Hua Rong said softly: "Wenlong, you just heard about Spring Breeze Ten Miles Yangzhou Road. Are you willing to go?"
The red medicine beside the bridge, the green buckwheat, the clear waves, the cold moon and the silent moon, what kind of scenery is that? He held his breath and thought seriously: "Yangzhou, how far is it from here?"
"Thousands of miles!"
Thousands of miles? Across the mountains, across the water, across the vast ocean? He was suddenly afraid, because he was still thousands of miles away from his father, so how could he see his father again? Such a choice is so difficult.
"But, I haven't left Daikin yet. I've never left..." His voice was small.
Hua Rong's eager eyes slowly dimmed. Yes, this child, he grew up here, learning Jurchen riding and archery, Jurchen customs, Jurchen habits and diet. What does the Song Dynasty have to do with him
"Mom, I am a Jurchen. I went to the Song Dynasty. Will they..."
For a moment, Hua Rong wanted to shout loudly: "No, child, you are not a Jin person, you are a Song Dynasty person, an authentic Song Dynasty person, no one will do anything to you. Even if you are not welcome, there is no need to welcome you, It is an island, a beautiful, quiet island, isolated from the world, and you don’t need to pay attention to anyone’s eyes... "
However, she didn't shout out after all. This child didn't know anything. Everyone tends to stay in a familiar place. It is an instinct. The unfamiliar world always has endless dangers, which means... She has no relatives, no love and pity. Not all people in the Song Dynasty are good people, it is not even much better than the Kingdom of Jin. She looked at Lu Wenlong's childish eyes, slightly panicked, as if she was experiencing a big disaster and a big choice for the first time in her life. There is nothing I can do, my heart is as sharp as a knife.
He is just a child. Originally, he shouldn't have made such a choice! Even an adult cannot make a judgment easily, not to mention that he is just a child.
Her determination was slowly wavering. Maybe she had wavered before coming here. Her voice was a little dry and difficult: "Wenlong, if you want to stay in Daikin, you can..."
He was so surprised: "Mom, wouldn't that mean I wouldn't be able to see you again?"
She didn't answer, not knowing how to answer.
You can answer adults perfunctorily, you can be cunning, you can say things you don't mean, but you can't answer children. You must be honest when dealing with children. Maybe this is the last time we see each other.
Lu Wenlong's breathing was rapid and he could no longer speak. In the first choice of his life, he was at a loss and scratching his head and head, filled with a deep sadness - this kind of sadness was not originally meant for young people.
The room was quiet, filled with an eerie silence.
The moon, slowly, slowly rises into the sky. It shines down from the tall trees in the forest, and the whole world is enveloped in a soft white light. Looking out of the window, through the ends of the treetops, you can see To the faint mountains in the distance. It is the highest mountain around Yanjing. The brilliance of the moonlight drives away the night, rises to the top of the mountains, and then stops, like a passionate girl, looking at the earth softly. In the forest There was a cuckoo's call, a soft cry, which was soon lost again.
His fingers touched the strings, and unconsciously, maybe just a mistake, a "ding-dong" sound broke through the silence of the night. Jin Wushu suddenly became energetic and said in an urgent tone: "Hua Rong, can you sing a song?" ?”
She stood up again, her steps already taking steps.
"Hua Rong, sing a song, okay?"
He couldn't wait, as if it was the last request, it was a kind of regret in the dark, holding hands and looking at each other, the red sleeves were fragrant, even if it was just a dream, he also hoped that it would take a long time, and it would be there. What's more, this dream, It has never been realized. If you sing and I sing together, it is no longer a piece of music, but a meeting of souls. Otherwise, it will be a lifelong regret.
She had already walked to the door and looked back at Lu Wenlong. Under the moonlight, the child was still sitting there, at a loss, not knowing how to choose his own destiny. Yes, he was from the Jin Dynasty, why did he go to the Song Dynasty? What's more, the Song people, Dad said, are all cowards.
But besides these cowards, there is also mother.
Whether it is the porcelain from Jun kiln or the Twenty-Four Bridges on a moonlit night, I have never seen them, and I have not yet developed a true aesthetic appreciation, so they are not very attractive.
It’s just that I have a mother.
Mom is there.
Why is life so strange? Why can't we have a mother when we have a father? vice versa? Why not have the best of both worlds? Only adults can be so complicated. It is obviously a very simple thing, but they make it very complicated.
This is the price of growth!
The moon slowly fell, and all the elegance in the Fourth Prince's Mansion fell into a deep sleep. Ah, the hazy night, the hazy sleepiness, just falling asleep like this, who said it wasn't a great happiness? In the pond not far ahead, the white night lotus was no longer pleasing to the eye. She also fell asleep, restraining the petals and beauty. Jin Wushu recalled its brilliance, and a hazy tiredness appeared in front of his eyes, as if he himself Also about to fall asleep.
Hua Rong raised one foot and was about to step out of the door. Even Lu Wenlong didn't want to wait any longer. Waiting is also a kind of intimidation and cruelty. After all, there are very few truly happy people in this world. Why bother to destroy the happiness of a living young man
With a "boom" sound, she suddenly turned around. Under the moonlight, Jin Wushu's face was surprisingly pale, except for a trace of bright red at the corner of his mouth. She was shocked in her heart, and her raised feet suddenly stopped.
