Xue Huan

Towards the end of the year, plain clothes and red makeup, even the severe winter can not hide the hot New Year atmosphere in Li Garden. The servants shuttled in the garden and rejoiced for the year-end red envelopes they will get. However, the warm and festive atmosphere did not permeate everyone in Li Garden. corner--

Lengxiang Xiaozhu:

"You tuberculosis ghost! Take your stinky money and get out! Who knows if your sickness is on it after Chinese New Year? It's really bad luck!"

"Xiaoyun, it's just..."

"It's just what, Li Xunhuan, you sympathize with me, don't you pity me, don't you think I'm an orphan with no father and no mother, or a cripple with no power to restrain a chicken? Are you happy? What are you doing with the money now? , Insulting me, okay, you have achieved your goal, you can get out, you get out, it’s best to get out of Xingyunzhuang!!" Then he roared.

"No! Cough, cough, cough...Xiao Yun, I promised your mother to take good care of you by your side... If you want me to get lost, at least I have to wait until you can take care of yourself before I... Cough cough cough cough..."

"Cough, cough, why haven't you coughed to death, you sick ghost! You have ruined my Long family, and now there is an elder pretending to be my elder, Li Xunhuan, you are shameless! What are you so worried about? Do you stop when your family dies!"

"No, Xiaoyun, I...cough cough cough...cough cough cough cough..." The coughing man was a weak man who was stabbed by his nephew's sharp words and was bending over to cough out of breath.Anyone could see that he was dying of illness, his slightly curly hair shook with the trembling of his body, his face was pale, and he tightly covered his mouth with a silk handkerchief with his right hand. Mottled on the top, straightened up, stuffed the silk handkerchief into the sleeve without any trace, and was about to say something more when a big man with a beard pushed the door in and said:

"Master Yun, don't be too cruel. You know how much the young master has worried about you. I can hardly stand what you said just now, old iron, outside the door. If you really have such a conscience, you …”

"Chuan Jia! Cough cough, stop talking, Xiao Yun, don't read the book too late, go to bed earlier, I will come to see you tomorrow, Chuan Jia, let's go."

"Get out, get out, don't come here tomorrow, I feel disgusted when I see your hypocrite face, it's best that I don't see you again for the rest of my life!"

After closing the door, Li Tie and the two walked slowly towards the courtyard, "Master, why do you feel wronged for him? This Long family is not a good person, except Miss Biao, of course." Tie Chuanjia thought of Long Xiaoyun , couldn't help complaining on behalf of his young master.

"Chuanjia, don't say that again, Xiaoyun is just a child, besides, he is right, after all, I am sorry for them, and he should hate me...Shiyin, she should also hate me "Speaking of this, Li Xunhuan showed a bitter smile on his face, "Now that she's gone, if I didn't take good care of Xiaoyun, how should I explain to her?" He paused, then said softly: "Besides, I I don't simply regard Xiaoyun as a nephew, he is like my own son, isn't he? We have too many similarities." Growing up in the same place, and remembering the same woman deeply, Li Xunhuan thought in a daze.

"Young master..." Tie Chuanjia didn't know what to say, but he just slandered: If the little devil star has a bit of your temper, it's not bad. You are probably the only one in the world who thinks he looks like you. That little devil She looks just like his father, a wolf-hearted master!Of course, Li Xun Huan couldn't let Li Xun Huan know this, maybe he knew it vaguely in his heart, but he always felt that all of this was his fault, so he took all the responsibility for it as a matter of course.

A person's shoulders are only so broad, not to mention his sickly body, he may be tired, so let the sea of ​​regret slowly drown him.

But now he still can't die, Long Xiaoyun is not yet mature enough to face the bloody storm independently, he still needs the protection of Xiao Li Fei Dao, these are the reasons why he can't let go, and as long as Li Xun Huan still doesn't want to die, He can't die, which breaks the hearts of those who love him and those who hate him.His life is so exhausting, suffering and betrayal torment his body and mind, although his eyes are still gentle and flexible, bringing hope and vitality to others, but the loneliness and melancholy in his eyes are constantly eating away at his life.He is no longer young. Although he still does not look old on the outside, there is indeed a vicissitudes of soul living in this body. The disease has made his body thin, but his back is still straight.

"The plum blossoms are in full bloom." Li Xun Huan stopped, looked at Mei Lin in front of him, his eyes were a little blurred, he seemed to see something.At that time, the young and still young girls and boys shuttled and laughed under the plum blossoms. They knew each other that the other would be the one who would accompany them for the rest of their lives, but no one could have expected the impermanence of fate. , Thinking of this, his heart twisted, he habitually took out the wine bag and took a sip into his mouth, and then coughed loudly again, tears oozed from the corners of his eyes, mottled and crystal clear like ice chips falling from the edge of the eaves.Even if the love is deep but the relationship is shallow, the savior is perfect, and the wealth of the family is gone. Others laugh at him stupidly and call him cowardly, but he ignores it. He does not regret this decision. , but not having regrets doesn't mean that there won't be pain. He was in so much pain that no one saw him on the night Lin Shiyin got married.

