The night sky is boundless, the stars on the horizon are slightly cool, Xiaoer in his arms is gradually falling asleep, his face is stretched, and his breath is still warm and sweet. I didn't sleep all night, maybe as Xiao'er said, lest I close my eyes and it will be another day.
Seeing that the window was gradually turning white and dawn, I felt a little thirsty in my mouth, so I gently got up from the bed and opened the door. I wanted to go to the outside of the wing to pour a glass to quench my thirst, but I didn't want to stumble and almost trip over something by the door. After taking a closer look, it wasn't anything, it was just one person. He was sitting on the ground in white clothes, with one leg bent slightly, and leaning against the door with a cold light sword in his hand, as if he was sleeping. The sleep was very shallow, and when I pushed the door, I suddenly opened a pair of eyes that were not tired, squinted sharply, and cut people like bamboo leaves, and suddenly burst out with a strong evil spirit.
I was inexplicably startled, made a silent gesture to him, turned around and closed the door so as not to wake Xiaoer, then went around him to get the teapot on the table of the Eight Immortals and poured myself a cup of herbal tea, and also poured a cup for Song Xiyuan. handed it to him.
He took it but didn't drink it, just turned the teacup slowly in his hand, and a single piece of tea leaves sank and floated with the water in the cup. He looked down for a while, then looked up at me, "Miaomiao, I remember when we were newly married, if you got up at night and thirsty to drink water, you would pour me a glass of water."
Outside the window, everything was silent, and the entire flower street was asleep. Only the red lanterns outside a few shops were still lit and swaying gently in the wind. I don’t know which actor and musician scattered a foot of pink silk on the street. It floats without a single piece, reminiscent of the half-removal of makeup on a beauty's face. A soft haze rose from the river in the distance, and the white fog rendered everything indistinct.
"Oh, is it?" I took a slow sip from the teacup.
"Actually, if I drink water at night, I will not sleep well, but I will drink what you poured me. Later, I got used to drinking water at night, but you left me. I dreamed every night that the well at home was depleted. Look for water anywhere until you wake up from thirst."
Before I finished speaking, my shoulder was held by him and I turned back. It was dark before my eyes. He lowered his head and kissed my lips. He sucked so hard that he took every drop of tea from my lips. , seems to be going to drain the blood that is gurgling in my body, those familiar smells burst into my mouth and nose with an unfamiliar force, and smothered wetly, spreading out and corroding like poison, I was dizzy in front of my eyes. It turned black, and the chest began to suffocate again. I covered my heart and pushed him away, unsteady, and staggered back two steps.
"Don't go too far!" I pursed my lips and faced his eyes, my chest heaving violently.
Song Xiyuan looked at me, his eyes were bent, like a shallow bay with fog under the moon, clear and sad, and he was completely different from the strong attacker just now.
After a long time, I heard him speak slowly like in a dream: "Miaomiao, in the past few years, have you ever had a little bit of love for me on a certain day or at a certain moment, no, don't say a little bit, even if it was the slightest affection. ?"
Heh... I closed my eyes and wanted to laugh but couldn't. Why not? I'm such a reckless fool. Whether it is Song Xiyuan later or Pei Yanzhen before, I always want to be a good wife and manage a plain and casual happiness, but happiness is sand, the tighter I hold it, the more it will flow. After all, the wooden stakes used to cross the river are stupid and stupid, how can they match the two big men who are full of twists and turns and have a deep heart for the world? Wood with wood, potatoes with potatoes is just right. In the competition of things, natural selection, the strong wins the weak, and I just don't understand why Song Xiyuan, after the strong wins, has to go back and fish my rotten tree from the water, what's the point? Posing? Chopping wood
"Why did you ever?" I replied quietly, "Why ask? Why ask? We are just each other."
Song Xiyuan didn't open his eyes and looked out of the window. After a long time, he looked back, his eyes returned to clear and bright, as if everything just happened was just a child's whim, and he forgot it in a flash, "After dawn, the painting fan will bring a group of people to the White Horse Temple at the southern foot of Mount Mang. Burning incense, you and Xiaoer will disguise themselves, and when they leave, you and Xiaoer will temporarily stay in the temple. I will send people to spread the doubts about Xiaoer's whereabouts, hoping to lure the regent away."
After he finished speaking, he pushed the door into the inner compartment, took a piece of Xiaoer's clothes and the slingshot he was carrying, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Xiaoer carefully, leaned over and kissed his forehead, Xiaoer Turning around in the dream, he muttered, "Three three..."
Song Xiyuan turned his back to me and couldn't see the expression on his face, but when he saw him paused, his expression was the same when he came out, and he said to me: "I'm going back to Chang'an. No one knows that I'm in Luoyang, and Jiu Liu will definitely introduce him to him. In the ears, everyone's deeds will be exposed. Tomorrow Luoyang City will be revealed to the bottom, and the city gate will not be imagined. Although the White Horse Temple is full of incense and people come and go, it is a lively but quiet place. In the mountains, you and Xiao'er can live in the temple with peace of mind and wait for news." Yan Billi turned around and pushed open the door.
"Xi Yuan..." I called out to him.
He turned his head in response, and smiled at me with curved eyebrows. He looked like the frivolous young man who was famous in Yangzhou back then. I nodded slightly to him. He turned and walked away with his sword in hand, his back to me vaguely in the morning mist. Raise your hands together and clasp one arch.
