, he said, "Let's go to the juggling."
The two walked slowly towards the bridge where they were juggling.
Shen Qingxuan walked in strides of the crowd, squeezed through the noisy crowd, seeing that figure getting closer and closer, suddenly felt something was wrong. At this moment, the hairs stood on end. A burst of dizziness came as promised, accompanied by a bone-chilling chill, as if returning to the ice cave of childhood, Shen Qingxuan tried to open his eyes wide, but there was only darkness.
This is the thirteenth year. Shen Qingxuan thought about it, even though he would think about it every day that passed.
Today is finally the day I've been waiting for. He couldn't wait for Yimo any longer.
I don't have time to wait for you. Shen Qingxuan gritted his teeth, and relying on the memory of the street in his mind, he staggered to the wall, leaned against the wall and bowed his body, struggling to breathe. At this moment, he flinched, thinking of his mother who put up lanterns by the river—it must have disappeared.
I don't know how long it has passed, maybe it is very short, or it may be very long. Shen Qingxuan heard Xiaobao's voice, and anxiously called out to himself: "Daddy, Daddy!"
Shen Qingxuan slowly opened his eyes, the market was still the same market, with its dazzling array of lanterns and the sound of yelling, amidst the boiling noise, he saw Yi Mo standing in front of him with his sleeves behind his back, dressed in a black robe and with long black hair, standing in the distance. There, she was looking at him quietly, with a dead silence in her eyes.
The whole world fell into dead silence.
Shen Qingxuan rolled up the corners of his lips, showing a smile, stood up with Xiaobao's support, and walked over step by step. His footsteps were heavy and slow, as if he had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, as if he had crossed the Sansheng River, as if he was stepping on With the tip of the thorn knife, it seems that every footprint has left blood. It was extremely painful and difficult to walk.
He finally stood in front of Yi Mo, eye to eye.
They stared at each other, but couldn't make a sound.
He took Yi Mo's hand, with the lines on his hands branded, and his fingers intertwined with each other. He held and tugged like this, and then whispered: "Let's go home."
His life was drained at a rapid rate.
Xiaobao stood in front of the door every day, listening to the movement in the room without saying a word. His father was dealing with business day and night, starting with the accounts, counting the shops, fields, tenants, and goods in the family... There has been no rest for five days and five nights. It seems that I want to finish all the things for the rest of my life during this time.
Xiaobao didn't know how long he had been standing here, he just stood, quietly, no matter the wind or rain. Just like his father in the house, he was by that person's side, silently.
He already knew his origin, and he already knew that he would personally send this person who had no blood but was dear to him away.
A month later, Shen Qingxuan called him into the house.
The windows in the room were closed, and in the dim light, Xiao Bao saw his father.
Skinny, with high protruding cheekbones and a sharp jaw, the original black hair was mixed with countless white strands.
Xiaobao choked with sobs, endured and endured, and finally broke down in tears.
"The matter has been dealt with." Shen Qingxuan seemed not to have heard him cry, and said with a smile: "I want to go back to the mountain, will you go?"
Xiao Bao nodded and walked over to hold his hand.
After leaving a few letters on the case, Shen Qingxuan opened the door. A breeze blows past, and the figure at the door disappears as if blown away, and the open door is slowly closed, with a "squeak", covering up the lingering love and hate that once existed in this room.
The other courtyard in the mountains has been vacant for many years, Shen Qingxuan sat in the sunshine, leaning against Yi Mo's chest.
"Birth, old age, sickness and death, separation of love, meeting of resentment and resentment, not getting what you want." Shen Qingxuan's voice was hoarse, weak and weak, and he said slowly: "In my life, there is only one suffering."
Emma hugged him tightly.
"Birth, old age, sickness and death are normal. The one I love has never left, and the person I hate has long since ignored me." Shen Qingxuan raised his hand, the veins on the back of his hand were exposed, and he touched his face with his withered hand, his eyes still full of obsessive love, and said softly Said: "You can only ask for it."
In this life, you can't ask for it.
Shen Qingxuan caressed his face, "It's only because of this request that I can't get it, that's why I escaped the six hardships. Yi Mo..." He spoke in a hurry, panting twice, Yi Mo patted lightly, there The bony back was patted gently, as if soothing a baby, with a cautious gesture.
"I like you."
Shen Qingxuan said, closing his eyes and smiling. This was the first and only time in his life that he said he liked her.
"Imo, I like you."
Eyelids completely closed, Shen Qingxuan said softly, as if falling asleep after speaking, his wrists drooped and slid down to his side.
Yi Mo closed his eyes, hugged him in his arms, exerted great strength, locked him tightly in his arms as if he wanted to rub this frail and withered body into his bones and blood, touched those snow-white hairs with his lips, Kiss gently.
However, no one will respond to him again.
In Shen Qingxuan's suicide note, the funeral should be kept simple after death, without waiting for Shen Zhen to come back and be buried in a separate courtyard in the mountains. A wooden box in a dark cabinet in another house was taken and buried together.
On the day of encoffining, Shen Zhen rushed back. Shen's father was old and sick in bed. Shen's mother never showed up and was locked in the Buddhist hall. Shen Zhen came back and presided over the overall situation. Xu Mingshi also heard the news, and happened to come here on the day of encoffining. Shen Zhen buried his elder brother in the mountain according to his will. As for the wooden box, Shen Zhen found it and opened it. There were some old papers in it, full of handwriting, some belonged to Shen Qingxuan, and some belonged to another person. Dialogues, and some books, are hard-to-find classics in this world. Needless to say, it was also sent by the owner of the other handwriting on the paper. There is also a erotic palace. They are all collected and placed in a small box, and I don't know how many years they have been hidden.
Shen Zhen put the box in his brother's coffin.
The coffin was buried, the ceremony was over, and finally everyone dispersed, only Shen Zhen stayed behind, kneeling in front of the tomb and weeping.
While feeling sad, there was another person beside him, Shen Zhen raised his head, looked at this man who had never met before, and knew his identity with just one glance.
"you… "
Yi Mo looked down at him, then moved his eyes to the cold stone tablet, and said slowly: "I will take Shen Jue away, if you have something to do in the future, you can come to the mountain to find me."
"You mean Xiaobao?" Shen Zhen was stunned for a moment, and quickly said: "But he is a descendant of my Shen family."
"I promise him to take Shen Jue to adulthood."
"... If it's my brother's intention..." Shen Zhen lowered his head with red eyes, "How could I go against my brother's wish."
Yi Mo squatted down, looked at the stone tablet in front of him, there was neither sadness nor joy in his eyes, he just watched, and finally stretched out his hand to caress the cold stone tablet. There was Shen Qingxuan's name on it, and this name was always soft and warm, and could be put in his arms to keep warm, but at this moment, it became colder than him.
Yi Mo got up and left.
Shen Zhen knelt on the spot, still crying.
He raised his head while wiping away his tears, and suddenly felt something strange when he glanced at the stele from the corner of his eyes. When he looked carefully, there was an extra line of words on the corner of the stele.
The font is correct, and the letter:
widow emo
(Volume 1 · End)
The author has something to say: at the end of the first volume, if you don't want to read Shen Qingxuan's reincarnated children's shoes, you can stop here.
For the rest, they are still willing to accompany Da She to search for Xiao Shen's children's shoes, pack up their luggage, prepare their rucksack, and prepare dry food.
Come with me, GO!