Youyou Sanshengyue

Lin Wenfang was in a coma for several hours, and when he opened his eyes, only Xuanyue stayed by his bed and took care of him.Xuanyue took a cup of tea and handed it to his mouth: "How do you feel, just tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

"Where's my mother?" Lin Wenfang's voice was deep and hoarse, and he looked around his small home again, without his mother's stooped back, and he couldn't hear the neighing of the old loom.He couldn't help crying, shaking his head and smiling wryly, but the tears couldn't stop pouring out of his eyes: "This is life."

"Her body is lying in the next room." Xuanyue looked at Lin Wenfang's dejected appearance, as if he saw himself who lost his sister back then, and he could empathize with the pain of losing a loved one.Xuanyue stabilized Lin Wenfang's shoulders with both hands to cheer him up, and her tone was much firmer than usual: "Listen to me, now is not the time to be sad. Now that the news about your family has spread in the village, you are angry. The villagers are going out of the village to seek justice for your mother, I am afraid that the He family will suffer." Xuanyue sighed: "But Mingyou has tried to stop it at the entrance of the village, so there should be no chaos."

"Why do you want to stop it? You should kill those insane people from the He family to avenge my mother!" Lin Wenfang jumped up from the bed in grief and anger, and then rushed outside: "I still want to take the lead to find them, how can they bear the heart?" Do this to an old woman."

"Are you crazy?" Xuanyue hurriedly grabbed him to prevent him from going out: "Have you ever thought about what Miss He will do?"

"Then when they killed my mother, did they think about what I would do? He Xiaohe didn't have me in her heart at all!" Lin Wenfang fell to his knees like a puppet with a disconnected thread. He Xiaohe seemed to be his Achilles' heel. No matter how much resentment there is, it is softened into endless sorrow and loss. "If she still thinks about me, she should go and help my mother. How could she just watch my mother being chased and cornered..." Lin Wenfang's voice gradually sank, together with his absent-mindedness when he turned off the fire. The eyes were together, buried by deep despair.He felt that all the strength in his body had been sucked out, and his limp body was like mud that had been trampled on by thousands of people on the mud floor.

The once high-spirited scholar is now so downcast, Xuanyue can't help but feel distressed when she sees it.The talented man who once boasted that he would travel all over Chang'an Avenue with his name on the gold list, is now more humble and powerless than a beggar, and slowly climbed out of the house like a beast supporting the ground with his hands and knees.Xuanyue hurriedly stepped forward to help her: "What are you doing? Go back to bed quickly."

"I want to see my mother," Lin Wenfang pushed away Xuanyue's outstretched hand and continued to crawl out on her knees: "She died because of me. I'm a beast, and I don't deserve to stand and see her."

Xuanyue knew that she couldn't hold back, so she followed him silently.As soon as the door of the next room was opened, there was a strong smell of blood. The blood on Mother Lin's body had solidified, showing a terrible dark red color.Lin Wenfang couldn't help crying on the ground, the hair on his forehead was disheveled because of his constant kowtowing.Xuanyue came over with a basin of warm water, and handed him the towel: "Why don't you let aunt leave cleanly?" Lin Wenfang stopped kowtowing, and carefully wiped the blood with a towel dipped in warm water bit by bit. As if dusting off a sacred Buddha image.

The so-called Tit for Tat, maybe everything is arranged by fate, just like the prophecy of the signed letter.Not long after Lin's mother died, Father He, who was seriously ill, suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had seen all the truth and the essence of fate while he was asleep.A drop of warm tears silently flowed from the corner of his old eyes, "Sin..." Just as he confessed in a hoarse voice that was almost inaudible, before the eyes of suffering could close, his soul hurried on Huangquan Road.

The spring rain is as expensive as oil, but at this moment, it falls quietly, and then pours down, drenching the white silk of the two funerals in the village and outside.God is tired of watching the joys and sorrows in the world, so he will not keep the sunny sky for anyone, let alone stop the steps towards darkness for anyone.The night came as usual, dancing wildly in the unabated heavy rain dressed in dark blue clothes full of stars.The new green buds of the lotus were beaten so painfully by the heavy rain that they were about to break.

