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The Mid Autumn Festival in the 62nd year of Qingyuan is the coldest one in the great Wei Dynasty.
It has been raining since the morning, and the dark clouds are heavy. Judging from the momentum, it will not stop for the whole day.
The lotus snow mountain is disorderly, the peak is dense, and the competition is strange. Because of the rain and fog, the mountain road is difficult to walk.
The carriage drove slowly along the mountain path.
Even though it is such a difficult mountain road, Lianxue mountain is full of excitement all the year round because there is a spirit temple on the mountain called Yuhua. Yuhua temple is very popular. It is said that people who worship Buddhism here can achieve what they want. This is a bit exaggerated, but Yuhua temple has existed for a hundred years. It is a real ancient temple. The dignitaries and nobles of shuojing are willing to come here to pray for blessings and chant scriptures on New Year's holidays, so as to make their families happy and happy and win everything.
When the curtain of the carriage was lifted, Bai Rong, the wife of the Xiao family, glanced out of the car and said in a soft voice, "it's fast. If you don't have a stick of incense, you'll come to the Yuhua temple."
"Hungry?" On her side, Xiao Jing asked in a warm voice.
Bai Rong shook his head and looked at the carriage that followed him. He was worried: "Huaijin..."
Xiao Jing sighed softly and did not speak.
Xiao's family all know that Mr. Xiao doesn't like the Mid Autumn Festival, or even hates it.
In those years, Xiao Zhongwu died in the battle, and it will not be long before the Mid Autumn Festival. If he had been alive, he would have come back to spend the Mid Autumn Festival dinner with his family. Unfortunately, before the Mid Autumn Festival, he died in the first battle of Mingshui, and the Xiao family's Mid Autumn Festival dinner stopped abruptly in the middle of preparation.
Never again.
Since the death of the Xiao family and his wife, Xiao Jue has not been in shuojing on the mid autumn festival every year. This is the first time since he took over Nanfu soldiers to celebrate the Mid Autumn Festival in shuojing. And the Xiao family also follows the rules of Mrs. Xiao when she was alive. On the Mid Autumn Festival, the Yuhua Temple of Lianxue mountain burns incense and prays for blessing.
But I didn't expect that the weather was so bad today, not only there was no sun, but also the rain kept falling.
As Bai Rongwei said, he had already seen the gate of Yuhua temple within a column of incense. A monk was wearing a bamboo hat to clean up the fallen leaves on the ground. Seeing the carriage of the Xiao family arrived, he put down his broom and welcomed them into the temple.
Because of the rain today, it is difficult to walk on the mountain road. At this time of the past year, Yuhua temple has already been busy. Today, except for the carriage of the Xiao family, there is only one carriage standing outside the mountain gate. I don't know which Lady of the family is.
Xiao Jue followed them in.
It was dark and dark. Although it was afternoon, it seemed that it was already evening. Several people, along with the monks in the temple, first used vegetarian dishes and then went to the Buddhist hall to burn incense and pray for blessings.
Bai Rongwei and Xiao Jing went first. When it was Xiao Jue's turn, the monk in green reached out to stop him and said, "benefactor, don't go in."
Bai Rong Wei and Xiao Jing in front of him turned and asked, "why? This is my brother. We go up the mountain to pray together
The monk in green folded his hands, saluted her, turned to Xiao Jue, lowered his head, and said, "benefactor, it's too heavy to kill evils. The quiet place of the Buddhist hall is not a place where blood is stained with blood."
Several people were stunned.
It's too heavy to kill.
In the first battle of changgu in Guocheng City, 60000 people were drowned. Isn't it that the killing was too heavy? The number of Nanman who died in his hands these years is countless, and his heart is really bloody.
"Master," Bai Rong was worried, "how can we divide the high and the low from the high
"Although his hands were stained with blood, he also saved many lives." Xiao Jing frowned: "master, this is too one-sided."
The monk in Tsing Yi was silent.
"Please forgive me," Bai Rongwei begged, "we Xiao family would like to add more money, as long as we can let my brother also go to the Buddha Hall."
"No need." She was interrupted by a voice.
The young people in robes look up and their eyes fall on the Buddha Hall. In the Buddha Hall, Golden Buddha statues sit cross legged. There are fierce and evil looking vajras, as well as the serene Tathagata. From top to bottom, from far to near, looking down on him with compassion.
Sanskrit sound is curling, the sea of suffering is boundless, and there is no Buddha to cross.
He should have expected the end.
"He can't cross me." Xiao Jue raised his mouth, "I don't want to turn back."
It's not a bad thing to go down like this.
He turned and walked out: "I'll wait for you outside."
Behind him came the cry of Bai Rong Wei and Xiao Jing. He frowned a little impatiently and turned to put everything behind him.
He didn't know. After he left, the monk in Qingyi chanted a Buddhist name and said in a low voice, "it may not be impossible for me to miss it."
……
Because of the rain, the way down the mountain is more slippery than the way up the mountain. The sky is dark. It is not appropriate to go down again after praying. I can only stay in Yuhua Temple tonight.
It is also a helpless thing to stay out on the night of the Mid Autumn Festival. The monk arranged a room for Bai Rongwei and then went out. Bai Rongwei sighed. On the table was a special Moon Group in Yuhua temple. She said to Xiao Jing, "you go and call Huaijin here. You can just have a mid autumn banquet here."
Xiao Jing went to the next room to knock on the door. No one answered for a long time. He pushed the door in and the room was empty.
Xiao Jue is not in the room.He looked at the courtyard of the temple. The stone slabs were washed clean by the rain. Where did Xiao Jue go?
There is an ancient tree in the backyard of Yuhua temple. Yuhua temple has been here since it was built. I don't know it has lived for hundreds of years. Ancient wood has spirit and luxuriant branches. Believers who come to incense call it "immortal tree". Fairy tree hung with red silk ribbons, some pray for the title of the gold list, but also pray for a happy moon. The red line covered the branches with a full layer. When it rained, there was no shelter outside. The hanging wish cloth was wet and stuck on the branches, as if covered with a layer of red silk.
The young man with the umbrella stopped.
There was a piece of red cloth on the ground, and there was a yellow tassel on it. Maybe the rain was too heavy to blow the red silk down.
