Southerners

There was the sound of gurgling water in her ears, and the cold water poured into her lungs from her mouth and nose. Song Zhi opened her eyes in a daze, and saw the aquatic plants and swimming fish floating on the bottom of the water, and the noisy screams of women reached her ears through the water. Here, it seems that there is a world separated.

He was born in a war-torn world, lost all his relatives, and made his whole life a joke, sinking into the river at this moment may be his best destination.

The world fell into darkness.

Song Zhi seemed to have had a very, very long dream. In the dream, everyone was still there. Song was not dead, and his parents and Xiuniang were also there. He and Brother Zhao were playing chess in the gazebo, and his wife was holding the child. , Read "University" to him word by word.

Everything is so beautiful and complete.

But suddenly the dream was shattered, Song Zhi heard someone calling him, "Zi Lan!", "Zi Lan!", each sound more urgent, each sound more anxious, "Wake up!"

Whose voice is that?

Song Zhixin thought, but her headache was splitting, she couldn't think of it at all, or she didn't want to think of it, because as soon as she thought about that person, she felt pain like a knife piercing her heart.

"Is the master still awake?"

"No," someone replied, "I see Master is frowning all the time, doctor, what do you think Master is like?"

Then came an old voice.

"Master Song's body is weak and his foundation is weak. He was afraid of the cold before, but this time he was drowned, and the water is extremely cold. It's difficult." The voice sighed a long time.

Her whole body was scalding hot, terribly hot, Song Zhi groaned uncomfortably, half asleep and half awake, she opened her eyes a crack, only saw a few strange figures, then closed her eyelids again exhaustedly, unable to open them again.

In the end, Song Zhi didn't die, her life was hard.

But the bones of his body were completely failing. The old gentleman of the private school saw that Song Zhi was lonely and had no servants around him, so he took Song Zhi to his home and asked his wife and a servant to serve him.

Under the careful care of this old couple, Song Zhi was able to get out of bed gradually, but she lost a lot of weight again, her face was always as pale as a ghost, and she was so weak that she could be blown down by a gust of wind.

Therefore, Song Zhi no longer went to work in the private school.

The Li family and his wife heard that it was Song Zhi who saved their son. Every few days, they always came to visit Song Zhi and gave him various tonics so that Song Zhi could take good care of her body. Song Zhi took some of them. Most declined.

After he was able to go to the ground, he wanted to go back to his home from the old man, but the old lady refused to allow him to let him rest up with a tiger face.

Song Zhi unexpectedly felt the warmth of a father and mother in this old couple after a long time.

But compared to other people's homes, after a long time, it's outrageous.Especially in the twelfth lunar month, after the children of the old couple came back, Song Zhi became even more redundant, so she went back to her home.

All of a sudden, the house became deserted again.

Song Zhi was bored, staring at the gloomy sky outside the window all day in a daze, she was so tired that she didn't want to move.

He no longer thought about Meng Huan.

It has been several months since Meng Huan's expedition to the west, and he has already returned to Beijing after thinking about it. Meng Tao is grown up and needs to be taught by his father. How can such a young child be without a father?

The Pujiang River is in the south, unlike most cities where it snows in October, the first snow falls at the end of November, and it melts quickly when it hits the ground. , Song Zhi was more afraid of the cold than in previous years. Even though the stove was lit in the house, he was still wrapped in several quilts, but it was still cold.

It was too cold to sleep at night, so I kept my eyes open all night, waiting until dawn.

After this, the hard-hitting people couldn't stand it, so before the New Year's Eve, Song Zhi fell ill and fainted. Only the boy from the Li family often came to visit Song Zhi at the order of his parents, decocted medicine for him, and lit the fire. .

Since there was no one to take care of Song Zhi, this kid had a conscience, so he came here every day.

Song Zhi was seriously ill, and when she was confused by fever, she would talk nonsense and murmur a person's name. The kid leaned closer to listen, but couldn't hear clearly, so she asked in a low voice, "Master, what did you say?"

Song Zhihui regained some sanity because of this sentence, and immediately stopped barking.

