Kuaichuanzhi and Zha Gong are in deep love

Jian Shou was holding a wisp of dream-returning incense, and the misty white smoke that permeated the air was the smell of flowers and trees after being washed by the night rain.

With intoxicating sweetness, it can lead the sleeping person into an abyss-like trap.

In the dream, it was snowing heavily in the middle of winter, and flakes of plain white like goose feathers fell.

The snow water mixed into the clothes was as cold as the bone marrow, and Jian Zhizhang, who was standing outside the door, heard the midwife's surprise congratulations in a daze.

Jinniang bore him a son.

Jian Zhizhang didn't have time to think about it, and the sense of disobedience was overwhelmed by the great joy.

He lifted the cloak that fell to the ground in three steps and ran into the back room in two steps!

Jian Shou holding the incense stands in the snow scene, no one can see him.

This is not only the dream that Jian Shou weaves for Jian Zhizhang, but also the memory that Jian Zhizhang stores.

True or false, it's just to do it again, and it's more thorough.

Jian Shou walked into the back room with Zhang Shi who was left behind.

The protagonist in this dream is not only Jian Zhizhang, but also Zhang Shi who fell into the dream together.

Unlike Jian Zhizhang, Mrs. Zhang has been standing under the umbrella held up by the servants.

Her body was not wet at all, and her demeanor was still dignified, if the hatred in her eyes could be ignored.

Jian Shou is like an outsider, taking their every attitude into his eyes.

His eyes are like the cleanest mirror, reflecting all the conditions of life into it.

Probably because of his eyes, Jian Shou can read other people's memories and weave their dreams.

It's just that he has never used this kind of ability before, so it is inevitable that he is a bit unfamiliar with it now.

What will happen when Jian Zhizhang's memory and Zhang's memory are fused together?

Jian Shou looked into the inner curtain, the end of his eyes were stained red by the wind and snow.

Jinniang was lying on the bed, too tired to speak, her face was pale and sweaty.

But no matter how tired she was, her eyes were still glued to the baby, and her eyes were full of love.

After all, dreams are different from reality, and Zhang's emotions are getting more and more open.

Standing beside her, Jian Shou clearly heard her coldly snort, and said in a spiteful tone,

"I clearly gave her medicine from the Western Regions, but why was she able to give birth safely!?"

Jian Zhizhang, who was holding the baby, was taken aback for a moment, then turned around: "What did you say?"

Mrs. Zhang was obviously taken aback, since she didn't expect to say what was in her heart.

She didn't expect Jian Zhizhang to hear it, she opened her lips, her face turned pale.

You should have said it...

Jian Shou Subai flicked the cigarette ash with his fingertips, and a more intense fragrance burst out immediately.

There was a flash of confusion in Zhang's eyes, and then the words spit out uncontrollably.

"What qualifications do you have to ask me? As the mistress, I just watched you dote on a concubine, and I don't have to worry about it, but she absolutely shouldn't have given birth to a son, Jian Zhizhang, you have to remember, What did you promise when you married me!"

Jian Zhizhang hugged the child, feeling unreal. This scene was too familiar, but it made him panic because of the strangeness.

"what have you done!?"

His chest expanded and contracted greatly with this fierce questioning.

The baby in his arms suddenly let out a loud cry, and Jian Zhizhang lowered his head to look...

I saw a pair of tearful eyes, one was as red as weeping blood, and the other was as dark as an abyss.

Jian Zhizhang stared, his mind blank for a long time, until he heard Zhang's sharp laughter.

"Hahahahaha, monster! She gave birth to a monster! It turns out that the spice has such an effect!"

Her eyes were full of cruel pride, "Jian Zhizhang, take a good look, who can give birth to your son!"

"You, what did you do?"

Jian Zhizhang looked at her in disbelief, as if he just knew her, "How dare you!"

Mrs. Zhang seemed to have nothing to fear, she asked back: "Why don't I dare? Jian Zhizhang, you have no relationship with me as husband and wife, so naturally I don't have to show mercy to you!"

The baby in his arms was still crying non-stop, and the crying gradually became hoarse and shrill.

Jian Zhizhang's scalp became numb when he heard it, and he didn't dare to take another look at the red and black pupils.

Jinniang on the bed called him Yonglang angrily, one after another, hitting Jian Zhizhang's heart like a dying cry.

It made Jian Zhizhang feel as if something was about to burst out of his chaotic mind.

He looked back at Jinniang in panic, but he couldn't let go of his hands that were raised high.

He should have killed this monster... He shouldn't have pity on Jinniang...

"Yonglang, that's my child, our child..."

Tears poured out of her eyes continuously, and the quilt on her body was also soaked red with large areas of blood.

Seeing Jinniang like this, Jian Zhizhang's expression suddenly became distorted, as if he was about to cry.

He put the child in his hand beside Jinniang, and ran away without looking back.

Jian Shou looked out the window, a gap was slowly torn open at the end of the misty sky, and thousands of beams of cold light shot into the dreamland.

A memory is over, some people should wake up...

The morning sun had just come in, and Mrs. Zhang propped herself up with her forehead.

Such a dream is really too absurd!Wherever the fingertips touched, there was cold sweat.

But luckily it was a dream, so Mrs. Zhang let out a long sigh of relief and raised her eyes...

Jian Zhizhang next to her had already woken up, staring at her silently, showing no emotion.

Mrs. Zhang stared at those eyes that were clouded by time, and her pupils trembled slightly.

She opened the corners of her mouth and raised the wrinkles on her face: "Master, what's the matter?"