Xiao Jue stopped and bent down to pick up the red silk.
On each piece of red silk, the wish of the man who hung the silk was written. He looked down and saw that the one on the left had been soaked in rain and the ink was dense, so he couldn't see the original appearance. On the right, there was one that could be seen clearly. The handwriting was crooked and twisted, just like a three-year-old child scribbling with a pen and writing "look".
Look?
What are you looking at? He was very tall, so he tied the strange red silk back to the tree and found a place with the most luxuriant leaves. In this way, it was not easy to get wet by the rain.
Do all this, he will put aside the umbrella again. The sachet on his waist was exposed because of the action he had just made. He was stunned.
The sachet is very old. The dark blue bag is embroidered with black python with gold thread. It is elegant and elegant. However, after a long time, the stitches have been blurred and the design of Python is not as real as before. It's shrunken inside. It looks like there's nothing in it.
His fingertips stroked the sachet and something sank in his eyes.
The young people of Xianchang museum all know that Xiao Jue had a sachet from her childhood, such as Lin Shuanghe. She was always curious about what kind of treasure was in her head. Later, she got a chance to snatch it away and opened it up to find a bag full of Osmanthus sugar.
At that time, Mr. Xiao received a lot of ridicule. He liked sweet food so much that he had to carry it with him even when he went to school.
Little did not know, this is Mrs. Xiao when she was alive, personally made for him.
After Mrs. Xiao died, he still carried this sachet, but there was no big candy in it, only one Old, brown sugar, can not eat.
Xiao Jue went down the mountain at the age of 15 and entered the Xianchang hall. He had been on the mountain in his early years, and had already learned what he should have learned. Therefore, if you look at the lessons you have taught, you can never forget them. Sleep all day between classes, often easily get the first. I like it, but my classmates envy me. In the eyes of outsiders, I just don't know how much virtue I have accumulated in my last life, so I can be reborn in this life.
But Xiao Zhongwu was very strict with him.
He was born lazy and tired. When he was on the mountain, there was no one to control him except Mr. Xiao Zhongwu. When he got down the mountain, his classmates often invited him to a reception today, and to the Pear Garden tomorrow, all of them were 14-5-year-old boys, and there was no reason not to go. Most of the time, he just sat idly watching, or simply sleeping, but in the eyes of Xiao Zhongwu, he felt that he was willing to degenerate and idle.
Xiao Zhongwu reprimanded him, asked for family law, confiscated his monthly silver, and punished him for practicing martial arts by copying books.
He did it one by one, but the young man, rebellious, engraved in his bones, where he was really convinced. The more calmly he admitted the punishment, the more angry Xiao Zhongwu was. Later, he had a quarrel with Xiao Zhongwu.
Xiao Jue raised her eyebrows: "I did everything you asked me to do. Since we only look at the results, we have the results now. Father, what are you up against? "
Xiao Zhongwu held the whip's hand and couldn't take it any more. Xiao chuckled and left.
It was the last time he saw Xiao Zhongwu alive.
Xiao Zhongwu led his troops to Nanman the next day. Soon after, he died in the first battle of Mingshui.
The coffin was transported back to the capital. When the news came, Mrs. Xiao was making sweet osmanthus candy for Xiao Jue in the kitchen. Get the news, a plate of Osmanthus sugar overturned, fell on the ground, stained with dust.
The lucky confidant knelt down in front of Mrs. Xiao and cried: "I originally planned to pass over Mingshui two days in advance, but the general said that Fuguan near Mingshui was rich in iron and wanted to play a sword for the second young master. When he left, he argued with the second young master and hurt his heart. I hope this sword can make the second young master understand his pain. I didn't expect I didn't expect... "
Mrs. Xiao's heartrending and heartrending cry rang out in the room.
She rushed up and hit Xiao Jue at random, crying and swearing: "why do you want to be angry with him? Why? If it wasn't for you and him, he would not stay in Mingshui, ambush in his body, and he would not die! "
He endured the terrible accusation and let the soft fist of the woman fall on him without saying a word.
How could it be? His father, who was resolute and severe, waved his whip without any affection. How can a man who leaves a child on a strange mountain and doesn't come over once a year? How could he die because he was cold and heartless and righteous?
The terrible accusation continues."You killed him! You killed your father
He couldn't bear it. He pushed his mother away: "I didn't! Not me
The woman was pushed away by him and looked at him stupidly. She couldn't stand her despair. Xiao Jue turned and ran out.
He didn't know where he should go or who he was going to talk to. It's only a year since he went down the mountain to return to shuojing. For a year, he didn't even know all the people in Xiao's house, or even learned how to get along with his relatives naturally.
Just Already.
When people are in extreme pain, they will not shed tears. At present, he does not feel pain, just muddle. It's like listening to a joke that can't be true and not knowing how to react. He just felt that his feet were heavy and he did not dare to go forward and face his mother's desperate and shrill eyes.
Many years later, Xiao Jue wondered whether everything would happen later if he was not so timid and went back to the house.
But not if.
It was already evening when he returned. Xiao Jing and Bai Rongwei have come back. Their eyes are red and swollen. They seem to have cried. Xiao Jing, who has always been weak and polite, rushed up to beat him, grabbed his collar, and yelled at him with red eyes: "where have you been? Why don't you stay at home, why don't you stay with your mother? "
He suddenly gave birth to a burst of disgust and self mockery, pulled a corner of the mouth: "you and I are sons, you ask me, why don't you ask yourself?"
"You
"Huai Jin," Bai Rong Wei sobbed, "my mother is gone."
His smile froze.
"Mother No more. " Xiao Jing released his hand, stepped back two steps, covered his face and choked.
Mrs. Xiao's life, as weak as a flower has not experienced the wind and rain. When Xiao Zhongwu was alive, she was dissatisfied with Xiao Zhongwu and quarreled with him from time to time, just like a pair of bitter couples. When Xiao Zhongwu died, the flower withered and withered. Without nutrients, it went with him.
She left so determined that she did not even think about the two sons she left behind in shuojing in the future? What should the Xiao family do? Her life was meaningless at the moment of losing Xiao Zhongwu, so she ended her life with a white silk.