He didn't seem to notice her stopping, and closed his eyes slightly. The elegant Dongpo clothes and the wide Dongpo scarf stopped, just like everyone else, they were still.
Lu Wenlong screamed: "Daddy, daddy..."
He smiled slowly: "Son, I'm fine. I just feel a little tired."
She stopped completely, her voice was very soft, but it was still the light tone she was accustomed to, as if she had no personal feelings. But when she just listened carefully, it was slightly trembling, like the wind blowing, the rustling sound, lonely and full of A feminine compassion and compassion.
"Fourth Prince, I suddenly want to sing a song."
Jin Wushu felt so weird. He had never received any sympathy in his life, nor did he need it. However, this sympathy came from her, from her bright face, from her catkins that were brighter than soft branches under the moonlight, from her The nature-like sound of rustling seeds... just because it comes from her!
It comes from her! It's the first time. Who knows if it's the last time
When she opened her mouth, her voice was soft and rustling, with a bit of laziness and a bit of unwillingness, like a pot of wine that was too warm but became slightly desolate when it cooled down in winter.
When we came to see them off, it was late autumn in our home country, and the weather was beginning to calm down. The clear river for thousands of miles was like a train, and the green peaks were like clusters. When we returned to sail, we were sailing in the setting sun, with the west wind at our backs, and the wine flags were leaning. The clouds on the colorful boat were light, and the stars and herons were rising, making it difficult to draw a picture.
Thinking about the past, the prosperous competition, sighing at the buildings outside the door, sorrow and hatred one after another. Through the ages, I have relied on the high, and I have lamented the honor and disgrace. The old things of the Six Dynasties are like running water, but the cold smoke and the decaying grass are green. To this day, businesswomen still sing, " "Back Courtyard" Legacy Song.
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His fingers pressed against the strings, matching her rhythm.
My consciousness became very blurry, and I remembered the wedding gift she gave me. A copy of Wang Anshi and a copy of Su Dongpo, the two authentic works. The Song State, the rich and beautiful Song State, produced such great men as Wang Anshi and Su Dongpo. Why did the Song State produce such great men as Wang Anshi and Su Dongpo? Can't resist the sweep of the cavalry
The Jingkang catastrophe, the massacre in Huaiyang, the mountains and the sea... One by one, elegance cannot protect its people. Under the Jurchen cavalry, the women scream when they are humiliated, and the children cry when they are displaced, The lamentations of the old people when they died... and more, countless people in their prime, they were all numb, like pigs, cattle and sheep being slaughtered.
Jin Wushu, he thought, how many Song people have I massacred in my life? How many women have been humiliated? How many old, weak, sick, disabled and poor people were allowed to die on the escape journey
It's like a nightmare every night, haunted by hordes of evil spirits, terrifying every step of the way.
Therefore, when she was leaving, under this moonlight, she still sang: "To this day, businesswomen still sing the last song of "The Back Courtyard"!"
That was the wake-up call of Wang Anshi, a great politician who was slovenly and had no personal enemies in his life. He devoted his life to the reform and prosperity of the Song Dynasty. He was even the only minister who did not take concubines. He would pay for any concubines brought to his door by others. He was sent back and lived this life with only his fat wife. Even if the reform failed and his political opponents tried to attack him, they would not be able to find any stain on his personal ethics.
The Song Dynasty has always had no shortage of such monsters, so every time the mountains and rivers are exhausted, there will be a bright future. Shameless people like Zhao Deji, and famous generals like Yue Pengju, allowed his country to be preserved. What was preserved was the last port and the last trace of Han culture. Decentness prevents her from becoming extinct and can be passed down from generation to generation.
My country, whose world is it
He suddenly felt that he understood Yue Pengju a little bit. It was a kind of majesty and nobility exuding from his bones, and it was not because of his personal selfish interests.
This is why I can't keep Hua Rong!
The woman of the Song Dynasty and the prince of the Jin Kingdom can only do this, this can only be done!
Those are parallel lines between two worlds that can never intersect.
The two lights of the sun and the moon rise and fall at the same time. On the other side, the moonlight has fallen on the top of the Western Mountain, faintly like a layer of green gauze tent; on the other side, the sun is riding the wind and waves with the morning glow as the precursor. Like a beautiful girl, slowly unveiling her veil.
Hua Rong walked out of the door with gentle steps.
Lu Wenlong called "Mom", and there was a cry in his voice. He was crying. This little boy had been crying. He didn't know where to go, and he couldn't make a judgment. Every choice was heartbreaking. lung.
Jin Wushu suddenly opened his eyes, and saw that the morning glow had already illuminated the dewdrops on the surrounding branches. In the large garden of the Fourth Prince's Mansion, a peacock jumped down from the treetops, stretching its beautiful wings. Two The fawn jumped out, stretching its long and graceful neck. It jumped a few times on the grass, straightened its torso, and looked as elegant as a noble girl. Then it walked forward lightly.
A thrush's call was so clear and sweet. He suddenly remembered a book captured during the Northern Expedition. It was the poetry of another nation other than Chinese. The blind man walking on the road sang the words deep in his heart. The most beautiful sound:
May the road she walks be dotted with green lotus ponds
May the thick shade of the big tree cover this scorching sun