During the New Year's Eve, the Li family couldn't bear Song Zhi to be alone, and invited him to live in Li's house to celebrate the New Year together, but Song Zhi declined.

He is a dying person, what to do to spoil the interest of others.

In the first lunar month, to remove the old and welcome the new, every household hangs peach charms in front of the door, walks in the streets, and congratulates each other. Red lanterns, red candles, red peach charms, and red new clothes dye the entire Pujiang River with a festive atmosphere. The atmosphere, everyone's face is filled with smiles, looking forward to the new year and new atmosphere.

But at this moment, only a narrow house in Yihe Lane was deserted and there was no New Year atmosphere.

Song Zhi heated up the charcoal fire in the basin to the maximum. After all, it was Chinese New Year, so he added an egg to the noodles, and ate silently in the loneliness of the room and the snowstorm in the courtyard.

Song Zhi finished eating the noodles expressionlessly, put the bowl aside, looked at the crackling charcoal fire in the basin, looked at the heavy snow falling outside the window, and the heavy snow on the crabapple trees.Although it was cold outside, children's laughter and fights could still be heard. Song Zhi listened for a while, and soon felt sleepy.

Song Zhixin thought: I might not be able to wait for you.

Dragging his frail body, he took out the small goblet from under the pillow and hugged it in his arms, curled himself up on the bed little by little, covered the quilt, brought the porcelain cup to his lips, and kissed it Dear, unknowingly, tears fell down.

Song Zhi wiped away her tears, sniffed, and said in her heart: I'm sorry.Then he pulled the porcelain cup into his arms and stuck it on his chest closest to his heart.

This is the only thing he took away from the Meng Mansion.

He still remembered what Meng Huan said when he handed it over to him. He said: "Zi Lan, look at how well this mandarin duck is drawn. You and I will definitely be like this mandarin duck and stay inseparable for the rest of our lives."

Thinking of this, Song Zhi slightly bent her lips, closed her eyes, and said to herself: If you find me again this time, I won't leave again.

The wind and snow outside the house intensified, the black clouds pressed the top, and the heavy snow crushed the branches of the crabapple tree in the courtyard, making a miserable cry, breaking off and falling to the ground, and the snow piled up on the ground.

Song Zhi slept under the thick quilt, feeling that this winter has never been as warm as it is now.

It was evening when Hei Wazi came, he had been playing wildly with his friends all day, the wind and snow was too heavy in the afternoon, so he was called back by his mother, who said, Mrs. Song must be very lonely living alone, let him take him with him. Order some wine to warm my wife's stomach.

Hei Wazi was less than ten years old, and he knocked on the door for a long time in the wind and snow, but no one answered. His face was flushed from the cold, so he pushed the door and came in, calling for Master all the way, but Song Zhi didn't agree. Hei Wazi thought, Master is really good. Lazy, did you go to bed so early?

He went all the way to the house, there was no one in the small room, Hei Wazi pushed open the door of the bedroom, and sure enough, he saw a pot of burning charcoal, the room was warm and not cold at all.

"Master!" Hei Wazi called out, but Song Zhi didn't agree.

He tiptoed to Song Zhi's bed with the food and wine, only to see that Song Zhi seemed to be asleep, motionless.

"Master?" Hei Wazi called again, but Song Zhi still didn't agree.

Hei Wazi finally panicked. He suddenly remembered the scene when his grandfather passed away. He also fell asleep like this and couldn't wake up again.

Hei Wazi stretched out his cracked hand from the cold, and touched Song Zhi's face. It was cold. Hei Wazi was startled, and tremblingly put his hand under Song Zhi's nose. .

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Meng Huan set off from Dadu in June to conquer Xifan, and in October, when he was on his way back to Beijing, he received an obituary from Pizhou, saying that his brother Ai Chi suddenly disappeared.

It is said that he was injured while training soldiers, and later the wound was infected, and he couldn't hold on, and it disappeared within a few days.

A few years ago, because of Song Zhi's matter, Meng Huan had a very tense fight with Hu Duhu, but after all, it was his brother Ai Chi, the one who gave birth to him and raised him.