The last word she said to Xiao Jue before she died was: you killed him, you killed your father!
This sentence will become an eternal nightmare. In his life after several years, Xiao Jue often wakes him up from the night and is unable to sleep.
He will never get rid of it.
Xiao Zhongwu and Mrs. Xiao were buried together. Some days ago, in order to prepare for the Mid Autumn Festival banquet, all the lanterns and canvases were removed and replaced with snow-white lanterns.
The death of Xiao Zhongwu brought more than that to the Xiao family. Xiao Jing suffered a lot in the court, Xiao Jue will bear the same burden behind. What about the Nanfu soldiers, the Xiao family, and the unwarranted guilt of the first battle of Mingshui.
He still did not shed a tear, wooden work, intensive arrangements. The time when he could fall asleep became shorter and shorter, and the day when he went back to the house became later and later.
It was late that night, and Xiao Jue returned to his house. After Xiao Zhongwu's death, many of his servants were dismissed. Except for his bodyguard, he didn't need a servant. He felt hungry and found that he had not eaten all day.
It's too late. Don't bother Bai Rong Wei. Xiao Jue goes to the kitchen by himself to see if there is any food left over in the day.
The stove is cold, and there is no food in the kitchen. These days, people are very busy. There is no mind to eat. He found two steamed buns and a bowl of pickles.
The light was dim as if it was going to go out. There was no stool in the kitchen. The boy was very tired. He found a corner against the wall and picked up the bowl. Suddenly, he saw a sweet osmanthus candy lying at the end of the long table and the corner of the wall.
When the news of Xiao Zhongwu's death came, Mrs. Xiao was making sweet scented osmanthus candy for Xiao Jue. On hearing this letter, a plate of sweet scented osmanthus candy was knocked over. Later, it was cleaned up by the boy, and all of them were gone.
Here there is a fish, lying quietly in the corner, covered with dust.
He climbed over, carefully picked up the sweet scented osmanthus sugar and brushed the dust off the top. Sweet scented osmanthus is still sweet and greasy.
Mrs. Xiao always makes sweet osmanthus sugar, sweet people, he did not eat sweet.
But this is the last sugar he got in the world.
There was still some sugar paper left in the sachet. He wrapped the sugar and put it back in the sachet. Take up the bowl and the steamed bread.
Xiao Er childe has always been gold and jade, pay attention to love clean, but now regardless of the gentle, sit to eat. His clothes had not been changed for two days, and his stomach was not filled with grain of rice. He could no longer see the beautiful style of the fox fur in the royal clothes.
Young people sitting against the wall, slowly biting steamed bread, eating, self mocking smile, long eyes like autumn, like a little bright, such as the stars in the night embers.
It's gone fast.
……
Time flies, leaving no trace. The past seems to be the memory of last life. Those complex emotions intertwined, and finally turned into a careless smile on the lips.It's not something you can't get past.
He was staring at the sachet in his hand. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a moment, he let go and went on.
"Young master." Feinu came from behind. He took the umbrella and held it for Xiao Jue. He asked, "do you want to go back to the temple now?"
"Let's go." Xiao Jue said, "let's breathe."
The last glimmer of light dissipated, and the mountain fell into darkness. Thick fog filled, like a mountain fantasy. On such a night, few people leave.
The rain falls along the umbrella eaves, not big, but continuous and dense, such as a layer of cold gauze, will be wrapped in the mountains.
"I don't know when the rain will stop." Murmured feinu.
Most of the night of the Mid Autumn Festival is sunny, which is rare. Xiao Jue looked up. The night was heavy and could not see the end.
"There is no moon tonight," he said
No moon, no circle.
The mountain forest road was so muddy that nothing could be heard except the sound of rain. The more you go to the edge, the more luxuriant the trees are, and you can't see the shadow of people clearly. Suddenly there was a rustling sound in front of him. Feinu stopped and reminded him, "young master."
Xiao Jue shook her head, indicating that she had heard.
It's so late. It's raining. Who's here?
Feinu explored the lantern in his hand. The rain was deep. There was a figure standing under the tree. At first, he could only see a vague shadow, probably a woman. He didn't know what to do. After two steps forward, I saw the woman standing on a stone, pulling a long thing with her hands and dragging it down.
Tied to the tree is a white silk.
This is a woman trying to die.
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The Mid Autumn Festival in the 62nd year of Qingyuan is the coldest one in the great Wei Dynasty.
It has been raining since the morning, and the dark clouds are heavy. Judging from the momentum, it will not stop for the whole day.
The lotus snow mountain is disorderly, the peak is dense, and the competition is strange. Because of the rain and fog, the mountain road is difficult to walk.
The carriage drove slowly along the mountain path.
Even though it is such a difficult mountain road, Lianxue mountain is full of excitement all the year round because there is a spirit temple on the mountain called Yuhua. Yuhua temple is very popular. It is said that people who worship Buddhism here can achieve what they want. This is a bit exaggerated, but Yuhua temple has existed for a hundred years. It is a real ancient temple. The dignitaries and nobles of shuojing are willing to come here to pray for blessings and chant scriptures on New Year's holidays, so as to make their families happy and happy and win everything.
When the curtain of the carriage was lifted, Bai Rong, the wife of the Xiao family, glanced out of the car and said in a soft voice, "it's fast. If you don't have a stick of incense, you'll come to the Yuhua temple."
"Hungry?" On her side, Xiao Jing asked in a warm voice.
Bai Rong shook his head and looked at the carriage that followed him. He was worried: "Huaijin..."
Xiao Jing sighed softly and did not speak.
Xiao's family all know that Mr. Xiao doesn't like the Mid Autumn Festival, or even hates it.
In those years, Xiao Zhongwu died in the battle, and it will not be long before the Mid Autumn Festival. If he had been alive, he would have come back to spend the Mid Autumn Festival dinner with his family. Unfortunately, before the Mid Autumn Festival, he died in the first battle of Mingshui, and the Xiao family's Mid Autumn Festival dinner stopped abruptly in the middle of preparation.
Never again.
Since the death of the Xiao family and his wife, Xiao Jue has not been in shuojing on the mid autumn festival every year. This is the first time since he took over Nanfu soldiers to celebrate the Mid Autumn Festival in shuojing. And the Xiao family also follows the rules of Mrs. Xiao when she was alive. On the Mid Autumn Festival, the Yuhua Temple of Lianxue mountain burns incense and prays for blessing.
