Late at night, the moon is like water, bright but full of sadness.
In the darkness, a figure was wandering quietly in the courtyard of the villa. She was carrying an ordinary and simple baggage on her shoulders, and she looked like she was leaving.
Suddenly, in the same darkness, a young voice remembered: "Mom, are you leaving?"
The shadow's steps paused. It was as if the statue suddenly stiffened and forgot to walk for a moment. However, she did not look back, but turned her back to the little figure who slowly walked out of the shadows.
"Are you leaving?" the little girl asked again uncertainly.
The black shadow's body trembled slightly, but remained silent.
"If this is your choice, then you can go. Yijun will stay here and wait for mom to come back." The little girl's voice was calm, with a smile on her face, as if in her eyes, that
People just go out for a while and will come back soon.
Heiying seemed to have been hit in the softest part of his heart, but his mind soon showed the bloody look of Sima Rui, the look of Yi Junzhong who looked worse than death after his head bowed, the look of Qingsha tonsure and became a monk, and Yuwen Ruojian's dilapidated appearance.
The look... there are more. Her back straightened a lot, and her determination did not waver. The words of the old priest came to mind in her ears. If you try to crack it, then this tribulation will last until your next life.
Generation after generation. How could she choose to be selfish for her own sake?
The little girl seemed to understand what she was thinking at the moment, and smiled sadly. That kind of desolate laughter seemed not to be something she would have at her age.
"Mom, I knew you were not from this world. Everything you taught me was so special, different, and unparalleled in this world. Yijun doesn't know why you left your father and left here, but I know you
You must be afraid of something in your heart, and you must have your own difficulties... I won't blame you, and Yijun will never blame you. You have always been Yijun's favorite person, and this will never change, so Yijun
I will protect everything that my mother cares about here for my mother, and wait for you to come home."
At this moment, many people suddenly appeared behind Yijun's small figure, including Xiaoqi, Ge Kong, Lian, and Junjin's housekeeper... She was acting weird during this period, as if she had explained all the funeral arrangements.
After all, they were not fools. Although the sadness in her eyes was well hidden, they were the people who were closest to her and knew her best. How could they not notice... Everything she did was for the peace of mind when she left. So they remained silent.
Do it cooperatively and respond to everything she says.
The black shadow did not look back, because he was afraid that if he looked back, he would no longer have the courage.
She took a deep breath and chuckled: "Yijun, you have always been a strong child. You will do well without your mother."
Xiaoqi smiled with tears in her eyes and said gently but firmly to the master she had chosen to follow her whole life: "Master, no matter how far you go or how long you go, this family will always be waiting for you to come back."
Ge Kong and Lian looked at her in silence, their eyes as soft as water and as warm as sunlight. It was this person who gave them everything, gave them a home, gave them the warmth they prayed for in life, and built them a different
The world. Whether she is here or not, they will protect it with their hearts and even their lives.
Then stay here and wait for her. No matter how far she goes or how long she leaves, you must be her eternal backing and a place to rest when you are tired. This is the meaning of home.
The place that will always remain true to travelers who are traveling far away. The only place that will not abandon her, the only place that is full of warmth. The place that lights a lamp to guide her in the dark night, and marks the way forward when she is lost.
The black shadow closed its eyes silently, saying nothing in the end, and moved forward without hesitation or looking back.
Yijun looked at the figure disappearing into the darkness and finally shed tears. Is she really gone?
Yijun, you have to be a strong child.
She has never forgotten her words. Wiping away her tears, Yijun's eyes suddenly shone with a strange light in the darkness. It was a silent transformation. A kind of growth that broke out of the cocoon.
Mom, I won't let you down. She smiled coldly in the darkness, her eyes full of strength, determination, and a faint hint of pain.
When the few people behind him saw his expression, their expressions suddenly became as cold as ice, and they became like a young master who was no longer a child of several years old.
She turned around without nostalgia and sighed before leaving: "We want to make this place better. Maybe when she comes back, she will feel happier. At least, she won't be disappointed."
