"Miss Wen, Miss Wen..." Sheng Yaoshan couldn't understand what Ruan was saying at all.
What past life, what this life.
I thought that gentleness was due to excessive sadness, exhaustion and exhaustion, which led to hallucinations in consciousness.
Sheng Yaoshan called softly, intending to wake up tenderness.
"Miss Wen, you can't come back to life after death, so please be patient!" In the end, he still said such a sad sentence.
"Well, I know." Gentle nodded slightly.
"Miss Wen, come back with me, it's very windy here, your body can't stand such torment anymore." Sheng Yaoshan persuaded him kindly.
"Go back?" Wen Rou didn't understand.
"Come back to Beijing with me, and let Ren Yue sleep peacefully here. After we return to Beijing, I will order someone to move him back to the capital!" Sheng Yaoshan said slowly.
"He likes it here. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the mountains are high and the water is long." Said softly.
"He doesn't like people to disturb his sweet dreams." Said softly.
"Since he is here, I will also be by his side." Said softly.
"But..." Sheng Yaoshan seemed to want to say something more.
Tenderness seems to be inaudible.
In the raging north wind, she knelt down in front of his grave in a daze, talking to him softly, like a newlywed couple whispering to each other.
She knelt quietly, motionless, and looked like a stone statue from behind.
But from the front, she clearly had a smile on her face.
At that moment, Sheng Yaoshan understood everything.
Even though they are divided between yin and yang;
Even across the icy soil;
Even in the eyes of others, her behavior is almost stupid;
However, Sheng Yaoshan knew that Ren Yue could hear her heart.
Ren San. To have Miss Wen treat you like this, your life is enough!
Gentle still knelt there obsessively...
Sheng Yaoshan knew that she had made up her mind. I can't take her away...
In the vast wilderness that stretches as far as the eye can see, winter goes to spring. The ice and snow melted, the grass was desolate, and it was a lush and beautiful scene.
In the blue sky, a pair of eagles are flying freely.
Kong Yuan's cry echoed over the entire wilderness.
At the place where the sky and the earth meet, the simple thatched hut disappeared, but in its place were three neat and brand-new big thatched huts.
One is smoking, that is the kitchen;
One is neat and clean. that is the bedroom;
There is another room, bustling and bustling, that is the dining hall...
From time to time, passing business travelers and indigenous grassland herdsmen come to sit down.
Not for anything else, just because there is a beautiful cook here, who is good at cooking a delicate and heart-warming delicacy - red bean and lotus seed soup.
Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches come out in spring.
May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick.
That is the famous lovesickness soup in Mangyuan.
Herdsmen, especially young men and women, will meet to taste this lovesickness;
Business travelers from the past will come here especially. The acacia soup that is only famous for this big week...
Wenrou was busy working alone.
In the small kitchen, on the small exquisite red clay stoves, what is simmering is the lovesickness soup that makes people cry.
"Hey. I said, is this beautiful proprietress alone?" Some people in the passing business travelers asked each other curiously.
"I heard that they came from the capital." The grassland herdsman replied.
"Going here from the capital alone?" The business traveler was unknown.
"I heard that there was a great general who stayed with her all the time. Later, the emperor made an urgent move, and the general went back. Maybe he will come back soon." The herdsman laughed.
"It's not easy for a woman to be alone! My husband has gone to the capital again. He's not around..." The merchant shook his head and sighed.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Miss Wen and General Sheng are not husband and wife!" A grassland boy stood up.
"Not husband and wife? Then she alone? What happened to that general?" The merchant was completely at a loss.
"I don't know, anyway. They are not husband and wife! Don't talk nonsense!" The young man was a little annoyed, and the straightforward temperament of grassland herdsmen. It is vividly reflected in him.
"A woman's family looks so beautiful, but she suffers here alone... Alas..." Shang Lu sighed heavily.
"Ren Yue, a lot of people came here today, and we made a lot of money. In a few days, I'll go to the market to buy some wine koji, and I'll make some good wine for you..." Rourou patted her sore shoulder lightly, and walked slowly He went to the backyard of the thatched cottage, sat gently in front of a mound, and said with a smile.
In front of the mound, on a natural bluestone slab, there are five beautiful characters "Fu Renyue's Tomb" written impressively.
It was written and carved by Gentle himself.
Whenever the starry night falls, she will always sit in front of this tombstone, talking softly and slowly about what happened today, from anecdotes and strange things to what she feels in her heart.
Although facing the cold stone tablet and the silent mound, Gentle still told what she heard and felt in a very eloquent and emotional way.
Like a virtuous bride, she chatted excitedly with her husband about family affairs, east, west, north, south, every day.
Since Ren Yue was buried here that year, Rou Rou spent every day like this, busy alone, telling Ren Yue quietly.
Occasionally, Sheng Yaoshan came to visit her from the capital, and he was already used to her nagging and persistence. Whenever he came in and couldn't find her, he would go straight to the backyard.
The pomegranate tree next to the mound has grown tall, with gorgeous pomegranate flowers blooming all over the branches, and it looks as red as a cloud from a distance.
Wen Rou sat quietly by the mound under the tree, speaking softly, not knowing what she was talking about.
Sheng Yaoshan stood silently behind her, patiently waiting for her to finish speaking.
I don't know how many times there is a sour feeling of happiness in my heart.
This girl is really crazy.
Ren San, you are so lucky! If you have a spirit in the sky, don't fall asleep anymore, and at least let this pomegranate tree bear fruit.
Sure enough, pomegranates can be harvested every year.
Although this is a desert wilderness, the climate is extremely unsuitable for the growth of pomegranates.
"Hey, you're here?" Rourou finished talking to the mound, then turned around inadvertently, but saw Sheng Yaoshan standing behind her with a smile still in a green shirt.
Over the years, he has been going back and forth between the capital city and the desert wilderness, and his heroic face was quietly coated with a layer of vicissitudes by the wind, frost and running around.
It seemed darker than before, but also stronger and more burly.
"Hehe." Sheng Yaoshan opened his mouth lightly, his smile was bright and clean, just like the first sun on the wilderness, bright and pure.
"I don't talk at all. Every time I come here, I always stand quietly behind. When did I learn to eavesdrop on other people's whispers?" There was a different kind of happy smile on the gentle face, and the coquettish but extremely familiar Complain.