Tie Chuanjia raised his head, and sure enough, the plum blossoms all over the garden were in bloom, and the pale snow dazzled the plum blossoms.Li Xun Huan was wearing a white fur coat, as pale as the snow in the garden, but paler than the snow was his face, like the finest white marble, clean but seldom lifeless, his lips were also pale, and when he smiled, it made him feel ashamed. People are like Mu Chunfeng, people say that people with thin lips are ruthless, Li Xunhuan also has thin lips, but he is a rare infatuated person in the world, at least Tie Chuanjia has never seen anyone who is more deeply hurt by love than him, because of the deep love so seriously injured.It is true that he also made mistakes during that period of the past, but he was not the only one who made mistakes, but he was the one who repaid the most.

It began to snow in the garden, and the snowflakes fell among the plums. The wind rolled up his sleeves and drove his hair. The large red plums in front of him were swaying in the snow. Seeing this scene, Tie Chuanjia began to panic. The young master seems to be about to go away.Tie Chuanjia is a sentimental man, even though it doesn't match his appearance, his eyes are red, thinking of Li Xunhuan's pain, he only feels pain inside.

When he was young, he was full of glory in fresh clothes and angry horses. He became famous at a young age and became a top student in high school. He grew up under the doting of his family, but he didn't grow up to be a young dandy who didn't know suffering and act recklessly. On the contrary, he understood the power of forgiveness better than anyone else. He understands the heaviness of life, but just when he is proud of his life, his fate takes a sudden turn for the worse. He made a big joke. His father and brother passed away, and he was hunted down and seriously injured. At this moment, he met Long Xiaoyun, and the tragedy really began.What could be sadder than meeting the wrong person at the wrong time?After ten years of wandering outside the customs, he was covered with injuries, and returning home did not give him comfort, only deeper pain.

"Chuanjia, I'm out of wine..." Li Xunhuan turned his head to interrupt Tie Chuanjia's thoughts, with an innocent expression on his face, "Hey, master, I'll get it right away, but young master, with your body, you should drink less ..." Tie Chuanjia habitually murmured,

"Okay, okay, go, I know it myself."

"Master, you are really..." As he said, Tie Chuanjia walked towards the wine cellar.This departure made Tie Chuanjia regret every time he thinks about it in the future. Who knows why such a good person disappeared like this.

Seeing Tie Chuanjia's leaving back, Li Xunhuan smiled apologetically, he still had wine, he just wanted to be alone for a while, even though Tie Chuanjia was his loyal servant, he always regarded him as a brother, he himself The pain must not be seen by those who care.Until Tie Chuanjia's back was completely out of sight, Li Xunhuan walked towards the depths of the Mei Lin.

Li Yuan's plums run through Li Xunhuan's past, watching the flowers bloom and fall, counting year after year, when the young man is happy in the rivers and lakes, the desire to gallop a horse and indulge in wine fades away, all he has left is to warm wine and talk poetry with his lover in winter, Playing the piano and appreciating the plum blossoms is just a hope, but Yiren has passed away, and the remaining hope has become a delusion. He carved a wooden statue of Lin Shiyin outside the pass for ten years, and now he continues. This day after day of sitting withered is like The continuation of that decade.He is really a contradictory person. He hates loneliness the most in his life, but he always associates with loneliness for most of his life.

The cold wind blows over the tops of the branches, and some red plums fall. No matter how strong the flowers are, they cannot escape the fate of perishing. Hold up the remaining flowers with your hands, and gently bury them in the snow. The whiteness of the snow is the best for the nobleness of the plums. The reply, the sentimentality of a literati in his bones has not been diminished by the disease at all.This scene is so beautiful that people can't hold their breath. Li Xunhuan is indeed worthy of the name of Tanhua. He is set off by the plum snow, and his every move can be painted. His complexion is white and his eyes are like spring water. What's more, his breath is so gentle. The footsteps are quiet, but this gentleness is like the afterglow of the setting sun sinking into the night, filled with sadness and sadness.

The disease carried in the mother's womb has lasted until now, and his life is like a dying lamp. What's more, he has been severely injured many times. Even if he is wrapped in a sable fur, he can't stand the wind. Only when he coughed did his face turn red. He was walking slowly towards the depths of the woods while holding onto the tree. He didn't want to go back to his room yet. Who knew if this was the last time he walked through Li Garden.Ah!Xiao Li Tanhua, who is famous all over the world, is unparalleled in flying knives, and he can't escape the tricks of death.

"Li Yuan, when did you become so big! Or is it that you are so weak that you don't even have the strength to finish walking?" Li Xunhuan smiled helplessly, no longer forcing himself, he leaned against the tree weakly Slowly sat down, took out the wine bag and took a couple of sips. At this moment, he was so cold, but even at the last moment of his life, he couldn't live without wine.I don't know whether the wine is controlled or not in the underworld, he thought idly, and then let his consciousness gradually blur, he is really tired, if he can't this time... Xiaoyun is considered a big boy... Suddenly, his eyes flashed There were many people and many things, but in the end it was fixed on the faces of Lin Shiyin and Long Xiaoyun,

"I'm sorry, Shiyin." He opened and closed his mouth soundlessly, and finally fell powerlessly into the snow.

Looking back at the way he came, he was shrouded in a strange fog and couldn't see clearly.Li Xunhuan, who lost consciousness, would not know that another period of his life had just begun.