When the black shadow walked to the door, a furry little black shadow suddenly jumped out from the eaves.
The unknown object seemed to smile in the darkness. Its shining eyes seemed to say: How could I not be responsible for such a thing as running away from home?
Seeing the guy who appeared inexplicably in his arms, the black shadow sighed helplessly. He stopped talking. He just looked at the road ahead, smiled slightly, and then walked forward firmly.
The doorway of a certain room in the inn.
Thomas looked at the peerless young man dressed in white who suddenly appeared in front of him. He was elegant and handsome, as if he was not the son of a god in this world. He was slightly stunned.
He only heard the young man give him a faint smile and said softly: "It's time to set off."
Thomas looked at him confusedly for a long time, and finally understood. He smiled warmly at him, nodded and said, "Okay."
From then on, the women washing clothes by the Indus River remembered that they had seen an exotic and beautiful young man in white clothes on the deck of a merchant ship traveling far away. His face was as clean as moonlight, and his eyes were as clean as moonlight.
As cold as the water of the Indus River at midnight...
In the bullring in Rome, during the fierce and ferocious bullfighting competition, someone once saw an exotic girl wearing a long dress with a white lace petal skirt and an elegant streamlined cloth hat on her head.
, with long hair flying, and a light expression on his face, as if it were a dream...
In that vast and fertile land, a river runs through almost all the countries in that land. The water plants are swaying and the charming Nile River. The Egyptian girls dressed in linen and playing by the river did not miss the Egyptian girls who walked by inadvertently on the opposite bank.
A foreign boy, his smile is like the lotus blooming quietly in the Nile River, his skin is like the most beautiful floating cloud over Egypt, and the golden sand grass washed by the wind leaves a reflection under the young man's fluttering eyelashes...
…
The sun shines on the lavender bouquets unique to a small city in a far-off country in the west. At a glance, it seems like a blue-purple paradise covered in golden light. The sky here is blue and clear, and the air is fresh and fresh.
The ice-cold lemonade is as refreshing as the ice-cold lemonade, and there seems to be a gurgling clear spring flowing through my heart, which makes me want to sing. The purple lavender all over the mountains and plains is like a huge, vast and boundless purple ocean, so beautiful and enchanting that it makes people ecstatic. Those in the fields
People at work saw an exotic woman wearing a white dress studded with pearls. Her head was covered with deep purple and light blue bouquets, and her face was filled with a bright and charming smile. She was holding a white card in her hand.
Gauze, standing in the wind, running in the flower field with a smile...
On the edge of a strait on a strange continent, pirates are rampant, and pirate songs seem to be heard in every corner. A foreign boy, wearing a pirate costume, stands on the bow of the ship, taking a faint look at the prosperity of the world...
Everything seems like a passing cloud, and a river of spring water flows eastward...
"Ahem..." A coquettish man in red is sleeping on the couch. His face is pale, his fingers are horribly white, and his body is thin. He looks like a weak woman. Even at this moment, he is still a little bit beautiful.
It's suffocating. There is light smoke in the room, and there seems to be a faint herbal smell floating around...
At this moment, a simple and honest man dressed like a guard suddenly rushed in with a box and shouted loudly as he ran: "The master is saved, the master is saved..."
After entering the room, he felt the pressure of the cold eyes cast by the quiet old man beside him. He smiled a little. His voice stopped suddenly. He just respectfully held the box and gave it to the man lying on the couch.
, the man frowned, obviously not interested in that. The guard said anxiously: "Master, this is sent to the master by a sea traveler on a trading ship. Master, why don't you take a look?" His last sentence was
I spoke a little cautiously, for fear of accidentally making the master angry.
The man in red still had a somewhat impatient look on his face, but he still opened the box with some confusion.
The guard looked at his master with expressions ranging from indifference to shock, to confusion, to pain, to obsession, to fascination, to... not knowing what expression he should have.
"This... a flowering mandala?" the man in red asked uncertainly as he looked at the flowers in the box with some joy and sadness.