Jian Zhizhang looked away calmly, lifted the quilt and got out of bed: "It's nothing, I just remembered some old things."

He didn't point it out, but Zhang's heart skipped a beat, not knowing what he was thinking of.

Standing in front of the window, Jian Zhizhang took the hot towel from the maid, his eyes were covered with a layer of white mist.

For thirty and three years, the past between him and Jinniang was like old wine buried underground.

Everyone will forget it, but they can't stop it from fermenting.

After many years, I took a sip unexpectedly, and it was so spicy that I shed tears, and it was also the most mellow aftertaste.

"I was wondering why Jinniang died that year."

He left such a sentence lightly, and the quilt under Zhang's palm was torn out of shape by her.

"Could it be that the master has forgotten that Jinniang has been in poor health since she gave birth to the root cause of her illness, and a cold spell will kill her."

Jian Zhizhang didn't answer any more, and the maid who waited on him to change his clothes buried her head deeply...

"woke up?"

Qin Shou lowered his body and touched Jian Shou's nose: "You are sleeping very deeply."

Jian Shou opened his eyes, and there was a slight glint of water at the end of his eyes: "Wake up."

Qin Shou kissed the end of his eyes: "But what dream did you have?"

Why are you crying……

Jian Shou touched the corners of his eyes that had been gently touched, and immediately bent his eyebrows: "I found out that I seem to have incredible abilities."

When Qin Shou heard this, he was overjoyed, and it was rare that Ah Shou took the initiative to show off to himself.

He boasted: "Then our Ah Shou is really powerful, what kind of ability is it?"

Jian Shou's eyes wandered over Qin Shou's facial features, with a gentle gleam: "You will know in the future."

…………

For several days, it was an endless nightmare.

Back in time in the dream, piece by piece, piece by piece, I went through my life at that time again.

Mrs. Zhang quickly became haggard. The murderer who killed her son has not been found yet, and Jian Zhizhang's attitude towards her has become more and more indifferent.

The fear of the unknown enveloped her, and something was out of control.

This day Jian Yun came over to say good morning, seeing Zhang's troubled and distressed appearance.

Swipe back the maid behind her, stand behind her and massage her shoulders, with the right amount of hands.

"If mother feels tired, why don't you let the Fuchu musicians play a song for you?"

Mrs. Zhang patted the back of his hand, and just about to refuse, Jian Zhizhang walked in: "When will there be a musician in the mansion?"

Jian Yun replied: "I just heard it one day and thought it was wonderful, so my son invited him back to the mansion."

"In that case, let's call."

Since he ruined his appearance, it was rare for Jian Yun to be recognized by Jian Zhizhang, so he was a little excited this time.

Hastily called the young servant to his side and said: "Quickly invite Biezhi's musician to the middle hall."

a little while...

Jian Shou walked in with an ancient wooden Qixian in his arms, and the white cloud-jumping shoes fell to the ground silently.

Jian Yun looked at his appearance, the scar under the veil seemed to be twisting vividly.

Wait a little longer, just wait a little longer, he can take off his veil, and talk to the luthier openly...

Jian Shou sat down in front of his desk, and lit a stick of dream-returning incense in front of everyone.

The cuffs hang down on the forearm, and the round pink fingertips are pressed against the strings.

A prelude like glass colliding burst out from between the silver strings.

A lingering wisp of mist climbed forward, and everyone who smelled the fragrance slowly fell into chaos...

…………

When Jian Yun was 13 years old, Jin Niang entered the prefect's mansion.

Different from the bright and straightforward women in the north, Jinniang even greeted him in a soft voice.

The slightly upturned arc of the corners of the mouth when smiling is also very cute

Jinniang often stays in her yard and does not go out, and Jian Yun rarely sees her.

In the following days, Jinniang has been favored all the time, and Jian Yun has been watching her secretly at various banquets.

When did you first have such a desire for Jinniang?

It was on the night when he just turned 14, when the first housemaid appeared in his room.

What he called was Jinniang's name.

It is a big secret and scandal that the son covets the bedside of Lao Tzu.

As expected, the first servant girl did not survive the night.

Jian Yun could hide it from Jian Zhizhang, but he couldn't hide it from Zhang Shi who cared so much for him.

Then two years later, the Zhang family hastily arranged a marriage for him, and married Duan Wanying, the daughter of a local wealthy businessman, into the mansion.

But this idea of ​​secret obsession has not been completely cut off.

Instead, after being sheltered, it quietly thrived, dormant and waiting for an opportunity.

On the winter solstice of the same year, Jinniang gave birth to a monster and was driven into a side courtyard.

Jian Yun knew that her chance had come, and often went to the side courtyard on the pretext of sending some daily necessities.

Jinniang didn't know his purpose at first, and was even grateful for Jian Yun's charity.

Even if there isn't any good tea in the house, whenever he comes, there will be some hot water.

But no matter how cautious Jian Yun is, no matter how defenseless Jin Niang is.

In five years, she finally noticed Jian Yun's infidelity.

Jinniang's deliberate avoidance angered Jian Yun, and he no longer provided subsidies to the partial hospital.

Some slavish servants weighed their master's attitude and began to embarrass Jinniang, sometimes they couldn't even have a full meal.

Jian Yun didn't give up on Jinniang, on the contrary, he was just waiting for the opportunity.

Waiting for an opportunity that would push Jinniang to a dead end, he asked her to beg him personally!

Jian Yun didn't wait long, and Jian Shou happened to have a fatal serious illness when he was five years old.