Fingers slowly dropped down, starting from the forehead, wiping away the disguise little by little.
Invisible, but clearly visible in front of her eyes, it was still in the clear water that day, her face was gradually washed away by the water, little by little, revealing a white forehead, a jade-like nose, pale pink lips, a pair of black and thin lips. Eyebrows are soaked in water, dark as feathers, eyes are misty and misty, and when looking at people, it seems to be covered with a layer of blurred veil... Finally, a clear and beautiful face is formed.
He stopped his hand, put down the cloth towel, bent his fingers gently, starting from his forehead, caressed tenderly, the familiar cool and delicate skin... In a daze, he went back to Wei Mansion to pretend to be drunk, or it was Shao Ning and her. The dark room where the secret meeting conspired to murder him, or the abandoned palace where the mother and concubine lived in the last ten years, or it was in this room a while ago... He was so close to her skin, her fragrance, all her warmth and Coolness, engraved under the fingers, between the eyebrows, and on the heart, is so familiar that it is shocking.
However, from today onwards, those familiarities will really return to the original point and become unfamiliar
There are some questions that he dare not think about, and dare not even touch. He has faced countless dangers and pains in his life, and he has never been afraid and cannot be afraid. However, at this moment, he is afraid of the coldness of fate, and an answer can tear people's hearts.
His fingers lingered on her face over and over again, or, after suffering from illness for so long, is she no longer as delicate and beautiful as before? But what does that matter, Feng Zhiwei will always be Feng Zhiwei.
Hate yourself for not being able to see, thank yourself for not being able to see.
If he really saw that pale and haggard, how can he maintain the calmness at this moment
The heart is so surging, all the steadfastness is an illusion, like a reef that has been eroded for thousands of years, the appearance is solid and the same, but the inside is already riddled with holes.
It seemed that someone walked in on his knees, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness... should I prepare..." He choked up and couldn't continue.
It is Yan Huaishi.
With his back to Yan Huaishi, he carefully put on the mask for her, resting his fingers on the side of her neck, not moving for a long time.
The pulse under his fingers slowed down little by little, and he knew that soon, these tiny beatings, like a spring that was about to dry up, gradually became weaker and cut off, until they died down.
How cruel it is to wait for the breath of life to dissipate.
However, at this moment, he would rather count and recall all the encounters from the first acquaintance to now in the pulse of each sound. In this life, he and her seem to cooperate and accompany each other, but in fact they are completely different. My heart is also good.
He counted silently, in the curling smoke, he couldn't tell who was paler than the other.
On the roof, Gu Nanyi was blowing quietly.
The rain has been falling, and the inside and outside are already soaked. For him, whose clothes must be soft and not heavy, otherwise it is unbearable. Wearing such clothes at this moment feels like torture, but he has not moved, has not changed clothes, and has not left this place. The seat has her roof.
The leaf flute was wet with rain, so it didn't sound so clear and bright. He heard her gentle voice in the intermittent sound of the flute.
"It's done. I'll play the leaf flute and follow your sign to find you."
I didn't even ask you to blow it, so why are you planning to run away
Through a layer of roof tiles, it seems that he can also feel the bottom, a heavy breath slowly floats up, and when it floats up completely and spreads out, maybe no one will play the leaf flute for him in this life.
He felt this kind of smell once, when the nanny passed away, the whole room was filled with this smell, so he felt uncomfortable and was in a hurry to leave.
Is she going to be like the nanny too
Will he never see her again
What else is he going to do
Gu Nanyi feels a little tired, he has been thinking too much recently, this is not the original him, in the past many years, his world was blank, monotonous and orderly, never had so many doubts and uneasiness.
He sat there in a daze, feeling the breath rising a little more, he frowned, suddenly turned over, and lay down on the roof tiles.
He pressed himself down heavily.
Suppress this breath, don't let it float up!
The people in the yard stared blankly at Ning Yi who closed his eyes and said nothing in the house, and stared blankly at Gu Nanyi lying on the roof in the rain.
Everyone wants to express their sadness, but they feel that expressing it in front of these two people seems superfluous and contrived. They don't seem to be sad either. Gu Nanyi is still a little different than usual, and Ning Yi doesn't even change his expression. .
However, in that deep silence, people could hear the sound of heartbreak.
"Your Highness..." Yan Huaishi kowtowed again with tears in his eyes, "It's time...to get ready..."
Ning Yi's hand trembled, he slowly removed it, and said "oh" calmly, but Yan Huaishi could hear a slight trembling and sadness.
Ning Yi beckoned, Ning Cheng brought another basin of water silently, Ning Yi said lightly: "You all go out, I want to wash her body."
Yan Huaishi didn't think much, and carefully backed out, but Ning Cheng stared at him blankly, and finally walked away silently.
Ning Yi groped for Feng Zhiwei's clothes, and carefully unbuttoned her clothes. He tried to get close to this body many times in the past, but only at this moment he had no thoughts.
Dip the cloth towel with warm water and wipe it carefully. According to Tiansheng's custom, a couple who love each other deeply can be purified by each other when they die.
He pursed his lips, and gently outlined the outline of her body with his fingers. This is her who will be lost forever before he sees her. After today, he will never see her again.
My... Zhiwei...
"Wow!"
The paper door was suddenly pulled open vigorously, and the rain that filled the yard came in, and he turned his head angrily.
"Your Highness!" The clear and sharp voice came from the brave little widow, "There is another way!"
Three days later, when Feng Zhiwei finally opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the autumn chrysanthemum blooming on the Xiayinghong window screen.
What she heard was the sound of the flute above her head, it was still intermittent when she just woke up from a coma, and the moment she opened her eyes, it was suddenly bright and melodious.
Birds all over the yard chirped and sang together.