tea bell

Qiancha sent someone to spread the word that Jiang Yue would perform the last lantern dance tonight.

She asked Zhiyu if she would come to see her.

Hearing this, Zhiyu was standing in front of the desk and writing to deal with important matters, she responded with a light yes, and sent Xiao Yao away.

There were many fires around the desk, and Zhiyu tried hard to recall Jiang Yue who was dancing in red in front of her one night a year ago, but she couldn't think clearly.

After a while, she lowered her head, only to find that, at some point, she had already written several Jiang Yues on the paper.

Zhiyu folded the paper and put it aside.

It has been half a month since Youdu came back, Zhiyu vaguely remembered that Jiang Yue's brows and eyes were full of strangeness that day, and she refused to say a word to her.

After a moment of distraction, he put down the pen.

Jiangyue's favorite lamp was still lit beside the table, and Zhiyu returned to Yushan from Beihao Mountain with nothing but this lamp.

There are two, one is placed beside the bed, and the other is this one.

Tonight the moon is thick, hanging curved, Zhiyu looked at the sky, thinking, Jiangyue should be very happy at such a night, Jiangyue has always been strict with herself, always saying, night, moon, lights, flowers, An umbrella, if one is missing, she will not dance the lantern dance.

When Zhizhi arrives, Yishan Mountain is very lively, many people have gathered outside the flower bushes, as I have seen many times, the lanterns and umbrellas are ready.

The difference is that what blooms tonight is the real Bana flower.

Yu Shan doesn't have it, Beihao Mountain doesn't have it, and Zhiyu doesn't have the red Bana.

Zhiyu saw Qiancha at the front of the crowd, so she flew over and sat on the empty seat beside her.

Qiancha turned to look at her, and said in a low voice, "You should have come earlier."

Zhiyu thought for a long time, wanted to ask something, but didn't know what to ask.

Not long after, Jiang Yue's lantern dance began.

Jiang Yue touched the ground with her toes, and walked over from there while jumping.

Zhiyu raised her eyes to look at Jiang Yue, and saw that around Jiang Yue's neck was the belt she had given her before.

The belt fluttered with the wind, and then fell due to the jade pendant with a tail in a moment.

Zhiyu was preoccupied, this scene overlapped with the memory of that night, Zhiyu stared at the person in front of him, there was no sound in his ears, no applause from others, no praise, only Jiang Yue's soft singing .

crescent moon.

crescent flower.

Zhiyu saw that she had successfully picked up the flower, and then threw it beautifully into the air, as if there were two blooming Bana flowers blooming under the moonlight.

Jiang Yue's eyebrows and eyes are all smiling, looking at the flowers, the moon, the umbrella, the audience, and Zhiyu.

In the end, Jiang Yue held the flower to her mouth, and the applause around Zhiyu gradually fell into her ears.

She twitched her lips and clapped along.

Jiang Yue stood up among the flowers, raised her hand to thank the audience, but at the moment of tiptoe, her body suddenly went limp and fell down.

Jiang Yue didn't fall down among the flowers, she was embraced by Zhiyu.

At the same time as the flower fell from her mouth, Zhiyu saw her spit out a big mouthful of blood.

"Jiang Yue!" Zhiyu frowned, the sudden situation made her panic, she clenched her hands tightly, and hurriedly asked: "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Yue was weak all over, and her face turned pale instantly.

Zhiyu frowned, but Jiang Yue showed no sign of panic.

Zhiyu asked anxiously again: "What's wrong with you? Where are you hurt?"

After a while, Jiang Yue smiled at her: "You are Zhi Yu?"

After the words fell, Jiang Yue vomited another mouthful of blood.

Zhiyu was extremely flustered, and asked tremblingly, "How could you, how could you vomit blood?"

Zhiyu turned around and asked Qiancha who was walking up to her, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with her?"

Qiancha's face was serious, but she didn't speak, she just shook her head.

Zhiyu's hands trembled, as if she realized something, but she couldn't figure it out. She suddenly panicked, and when she turned her head, a tear flowed from the corner of her eye, slid across her cheek, and landed on Jiang Yue's lips.

Jiang Yue raised her hand with difficulty, caressed Zhiyu's cheek, and her fingers stopped beside Zhiyu's tears.

"I know very well that I don't know you, but I always feel sad when I see you. Why do you..." Jiang Yue's breath was weak, but she gave Zhiyu a gentle smile, and asked in a low voice, "Are you crying for me?"

"What, what? Why don't you know me?" Zhiyu covered Jiangyue's hand, raised her head and asked Qiancha: "What happened to her? What happened to her? How could she be hurt so badly?"

Qiancha said softly: "I have been poisoned by the red cricket, and the poison has penetrated into the blood."

Zhi Yu was frightened, lost her mind and said: "What?"

Zhi Yu burst into tears: "What is the poison of the red tortoise, why have I never heard of it?"

Zhiyu looked down at Jiang Yue, sobbing in his throat: "When did you get poisoned? Why didn't you tell me?"

She still wanted to say something, but found that Jiang Yue's hand on her face suddenly became weak and was slipping.

Zhiyu quickly grasped it, and pressed Jiang Yue's hand to her face.

Jiang Yue is so weak, she can understand everything.

"No, you will be fine, no, Jiang Yue, you will be fine."

Zhiyu turned to look at Qiancha, and begged: "Save her, please, please save her."

Qiancha shook her head at Zhiyu.

Zhiyu was extremely flustered, and held Jiang Yue's hand tightly: "How could it be, it's impossible."

Jiang Yue smiled faintly, weakly, and seemed to want to say something, but she couldn't open her mouth anyway, and she was about to close her eyes when she saw it.

"No, no, no, you can't sleep." Zhiyu held Jiang Yue's hand and said tremblingly, "Look at me, look at me!"

Jiang Yue couldn't laugh anymore, she looked up at Zhiyu with all her strength, and squeezed out two words: "Thank you."

Jiang Yue finally closed her eyes, and the hand that was attached to Zhiyu's face finally lost all strength and slipped from her palm.

Zhiyu half-kneeled on the ground, looked at the lifeless person in his arms, trembling, and after a long time, he hugged her tightly in his arms, crying bitterly.

"Wake up! Wake up, Jiang Yue, you can't, you can't..."

"No! Jiang Yue!"

Zhiyu burst into tears, and buried her head on Jiang Yue's shoulder.

The body of the person in his arms turned cold little by little, the cold air permeated through the clothes of the two of them and penetrated into Zhiyu's flesh and bones.

"Ah..." Zhiyu burst into tears, the person in his arms was getting colder and colder, and the palms of his hands were getting colder.

Zhiyu, she held onto Jiang Yue's clothes tightly, she said intermittently: "It was you, you told me, no, me, without me, you will be happy in the future."

"You lied to me! You lied to me!"

Zhiyu hugged Jiang Yue, crying with a low head.

The people in the audience have dispersed, and the breeze blows away the blooming flowers on the other side of the stage, and the petals fall everywhere.

It's just that Zhiyu was wrong, and Jiang Yue didn't lie to her. This year, she lived happily, picking flowers and dancing every day, enjoying herself at ease.

It's just a pity that Jiang Yue never knew.

That day under the peach blossom tree, she was picking up a lantern, and after the song was over, she was held in Zhiyu's arms, and Zhiyu's soft voice calling Jiangyue was true and true, she was indeed speaking to her.

The affection in Zhi Yu's eyes was also given to her.

But she will never know.

Never know.

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