On the second day, Xiaoer and I moved into the White Horse Temple under the cover of a painting fan. If Song Xiyuan said, this mountain temple is a lively but quiet place. Listening to the morning bells and twilight drums, watching the sunset of the mountains and flowers, and having Xiaoer by your side, Time passed like the shadow of a sand clock, and nearly ten days passed in a flash. Xiaoer also likes the quietness and elegance of this mountain temple. Sometimes he listens to the old Zen master lecturing on Buddhist scriptures, and sometimes he wanders in the mountains to tease the little animals and forest birds in the mountains and forests.
On this day, Xiaoer said that he had found a good place on the mountain and wanted to take me to see it. He also told me to close my eyes and not to peek. I smiled and let him lead me around in the woods. The wisps of charming fragrance were looming and gradually increasing. When Xiao'er stopped and asked me to open my eyes, a piece of cloud-cut clouds covered with snow and cinnabar dipped in cinnabar that broke into my eyes could not help but shocked me. It was clearly the end of summer, and in this cold and cold I don't want to see such a large area of peonies open in the mountains, as if the beginning of April, the spring of ten thousand dendrobium is coming, and it is beautiful without eating the suffering of the world.
"Mother, does it look good? I found it yesterday. The smell of this flower is as fragrant as the smell on my mother's body." Xiaoxiao turned her head and smiled at me, her phoenix eyes concealing a small intention of taking credit.
"Good-looking, really good-looking!" I squatted down and touched Xiao Xiao's smooth and tender face.
Xiaoer turned around with reserved pride, bent over and really picked out a lilac-purple peony from the flowers, pinched the stem of the flower with her small hands and pinned it to my front dexterously, "Mother is more beautiful. !"
Xiaoxiao picked up her phoenix eyes, looked at the flowers on my front, and then looked at my face. She seemed very satisfied with the peony she had picked. She raised her chin, and the restrained, noble, admiring expression that flashed in an instant made me very familiar. Sheng Sheng was there, and there was an inexplicable premonition in his heart.
"Doesn't your mother like it?" Fortunately, Xiaoer's voice brought back my deep thoughts of leaving for a while.
I squeezed his little hand and said with a smile, "The mother that Xiao'er picked naturally likes it."
When I went back, I carried Xiao’er on my back and walked up the mountain road. At first, Xiao’er counted the strewn stone steps one by one. Then, thinking that she was tired, she leaned on my back and whispered to my ear. : "Mother, when Xiao'er grows up, I'll carry you, okay?"
Tong Yin, who was obviously milky and milky, said solemnly and solemnly, which made me feel warm and funny at the same time, and teased him: "We will carry our daughter-in-law when we grow up, but when the time comes, we won't need a mother. "
"What is a daughter-in-law?" Xiao'er snorted, and she repelled her in confusion and disdain.
I burst out laughing, holding him on the back with one hand, and going around his creaking nest with the other. Xiaoer, like me, is the most ticklish, and after three or two times, he giggled and twisted around my back.
While I was arguing with him, I kept my feet and walked up slowly behind his back, turning around a corner of the mountain road surrounded by trees and flowers, and from a distance I saw the three of them slowly descending from the other end of the mountain road. I froze all of a sudden, and covered Xiao'er's mouth with my backhand.
Xiao'er was so smart, she immediately silenced her voice.
But when I saw the three of them, the head was a beautiful maid with a delicate basket in her hand. She walked slowly and walked slowly, apparently to take care of the people behind her. In the middle was a young man in a black shirt with clear eyes. , standing tall and straight like a green bamboo in the mountains, but walking very slowly, followed by a beautiful maid who has a lithe figure between her brows, with a dagger on her side, showing she is skilled in martial arts.
Regent…
Immediately, it was as if I had fallen into a severe cold, and my whole body was completely chilled. It is the narrow road to meet, in a dilemma. I only wish that there was a distant mountain road separated by the sounds of birds and insects, and this person did not hear anything.
"Fairy Wood"
In a panic, I turned the Xiaoer on my back and put it in my arms. After thinking about it, I put the Xiaoer down to cover my ears and steal the bell. In this way, Quan Dang can hide the Xiaoer so that people can't see it. He broke free from behind me and stood in front of me, trying to protect me like a chariot.
I took a step in a hurry and wanted to stretch out my hand to pull him, but at this moment, I stepped out of the stone steps, and my ankle was crooked, stuck in a cracked stone crevice.
I watched the three of them stumbling closer and closer, but I couldn't move at all, so I could only pull Xiao'er close to the side of the rock wall at the corner of the mountain, trying to make way for the narrow sidewalk, while holding my breath and bowing my hands to myself. He secretly exerted force on his legs, trying to pull out the trapped ankle.
However, the ankle rubbed against the crevice of the stone, and the more it was pulled, the more it became swollen. He had to give up, thinking that he was also a dumb stone in the mountains, and he was not allowed to move.
I lowered my head and watched a pair or two pairs of shoes slowly pass by in front of me, each step on the tight string in my heart.
It wasn't until the third pair of shoes passed under my eyes that I was relieved a little, and I had to be thankful that the two maids he was accompanying today neither recognized me nor Xiao'er.
"Is this lady in trouble?"
Unexpectedly, just at the next moment, the maid at the end suddenly turned around and looked at me who was about to merge with the stone wall. The two in front naturally stopped.