Inscription: The rosy streamer is empty and the scroll is full of five colors. Zeng Ji solemnly remembers the hearts of the old people, and the moonlight is fading.
From the south to Lingzhou, it can be said that the journey can be said to be volatile, where does it still seem like the noble appearance of the old days? The more arrogant you are, the more you show your arrogance, it is precisely to hide the humbleness and fragility deep in your heart. The cold wind picked up, the bright sun was not yet warm, and the south was wrapped tightly, but she couldn't resist the wind and cold. She straightened her back helplessly, still no longer her usual pride.
Mei Chen's thoughtfulness is still the same as before. He always remembers to turn on the heater on the southern carriage, and remember to put an extra quilt in the carriage... It's a pity that the handsome and handsome face is not willing to show any emotion anymore, like a stagnant pool. There is no turbulence, no joy, and no sadness. Ruthlessness hurts the most, and the south dare not expect his forgiveness, but he never expected his indifference to be piercingly cold.
Cold, from the inside out, frozen for thousands of miles. The trembling in the south became more and more severe. It couldn't stop, it couldn't stop, it was extremely painful.
As the saying goes, only the master who is proud of the spring breeze will have the servant who is happy. Just because the south was down, Liuxia had to drag her sick body on the road, and no one had the heart to ask for medicine for her. The driver was mean, and complained softly more than once: "Forget it earlier, don't die in the car, it's really infiltrating and bad luck."
These words accidentally fell into Wang Nanfang's ears, and she was furious. She often heard that Huluo Pingyang was bullied by dogs, and there was really a dog with a nose. Even though he was in despair, he still retained a three-point momentum. His sharp eyes slammed down, and the driver shivered in vain, as if his body was soaked in snow water. He quickly shut up and did things.
After all, Liuxia is just a slave, not so lucky to be reckless and tender. On the way, she became more awake, and she managed to struggle. She was so skinny that only a handful of bones remained, her cheeks were no longer plump, and her faint blush had withered to a waxy yellow. She looked especially pitiful. Liuxia's body is as thin as paper, and she will be out of breath if she moves a little bit, but she must insist on handling the three meals and tea in the south by herself, so as to satisfy the girl as much as possible, so that she can get a smile from Zhongnu'er.
Suddenly one day, everyone walked to the boundary of Luocheng, the spring and the cold weather were fused, the snow was falling, and the ice surface on the river had not yet opened. Mei Chen asked about the inn and asked everyone to settle down. Although the inn in a small place is not as elegant as the capital, there are a few plum blossoms in the courtyard that are blooming brilliantly, and the tender pink flowers are full of delicate branches. Wang Nanfang looked at him coldly, and sure enough, Meichen didn't take a sip of the hot tea. He stood in the courtyard looking at the flowers in the severe cold, his expression was solemn, but his eyes were full of emotion. That look was really annoying. She used to have a strong temperament, but now she refuses to pretend to be forbearance any more.
The most confidant is speechless, see clearly, can't persuade and feel more uncomfortable. Liuxia stepped forward and carefully picked up the broken pieces of Jun porcelain. Junci was originally as warm as jade, but now it split apart, but it was also unusually sharp. Liuxia's fibrous fingers were cut by this sharpness, and the blood flowed on the pure white porcelain, which was shocking.
Nanfang saw that the anger in his chest was even stronger, and he scolded fiercely: "What else can you do now?! I can't wait to show this diligence, and I don't care if I get hurt, why bother?"
Liuxia sighed slightly, but did not respond, she still cleaned up all the tiles, then took out the handkerchief, carefully wiped the blood stains on her hands, and bandaged them. Nanfang couldn't help but ask, "Is the wound deep?"
"It's okay," Liu Xia chuckled, "it's just a little injury, don't bother the girl."
It's just a girl. Naturally, if you suffer some minor injuries, you don't dare to bother your master, but where is the person who really feels heartache now? The sky and the earth are very small, and it seems that there is no way to see each other even in thoughts.
Liu Xia was still smiling. Whenever she looked at Wang Nanfang, she always tried her best to smile. Although her smile was bright, from Nanfang's point of view, Liu Xia's eyes and brows always had a hint of loneliness. The loneliness makes people feel cold and thin, and the South has no reason to feel that this coldness is a bit familiar, oh, it is familiar, isn't Meichen's complexion with the same coldness? Nanfang sneered in the bottom of her heart, laughing miserably, or maybe she was really wrong, is it the original intention to hurt Liuxia to such a degree.
