Southern flower locust

Chun Manyue doesn't like trains, and has never liked them.

Squeezing the ticket in her hand, Chun Manyue turned her head and glanced back, and finally embarked on the return journey.

There were not many people in the boat, and Chun Manyue looked around for her room.It happened that a person was walking towards him, and the hull of the boat shook when passing by him, and that person bumped into Chun Manyue.

"Ah, sorry."

The small box Chun Manyue was holding fell to the ground, and the luggage inside fell all over the ground.

The man squatted on the ground to help pick up things, and saw an object wrapped in red cloth.The head of the Diancui hairpin inside was exposed, and before the person took a closer look, Chun Manyue snatched the hairpin, quickly packed her luggage and left.

Because she didn't want to communicate with others, Chun Manyue bought a ticket for one person.After sitting on the soft sleeper, he raised his head halfway, with compassionate eyes.

Nanhe must be in a hurry now.

When he got home, he might be able to see the distraught Nan He waiting for him, hugging him distressedly without saying a word.

It is also possible that Nanhe will never appear in front of him again.

He has a shallow relationship, and he has always known it.

Many years ago, he was the one with clear features in the teahouse, the panicked one under the magnolia tree, and the one who raised his eyes and drank Pu'er.

Nan He really thought that it was because of his soft heart that he was reluctant to drive away a stranger?

It's just because of the shallowness, but because of the deep love.

The pain of being bitten by countless small insects came from the throat, Chun Manyue couldn't help coughing, maybe he didn't cough, he was already speechless.

Chun Manyue thought, one wife and one son, absolutely must hold Nanhe back.

"That man, is there something wrong?" In the tea room on the boat, the man who accidentally bumped into Chun Manyue that day pointed at him and asked.

The person being questioned signaled him to keep silent: "Shhh, he's probably dumb, and he smells like medicine all over his body, just know it and don't provoke him."

Dumb, the man inadvertently glanced at the full moon again.

"I think he looks rich. Does the family care?"

"Oh, what are you talking about, other people's affairs. By the way, why are you planning to go back? Didn't you say that you have already found a job?"

"Uh," the man touched his nose and said, "Isn't this going to go back and see his wife and children?"

The man smiled awkwardly, and after saying goodbye to him, he stood in the corner and watched Chun Manyue enter the room with dim eyes.

Chun Manyue drank the medicine and lay down as usual. According to the schedule, she could arrive tomorrow, but she felt inexplicably uneasy.He tightly held the Diancui hairpin in his hand, and accidentally pricked his thumb by the head of the hairpin, and blood seeped through the red cloth.

Putting her thumb in her mouth and licking it, Chun Manyue blinked, a little dizzy.

This feeling of inexplicable discomfort suddenly rushed to the heart and went straight to the throat.Chun Manyue pinched his throat, this uncomfortable thing could not come up, he realized something was wrong.

When I went out to fetch water today, I seemed to accidentally hit someone again. This time, the hull of the boat was obviously not shaking, but he heard the person on the other side say: "Ah, I'm sorry, I hit you again. The boat seems unstable. .”

Because I never cared, I took the water glass that the other party helped me pick up and left.

Chun Manyue took the water glass on the table tremblingly, touched the bottom, felt a chill in her heart, she was calculated.

Struggling to crawl to the door, he couldn't make a sound, and had to find someone for help as soon as possible.

There was still a distance, Chun Manyue covered her mouth and choked out a mouthful of black blood.In an instant, the sky was dim, and he had never felt the passing of life like today.

Even when I swallowed that hot coal, I never felt such despair of impending death.

It suddenly occurred to him that he hadn't seen the magnolia tree blooming in Nanhe's courtyard yet.

I don't know how long it took, but the scenery of the room in the ship was always in front of him. He thought he was not dead at first, so he tried to move his hands and blinked his eyes.

Turns out, it can't be done.

Chun Manyue heard the sound of the door, and a man walked in. He looked intently, and it was the man who accidentally bumped into him twice.

He rummaged through his suitcase, found his wallet, and continued rummaging through the suitcase.

The man didn't seem to find what he wanted, turned his head in doubt, and fixed his eyes on Chun Manyue's hand.

Chun Manyue wants to scream, wants to scream, this hairpin must never be taken away.

However, what he wanted most was that Nanhe would not be held back by his wife and children.

He regretted it.

On that day when the fire in the house was burning and the snow was swaying outside the window, since he swallowed that hot coal, he regretted it.

The man took the hairpin from his hand, opened the strip of cloth and looked carefully, smiled with satisfaction, and then looked at the full moon on the ground.

"Don't blame me, I have no choice but to exchange your life for my whole family, isn't it your merit?" Seeing Chun Manyue's eyes fixed on him, the man worriedly put his hand in front of his nose and probed. , retracted like an electric shock, "Are you not dead?!"

The man panicked instantly, he took out the knife he had prepared earlier, and stabbed Chun Manyue's heart all at once.

