sunset fever

During the day, there are more cool hours, and it will be hot and dry for a while after noon, or there will be no sun, and the autumn rain will not stop day and night. At this time, Chen Bizhen stood in front of the door of Xishazhai, reaching out to touch the rainwater from the eaves. drops of water.

He looked at the gray sky.

Zhong Huashu didn't know what he was thinking, dozens of days of confinement and serious illness changed people's appearance, Chen Bizhen didn't even remember how Chongcheng fell, he didn't remember the Zen position, he only knew that Zhong Huashu was His own mother even asked "Where is Yiyi?"

A visitor came to the shop. A man in silk and satin looked young and tall and thin. He squinted his eyes and threw out the silver, asking, "Sister, is this your son? You are so young, and your son is so big, and he is still a boy." ……Silly."

If Chen Bizhen and Zhong Huashu were not so similar in appearance, no one would have guessed that they were mother and son. The rain was getting heavier, Chen Bizhen shrugged his shoulders, and looked into the shop. He bowed his head in silence and said nothing.

"What do you want?" Zhonghua didn't respond to his words, and after taking a sharp breath, his expression was a little cold.

"Let's not talk about this for now," the man leaned on the counter, his cheeks were flushed, he was a little excited, his eyes were greedy and stupid, and he said in a low voice, "Sister, I have two yards in Yangjing, and I am thirty years old. , business is not easy now, why don't you follow me."

Zhonghua didn't smile, nor was she angry, she glanced at the man and said, "Please go, I'm not rich enough to covet your dilapidated house."

Chen Bizhen sat on the threshold, continued to watch the rain, he recovered from the cold, but became more and more lonely, probably because he had forgotten too many things, so his heart was empty.He turned his head to look at Zhong Huashu, wanted to say something, but stopped again.

The rain won't stop for a while, the gray sky is getting darker, and there is no pick to sell the peaches. Chen Bizhen's nails sank into his palms, and he heard the man say: "You have sons, if you can find one, it's good, what's the matter?" picked?"

Zhong Huashu urged: "Let's go, the door is about to close on a cloudy day."

"You bitch, would you be with your idiot... No, I'm just joking."

Zhong Huashu is indifferent, so he doesn't often encounter this kind of thing. The ruffian who came today probably stared at her for a long time, seeing that she has never had any relatives or friends here, so she is too wanton; , Zhong Huashu screamed, not knowing who slapped whom.

The rain drifted in and landed on the tip of his nose, Chen Bichen turned his head again, a little timidly, even though he had clenched his fists tightly.

The man left later, blood came out of Zhong Huashu's nose, and his chin was also bright red. She closed the door and wept miserably on the chair. Almost useless reassurance.

Ask: "Will he still come?"

"I don't know."

"Don't cry." Chen Bizhen raised his hand and wiped the bloody tears on her chin.

Chen Bizhen lost much intelligence and bravery, and became dull and timid, like a baby demanding protection, romantic and changeable, sometimes irritable, sometimes quiet.

After appeasing Zhong Huashu, he went back to the yard alone, and sat in front of the door watching the dark rainy night.

"You only remember me now?" Zhong Huashu asked.

After hesitating, Chen Bizhen nodded and shook his head again, as if he didn't know how to answer, he knew that there were many things and people that should be remembered, but the memory seemed to be thrown into the abyss, and occasionally the remaining soul floated up.

Zhong Huashu brought a low stool, sat down with him inside the door, and asked, "Do you remember Zhong Qingming?"

"I know."

I don't know if Chen Bichen answered the truth, but his face is young and his eyes are clear, especially at this time; he has forgotten the estrangement with Zhong Huashu, the sorrow of parting, and the regret of being in exile.

On the second day, the rain stopped early in the morning. Chen Bizhen saw the ruffian who beat Zhong Huashu at the street corner, so he secretly followed him to a place where there were few people, and used brute force to beat him until his face was swollen. Lying on the ground where the rain hadn't dried up, he begged Chen Bixie by the corner of his clothes.