But I didn't expect that the weather was so bad today, not only there was no sun, but also the rain kept falling.
As Bai Rongwei said, he had already seen the gate of Yuhua temple within a column of incense. A monk was wearing a bamboo hat to clean up the fallen leaves on the ground. Seeing the carriage of the Xiao family arrived, he put down his broom and welcomed them into the temple.
Because of the rain today, it is difficult to walk on the mountain road. At this time of the past year, Yuhua temple has already been busy. Today, except for the carriage of the Xiao family, there is only one carriage standing outside the mountain gate. I don't know which Lady of the family is.
Xiao Jue followed them in.
It was dark and dark. Although it was afternoon, it seemed that it was already evening. Several people, along with the monks in the temple, first used vegetarian dishes and then went to the Buddhist hall to burn incense and pray for blessings.
Bai Rongwei and Xiao Jing went first. When it was Xiao Jue's turn, the monk in green reached out to stop him and said, "benefactor, don't go in."
Bai Rong Wei and Xiao Jing in front of him turned and asked, "why? This is my brother. We go up the mountain to pray together
The monk in green folded his hands, saluted her, turned to Xiao Jue, lowered his head, and said, "benefactor, it's too heavy to kill evils. The quiet place of the Buddhist hall is not a place where blood is stained with blood."
Several people were stunned.
It's too heavy to kill.
In the first battle of changgu in Guocheng City, 60000 people were drowned. Isn't it that the killing was too heavy? The number of Nanman who died in his hands these years is countless, and his heart is really bloody.
"Master," Bai Rong was worried, "how can we divide the high and the low from the high
"Although his hands were stained with blood, he also saved many lives." Xiao Jing frowned: "master, this is too one-sided."
The monk in Tsing Yi was silent.
"Please forgive me," Bai Rongwei begged, "we Xiao family would like to add more money, as long as we can let my brother also go to the Buddha Hall."
"No need." She was interrupted by a voice.
The young people in robes look up and their eyes fall on the Buddha Hall. In the Buddha Hall, Golden Buddha statues sit cross legged. There are fierce and evil looking vajras, as well as the serene Tathagata. From top to bottom, from far to near, looking down on him with compassion.
Sanskrit sound is curling, the sea of suffering is boundless, and there is no Buddha to cross.
He should have expected the end.
"He can't cross me." Xiao Jue raised his mouth, "I don't want to turn back."
It's not a bad thing to go down like this.
He turned and walked out: "I'll wait for you outside."
Behind him came the cry of Bai Rong Wei and Xiao Jing. He frowned a little impatiently and turned to put everything behind him.
He didn't know. After he left, the monk in Qingyi chanted a Buddhist name and said in a low voice, "it may not be impossible for me to miss it."
……
Because of the rain, the way down the mountain is more slippery than the way up the mountain. The sky is dark. It is not appropriate to go down again after praying. I can only stay in Yuhua Temple tonight.
It is also a helpless thing to stay out on the night of the Mid Autumn Festival. The monk arranged a room for Bai Rongwei and then went out. Bai Rongwei sighed. On the table was a special Moon Group in Yuhua temple. She said to Xiao Jing, "you go and call Huaijin here. You can just have a mid autumn banquet here."
Xiao Jing went to the next room to knock on the door. No one answered for a long time. He pushed the door in and the room was empty.
Xiao Jue is not in the room.He looked at the courtyard of the temple. The stone slabs were washed clean by the rain. Where did Xiao Jue go?
There is an ancient tree in the backyard of Yuhua temple. Yuhua temple has been here since it was built. I don't know it has lived for hundreds of years. Ancient wood has spirit and luxuriant branches. Believers who come to incense call it "immortal tree". Fairy tree hung with red silk ribbons, some pray for the title of the gold list, but also pray for a happy moon. The red line covered the branches with a full layer. When it rained, there was no shelter outside. The hanging wish cloth was wet and stuck on the branches, as if covered with a layer of red silk.
The young man with the umbrella stopped.
There was a piece of red cloth on the ground, and there was a yellow tassel on it. Maybe the rain was too heavy to blow the red silk down.
Xiao Jue stopped and bent down to pick up the red silk.
On each piece of red silk, the wish of the man who hung the silk was written. He looked down and saw that the one on the left had been soaked in rain and the ink was dense, so he couldn't see the original appearance. On the right, there was one that could be seen clearly. The handwriting was crooked and twisted, just like a three-year-old child scribbling with a pen and writing "look".
Look?
What are you looking at? He was very tall, so he tied the strange red silk back to the tree and found a place with the most luxuriant leaves. In this way, it was not easy to get wet by the rain.
Do all this, he will put aside the umbrella again. The sachet on his waist was exposed because of the action he had just made. He was stunned.
The sachet is very old. The dark blue bag is embroidered with black python with gold thread. It is elegant and elegant. However, after a long time, the stitches have been blurred and the design of Python is not as real as before. It's shrunken inside. It looks like there's nothing in it.
His fingertips stroked the sachet and something sank in his eyes.
The young people of Xianchang museum all know that Xiao Jue had a sachet from her childhood, such as Lin Shuanghe. She was always curious about what kind of treasure was in her head. Later, she got a chance to snatch it away and opened it up to find a bag full of Osmanthus sugar.
At that time, Mr. Xiao received a lot of ridicule. He liked sweet food so much that he had to carry it with him even when he went to school.
Little did not know, this is Mrs. Xiao when she was alive, personally made for him.
After Mrs. Xiao died, he still carried this sachet, but there was no big candy in it, only one Old, brown sugar, can not eat.
Xiao Jue went down the mountain at the age of 15 and entered the Xianchang hall. He had been on the mountain in his early years, and had already learned what he should have learned. Therefore, if you look at the lessons you have taught, you can never forget them. Sleep all day between classes, often easily get the first. I like it, but my classmates envy me. In the eyes of outsiders, I just don't know how much virtue I have accumulated in my last life, so I can be reborn in this life.
But Xiao Zhongwu was very strict with him.
