Red plums reflect youth

In the evening, Ziqing sits by the bed with the piano score and reads it.

Liu Qiaoyang walked over, sat next to Ziqing, took his other hand and held it in his own.

Ziqing was still looking at the score, withdrew his hand calmly, and said flatly, "Don't disturb me reading the score."

Liu Qiaoyang raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, and said with a teasing smile, "Oh~~ It turns out that Ziqing likes to read books with his hands upside down. I haven't noticed this hobby before."

"You!" Unable to pretend anymore, he simply put the book aside, turned his head and ignored Qiao Yang.

Qiao Yang stuck it up, put his arm around Ziqing's waist, and coaxed: "Okay, okay~ Don't be angry, and you won't bother Master Ziqing for things like being a babysitter in the future, okay?"

"Do you have to sell things like that?" The tone was soft, but with a bit of sullenness.

"Isn't that good?" How did such a harmless little trick offend Ziqing?Liu Qiaoyang looked confused.

Ziqing's eyes drifted out of the window, watching the ignorant breeze bothering Liu Tiao: "Then you don't have to keep staring at the girl with affection..."

"Haha" It's so delicious. After Qiao Yang understood it, he couldn't close his mouth: "Hey, if you turn your head now, you can definitely see a more affectionate gaze, and it's sincere." He put his chin together On Ziqing's shoulder, he asked in a low voice, "Do you want to try?"

Ziqing didn't move.

I don't know him yet, if I turn my head away at this moment, I will be trapped in his tenderness and unable to get out.

Ziqing collected his thoughts, and said coldly, "You are ruthless, so you are not afraid of others' intentions?"

Qiao Yang didn't take it seriously, and smiled lightly: "How could it be? Yan Mingtang is now a very popular figure in the court, and there are countless people who want to marry him, and Miss Yan is born like a flower, and she is well-educated, graceful and magnanimous, surrounded her The transferred sons and nobles grabbed a lot, hehe, I will go to Linglongzhai tomorrow to count how many sons and brothers bought amethyst stones for her... so many suitors, how could they fall in love with me so easily?" Finished speaking Raising his eyebrows, he said confidently, "Although I'm quite charming."

"Don't be ashamed..."

Qiao Yang tilted his head and kissed Ziqing's cheek, and said with a smile, "I'm just telling the truth. If I'm not very attractive, how could Ziqing like me, right, Brother Immortal."

Ziqing couldn't help chuckling when he heard the words, but he still remembered Wan'er's innocent words.

Wan'er... oh...

"Qiao Yang..."

"Ok?"

"The Ching Ming Festival is coming soon, and I want to visit my mother's grave."

"Okay, I'll go with you." Qiao Yang thought to himself: Go pay respects to your mother-in-law...

"Let's go in the evening when no one is around." Ziqing frowned suddenly, and said hesitantly, "I don't want Zhang Nansu to know."

Liu Qiaoyang nodded in agreement, that's a good thing, he doesn't want to be a good nephew to Zhang Nansu anymore.

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Tomb-sweeping Day, the continuous rain comes at a certain time, as thin as a cow's hair, as light as flying catkins, and between the fluttering, it shrouds the surrounding area in a half-light and half-dark haze.

In the evening, there are few pedestrians on the road, and their figures are vaguely confused in the dark rain and fog, a little sad and a little bit broken.

Liu Qiaoyang brought Ziqing to the Zhang family cemetery on the outskirts of the city. The old man in Yu Shouyuan only said that he was a distant relative of Wanru, who was not familiar with the Zhang family, but wanted to worship.

The old man was a kind-hearted man, seeing the solemn and mournful faces of the two, he sighed and said, "Go... Wanru's tomb is at the end."

In the rain and fog at dusk, the range of vision was extremely limited. Watching the two disappear into the wind and rain, the old man shook his head: "Ah... really miserable people, I'm afraid it's just another bad relationship..."

At the end, the Broken Heart Platform.