Chen Bizhen rubbed the corner of his mouth that hurt during the fight, and stepped on the ruffian's face with the sole of his boot. He couldn't say anything terribly cruel, and when he was angry, he was on the verge of tears, but his martial arts body is strong, so, indeed, he was out. Bad breath.

Until the man fainted.

He didn't eat a meal a day, and when Chen Bizhen kicked the man's sluggish body away and was about to go back to the shop, he realized that he had forgotten the way he came from, so he could only walk around tentatively. In autumn, people on the street are not dressed It's not too thin, there are cinnamon that is about to wither, and chrysanthemums of various colors that are bought and sold on the street. People have kind faces, but they are too strange.

When it was getting dark, walking into the alleyway with a large house, hunger and fatigue made people dizzy, Chen Bizhen couldn't hold it anymore, so he found a clean wall and sat down.

There was a man who almost crawled over, kneeling so humblely, holding a broken bowl, begging: "My lord, give me two coins."

Chen Bizhen stared straight at the bright copper coins in the bowl, and said, "I am poorer than you, I don't have any coins."

It was an old woman with a dirty face. She still knelt like that, moved forward a little, put the broken bowl back into her arms, put all the money in her pocket, and said to Chen Bichen: "You are not poor. You are not poor in clothes. Not poor."

"I'm... very poor, I haven't eaten all day."

Chen Bizhen had no nihilistic scruples about self-esteem, he answered naturally, with his hands down, pressing his empty stomach, his eyes were as bright as a child's, revealing some innocence and innocence.

The beggar asked again: "Where did you escape from?"

"I do not know."

"I'm from Qianling."

Chen Bizhen nodded, he suddenly became depressed, a place name, he seemed to remember it, but he couldn't resist the sudden blankness in his mind, Chen Bizhen seemed to have lost everything suddenly.

All he knew was that there was an embroidered pouch hidden on his body, which contained red velvet and emerald jade, was washed, was half new, and smelled like medicinal herbs. It was the beggar who gave him two brand new coins before he left.

Originally there was no place to rest, but on the empty street in the city, Chen Bizhen met a man with a lantern. He had a gray beard and was very kind. He said: "It's cold here, how can we stay overnight, come in and sleep."

It was a small medical clinic, the door opened, and there was a mixed aroma of herbs inside, the medicine cabinet was made of hardwood and black lacquer, and there were some unfinished prescriptions on the table, Chen Bizhen began to think deeply, the black sheet covering his memory Cloth, it seems that it is about to be picked apart.

He huddled on the narrow bed in the consulting room, and when the light was turned on, he became more awake. The embroidered pouch also smelled of herbs, and if he held it in his hand, he would feel reassured.

Chen Bizhen didn't know where to go tomorrow.

No one expected Mei Jibo's arrival, she is like a relative, she is not polite when she comes, chatting with Yan Xiu at the dinner table, and arguing with Yan You about irrelevant things, she is still the same as before, bright and agile .

Xiao Tanqing's stomach protruded more roundly, like a ball about to fall, Mei Jibo helped her into the room after dinner, and the two had some secret conversations.

Mei Jibo didn't hide anything, smiled lightly, and asked, "Do you remember the letter Yan Ziluo left for me? But it wasn't a letter at all, but a prescription. Do you know the reason?"

Xiao Tanqing stepped forward, the lantern in front of the house dimmed her eyelids, she hesitated and said, "...I don't know."

"You know," Mei Jibo held her firmly, and slowly walked up the steps, she said, "Miss Xiao, I guess it was you who changed it."

Xiao Tanqing took a light breath, her eyes flashed and she didn't dare to look at anyone, her cheeks were also red.

Mei Jibo continued: "But I don't care anymore, you and I are the same people, we both love but can't reap, and we are destined to watch him choose what he wants."

Fushan was still not cold. After the door was opened, the lamp was turned on. Mei Jibo helped Xiao Tanqing go to bed, and poured warm water for her. The two women looked completely different. Xiao Tanqing was slightly plump because of her pregnancy. some.

