Aunt Xi sat on the bed, looking at his white hair, a little surprised, her heart ached slightly, "You..."
He raised his robe and sat down on the stool beside the bed, looking at her quietly.
He smiled, stretched out his hand to hold her hair, and said warmly: "It feels good to see you still sitting here."
Aunt Xi's voice was low and hoarse, "Yes, life is actually not a bad thing."
"You and I are both old, and we don't have much time left. We shouldn't waste it like this." He said, taking something out of his arms and putting it in front of her.
Auntie Xi took a closer look and found that it was actually a moldy embroidered purse.
She also smiled, "You still keep it?"
"Yes, it has fallen off the thread and is stained with mildew, which cannot be washed away. But it is still a thing from my youth. It is valuable, so I kept it with me. I think about it, I will also bring it to the coffin for my burial in the future.
Item." He just shook it and put it back in his sleeve pocket.
Aunt Xi frowned, "This is a bit shabby as a burial object."
Chu Shoufu put his hands in his sleeve pockets and said thoughtfully: "Is it shabby? There's nothing you can do about it. This is the only precious thing I have in my life."
Grandma Xi smiled, her eyes turning red.
"Have you ever hated me?" she asked.
He thought for a while, "Hate? I have wanted to kill you, but I can't force others to do something difficult. Later, when I thought about it from your perspective, I understood. In fact, this is fine. If you get started, you won't be able to do anything.
Year, you will die, there are always so many cruel people in the world."
Aunt Xi nodded, "I was afraid of death back then."
He said: "I'm afraid of death. I can't marry you back. I still know that you are in the palace and that you are alive and well. Look, this life has passed. We are all well, so we are lucky."
He looked at her dreamingly, then shook his head slightly, "Look, you have become so old. Why do I always feel that you still have the same face as before when I look at you?"
"Yes, I really can't bear to meet you. You are the only one who remembers what I looked like when I was young." Aunt Xi sighed.
Before she left the palace and went to the palace, he rarely went to accompany the Supreme Emperor. If he went, she usually avoided him. Even if he met him, he would just look at each other without even saying hello.
So, these years, we are really at peace with each other.
"In a flash, beauties grow old and heroes grow old." He said.
Aunt Xi laughed again, "I have never been a beauty."
"Who are you? Which old lady is as good-looking as you?" He looked at it again, as if he couldn't get enough, and as if this separation might mean that we would never see each other again.
Grandma Xi’s tears welled up in her eyelashes.
"The person who harmed you has been dealt with, and the Chu family should be put in order. If you are willing in the future, I will come to see you when I have time. If you don't want to see me, we should just stay safe as before," he said.
Aunt Xi looked at him and shook her head, "We are not necessarily in peace. If you want to come, then come. It's almost time to die. I'm not afraid of what others will say, even if you come over to talk to me and have a drink.
Tea, listening to the wind and watching the rain are better than me alone."
Chu Shoufu laughed like a child and raised his head slightly to reveal that his face under the white hair was actually full of light, "Well, you know I'm busy and I may not come here often. Let's take a look.
Let’s talk about it later.”
He stood up, stretched out his hand to hold her hair, and said softly: "Live a few more years, we will all work hard to live a few more years."