He was born lazy and tired. When he was on the mountain, there was no one to control him except Mr. Xiao Zhongwu. When he got down the mountain, his classmates often invited him to a reception today, and to the Pear Garden tomorrow, all of them were 14-5-year-old boys, and there was no reason not to go. Most of the time, he just sat idly watching, or simply sleeping, but in the eyes of Xiao Zhongwu, he felt that he was willing to degenerate and idle.
Xiao Zhongwu reprimanded him, asked for family law, confiscated his monthly silver, and punished him for practicing martial arts by copying books.
He did it one by one, but the young man, rebellious, engraved in his bones, where he was really convinced. The more calmly he admitted the punishment, the more angry Xiao Zhongwu was. Later, he had a quarrel with Xiao Zhongwu.
Xiao Jue raised her eyebrows: "I did everything you asked me to do. Since we only look at the results, we have the results now. Father, what are you up against? "
Xiao Zhongwu held the whip's hand and couldn't take it any more. Xiao chuckled and left.
It was the last time he saw Xiao Zhongwu alive.
Xiao Zhongwu led his troops to Nanman the next day. Soon after, he died in the first battle of Mingshui.
The coffin was transported back to the capital. When the news came, Mrs. Xiao was making sweet osmanthus candy for Xiao Jue in the kitchen. Get the news, a plate of Osmanthus sugar overturned, fell on the ground, stained with dust.
The lucky confidant knelt down in front of Mrs. Xiao and cried: "I originally planned to pass over Mingshui two days in advance, but the general said that Fuguan near Mingshui was rich in iron and wanted to play a sword for the second young master. When he left, he argued with the second young master and hurt his heart. I hope this sword can make the second young master understand his pain. I didn't expect I didn't expect... "
Mrs. Xiao's heartrending and heartrending cry rang out in the room.
She rushed up and hit Xiao Jue at random, crying and swearing: "why do you want to be angry with him? Why? If it wasn't for you and him, he would not stay in Mingshui, ambush in his body, and he would not die! "
He endured the terrible accusation and let the soft fist of the woman fall on him without saying a word.
How could it be? His father, who was resolute and severe, waved his whip without any affection. How can a man who leaves a child on a strange mountain and doesn't come over once a year? How could he die because he was cold and heartless and righteous?
The terrible accusation continues."You killed him! You killed your father
He couldn't bear it. He pushed his mother away: "I didn't! Not me
The woman was pushed away by him and looked at him stupidly. She couldn't stand her despair. Xiao Jue turned and ran out.
He didn't know where he should go or who he was going to talk to. It's only a year since he went down the mountain to return to shuojing. For a year, he didn't even know all the people in Xiao's house, or even learned how to get along with his relatives naturally.
Just Already.
When people are in extreme pain, they will not shed tears. At present, he does not feel pain, just muddle. It's like listening to a joke that can't be true and not knowing how to react. He just felt that his feet were heavy and he did not dare to go forward and face his mother's desperate and shrill eyes.
Many years later, Xiao Jue wondered whether everything would happen later if he was not so timid and went back to the house.
But not if.
It was already evening when he returned. Xiao Jing and Bai Rongwei have come back. Their eyes are red and swollen. They seem to have cried. Xiao Jing, who has always been weak and polite, rushed up to beat him, grabbed his collar, and yelled at him with red eyes: "where have you been? Why don't you stay at home, why don't you stay with your mother? "
He suddenly gave birth to a burst of disgust and self mockery, pulled a corner of the mouth: "you and I are sons, you ask me, why don't you ask yourself?"
"You
"Huai Jin," Bai Rong Wei sobbed, "my mother is gone."
His smile froze.
"Mother No more. " Xiao Jing released his hand, stepped back two steps, covered his face and choked.
Mrs. Xiao's life, as weak as a flower has not experienced the wind and rain. When Xiao Zhongwu was alive, she was dissatisfied with Xiao Zhongwu and quarreled with him from time to time, just like a pair of bitter couples. When Xiao Zhongwu died, the flower withered and withered. Without nutrients, it went with him.
She left so determined that she did not even think about the two sons she left behind in shuojing in the future? What should the Xiao family do? Her life was meaningless at the moment of losing Xiao Zhongwu, so she ended her life with a white silk.
The last word she said to Xiao Jue before she died was: you killed him, you killed your father!
This sentence will become an eternal nightmare. In his life after several years, Xiao Jue often wakes him up from the night and is unable to sleep.
He will never get rid of it.
Xiao Zhongwu and Mrs. Xiao were buried together. Some days ago, in order to prepare for the Mid Autumn Festival banquet, all the lanterns and canvases were removed and replaced with snow-white lanterns.
The death of Xiao Zhongwu brought more than that to the Xiao family. Xiao Jing suffered a lot in the court, Xiao Jue will bear the same burden behind. What about the Nanfu soldiers, the Xiao family, and the unwarranted guilt of the first battle of Mingshui.
He still did not shed a tear, wooden work, intensive arrangements. The time when he could fall asleep became shorter and shorter, and the day when he went back to the house became later and later.
It was late that night, and Xiao Jue returned to his house. After Xiao Zhongwu's death, many of his servants were dismissed. Except for his bodyguard, he didn't need a servant. He felt hungry and found that he had not eaten all day.
It's too late. Don't bother Bai Rong Wei. Xiao Jue goes to the kitchen by himself to see if there is any food left over in the day.
The stove is cold, and there is no food in the kitchen. These days, people are very busy. There is no mind to eat. He found two steamed buns and a bowl of pickles.
The light was dim as if it was going to go out. There was no stool in the kitchen. The boy was very tired. He found a corner against the wall and picked up the bowl. Suddenly, he saw a sweet osmanthus candy lying at the end of the long table and the corner of the wall.
When the news of Xiao Zhongwu's death came, Mrs. Xiao was making sweet scented osmanthus candy for Xiao Jue. On hearing this letter, a plate of sweet scented osmanthus candy was knocked over. Later, it was cleaned up by the boy, and all of them were gone.
Here there is a fish, lying quietly in the corner, covered with dust.
He climbed over, carefully picked up the sweet scented osmanthus sugar and brushed the dust off the top. Sweet scented osmanthus is still sweet and greasy.
