Sixty-third bowl of soup (3)
In the quiet room, Feng Jin, who had already returned to her room to rest, did not lie on the embroidered bed, but sat by the window. The moonlight from outside streamed in and shone on the snow-white pipa in her arms.
She was as tender as embracing a lover and stroking the pipa, murmuring in a low voice: "I have to give him a baby."
Whether it's a boy or a girl, after she dies, she must leave some thoughts for Prince Su, so that he can live, and return what the host owes him.
They are going to get married soon, and she will not sleep alone in the future.
The pipa in his arms was quiet and silent, and the snow-white body of the qin reflected a strange and moving light because it was illuminated by the moonlight. Feng Jin hugged the pipa, and rubbed her small face on the pipa twice, her brows were still full of sadness, her eyes were always full of affection, as if she was about to shed tears, although she had forgotten Chuan, but still entangled with the emotions there, never forgetting it for a moment.
A weak and soft-hearted person like her should have been torn apart and devoured the moment she jumped off the River of Forgetfulness, and she couldn't even find the fragments of her soul, but she survived in a daze.
Boil it.
Boil, boil, and everything will pass.
Feng Jin doesn't need to sleep, she can stay up all night, but she can't help being sad, only holding this pipa can calm her down a bit. Living has always been a painful thing.
"Pipa, pipa, what will you do if I can't go back?" The world is so big, but it's ridiculous that there is no room for her. She is lonely wherever she goes, whether she is alive or dead.
After asking this sentence, Feng Jin smiled lightly, carried the pipa to the table and put it down, then walked to the bed by herself, took off her embroidered shoes and socks and lay down.
But she couldn't actually sleep.
She didn't know why she couldn't sleep, she just couldn't sleep, she couldn't see anything with her eyes open, but she was tortured by long-forgotten memories.
It would be fine if he could remember, but he was at a loss and didn't know anything.
In the early morning of the second day, Prince Su got up early and came to Feng Jin's place to ask the maid several times, but the answer he got was that the princess hadn't woken up yet, and she was sitting alone at the door waiting. He just sat down, really not at all pretentious.
Feng Jin stayed up all night, she didn't like to be waited on at night, so the maidservants who were watching the night were far away, so naturally they didn't know anything about her staying up all night. Feng Jin knew in her heart that she was different. Even with a physical body, the strangeness of her soul reminded her that she was different from ordinary people.
She is a monster.
A monster who has no memory but is always sad.
But after all, Prince Su can't be kept waiting for a long time, Feng Jin opened the door and saw him sitting at the door, couldn't help smiling and said: "What is the prince doing?"
Prince Su quickly got up, feeling a little embarrassed. "Then what, I'll wait for you to get up for breakfast."
Feng Jin smiled softly, in fact, she could not eat, "Then I will have to wait for the concubine, the concubine has not been washed yet."
"Okay, I'll wait."
Feng Jin smiled at him again, turned around and entered the room, Prince Su was standing at the door while giggling, since he beat Feng Jin, he was smiling all the time.
After another incense stick or so, Feng Jin was sorted out. When Prince Su saw her, he first sighed sincerely, how beautiful, then coughed twice to hide his salivation, and shook Feng Jin's little hand: "In a few days Today is our big wedding day, are you ready?"
"It's natural." Feng Jin smiled. "The concubine said she wanted to marry the prince, how could she go back on what she said?"
Prince Su is not afraid of anything, he is usually a stern and selfless prince, but in front of Feng Jin he turns into soft fingers. He was grinning, but he didn't hide his uneasiness: "I'm just afraid that you will suddenly change your mind and refuse to marry me."
He has been struggling ever since the marriage was bestowed by the emperor's brother. Should he wait patiently for Feng Jin to have a grand wedding, or should he quickly marry someone in while she is still willing to marry him? Months, now the preparations for the wedding are finally completed, only three days later, she will be his Prince Su and Princess Su.
A legitimate husband and wife, she is no longer the bright moon in the sky that he can't look up to and longs for, but a delicate flower that can be embraced in his arms and loved freely.
"I promised to marry, so naturally I want to marry." Feng Jin was amused by his nervousness. "My lord, don't be nervous, the concubine is here, and she won't turn into a butterfly and fly away."
Prince Su smirked again.
After the two of them finished their breakfast, Feng Jin sat in the gazebo of the palace and played the pipa. Prince Su stared at her obsessively with his cheek in one hand.
Bai Baiyu pressed the last note, Feng Jin looked up at Prince Su, and asked, "Is my concubine playing well?"
