I put a cup of clear green tea glowing on the table.
He was closing his eyes slightly, leaning comfortably on the chair, with a few crystal beads of sweat on his forehead.
The wind in the afternoon is soft and warm, and the bamboo curtains of Xiangfei rise and fall. The catkins that occasionally floated in and stuck to the tapestry in the corner. Beast Ding floated a faint smoke, the fragrance of ambergris.
A butterfly landed on the window, looking lazy and tired. I waved it away and closed the window mullion. The courtyard outside the window was quiet, and the sun shone unscrupulously.
In the afternoon of early summer, the silence was quiet, as if the whole world had stopped turning.
I walked gently to him and brushed his forehead with a handkerchief. He always slept so casually in the tuyere, like a willful child.
Suddenly he grabbed my wrist and pulled open one eye playfully. I was caught off guard and the whole person fell into his arms. He has a faint aroma of muxi.
“Don’t, others will see it.”
He let go of me with a grin, and watched with interest what I was at a loss. I walked toward the door with anger. “Don’t go, I still have something to do.”
I had to turn back. He had jumped off the ground and adjusted his clothes.
“Grinding ink, I want to write.”
The thick black ink exudes a soft smell, and a small pit gathers in the center of the stone inkstone. He picked up the pen but looked at me with his head tilted.
I lowered my head and smiled slightly, and I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart.
I like painting and calligraphy, I like the kind of free-spirited and chic. But I am not literate. As a maid, I have too many dissatisfaction in my life. But I can at least yearn.
He only wrote two lines.
“What is this?”
“Man smiles and smiles, seeing the endless love.” He put the pen aside.
“Poetry?”
“No, the word, the words of Hou Li.”
“What do you mean?”
“Huh~~ means you are in love Look at me…”
“I’m going to die, where do I have…” I swallowed the words back.
He couldn’t help laughing.
I went out, my face was still hot, but there was a trace of sweetness in my heart.
I sat on the swing under the vine frame and slowly took care of my long hair.
My wife said that he was going to marry the twelfth lunar month. The bride is still beautiful and gentle, and she knows how to make gifts. This family matter will bring supreme glory to this mansion, and his career will also be smooth sailing.
“No white son-in-law will be recruited in Shangshumen. After the relatives are settled in Qiu Wei, treat him to Jinke High School and marry the young lady into the scenery.”
I was lost for a long time, but soon I was relieved Now, what is the qualification of a female slave to eat Miss Shangshu’s vinegar? Even this kind of thinking shouldn’t be there. It is the best quality for people like us to be safe.
Sisters who are close to each other fight for me, saying that with my good looks, Ronghua Fugui will force you to come, I onlyThere is a smile. They don’t understand the world, their appearance is just too good decorations, and what people care about is the real things, the things that can really bring benefits, either shine the door frieze, or increase the property. For a maidservant, beauty is a sin and will bring disaster to yourself and others. Maybe concubine is a decent exit, but that means sharing the same man with other women with a humble soul.
Does he love me?
I dare not ask him, this is not a question I can ask.
I entered this deep mansion when I was four years old. After a while of copper coins, I only saw the indifferent gaze of the man I called my father. That gaze pierced my heart like a sharp blade, and it still became my nightmare many years later.
The days of being a maidservant are hard and difficult. I have to clean the table, wash clothes, water the flowers, feed the cats and dogs, and repay the debts owed by my previous life with countless humble tasks.
Seeing him as my only happy thing, when he was still a little boy, spoiled and lawless, but with a kind heart. I like to listen to her nagging while serving his wife. He already knows the Book of Songs. He is reading four books. He can ride horses. He has shot a hundred arrows.
When his first story was spread everywhere, he had grown into a beautiful young man.
I became his maid.
“No one, I will ask her to serve me.” I looked up and hit his soft eyes.
I do laundry for him, make beds, grind ink, cut paper, burn a spice for him, plant gardenias outside his window, and watch him quietly under the light every night like water Concentrated face.