Mrs. Xiao always makes sweet osmanthus sugar, sweet people, he did not eat sweet.
But this is the last sugar he got in the world.
There was still some sugar paper left in the sachet. He wrapped the sugar and put it back in the sachet. Take up the bowl and the steamed bread.
Xiao Er childe has always been gold and jade, pay attention to love clean, but now regardless of the gentle, sit to eat. His clothes had not been changed for two days, and his stomach was not filled with grain of rice. He could no longer see the beautiful style of the fox fur in the royal clothes.
Young people sitting against the wall, slowly biting steamed bread, eating, self mocking smile, long eyes like autumn, like a little bright, such as the stars in the night embers.
It's gone fast.
……
Time flies, leaving no trace. The past seems to be the memory of last life. Those complex emotions intertwined, and finally turned into a careless smile on the lips.It's not something you can't get past.
He was staring at the sachet in his hand. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a moment, he let go and went on.
"Young master." Feinu came from behind. He took the umbrella and held it for Xiao Jue. He asked, "do you want to go back to the temple now?"
"Let's go." Xiao Jue said, "let's breathe."
The last glimmer of light dissipated, and the mountain fell into darkness. Thick fog filled, like a mountain fantasy. On such a night, few people leave.
The rain falls along the umbrella eaves, not big, but continuous and dense, such as a layer of cold gauze, will be wrapped in the mountains.
"I don't know when the rain will stop." Murmured feinu.
Most of the night of the Mid Autumn Festival is sunny, which is rare. Xiao Jue looked up. The night was heavy and could not see the end.
"There is no moon tonight," he said
No moon, no circle.
The mountain forest road was so muddy that nothing could be heard except the sound of rain. The more you go to the edge, the more luxuriant the trees are, and you can't see the shadow of people clearly. Suddenly there was a rustling sound in front of him. Feinu stopped and reminded him, "young master."
Xiao Jue shook her head, indicating that she had heard.
It's so late. It's raining. Who's here?
Feinu explored the lantern in his hand. The rain was deep. There was a figure standing under the tree. At first, he could only see a vague shadow, probably a woman. He didn't know what to do. After two steps forward, I saw the woman standing on a stone, pulling a long thing with her hands and dragging it down.
Tied to the tree is a white silk.
This is a woman trying to die.
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The Mid Autumn Festival in the 62nd year of Qingyuan is the coldest one in the great Wei Dynasty. It has been raining since the morning, and the dark clouds are heavy. Judging from the momentum, it will not stop for the whole day. The lotus snow mountain is disorderly, the peak is dense, and the competition is strange. Because of the rain and fog, the mountain road is difficult to walk. The carriage drove slowly along the mountain path. Even though it is such a difficult mountain road, Lianxue mountain is full of excitement all the year round because there is a spirit temple on the mountain called Yuhua. Yuhua temple is very popular. It is said that people who worship Buddhism here can achieve what they want. This is a bit exaggerated, but Yuhua temple has existed for a hundred years. It is a real ancient temple. The dignitaries and nobles of shuojing are willing to come here to pray for blessings and chant scriptures on New Year's holidays, so as to make their families happy and happy and win everything. When the curtain of the carriage was lifted, Bai Rong, the wife of the Xiao family, glanced out of the car and said in a soft voice, "it's fast. If you don't have a stick of incense, you'll come to the Yuhua temple." "Hungry?" On her side, Xiao Jing asked in a warm voice. Bai Rong shook his head and looked at the carriage that followed him. He was worried: "Huaijin..." Xiao Jing sighed softly and did not speak. Xiao's family all know that Mr. Xiao doesn't like the Mid Autumn Festival, or even hates it. In those years, Xiao Zhongwu died in the battle, and it will not be long before the Mid Autumn Festival. If he had been alive, he would have come back to spend the Mid Autumn Festival dinner with his family. Unfortunately, before the Mid Autumn Festival, he died in the first battle of Mingshui, and the Xiao family's Mid Autumn Festival dinner stopped abruptly in the middle of preparation. Never again. Since the death of the Xiao family and his wife, Xiao Jue has not been in shuojing on the mid autumn festival every year. This is the first time since he took over Nanfu soldiers to celebrate the Mid Autumn Festival in shuojing. And the Xiao family also follows the rules of Mrs. Xiao when she was alive. On the Mid Autumn Festival, the Yuhua Temple of Lianxue mountain burns incense and prays for blessing. But I didn't expect that the weather was so bad today, not only there was no sun, but also the rain kept falling. As Bai Rongwei said, he had already seen the gate of Yuhua temple within a column of incense. A monk was wearing a bamboo hat to clean up the fallen leaves on the ground. Seeing the carriage of the Xiao family arrived, he put down his broom and welcomed them into the temple. Because of the rain today, it is difficult to walk on the mountain road. At this time of the past year, Yuhua temple has already been busy. Today, except for the carriage of the Xiao family, there is only one carriage standing outside the mountain gate. I don't know which Lady of the family is. Xiao Jue followed them in. It was dark and dark. Although it was afternoon, it seemed that it was already evening. Several people, along with the monks in the temple, first used vegetarian dishes and then went to the Buddhist hall to burn incense and pray for blessings. Bai Rongwei and Xiao Jing went first. When it was Xiao Jue's turn, the monk in green reached out to stop him and said, "benefactor, don't go in." Bai Rong Wei and Xiao Jing in front of him turned and asked, "why? This is my brother. We go up the mountain to pray together The monk in green folded his hands, saluted her, turned to Xiao Jue, lowered his head, and said, "benefactor, it's too heavy to kill evils. The quiet place of the Buddhist hall is not a place where blood is stained with blood." Several people were stunned. It's too heavy to kill. In the first battle of changgu in Guocheng City, 60000 people were drowned. Isn't it that the killing was too heavy? The number of Nanman who died in his hands these years is countless, and his heart is really bloody. "Master," Bai Rong was worried, "how can we divide the high and the low from the high "Although his hands were stained with blood, he also saved many lives." Xiao Jing frowned: "master, this is too one-sided." The monk in Tsing Yi was silent. "Please forgive me," Bai Rongwei begged, "we Xiao family would like to add more money, as long as we can let my brother also go to the Buddha Hall." "No need." She was interrupted by a voice. The young