Liuxia may not know where Xie Chichun is, but the south is very clear, an infatuated species, knowing that his sweetheart is traveling with his master, how can he not miss it? As expected in the south, Xie Chichun was in Luocheng at this time, maybe he was waiting outside the inn. She almost couldn't help but want Liuxia to go out and meet Xie Chichun, but the weather was too cold, Nanfang couldn't help tightening her clothes, she was touched by the loneliness and sensitivity on Liuxia's face again, and felt even more annoyed, she turned to the yard walk in.
Meichen felt that someone was approaching, and he was a little annoyed. He didn't know who was so ignorant to disturb the quiet time. Turning back to see the south, he raised his hand reluctantly and gently stroked a petal, sniffing at the tip of his nose, and the fragrance was full of secrets. Meichen seemed to be satisfied with this, and Yiyi looked back and left.
Nanfang looked at him like this, and snorted coldly, "I am a man-eating tiger? Why do you have to run away in a hurry?!"
Mason didn't seem to hear at all, and went straight into the house.
Nanfang was about to catch up, but he stopped in his tracks again. The originally beautiful face showed hatred, and it was very terrifying to match the hideous scars. The flowers are beautiful, but the people are not as beautiful as yesterday. The two stand silently in the white snow, forming a strange picture.
At twilight, the first half of the moon is cold, the snow has already settled, and the white surroundings are even more lonely. The dark fragrance and plum shadow are chaotic, and the heart is cold.
At night, the world was silent, Xie Chichun didn't know how long he had waited, the firewood door opened and the beautiful lady came. Where love is strong, why do you need words? He opened his broad arms and hugged the thin body tightly to his chest. He really wanted to smash the jade man into his heart, so that he would no longer have to think about love.
"Why are you willing to come to see me today?" Xie Chichun asked softly with Liuxia's hair tangled.
"It's freezing cold, I'm afraid you will die here." Liu Xia's words were somewhat angry, but her body did not struggle. It's really too cold, even if it's warm for a moment, it's worth coveting.
"I knew you would feel sorry for me," Xie Chichun felt a little more complacent and satisfied, and hugged the person in his arms even tighter.
Liuxia's face was horrified, and tears burst into her face, she said sadly: "Of course I will feel heartache, you know that I will feel heartache, but, don't you understand? I don't have the strength to feel heartache anymore, and I don't know how long I can endure it. Let's go and forget about me, so that you and I will no longer work hard."
"How can I be willing!" Xie Chichun's throat was dignified, almost whimpering, and he forced a sullen roar, "How can I rest assured with your current body? If you get better, I can still persuade myself to leave, but Now… "
"Don't worry, I've been eating Qingxin Yulu Pills. I have this precious treasure. If I take care of it slowly, it will always get better." Liuxia smiled and raised her hand to trim the messy hair on Xie Chichun's forehead. , eyes full of affection.
Xie Chichun was drunk in this affection, and he didn't know how to get out.
Looking at each other, face to face but still miss, the time to see each other is too little, the two simply don't know how to cherish.
As early as when they left the capital, Xie Chichun had been following them all the time. Meichen had always been meticulous, and after a little inquiries, he knew Xie Chichun's intention. He originally planned to help the two escape and escape under the eyes of Nanfang, but Xie Chichun refused, he said: "Liuxia will not agree, her friendship with Nanfang is already like a close relative, even I can't be compared with it, that's all, My brother has the Pure Heart Yulu Pills from my friend back then, if you can make her take it, my brother will be grateful."
Mei Chen didn't try to persuade him any more, but he tried to find a way to feed Liuxia the Qingxin Yulu Pill, the legendary medicine that can cure all diseases. So Liuxia gradually woke up from the coma, and was able to support and serve the south.
When Liuxia realized Machen's care, the first thing she asked was, "Did he ask you to come? Where is he?"
Love, to the extreme, can connect the heart, right? How could Liuxia not feel the protection of Xie Chichun? She saw Xie Chichun late one night. She didn't say hello, she didn't cry, she just said lightly, "Let's go, I will take good care of myself from now on and not let you worry about it." After that, she turned and left, not allowing Xie Chichun to say goodbye to lovesickness after saying goodbye. meaning.
Parting is the most bitter, and it is better than secretly watching. Xie Chichun did not leave, and the bitterness was still Liuxia. The two are close at hand, but they can't wait to be together. Every night, Xie Chichun would wait outside the inn where Liuxia stayed, knowing that he couldn't see each other, but being closer seemed to be comforting.