"Okay." Prince Su nodded foolishly. "But what kind of tune is this called? Why have I never heard it before?"
It sounds good, and the skills are masters, but every time he feels unspeakable sadness and bewilderment from it.
Feng Jin chuckled: "This is a song handed down by my concubine's parents. According to legend, it is called the sound of bones. It is said that it can bring the dead back to life, and the bones will regenerate."
Because, this is a song played by the soul.
That's why it's so inspiring and tearful.
Prince Su didn't understand the joy of silk and bamboo, so he blinked blankly: "Oh."
Feng Jin smiled, "This concubine will play another song for the prince."
This time she changed the tune, the tune is brisk and moving, which suits her status as a bride-to-be. Although Prince Su doesn't understand it, he is deeply affected. He shakes his head and thinks a little bit after finishing the tune, "Is it over?"
"No more playing." Feng Jin said with a smile. "I don't like to play these songs. If the prince likes to listen to them, I will play them for you later."
"Okay, it's settled like this. When we get married, you will play me music every day."
Feng Jin looked at him like a child, then nodded: "Okay."
She is soft and soft, and her speech is always so gentle, so gentle that Prince Su dare not get too close to her—maybe it's not that he dares not to get close to her, but that no matter how hard he tries, he can't get close to her.
The days passed by like this, and at night Feng Jin was still sitting by the window holding the pipa, she quietly raised her head to look at the sky, from here she could see the bright moon, so round and so bright, but so cold, It seems that she has looked up countless times.
So far away, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't touch it.
At this moment, Feng Jin suddenly heard a slight voice. Before she could react, a tall black figure appeared in front of her. The man looked at her with complicated emotions in his jet-black eyes, and then turned her hold on.
"open-"
Before she finished speaking, Xiao Rong's face was already buried in the crook of her neck. "Jiner, Jiner, Jiner—"
Calling her again and again, tears dripped down Feng Jin's neck, she felt very hot, but extremely cold.
Feng Jin didn't cry out, but just let the man hold him, and when his mood gradually stabilized, he slowly pushed him away, carefully hugged the pipa between the two of them, wiped the dust on it, like It was because Xiao Rong would ruin it.
Xiao Rong looked at her expectantly but didn't dare to approach her, and asked her, "You, since when did you know how to play the pipa? Jin'er, I—"
"You don't have to say anything." Feng Jin looked indifferently. "You go, don't come again."
"Jin'er—"
"No need to explain." Feng Jin sat down again. "You already have a wife, and I'm going to marry my husband soon. Between you and me, it's best to act as if you never knew each other."
"Jin'er—"
Feng Jin asked him: "Come out so late, does your wife know?"
Xiao Rong froze, his eyes were full of pain, his love was awakened in the flood of memories, but the reality was that he had another responsibility.
But Feng Jin is also his responsibility!
He was the one who asked her to wait for him to go back in Xinglin, it was he who made a vow to marry her, he was the one who took her body, and worshiped heaven and earth in front of her dying parents, they were husband and wife long ago, he loves her so much she.
But he forgot!
He forgot everything!
Forgetting that I have a wife, forgetting that my wife is waiting in Xinglin, almost ten years of forgetting! When he first thought of everything, Xiao Rong wanted to kill himself. Xinglin was isolated from the world, and it was a coincidence that he came there back then. After the death of his father-in-law and mother-in-law, Feng Jin was the only one left, and he let her live in Xinglin alone for nine years!
Nine full years and more!
What kind of mood has she been waiting for him in these nine years? While she was waiting for him, he married a wife and had children in the capital, and he was on the rise. He didn't have time to share all his glory with her, and he didn't even remember her!
"It's not your fault." Feng Jin said flatly. "It's also an accident that you will forget. Now that you and I have separate bonds, don't mention the past. If the prince knows, he will definitely be sad."
Xiao Rong's voice was hoarse: "But we have worshiped the parents of heaven and earth—"
"My parents have passed away long ago. If you don't tell me about this matter, no one will know about it." Feng Jin looked at him with indifferent eyes as if he didn't know him at all. "From the moment I learned that you forgot me, I will no longer be your wife. I wish you and your wife a happy life together. In the future, don't come here."
But how can Xiao Rong let go? The moment the memory is recalled, everything is as clear as if it happened yesterday. How they love each other, the countless promises they have made - how can these be forgotten? "No—we can't do this, we can't do this, we are husband and wife! I am your husband, you are my wife, we agreed to grow old together, I remembered, Jin'er, I will never forget—"
"I'll be the prince's wife soon." Feng Jin took a step back, "You also have your own life, what you have to do now is to turn around and don't look back."