people in robes look up and their eyes fall on the Buddha Hall. In the Buddha Hall, Golden Buddha statues sit cross legged. There are fierce and evil looking vajras, as well as the serene Tathagata. From top to bottom, from far to near, looking down on him with compassion. Sanskrit sound is curling, the sea of suffering is boundless, and there is no Buddha to cross. He should have expected the end. "He can't cross me." Xiao Jue raised his mouth, "I don't want to turn back." It's not a bad thing to go down like this. He turned and walked out: "I'll wait for you outside." Behind him came the cry of Bai Rong Wei and Xiao Jing. He frowned a little impatiently and turned to put everything behind him. He didn't know. After he left, the monk in Qingyi chanted a Buddhist name and said in a low voice, "it may not be impossible for me to miss it." Because of the rain, the way down the mountain is more slippery than the way up the mountain. The sky is dark. It is not appropriate to go down again after praying. I can only stay in Yuhua Temple tonight. It is also a helpless thing to stay out on the night of the Mid Autumn Festival. The monk arranged a room for Bai Rongwei and then went out. Bai Rongwei sighed. On the table was a special Moon Group in Yuhua temple. She said to Xiao Jing, "you go and call Huaijin here. You can just have a mid autumn banquet here." Xiao Jing went to the next room to knock on the door. No one answered for a long time. He pushed the door in and the room was empty. Xiao Jue is not in the room.He looked at the courtyard of the temple. The stone slabs were washed clean by the rain. Where did Xiao Jue go? There is an ancient tree in the backyard of Yuhua temple. Yuhua temple has been here since it was built. I don't know it has lived for hundreds of years. Ancient wood has spirit and luxuriant branches. Believers who come to incense call it "immortal tree". Fairy tree hung with red silk ribbons, some pray for the title of the gold list, but also pray for a happy moon. The red line covered the branches with a full layer. When it rained, there was no shelter outside. The hanging wish cloth was wet and stuck on the branches, as if covered with a layer of red silk. The young man with the umbrella stopped. There was a piece of red cloth on the ground, and there was a yellow tassel on it. Maybe the rain was too heavy to blow the red silk down. Xiao Jue stopped and bent down to pick up the red silk. On each piece of red silk, the wish of the man who hung the silk was written. He looked down and saw that the one on the left had been soaked in rain and the ink was dense, so he couldn't see the original appearance. On the right, there was one that could be seen clearly. The handwriting was crooked and twisted, just like a three-year-old child scribbling with a pen and writing "look". Look? What are you looking at? He was very tall, so he tied the strange red silk back to the tree and found a place with the most luxuriant leaves. In this way, it was not easy to get wet by the rain. Do all this, he will put aside the umbrella again. The sachet on his waist was exposed because of the action he had just made. He was stunned. The sachet is very old. The dark blue bag is embroidered with black python with gold thread. It is elegant and elegant. However, after a long time, the stitches have been blurred and the design of Python is not as real as before. It's shrunken inside. It looks like there's nothing in it. His fingertips stroked the sachet and something sank in his eyes. The young people of Xianchang museum all know that Xiao Jue had a sachet from her childhood, such as Lin Shuanghe. She was always curious about what kind of treasure was in her head. Later, she got a chance to snatch it away and opened it up to find a bag full of Osmanthus sugar. At that time, Mr. Xiao received a lot of ridicule. He liked sweet food so much that he had to carry it with him even when he went to school. Little did not know, this is Mrs. Xiao when she was alive, personally made for him. After Mrs. Xiao died, he still carried this sachet, but there was no big candy in it, only one Old, brown sugar, can not eat. Xiao Jue went down the mountain at the age of 15 and entered the Xianchang hall. He had been on the mountain in his early years, and had already learned what he should have learned. Therefore, if you look at the lessons you have taught, you can never forget them. Sleep all day between classes, often easily get the first. I like it, but my classmates envy me. In the eyes of outsiders, I just don't know how much virtue I have accumulated in my last life, so I can be reborn in this life. But Xiao Zhongwu was very strict with him. He was born lazy and tired. When he was on the mountain, there was no one to control him except Mr. Xiao Zhongwu. When he got down the mountain, his classmates often invited him to a reception today, and to the Pear Garden tomorrow, all of them were 14-5-year-old boys, and there was no reason not to go. Most of the time, he just sat idly watching, or simply sleeping, but in the eyes of Xiao Zhongwu, he felt that he was willing to degenerate and idle. Xiao Zhongwu reprimanded him, asked for family law, confiscated his monthly silver, and punished him for practicing martial arts by copying books. He did it one by one, but the young man, rebellious, engraved in his bones, where he was really convinced. The more calmly he admitted the punishment, the more angry Xiao Zhongwu was. Later, he had a quarrel with Xiao Zhongwu. Xiao Jue raised her eyebrows: "I did everything you asked me to do. Since we only look at the results, we have the results now. Father, what are you up against? " Xiao Zhongwu held the whip's hand and couldn't take it any more. Xiao chuckled and left. It was the last time he saw Xiao Zhongwu alive. Xiao Zhongwu led his troops to Nanman the next day. Soon after, he died in the first battle of Mingshui. The coffin was transported back to the capital. When the news came, Mrs. Xiao was making sweet osmanthus candy for Xiao Jue in the kitchen. Get the news, a plate of Osmanthus sugar overturned, fell on the ground, stained with dust. The lucky confidant knelt down in front of Mrs. Xiao and cried: "I originally planned to pass over Mingshui two days in advance, but the general said that Fuguan near Mingshui was rich in iron and wanted to play a sword for the second young master. When he left, he argued with the second young master and hurt his heart. I hope this sword can make the second young master understand his pain. I didn't expect I didn't expect... " Mrs. Xiao's heartrending and heartrending cry rang out in the room. She rushed up and hit Xiao Jue at random, crying and swearing: "why do you want to be angry with him? Why? If it wasn't for you and him, he would not stay in Mingshui, ambush in his body, and he would not die! " He endured the terrible accusation and let the soft fist of the woman fall on him without saying a word. How could it be? His father, who was resolute and severe, waved his whip without any affection. How can a man who leaves a child on a strange mountain and doesn't come over once a year? How