So Meng Huan directly pleaded guilty to the old emperor, did not return to Beijing to report on his work, and went to Pizhou with injuries all over his body. How old is his younger brother, and he is still young, so he doesn't quite understand. His Ah Ke is a useless woman. People, only know how to cry, it is Bayar who is in charge of the overall situation.

Meng Huan is now a mature man. After he left, he took over from Ake. While arranging the funeral for Ai Chige Huduhu, he arranged for Ake, his younger brother, and other funeral affairs for Huduhu.

At the same time, Meng Huan also learned that Song Zhi had left from the servants of the Meng Mansion.

After finishing all the affairs in Pizhou, Meng Huan returned home exhausted, which he thought was his and Song Zhi's home, but Song Zhi obviously didn't think so.

Looking at the jade pendant and note left by Song Zhi, Meng Huan thought to himself, perhaps Song Zhi only regarded this place as a cage, and what kind of home... was just his own fantasy.

Song Zhi made him think, what are you thinking about?Think about the irresolvable hatred between Song and Yuan?

It was already December when we returned to Dadu, the winter in Dadu was extremely cold, Meng Huan couldn't help worrying, Song Zhi was so afraid of the cold, how would he survive this winter?

Is he blaming himself?

Meng Tao asked Bayar to pick him up. As soon as Meng Huan saw him, he thought of the scene where Song Zhi pointed at Meng Tao and got angry that day.

Meng Huan thought about it in the mansion, but he felt uneasy. He wanted to go to Song Zhi, what was he thinking... what do you understand?He likes him, wants to be with him, wants to stay with him for the rest of his life, it's that simple, where are there so many complicated twists and turns?

It's a pity that before Meng Huan set off, another big event happened in Dadu - the emperor died.

During the Chinese New Year this year, even the court congratulations were exempted. It seems that it is really impossible. In recent years, the emperor has been getting older and suffering from illnesses. In addition, his beloved wife Empress Chabi and his beloved son Zhenjin have left him successively. And go, the pain in the old emperor's heart is naturally conceivable.

At the beginning of the first lunar month, the news that the emperor was seriously ill came out of the palace like snowflakes. Boyan had gone to the north earlier, and now he has returned to Beijing—once the emperor dies, the new emperor will take over. Jun.

As a minister of the imperial court, Meng Huan naturally couldn't leave his post without authorization at this time. On the [-]th day of the first lunar month, the news of the emperor's death finally spread from Miyagi.

For some reason, Meng Huan felt more and more uneasy in his heart, especially after the emperor passed away, he always had the illusion that he was going to lose his Zilan.

In fact, after Meng Huan returned to Beijing, he had already sent someone to check Song Zhi's whereabouts. He found the driver Song Zhi hired and knew that Song Zhi was in Pujiang.

That's where they first met.

After the old emperor passed away, Boyan and others immediately supported the crown prince Tie Mu'er on the throne of God. After the new king sat on the throne, Meng Huan asked the new king for leave on the grounds that the old wound had not healed. It's not like he didn't know that this would arouse the suspicion of the new king, but he couldn't wait.

He wants to find Zilan, immediately.

The road from Dadu to Pujiang is very long, as far as the seventeen spring and autumn years when Meng Huan and Song Zhi met. They met for the first time in Pujiang 17 years ago, and the spring rain continued. Look at the little kid in the mud.

Seventeen years later, he did not hesitate to offend the new king, but also traveled thousands of miles to Pujiang to find his handsome young man.

However, the road from Dadu to Pujiang is very short, Meng Huan traveled day and night, and arrived at the county magistrate's mansion in less than a month, and then through the county magistrate's mansion, he found Mr. Song who went to Pujiang last autumn.

That was Mr. Song who taught him how to write and draw. He was full of talent and looked like Pan An. He was the person he held dear to his heart for many years.

But he died alone in a small leaky house, when everyone celebrated the New Year, holding a broken and repaired broken porcelain cup in his arms, full of illnesses, full of loneliness and fell asleep forever and never wake up again.

Don't hate him either.

The author has something to say:

At the end, this chapter made me cry so hard, my roommate asked me to cry softly, but I was too sad.

There may be a little extra in the future, thank you for your support.