The two of them were so silent, and they couldn't help feeling a little strange. I looked sideways at Master Murong who was staring at the cup in my hand in a daze, and tentatively said, "Master Murong?"
"Huh?" Master Murong looked up, then he was relieved, smiling and looking at me apologetically. "I'm sorry! When people are old, they tend to lose their minds if they are not careful."
"Um... Haha!" I just smiled.
"About the third young master's injury..." I tried to find a topic.
Master Murong waved his hand and said, "Master of the National Normal University said that if you can save it, you can save it!"
Uh... I was about to decline, and looked at Master Murong's face with confidence, thinking that they really trusted the'Master of the National Teacher' in their mouths!
The topic at the beginning was immediately strangled to death by his sentence.
I was silent, watching Master Murong suddenly calm down again, and I felt bored to death in my heart.
"Mrs. Murong... she doesn't seem to have a good temper!" I hesitated to find another topic. Thinking of facing this matter anyway, it's better to open up this topic by yourself.
"My wife... We have owed her all these years!" When it came to this, Master Murong looked a little sad.
An old man who is nearly half a hundred years old and has gray hair. Although standing outside is a distinguished uncle of the country, looking at the boundless scenery, who knows the pain and sadness in his heart
It seemed that I was infected by the sad feeling on his body, and my mood suddenly became a little heavy.
"Master Murong! The past things are over, I have been thinking about it, but it is just unfair to myself and the people around me!" I comforted.
"Is it fair?" Master Murong chuckled, with helpless eyes and expressions. "In the family of the generals, how can there be true fairness in what you see and hear?"
"Because I don't have one, I have to try my best to pursue it, right?" I said.
Master Murong's complexion suffocated, his weather-beaten eyes fixed on me, but there was no movement for a long time.
I was uncomfortable by him, and I wanted to call him, but I thought it was not good to be rash.
After hesitating for a while, I took a deep breath and got up from the chair with my eyes down.
"You... really look like her!" Master Murong sighed, his voice a little choked.
I looked up in astonishment, and saw the head of the household who was over half a hundred years old, his eyes turned out to be moist.
"Master Murong..." I looked at him awkwardly.
He reached out his hand and touched his face, then bowed his head to wipe away the tears from his eyes. He smiled and said, "Little girl! Can you sing a little song?"
"Uh... a little bit!" I nodded. Although I rarely go to KTV to sing before, I still listen to a lot of songs every day, and I still hum a few words.
Master Murong's eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth curled up with an expected smile and said: "May I... sing a sentence or two for the old man?"
"Now?" I raised my eyes slightly and looked at Master Na Murong with some surprise.
Master Murong nodded: "Now!"
I twisted my eyebrows for a while, and tried to search for the songs I had heard in my head. I thought about it for a while, but I didn't even think of the tune at all.
I was secretly annoyed, so many songs before were really for nothing. It's going to come in handy now, but I can't remember a word.
Master Murong did not urge, but just sat quietly and waited for me to speak.
The surrounding area was very quiet, and there was a sudden thunder and lightning outside, and the shower fell'cracking'.
I trembled all over, and suddenly I thought of Jinsha's "The Immortal in the Painting".
I closed my eyes and thought for a while, then started humming gently. "Why can't I see that beautiful and perfect face? Raindrops are falling down and wetting the entire eaves. You are standing on my left side. You are standing on my left. The fairy in the splash-ink painting. I approached and passed you a handkerchief. You suddenly smiled and thanked you. It is said that the rain in Myanmar stopped, you just go further and further..."
Master Murong, whose eyes were half-closed, suddenly widened, looking at me with a look of surprise but joy. But then the joyful expression was gradually replaced by a sorrow that was too strong to be able to dissolve.
He slowly closed his eyes and leaned his head on the back of the chair, tears flowing out of his eyes so inadvertently.
"The parting space on the side of the bluestone road evokes my constant thoughts of you. If the rain is spreading, I can look at you more. I can only kiss your face with a handkerchief and tears run across my lips..." I was astonished. Looking at the teardrops on his cheeks, he didn't dare to stop and ask why.
The rain that night, the whole night, seemed to clean the earth thoroughly.
And that night after Master Murong left, I lay on my stomach in front of the window and sat all night.
Because when Master Murong was leaving, he asked me a question that I never thought about.
He said: "You look so straight with her! Perhaps your appearance is what God made up for me regrets! And my third and fourth son, which girl do you prefer?"
Which one do you prefer? What if you don't like any of them? I was lying in front of the window, listening to the sound of rain outside, and the words that Shi had said before leaving.
She said: If I fell in love with someone here, she would show up!
But she hasn't appeared yet, does that mean I haven't fallen in love with anyone yet
On the one hand, I hope to show up earlier so that I can find Xuan Cang's heart and leave this troubled world sooner.
On the other hand, I am afraid of who I will fall in love with here. Because we are destined to have no results, and I will still live in regret for the person I love, and guilt for Xuan Cang.
Falling in love with others... Isn't this betraying Xuan Cang
"God... what should I do?" I stretched out my hand to open the window, and reached out to catch the falling rain.
The icy rain dripped on the palm of my hand, and the cold wind blowing on my face, with a smell of earth, forced me to breathe. The cold wind blows my mind but I don't see the clarity, but it also brings some sleepiness.
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When I woke up the next day, I was already back in bed. I was covered with a quilt. In the middle of the night, I don't know who carried me from the window to the bed.
"Yeah..." I sat up from the bed with a bit of discomfort. As soon as I sat up, there was a dizziness in my head. I hurriedly stretched out my hand to hold my head, only to feel uncomfortably hot in my eyes.
"Miss!" Tao'er with bulging cheeks saw me get up and hurriedly stepped forward to help.
I looked up and was startled when I looked at her swollen pig-headed face. It took a long time to get over, remembering that she was beaten by Mrs. Murong's person last night.
"Okay! Just take a good rest of your appearance!" Looking at her red eyes, I couldn't bear to say more.
As soon as I sat up from the bed, the sun's rays came in. Even though I was wearing a shading tape in front of my eyes, I was still a little uncomfortable with the light.