The streamer accompanies for a while, and forgets the pain. Just a moment, Liuxia said: "I'm back, the girl wakes up and sees no one around, but she's scared."
"She's afraid? Does she have a heart?" Xie Chichun still couldn't help but feel sullen, "Liu Xia, every time I see you leave, I'm afraid, afraid that you will never see me again! You say, should I hold my arms or not? Hope?"
Should you hold out hope? Who knows? The next day was sunny, and in spring, the ice surface was easy to open, and the boat was accompanied by Jiangtou and others.
After everything was tidied up, Liuxia helped Nanfang to board the boat. Meichen instructed the boatman: "Get ready to sail, and drive slowly." Nanfang has been cold and silent since morning, but suddenly said: "Liuxia, I remember the inn. There is a pastry shop next to it, I smell the smell of peach blossom cakes, you go and buy some for me."
"Girl," Liu Xia couldn't help laughing and crying, so she had to comfort her softly, "Now in February, where are there peach blossoms? It's not yet time to eat peach blossom cakes."
"Who said the peach blossoms haven't bloomed yet?" Nanfang Liumei stood up, "I said let it bloom, and it bloomed!"
Mei Chen couldn't see it, and said coldly: "The boatman is sailing, don't pay attention to that crazy woman."
Nanfang stood up, stood beside the boat, and said bitterly, "Whoever dares to sail, I will jump from here!"
Mei Chen was sullen and helpless, barely maintaining his indifferent order to the little servant beside him: "Go buy it! Go and come back!"
"No way!" Nanfang said, "How can I eat what he bought? I must go to Liuxia."
"She's weak, are you killing her?" Mei Chen only felt his hands trembling, almost unbearable.
Nanfang was very proud, she was willing to see Meichen's anger, and secretly said in her heart: Aren't you indifferent, and now you have to be angry for a girl, it's really funny. She said coldly: "My girl, I want her life, but I can't do anything. I just want her to go, go alone!"
Liuxia agreed softly and said, "The slave is fine, you can go, the slave will come back as soon as possible."
The thin and thin figure was even more pitiful in the cold wind, but there was no reluctance in Nanfang's eyes. She laughed, from light laughter to laughter, and then unbridled laughter spread all over the river. Meichen's face was pale, and he tried his best to forbear, but he finally didn't speak.
Liuxia's figure had disappeared, and Nanfang suddenly ordered, "Let the boat go!"
Mei Chen was surprised and said, "Liuxia hasn't come back yet."
Nanfang was still smiling, but tears fell from the corners of her eyes into the river. She whispered like a babble, and said softly, "Where is the rosy glow? The sky is twilight, and the palace wall is locked in the swing courtyard. sail!"
Mei Chen finally understood something, but he still couldn't believe it was true. After a long time, he woke up like a dream and told the boat's family, "Let's sail, hurry up."
The wind blew thousands of waves on the river, and the boat drifted away.
Liu Xia walked in the city for a long time, but did not buy back the peach blossom cakes. Everyone was puzzled and laughed: "Why is such a beautiful girl, why is the brain not so good? It's only February, why do you want peach blossoms to bloom?"
She had no choice but to return to the riverside. Liuxia had no strength. She supported her to look at the river. Where is the young lady? She was so anxious that she wobbled and nearly fainted. A pair of arms supported Liuxia in time, and looking back, her smile was as warm as the sun and gorgeous, not Xie Chichun
At the end of February, the spring breeze is getting warmer. The river bank in Luocheng is really full of peach blossoms.
Upstairs by the river bank, passionate but always ruthless; for the time being, cute crimson loves light crimson.
Looking at the river in the south, the tears couldn't stop falling. Mei Chen handed the Jinpa, with a rare warmth in his eyes.
Hmph, Nanfang sneered, and did not accept Meichen's offer, instead he wiped away his tears with his sleeves, still standing by the river, and said forcefully, "I didn't cry, the wind was too strong, and something caught my eye."
Yes, Jiang Feng was too strong, and it seemed that something really fascinated his eyes, and Mei Chen's eyes were slightly red.
The author has something to say: This is a story written by my best friend Qinghan to Liu Xia. She didn't want me to write Liu Xia as dying of illness in the palace, so she gave Xiaqing and Xie Chichun a happy ending. Well, the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion, Dahe will accept it for the time being. Thank you Qinghan, I wish you a happy life!