"I never thought that there would be such a heavy rain on a spring night." Ming You stood in white clothes standing at the entrance of Lin's house and looked up at the dark sky, not even noticing that the rain fell on his face.Xuanyue at the side took out a handkerchief to help him wipe the rain off his face, then reached out and hugged him gently: "Don't be brave, cry if you want to cry, I won't laugh at you."

"Sometimes you have to believe in things like fate." Ming You sighed deeply, lowered his head and buried his face in Xuanyue's neck, the sandalwood there could make him temporarily awake.

Xuanyue wept silently after feeling the warm wetness on her neck, "It's raining heavily outside, let's go inside and stay with Lin Wenfang."

Under the dim candlelight, three people kept vigil in a small room.Xuanyue was weaker, so she couldn't help staying up all night, she fell asleep on Mingyou's shoulders, and Mingyou yawned tiredly, from comforting the villagers in the morning to preparing for the funeral, Lin Wenfang felt very sorry for it : "I really trouble you, if there is no brother like you, I'm afraid I can't do anything well."

"What are you going to do in the future?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to think about it now, I'm so tired..." Lin Wenfang got up and pushed up the quilt on Lin Mu's body to cover her head, but it couldn't cover up the faint smell of putrefaction from the corpse.Lin's mother slept peacefully under the quilt, leaving behind all the reluctance and pain, and the rest of the pain was given to her son who had been cared for all her life.

The rain outside the window didn't mean to subside in the slightest. With the madness of summer, it soaked the weak spring in the rain and beat it on the ground.At this time, at the junction of the sky and the earth, where the silver thread is pulled in the depths of the darkness, a pink oil-paper umbrella printed with lotus flowers slowly approaches Lin Wenfang's home.

When He Xiaohe finally plucked up the courage to knock on the door of Lin's house, in front of him was Bai Ling who was as desolate as his own home. Lin Wenfang stood at the door with red eyes, and did not let go of the hand holding the door bolt to let her in.The two of them stood in a stalemate without saying a word, looking at each other like two bottomless lakes.Finally, He Xiaohe couldn't help crying. The oil-paper umbrella fell into the rain. The rain has no eyes. They don't know how to cherish the fragrance and love the jade. They mixed with the cold spring night wind to attack the poor girl.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." He Xiaohe's crying made Heiye feel more hopeless.Lin Wenfang's eyes trembled slightly, like a stone smashing the silence of a lake, but in the end he said nothing and closed the door silently.At that moment, He Xiaohe saw the teardrops from the corners of his eyes when he turned around from the narrowing door.

remember?You brought me lanterns from the capital, you recited poems for me and sang for me, you released paper kites for me, you soaked me in water, and fell down for me... He Xiaohe raised her face to the sky and yelled: "Wen Fang," she fell to her knees, the mud splashed her green skirt, and the rain continued to hit the few dry spots on her body until she was completely submerged in a wet chaos.He Xiaohe has always been so hearty, wherever she goes, she can see her beautiful smile like a crescent moon, and hear her lively laughter like a silver bell, this is probably the first time she has cried so thoroughly.

At this time, the wooden door suddenly opened again, but unfortunately it was not Lin Wenfang, but Xuanyue.He walked into the rain with an umbrella and He Xiaohe protected him from the rain, "Miss He, let's go back."

"Did he say anything? Will he forgive me?" The last gleam of hope in He Xiaohe's eyes disappeared after Xuanyue shook her head gently.

That day, He Xiaohe knelt in the rain for a long time, and Xuanyue stood beside her silently holding an umbrella for her, but she still couldn't resist the rain.At the window not far away, a figure stayed there, not moving for a long time.

Ming You walked up to Lin Wenfang and looked out the window: "You have the heart?" Lin Wenfang remained silent, staring at the trembling figure in the rain like a statue.

In the end, it was Mingyou who was also drenched in the rain because of his heartache, and went out to carry He Xiaohe, who was about to faint, back to He's house.When Lin Wenfang helped Xuanyue into the door, Xuanyue's clothes were already half wet. He looked up at Lin Wenfang coldly, raised his right hand that was sore and heavy from holding the umbrella, and slapped Lin Wenfang's expressionless and cold face. "Miss He's father is also dead, you two should clear up, and stop torturing each other."

"I think so too... But once feelings are involved, how can we get rid of them? How can we forget them completely!" The corners of Lin Wenfang's stiff mouth twitched into a wry smile, and tears rolled down his lips, very bitter and astringent.