"That Lin Hongruo, I met her in Nanpu Hall today, probably because I was talking to Yan Ziluo, she pulled her face and was not very happy." Mei Jibo seemed to be talking about some anecdote.

Xiao Tanqing gritted her teeth lightly, and after a while, she suddenly said, "It can be seen that Young Master really doesn't like her."

"Yes, I advised him to coax Miss Lin, guess what he said?"

"How do you say it?" When they talked about other people's affairs, Xiao Tanqing was also interested in inquiring, and her eyes lit up; Mei Jibo sat down at the end of the bed, and she smiled.

A: "He said 'I don't like her, why coax her'."

Xiao Tanqing covered her mouth and smiled softly, her eyes curved gently.

"He's always like this. What do you like about Yan Ziluo?" Mei Jibo said again.

There was a red fire in the stove, and there was a purple casserole on top, which contained yams, fungus, and pigeons. Yan You was wearing a dark thin robe and was sitting on a low stool. thinking about something.

It is in front of the kitchen, and you can see the stars and the moon when you look up. Fushan is still hot and humid, and the lid of the casserole is lifted by the steam.

Yan Xiu came, and he didn't have anything to do. He was dressed casually and his hair was tied up. He asked, "What soup?"

"A pigeon prepared for Tan Qing."

"Okay," Yan Xiu nodded and said, "You can take care of her at ease in the next few days. I will handle all the affairs of Nanpu Hall."

A servant brought a bamboo chair, Yan You still had a straight face, he didn't show any eagerness, he stopped shaking his fan hand, and said: "I'm fine, please sit down, don't stand up on."

Yan Xiu sat down.

On a hot day, the two sat around a burning stove, smelling the freshness of the soup, Yan Xiu fanned the fan in his hand, and said: "I will tell you about my stay in Yangjing, if you want, you can tell me." Check out and listen."

"You're finally going to say it... hurry up and say it."

"Actually, I went to the palace, because the former queen was seriously ill, so they invited me to live in a big mansion, and I was appointed as an official. I met many officials' children who worked there in the Imperial Medical Office. Later, there was a change in Chongcheng, I hid in King He's Mansion, and in February, I set off to return to Fushan."

Yan You stared at the stove in silence, let out a sigh of relief, and said: "If you really went to the palace, no wonder you didn't tell me so long, I actually believed that letter, thinking you were dead."

"That may be...they don't want me to come back." Guessing that the news was sent by Chen Bizhen, Yan Xiu didn't know where to turn his gaze. It's okay to look at the sky, the moon is not yet full.

Incomplete things also seem to have hope.

The moment of spiritual connection brought about by blood relationship, Yan You suddenly asked: "Have you ever met the emperor, what is he like?"

Add another sentence: "It refers to the former emperor, Emperor Changfeng."

Yan Xiu's eyes froze, and he began to recall and conceive slowly, he said: "He also took care of me a lot, which is different from what I thought before. We became acquainted later, and then separated later. We haven't seen each other."

"At that time, I went to blow Tongxuan, and the master also used him as an example to teach me, but I disagreed. If I saw him, I would definitely not like him. However, hearing that he was killed is very satisfying." Yan You suddenly became angry, suppressed his anger, and stared at Yan Xiu, confused while angry.

Yan Xiu said: "There is no need to talk about the royal family in the future, as I said earlier, I don't want to take revenge."

Yan Xiu didn't wait for Yan You to say anything else, he stood up, he missed Chen Bizhen even more, he missed him even more, people are loved and given to lovers, but they become an abandoned child, when they are lonely, even smooth days are also wandering.

In Yangjing, Chen Bizhen, who stayed at the medical center, dreamed that he got up and went out from the consultation room. The medicine cabinet was still hardwood and black, and there was a person standing with his back in front of him. Turning around, I can't see my face in a blur.

Chen Bizhen clenched the embroidered pouch in his hand.

The medicinal herbs were mixed, and the fragrance was wanton. The sky gradually brightened, and the man didn't even say anything, and disappeared with the light.

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