"This is troublesome, and I have to deal with you."

After waiting for a while, he stretched out his hand again, and this time he breathed a sigh of relief, but said to himself again.

"The last person I see before I die will be haunted by a ghost." The man looked at Chun Manyue's eyes that were tightly open, and tried to close his eyes, but he couldn't close them anyway.

A cruel, man's knife is aimed at these eyes that can be called gods.

The man only remembered that he seemed to have seen these eyes somewhere, as if he had seen them on the brightly dressed heroes on the stage at the entrance of the village in every festival when he was young.

The actors who pretended to be heroes.

"Hello, is this the home of Mr. Chunmanyue?"

Nanhe stood up, looked at the two policemen in front of him, and nodded.

"We salvaged a corpse from the river, and we initially suspected it belonged to Mr. Chun Manyue after inspection. What is your relationship with him?"

The Jiuchun Building was completed in the spring of this year. On the day the plaque of the Jiuchun Building was hung up, the magnolias in the backyard were full of trees.

There is no atmosphere of modern life in the building, the jade buckle paper on the table, the thin gold body on the paper, and the revolving lantern with a green hairpin in a place that only one person knows.

After the mud house was hidden in the Jiuchun Building, the stove was turned on again, but only the rising milky white mist remained.

Having been with Chun'er for a long time, Nanhe is no longer used to those hard foods, even rice, and he usually has a small appetite.

People are gone, but people are still there.

Nanhe skillfully fiddled with the porcelain pots and jars on the table. In the past, she always thought that Chun'er liked these antiques, so when she saw a good-looking one, she wanted to take it home. Only now did she realize that the one who really liked these was actually herself. .

While making the gel, Huang Xiaonian suddenly came in from outside the door.

"Go out." Nan He stared coldly, not wanting to see this person.

He inquired clearly about the ins and outs of that day afterwards, and he also knew why he ran into Huang Xiaonian who should not have appeared there a few days earlier when he went back a few days earlier.

He didn't know what the man said to Chun'er, but he could tell that Chun'er was getting worse day by day.

"Ninth Brother, he's gone, I'm still here," Huang Xiaonian didn't expect that Chun Manyue would leave as soon as she left, but she can't be blamed for this, she is also a victim, right? ?

"You guys will have no results from the beginning, no matter what, you will go back with me, okay, yes, you go back with me, you go and see Nansang, you still have Nansang!"

"Yes, he's gone, but I'm still here." Nan He looked towards the lotus pond outside the building, and it was considered as being together forever.

Huang Xiaonian saw that Nanhe started fiddling with the things on the table again, so she turned around helplessly and asked Senlu for help.

"I beg you, let him go back, he only listens to you now."

Senlu stared at the plaque of Jiuchun Building in front of the building and shook his head.Nanhe created a lifelong prison for himself, and he planned to be trapped in it for the rest of his life.

Senlu walked into the room, sat next to Nanhe, and asked, "When did the love start?"

Nan He smiled: "The alleyway ditty."

He also said: "The highland barley has been brewed, and I will send you a few jars every year in the future, don't worry."

Mori laughed bitterly a few times, but finally said solemnly, "Take care."

"You are the one who has to take care," after all, it was Nan He who let go of Pharmacopoeia Hall.Thinking about it, Nan He suddenly put down the things in his hands, with a serious expression, "I have something to trouble you."

"Prisoner?"

Nanhe nodded. The result of the police investigation was to make money, but they failed to catch the murderer.This prisoner, even if Nan He puts all his life into it, he will pay with his blood.

After thinking about it, Mori said, "It's not easy to find."

Chun Manyue was discovered by a fisherman. Before that, no one on the boat noticed that the person was missing, and when the body was found, the boat had already arrived at the shore.

It can be said that there is no way to start this matter. Is it impossible to call everyone back for trial?

"So please pay attention, it is not convenient for me to contact the outside world."

"It's not convenient for you to lock yourself up." Mori blurted out.

"I thought the same way before. Locking yourself up because of setbacks is the most cowardly behavior." Nan He bowed his head, "Just because I made Chun'er brave, he lost his life that could have been stable."

"Chun'er is right, there is something wrong in his life."

But fate sometimes likes to toss people like this. When you think that nothing worse than this will happen, something worse will happen.

My life is up to me, it is for those who are favored by fate.

Ordinary people like them, once they have the idea of ​​letting my life go, they will often be hit even harder.

"You don't have to worry too much about the two mothers and sons. I have already made up for what should be compensated, and the rest can't be compensated." Nanhe paused, "Tell her that this is fate, and what she said to Chun'er will be returned together." give her."

After sending Senlu away, Nanhe brewed a pot of Pu'er tea, took a xylophone and sat under a tree to play the tune.

There is no transparent horn dancing in front of me, but that horn lives in my heart, engraved in my bones.

In this life, there may be no sun to rise and no star to sink.

The author has something to say: the end of love is the endless sky.

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