could he die because he was cold and heartless and righteous? The terrible accusation continues."You killed him! You killed your father He couldn't bear it. He pushed his mother away: "I didn't! Not me The woman was pushed away by him and looked at him stupidly. She couldn't stand her despair. Xiao Jue turned and ran out. He didn't know where he should go or who he was going to talk to. It's only a year since he went down the mountain to return to shuojing. For a year, he didn't even know all the people in Xiao's house, or even learned how to get along with his relatives naturally. Just Already. When people are in extreme pain, they will not shed tears. At present, he does not feel pain, just muddle. It's like listening to a joke that can't be true and not knowing how to react. He just felt that his feet were heavy and he did not dare to go forward and face his mother's desperate and shrill eyes. Many years later, Xiao Jue wondered whether everything would happen later if he was not so timid and went back to the house. But not if. It was already evening when he returned. Xiao Jing and Bai Rongwei have come back. Their eyes are red and swollen. They seem to have cried. Xiao Jing, who has always been weak and polite, rushed up to beat him, grabbed his collar, and yelled at him with red eyes: "where have you been? Why don't you stay at home, why don't you stay with your mother? " He suddenly gave birth to a burst of disgust and self mockery, pulled a corner of the mouth: "you and I are sons, you ask me, why don't you ask yourself?" "You "Huai Jin," Bai Rong Wei sobbed, "my mother is gone." His smile froze. "Mother No more. " Xiao Jing released his hand, stepped back two steps, covered his face and choked. Mrs. Xiao's life, as weak as a flower has not experienced the wind and rain. When Xiao Zhongwu was alive, she was dissatisfied with Xiao Zhongwu and quarreled with him from time to time, just like a pair of bitter couples. When Xiao Zhongwu died, the flower withered and withered. Without nutrients, it went with him. She left so determined that she did not even think about the two sons she left behind in shuojing in the future? What should the Xiao family do? Her life was meaningless at the moment of losing Xiao Zhongwu, so she ended her life with a white silk. The last word she said to Xiao Jue before she died was: you killed him, you killed your father! This sentence will become an eternal nightmare. In his life after several years, Xiao Jue often wakes him up from the night and is unable to sleep. He will never get rid of it. Xiao Zhongwu and Mrs. Xiao were buried together. Some days ago, in order to prepare for the Mid Autumn Festival banquet, all the lanterns and canvases were removed and replaced with snow-white lanterns. The death of Xiao Zhongwu brought more than that to the Xiao family. Xiao Jing suffered a lot in the court, Xiao Jue will bear the same burden behind. What about the Nanfu soldiers, the Xiao family, and the unwarranted guilt of the first battle of Mingshui. He still did not shed a tear, wooden work, intensive arrangements. The time when he could fall asleep became shorter and shorter, and the day when he went back to the house became later and later. It was late that night, and Xiao Jue returned to his house. After Xiao Zhongwu's death, many of his servants were dismissed. Except for his bodyguard, he didn't need a servant. He felt hungry and found that he had not eaten all day. It's too late. Don't bother Bai Rong Wei. Xiao Jue goes to the kitchen by himself to see if there is any food left over in the day. The stove is cold, and there is no food in the kitchen. These days, people are very busy. There is no mind to eat. He found two steamed buns and a bowl of pickles. The light was dim as if it was going to go out. There was no stool in the kitchen. The boy was very tired. He found a corner against the wall and picked up the bowl. Suddenly, he saw a sweet osmanthus candy lying at the end of the long table and the corner of the wall. When the news of Xiao Zhongwu's death came, Mrs. Xiao was making sweet scented osmanthus candy for Xiao Jue. On hearing this letter, a plate of sweet scented osmanthus candy was knocked over. Later, it was cleaned up by the boy, and all of them were gone. Here there is a fish, lying quietly in the corner, covered with dust. He climbed over, carefully picked up the sweet scented osmanthus sugar and brushed the dust off the top. Sweet scented osmanthus is still sweet and greasy. Mrs. Xiao always makes sweet osmanthus sugar, sweet people, he did not eat sweet. But this is the last sugar he got in the world. There was still some sugar paper left in the sachet. He wrapped the sugar and put it back in the sachet. Take up the bowl and the steamed bread. Xiao Er childe has always been gold and jade, pay attention to love clean, but now regardless of the gentle, sit to eat. His clothes had not been changed for two days, and his stomach was not filled with grain of rice. He could no longer see the beautiful style of the fox fur in the royal clothes. Young people sitting against the wall, slowly biting steamed bread, eating, self mocking smile, long eyes like autumn, like a little bright, such as the stars in the night embers. It's gone fast. Time flies, leaving no trace. The past seems to be the memory of last life. Those complex emotions intertwined, and finally turned into a careless smile on the lips.It's not something you can't get past. He was staring at the sachet in his hand. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a moment, he let go and went on. "Young master." Feinu came from behind. He took the umbrella and held it for Xiao Jue. He asked, "do you want to go back to the temple now?" "Let's go." Xiao Jue said, "let's breathe." The last glimmer of light dissipated, and the mountain fell into darkness. Thick fog filled, like a mountain fantasy. On such a night, few people leave. The rain falls along the umbrella eaves, not big, but continuous and dense, such as a layer of cold gauze, will be wrapped in the mountains. "I don't know when the rain will stop." Murmured feinu. Most of the night of the Mid Autumn Festival is sunny, which is rare. Xiao Jue looked up. The night was heavy and could not see the end. "There is no moon tonight," he said No moon, no circle. The mountain forest road was so muddy that nothing could be heard except the sound of rain. The more you go to the edge, the more luxuriant the trees are, and you can't see the shadow of people clearly. Suddenly there was a rustling sound in front of him. Feinu stopped and reminded him, "young master." Xiao Jue shook her head, indicating that she had heard. It's so late. It's raining. Who's here? Feinu explored the lantern in his hand. The rain was deep. There was a figure standing under the tree. At first, he could only see a vague shadow, probably a woman. He didn't know what to do. After two steps forward, I saw the woman standing on a stone, pulling a long thing with her hands and dragging it down. Tied to the tree is a white silk. This is a woman trying to die. www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