In the haze, I found that there was already a person isolated in front of the grave, his clothes and hair were wet by the rain, and his figure was lonely and desolate.

"You are?" Liu Qiaoyang asked softly... This figure from the back is definitely not Zhang Nansu.

Hearing the question, the man slowly turned and looked at the two of them.

When Ziqing saw his face clearly, the bloodless face turned paler instantly, and a few traces of vigilance flashed involuntarily in his eyes, and there was still some unexplainable emotion.

Liu Qiaoyang stretched out his hand carefully to shake Ziqing's hand, frowned and said, "Chuxiang, why are you here?"

Chuxiang's eyes slid to the tightly held hands of the two, and a very faint smile, with some sarcasm and some pain, floated on her originally pure and sad face.Turning around and not looking at the two of them again, a sad voice floated over: "I should be the one to ask this question. Why did you two appear in front of my mother's grave?"

"Your mother?!" Without time to sort out the messy right and wrong, Ziqing and Liu Qiaoyang's hearts jumped at the same time: "How could she be your mother?"

"Of course she is my mother!" Chuxiang's tone was filled with resentment, and there was some sarcasm in her eyes as she looked at the tombstone.On the stele, there are several large characters carved in official script: the tomb of his beloved wife Wanru.And a line of small characters in the corner: Zhang Nansu weeping.

"Hmph... Liu Ziqing, I will apologise with death for what happened that day. But... before that, I need to settle one thing." Chu Xiang said coldly with her back to the two.

"Chuxiang," Ziqing said indifferently, "That's right! I never forgave you for what happened that day. It's just... if I want to apologize, I only want you to live and remember it!"

Unexpectedly, these words aroused Qi Xiang's anger: "Hmph! Is this your cheap pity? Tell you! I don't need it! Ever since I was insulted by Fu Yongbin, I have lived without shame, just because I still have unfinished hatred! When the great revenge is avenged, everything will be settled."

At this moment, Chuxiang is dressed in green clothes, dressed as a scholar, her face is still pure and clean, but her eyes no longer flash the charm and charm that he drew in the Nanxiang Pavilion at that time, instead, there is fierce anger and coldness.

Liu Qiaoyang turned a few turns in her mind, and couldn't help frowning: "Chuxiang, Wanru is your mother, but your father is Wang Chenfeng? What is the hatred in your mouth?"

Chu Xiang snorted coldly: "That's right, my father is Wang Chenfeng. I will make those people who framed my family with their faces and hearts pay the price!"

Ziqing's complexion was livid, Chuxiang?Really brother?

Liu Qiaoyang held Ziqing's hand tightly, and smiled wryly: "Chuxiang... You know, Ziqing was also taken from the palace to be fostered at the beginning, and his mother is not Mrs. Wang."

What? !Chu Xiang opened her eyes wide when she heard the words, and looked at Ziqing in disbelief.

Ziqing lowered her eyes, not knowing how to face it.Gritting his teeth hard, he stopped the trembling of his body.

The corners of Chuxiang's mouth twitched, as if in astonishment or sarcasm, her clean face turned out to be a little ferocious at this moment. "Hahahaha" finally let out a loud laugh, until the end of the laugh turned into crying, sobbing in the bleak and dark wind and rain.

What a sin!He hated himself for being insulted by that bastard, and sent his younger brother to the tiger's mouth with his own hands.The self who endured the humiliation for revenge even sacrificed his only family member for the enemy.

Chuxiang looked at her hands, which were white and trembling.Just like when he looked at his hand in front of Liu Qiaoyang back then, he was confused and painful.Nemesis!Destroying his younger brother with his own hands, it turned out that he was the one who destroyed himself after all.

Qingming rain,

In front of Zheliu's grave,

I don't know each other,

dream broken into nothingness,

love to hate

Tears split two lines.

Liu Qiaoyang stood aside, looked at Ziqing who bowed his head silently, and sighed softly.

The drizzle hit Wanru's tombstone, gradually converging into a stream, gliding past the monument coldly, dripping down, like sobbing desolate tears.