I love him, and every time I look at him in a silent moment, I feel a strange heartbeat. But I didn’t say anything, just used a girl’s attentive emotions to take care of everything he could think of and unexpected details.
I am too humble, and all I can hope is that such days can last longer, and then longer.
I love looking at his eyes, his thin cheeks, his long fingers, everything about him. Every time I feel this totally hopeless love, I feel like struggling in a vortex. I have the wisdom of a maid, but I can’t resist my feelings.
I think he likes me too, even with a little pity.
“Beauty of the World, Moruo Chu State; Beauty of the Chu State, Moruochenli; Beauty in the Court, Daughter of Moruochen’s House. One point of increase is too long, one point of decrease is too short ;Pink is too white, Shi Zhu is too red. Eyebrows are like Cui Yu, muscles are like white snow, waists are like beams, teeth are like shells. Yan Yan smiles, the city is confused, and Cai is lost.”
I don’t understand, but I know he is saying that I am beautiful, his eyes are looking at me, full of tenderness.
The wind is cold, and the sky is full of stars.
I love white clothes, although this is an unlucky color.
Fate often hints to the tragic protagonist to a certain extent, I think this is also the arrangement of fate!
I died of peach blossomsIn the withered season, summer has already passed halfway.
It was a very hot afternoon, and I came alone to the lake under the shade of trees. Quiet and peaceful in the shade, unlike a crisis. I bent down to wet my handkerchief, the mirror-like water surface reflected my shadow. The cicada on the tree hummed a long song.
I don’t know how I fell into the water. Everything in the afternoon was like a dream. I gradually sank in the turquoise lake water, not painful. I became light, as if I was free from a heavy burden. The sun was like a light spot, and the harsh light slowly dimmed… I found myself already sitting on the shore, looking quietly at my body floating on the water. My hair is messy, but my face is surprisingly serene and beautiful. I looked at myself in horror, and my hand easily crossed the body.
I became a soul.
Everything else is chaotic and disorderly. Someone finally found me, and I was caught up in the wet.
He also came and looked at it all in disbelief. I saw the desperate pain in his eyes. He touched my face with a trembling hand.
A tear fell on my pale cold forehead.
I am heartbroken and my body dissipates in all directions…
In front of me is a wilderness, lonely and strange. There is no tree, no grass. The twilight is vast, I am alone, I hope this is just a prank, wake up, there will be a sunny day, and gardenia blooming outside the window. He will smile and tell me that I just had a nightmare.
I don’t know how long I walked. I saw a bridge, a bridge built on the wilderness, with a small stone tablet marking its identity.
A mother-in-law stood quietly on the bridge.
I stepped forward blankly.
“Where is this place?”
She smiled kindly: “Naiqiao.”
I was out of shock, and just looked at her expressionlessly.
She has filled a bowl of soup and handed it to me: “Drink it! You will forget everything, and then face your new life.”
My empty consciousness caught A few words: “Forget everything?”
“Yes.”
“…No…don’t…”
She smiled again: “If you don’t drink Meng Po soup, you can’t If you don’t go on the bridge, you can’t be born.”
I shook my head.
My mother-in-law still said kindly: “People who do not reincarnate will become a ghost without a destination, wandering in the wild all year round, tortured by their memories, that is a kind of painful life.”
I looked at her and knelt down: “Mother-in-law, tell me, how can I see him again?”
She was full of pity in her eyes: “There are so many different ways, you will never see him again.”
I didn’t speak, my voice choked in my throat.
“Don’t you really want to reincarnate?”
I looked at her with tears in my eyes, and the bowl in my hand fell and shattered.
She sighed softly. In a flash, both the bridge and her disappeared, and the wilderness was still in front of me.
I really became a lone ghost.
My life was so painful. During the day, I slept in the cold and wet ground beneath the tombstone to see if the sun had set through a small hole. The passage of time was unusually slow. When night fell, I crawled out and floated on the top of the tree looking at the moon.
