The sun shines brightly, and the heart has no shadow.
What kind of place is this?
Suddenly I remembered what I said a long, long time ago.
A pot of wine, a small boat, two people, chatting and laughing on the shore of mountains and rivers, wandering between heaven and earth; admiring flowers in spring, enjoying the breeze in summer, looking at the crescent moon in autumn, watching the falling snow in winter...
Build a small wooden house near a mountain stream, dye it red, with gurgling water nearby, green grass, birds singing, wild flowers everywhere, a whole garden of wild roses, and a long wooden bridge leading to the river.
At the other end of the bridge. Sitting on the bridge, you can watch the sun rise and set during the day, and enjoy the stars in the sky at night. There are only two of us, and my head rests on his shoulder, dependent on each other for life.
Hold your son's hand and grow old together with him.
Together for all eternity.
This is the life I have been looking forward to. A fairy-like life. Although I understand that it is unrealistic and a little naive, there is still a place in my heart for this dream. A beautiful dream.
But at this moment, as I was walking in this courtyard, I thought that my dream had become a reality.
Under the long wooden bridge are white lotuses in full bloom. The green leaves wash out green ripples in the breeze. They spread endlessly.
A small red wooden house is not far away. There are a few words written on it, called Jinyuan. The wooden house has a long corridor and eaves. There is also a swing wrapped with a bouquet of flowers tied in front of the door. The petals are a little faded.
But it's not dry or rotten, so it must have been replaced with a new one not long ago.
After walking a few steps, I heard the sound of gurgling water. It turned out that the yard in front of the house was filled with wild roses. A small stream flowed through it, and there were many green grasses in the water.
The lakeside under the wooden bridge is full of weeping willows, and the breeze blows, and the catkins fall down.
My eyes felt a little hot.
Am I in a dream?
I walked up the bluestone steps carefully and came to the wooden door. I took a deep breath and then pushed it open with trembling fingers.
After just one glance, I stayed there in a daze. Then, without any warning, I burst into tears.
The fragments buried deep in my memory flashed before my eyes one after another, as if they happened yesterday.
"Brother Sima... let's run away... escape from this world together... to see the sky, the sea, the mountains, the sunset, the endless sky... to see through the world of mortals... to see through this world... to transcend this world.
..." The young man held a jar of fragrant Baihua Qingmei wine and said to the man next to him.
"Brother Sima...if you were the emperor, I would give you all the wealth in the world..." The young man's expression was full of promise.
"Xiao Jin, if you were a woman..." the man's tone was bitter.
"If one of us is a man and the other is a woman, we will become husband and wife and live together forever..." The young man's face turned slightly red, but he quickly changed the subject.
"What kind of beauty picture is this? Is Brother Sima deliberately teasing Xiao Jin into pretending to be a man? He painted so many beauties into pictures of me transforming into an ugly woman. They are neither male nor female..." The young man was embarrassed, but still pretended.
If nothing happens.
He called out repeatedly in the middle of the night: "Xiao Jin, Xiao Jin..." The man's brows furrowed and he was in pain.
…
All kinds of memories filled my mind and my soul. I looked at the large and small paintings in the room. They were all packaged extremely beautifully and were extremely precious. The whole room was covered with paintings. I froze on the spot, how could my feet move?
I can't move. There is only one protagonist in those paintings, either smiling happily or frowning slightly, eyes sad, face cold, coquettish and cute, crying or angry... It seems to contain all the beautiful expressions in the world, so be kind.
His actions, all the joys, sorrows and joys... But when I found out that the person in the painting was me, I finally couldn't help crying loudly. That was all An Jin. He was uninhibited in Yichun Garden.
, there is the relaxed and carefree him wandering around Jiankang City, there is the warm and sweet him when boating on Crescent Lake, there is the ghostly him when playing, there is the arrogant and arrogant him in the heyday of martial arts, there is him
He was desolate and cold on the edge of the cliff, and he was elegant and refined at the birthday party...
They are all dressed in white shirts and men's clothing.
There are various kinds of them. All of them are inlaid with precious gold frames with precious stones. They are neatly hung all over the house.
I walked in in a daze and found myself in such an extraordinary room.
My heart hurt so much that I almost gasped for breath. It even started to convulse.
I whispered softly: "Brother Sima... you are so stupid, you are so stupid... why are you doing this..." I stood there, covering my mouth tightly, suppressing the choking that was about to burst out. It was so hard that my eyes were filled with tears.
The tears were forced back.
Brother Sima, what should I do with your great love? What should I do? We can't be together.
I can't love you. I can't.
Can anyone tell me what should I do.
"Who's there?!" A cold voice suddenly came from behind.
I turned around and looked at him with tears all over my face. I looked at him forever.
He looked at me coldly: "You know." I still looked at him blankly.
Suddenly, he flew to my side with lightning speed, approached me step by step, and then strangled my slender neck while I screamed.
He smiled coldly like a devil: "My beloved, don't you know? I said that in this forbidden area of the palace, intruders will only die. I wanted to let you go, but you saw everything.
Do you know? I have fallen in love with a man, so I will not fall in love with any woman in this harem." I struggled to tell him, to tell him the truth, but he choked me so hard that I didn't even have a chance to breathe. What was he doing?
What's wrong? There seemed to be a strange and creepy light in his eyes. His hands were as strong as iron pliers. No matter how much I struggled, it was of no use. My consciousness began to blur, and I kept shouting in my heart: Brother Sima...
Brother Sima...I am Xiaojin...
He leaned against my ear and muttered: "My beloved, don't worry, it will pass soon, and you won't be in pain anymore..." Grandma's hemp flower, it doesn't hurt... let me go,
I don’t want to die in your hands, Brother Sima. I don’t want you to regret it one day! Even regret it for the rest of your life!
What kind of forbidden place, why had I never heard of it, yet I foolishly believed in Yaya, and actually came in, and was still immersed in his silent and deep love... I had no idea that this was a trap...
I exerted all my strength and opened my eyes to look at him. My eyes were filled with incomparable pain, incomparable nostalgia, incomparable reluctance, and incomparable panic... It was as if time had stopped, as if the years had forgotten to flow away, as if we were the only two left in the world...
I stared at him with wide eyes...silently calling Brother Sima...
My brain was constantly being oxygenated, the whites of my eyes rolled upward, and a burst of darkness hit me. Finally, I fell into bottomless darkness.