He was looking for a woman named Ji Hu. It is said that she was a very famous concubine in the previous dynasty of Bi Kingdom.
Feng Xiaoya agreed with him.
He came in a hurry and left in a hurry without stopping.
Just before leaving, he took another look at the **** flower outside and said, "The **** flower is blooming."
Feng Xiaoya smiled: "Yes. I have seen it." After a pause, she asked, "Do you like it? Do you want to take one with you?"
"No. I don't like **** flowers."
"I know, you like pear blossoms."
Xue Cai's complexion changed slightly, as if he wanted to deny it, but finally turned into a sneer: "I'm not as cowardly as you."
Feng Xiaoya still smiled, but something condensed in her smile, turning as cold as snow: "You are not me. You have never been separated, and you will never forget."
I can't understand the mystery in their words, what they all said is too profound. I only saw their expressions, two completely different faces, but with exactly the same expression, that is—
A kind of care that has been tolerated to the extreme, and thus appears indifferent and ruthless.
The **** flowers bloomed one by one.
Another blossoming defeat.
Feng Xiaoya went out for a while, of course, in his carriage. When he came back, his body collapsed completely, and he didn't even have the strength to look out the window.
The housekeeper complained why he had to go out regardless of his health. Feng Xiaoya's answer was only one sentence: "Xue Cai came to beg me."
That's right, Xue Cai came to beg him, so he desperately wanted to help Xue Cai handle the matter.
This is their friendship.
It is also a promise between them.
I don't know if Feng Xiaoya helped Xue Cai find that woman named Ji Hu. All I know is that when the last **** flower withered, a shocking news spread across the ocean from the country of Bi——
Their prime minister, Xue Cai... is dead.
The servants in the mansion told me secretly that they heard from the palace servants that when our king heard the news, he immediately spilled the wine in his hands, and did not eat for three days and three nights.
I think I can understand your Majesty, because after hearing the news, I also couldn't eat for three days and three nights.
Although I only met Xue Cai twice, I will always remember the way he was sitting in the carriage looking at me from a distance, and how he jumped out of the carriage and turned around to help me.
His hands are so cold. I didn't notice it at the time, but now that I think about it, is he not in good health?
The butler walked into the hut tremblingly, and told Feng Xiaoya the news. Feng Xiaoya lay motionless on the bed, and didn't even open her eyes.
After the butler came out, he hid in the corner and cried. I handed the handkerchief to her, she wiped her red eyes, and said to me: "Cui Niang, tell me, is the young master going just like Xue Xiang..."
I hurriedly squeaked and comforted.
The housekeeper stared at the sky in the distance, and murmured: "It would be great if Qiu Jiang could come to see the young master..." After a pause, he shook his head again, "Forget it, she'd better not come."
Autumn ginger.
I finally heard the name of the man who couldn't even mention his name.
It turned out that her name was Jiang.
No wonder this mansion is full of **** flowers.
I never expected that the housekeeper's words came true.
On the second day, I secretly planted a pot of **** flowers in the greenhouse. The **** flower, which has lasted for a whole month, happily pushed open the wooden door. When I was about to tell Feng Xiaoya the good news, I saw the butler standing by the bed, Slowly covered Feng Xiaoya's face with a white blanket.
"Young master... went..."
the housekeeper said to me.
The flower in my hand just fell to the ground with a slap and smashed to pieces.
six
For ten years, I lived in the wooden house where Feng Xiaoya used to live, and continued to take care of those **** flowers. No one came to drive me away, so I have been living there.
No one has visited for ten years.
Only one day, when I got up in the morning and combed my hair, I saw through the window in the middle of the sea of flowers, there seemed to be a figure, graceful and graceful, like a woman.
I ran out in a hurry, but the man disappeared again.
I think this is probably my hallucination. Who would come to visit a master who has passed away, and the servants have also separated, and most of the house has been abandoned.
until this day—
Kong Sanguan came, stared fixedly at the brilliant snow-like sea of flowers, then looked at me, and asked me: "Cui Niang, do you... want to marry me?"
Tears suddenly appeared in my eyes.
As if returning to that rainy July, he walked over with an umbrella and asked the driver why he beat me.
It wasn't until after such a long time that I realized that—in fact, my life began to flourish from that day on.
"I, I think, I, we are destined. It's been ten years, and you are still here, and I haven't gone anywhere, so I just came here. We are both old, so, should you consider it and get together? ?” Kong Sanguan asked me like this.
To be together of course!
I guard this **** flower because I have witnessed with my own eyes how those people cannot be together.
No matter how good they are, no matter how powerful they are, they, Feng Xiaoya and Xue Cai, cannot be with the person they like. So one can only look at flowers and think about others, and the other dedicated his life and took his own life.
I don't want to be like them!
I want to be with you.
seven
There is **** on the other side. And **** is always on the other side.
postscript
In 2010, after finishing "Tu Bi", I wrote a lot of extras, one of which was about Ji Hu. In that episode, Ji Hu and Yan Rui had a teacher-student relationship. My screenwriter friend Guo Baoxian told me seriously after watching the episode: "I don't like this episode at all. You ruined Ji Hu in my mind."
I was shocked and puzzled.
In my setting, under the guidance of Yan Rui, Ji Hu became the master of the Four Kingdoms Genealogy, but he wanted to change the world with great righteousness... )
Then several years passed. When I started writing "Return", I finally understood why Guo Baoxian said that. Ji Hu really shouldn't be like that in that episode. She should be more rebellious, bolder, more painful, and more lonely. She is a fighter who has been forgotten on the fringes of the battlefield. When she wakes up, all her comrades are dead, and the battle continues.
Therefore, I have been writing on the return journey, and I have been very depressed and exhausted. I stop and write for many years.
But luckily, I finally got over that hurdle. I stopped it and went to write "Shi Yan" first, and when "Shi Yan" was finished, Ji Hu's face was already very clear in my mind. I can see her every frown and smile, and I can also see the scars under her smile. She never groans, never confides, and hides the secret until the end with a smile.
I finally finished "The Homecoming".
When the fifth volume was written, there were actually many, many stories. I found that the writing was getting longer and longer, and it was so long that I couldn't finish it. When I was having a headache, the editor Nuan Nuan said to me: "How many books are there in the Huo Nation series?"
"It's gone after writing the return journey."
"What? There are only three? Why do you have to collect four copies of 'Sinking Fish, Falling Geese, Closed Moon and Shameful Flowers'? Four countries, how can you favor one over another? One for each country!"
"Eh? But Yiguo...I've never thought about its story!"
"Then you start thinking about—"
I thought and thought, and found that there are indeed many plots that can be moved to Yiguo to write. Moreover, "Tu Bi" was written too hastily back then, and many things about He Yi were mentioned in one stroke. Even about Xue Cai, he only wrote about his ending eight years later.
In the eight years, so many things happened, and the truth was hidden layer by layer.
Since it's not time to part, why not make tea, listen to the rain, and talk about your life?
I have many, many details to say about these people.
Laiyi, coming at the right time, is a word full of mystery. If I had really finished writing The Return Journey eight years ago, I would have lost it.
It came late, but well, it came.
So, this is the end of "Return", let's see you in "Lai Yi".
Fourteen Que at the deserted seaside in March