I can’t go too far, and I will turn into flying dust after leaving this wilderness. They buried me here.
I don’t know if he has been here because I can’t see the sun.
Good ghosts are reborn, and evil ghosts suffer in the fire of hell. I can’t see another soul like me, my lonely person is almost going crazy, running around the wilderness. Finally fell to the ground, empty eyes looking at the sky.
Sometimes I sing and sing sad songs, which sounds like a shrill cry. I was thinking about him. This kind of thought tortured me so deeply, sometimes it was beyond my capacity. If the ghost can die, I have died thousands of times.
She is right, the memory is indeed a kind of torture.
The time has passed, the leaves are green and yellow, I don’t know how long it has passed, I’m numb, I don’t know what I’m waiting for, rebirth or destruction. But in the midst, I still remember his face.
One night, I met another lone wandering soul on the edge of the wilderness. He is the only kind I have seen in years.
He is an old and ugly ghost, his skin wrinkled by the sun and rain. He didn’t say a word, probably also tormented by loneliness like me without the ability to talk.
But we finally talked. His story is very simple: an ashamed scholar fell in love with a beautiful courtesan, and his wealth was exhausted. In order to be able to see her again, he used his clothes to gamble money. As a result, he was stripped naked and thrown on the street, and died of starvation.
A common story, there is a kind of evil beauty.
He was not reconciled, so he became a wandering soul.
The same is the end of the world.
We started to wait together, waiting for our long-lost lover.
After many years, although I am not as lonely as before, I am still so dazed, nothing more than a dazed partner.
I don’t have time to calculate. I think for at least a few hundred years, the ghost will not die, but it will become more and more haggard, like him, from a young man with red lips to an old ghost with a chicken head. I don’t know what I look like. There are no mirrors or rivers. He said I was still very young, but my eyes were full of gloom, only a little light flashed occasionally.
One thousand years is a reincarnation for ghosts, he told me. We are all waiting for this day, although we have no confidence to persevere. It is said that on this day of reincarnation, you can meet the one you love.
The old ghost disappeared at a dawn. He jumped out of his tomb when the sun was rising like crazy. He hadn’t seen the sun for too long.Finished. He soon became transparent like water vapor.
I returned to a lonely life, but this time I have the courage.
I think that reincarnation should not be far away! I have persisted for so long, I told myself this must not be a legend, it will happen. After each despair, I told myself that miracles will come soon, and I will be compensated for a thousand years of waiting.
Wait, wait…
That night the moon was very good, and the ground was covered with softness. I remembered the moonlight night before we parted, how young I was at that time…
I was too old to float on the tree. I sat under the tree, closed my eyes and immersed in our world.
I don’t know, the world around me has changed quietly, there is a faint silver light around me.
I became light. When I opened my eyes, I was in the night sky near the moon, and the wind gently supported my body. Where will I go?
The wilderness has become far away. In front of me is the brightly lit city.
I floated in from a window.
He is already a different look, but I still recognize him because he is so memorable to me.
I looked at him, a sour taste came out of my heart, overflowing my eyes, and tears began to flow.
I have lived alone for a thousand years, walking lonely in the world, but never crying, ghosts will not cry, even if I am alone with this dream that is impossible to achieve, almost desperate.
I love him, at this moment I know how deep I love. I didn’t reincarnate for him, nor did I turn it into flying dust, that is, his and my love for him supported me. I am not alone.
He is having a dream and will see me in the dream.
I just stood in front of him so tragically and trembling.
I opened the black hair on his forehead and kissed it gently, leaving a silver mark. He didn’t wake up, mumbled something, it was a girl’s name.
I smiled, he was very happy, and so did I.
I finally looked at him and floated out of the window. I became extremely relaxed.
What kind of weather will it be tomorrow?
“I dreamed of a girl in white last night…I seem to have known her for a long time.”
He didn’t know that I was looking far away from a place called Naihe Bridge.
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