The silent and expressionless old man on the side also stared in amazement at the red mandala in the box, which was as beautiful as hell. He looked at the light that was still flickering on it. That light was as red as blood. It was the mandala.
Luo, it is a mandala watered with blood... So Ruo'er can be saved...
He suddenly remembered the woman with a cold expression and shallow eyes when he left. It turned out that she was not as cold-blooded and ruthless as she said... She still wanted to save him. That magical woman... The old man's eyes suddenly filled with tears.
Tears, the only time he shed tears since he left the palace. Because his child would no longer suffer, but also for the woman who repaid evil with kindness... Her mind was admirable. He hurt her, but she still saved him...
The guard said happily: "Yes, the master is saved."
"How could...how could..." The man in red swayed and almost fainted. He suddenly seemed out of breath, coughed hard several times, and vomited out a mouthful of blood.
Then he started crying and laughing, with a weird and ferocious expression, as if he was going crazy, and also like a child who had received a surprise and was satisfied in this life.
The man in red suddenly hugged the box, cried and murmured: "That's enough, this life is enough... An Jin, that's enough..."
The world is unfair to me, but meeting you is enough, enough.
At this time, the boy was standing on the street of the most prosperous country in the Mediterranean, looking at the scene of blooming flowers, and smiled. It was the kind of satisfied smile. The white fluffy thing in his arms was shining in the warm sunshine.
Having just eaten and drank enough, I found a comfortable position in his arms, yawned, and fell into a contented sleep.
In the first year of Yongchang in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Emperor Sima Rui of the Yuan Dynasty of the Eastern Jin Dynasty died. The people of the world mourned for seven days. The whole country was dressed in white, and there was no sound of banquets or music.
His son Sima Shao ascended the throne and was named Emperor Ming of Jin, and the country's name was changed to Taining.
Four years later, the little emperor died.
Sima Yan succeeded to the throne, was called Emperor Cheng of Jin, and changed the country's name to Xianhe.
At this point, the Eastern Jin Dynasty began to decline. There were many powerful families and the country was in turmoil. More than a hundred years later, the Eastern Jin Dynasty fell.
The people who were staying in a certain place at that time smiled bitterly when they heard the news from afar. They were so heartbroken that they fainted on the spot, and then remained silent for ten days. They did not eat or drink, as if their souls were out of body.
.When I woke up ten days later, everything was just a passing cloud. It was so unreal.
Many years later, on a calm winter morning, at the entrance of an ordinary-looking villa, a thin, dusty figure stood there holding a chubby white furry thing that could not be identified as an animal. For a long time,
For a long time, I raised my hand and knocked on the peeling paint door that I had thought about many times in my dreams, and then put it down dejectedly.
There is a slight frost on the young man's face, which is the baptism that a walking traveler gets after the vicissitudes of time. His expression is a little annoyed and at a loss. Like a person who made a mistake and ran away from home, and came back many years later, but did not
The kid who has the guts to go in.
The fleshy thing in his arms muttered: "This is your home, you don't even dare to go home." Even though so many years have passed... the fleshy thing said silently in his heart.
At this time, the young man had no time to care whether there was ridicule or sarcasm in his tone. At this moment, he finally understood that sentence, what does it mean to be timid when you are close to home, and what does it mean to eagerly want to do something but be afraid... because all this is too
Care too much.
I don’t know how long I have been wandering in the wind and snow, I don’t know how many snowflakes fell on my face and hair, I don’t know how many footprints I left in front of the door, I don’t know how many times I shouted in my heart, no.
I know how many times I have hated myself like this...
Finally, like a saint who tragically rushed to the battlefield to fight to the death, he almost suppressed all the fear in his heart and rushed there, then closed his eyes and prepared to knock down.
At this moment, the door suddenly opened. They were two people who were about to go out, a middle-aged man in rich clothes and a slim girl. The middle-aged man was holding an umbrella in his hand and making love with his warm hands.
He held the girl's tender little hand. The two looked intimate and seemed to have a good relationship.
The person standing outside the door stopped knocking and stared at this strange scene. This heartwarming scene made his eyes filled with tears unconsciously. Why is he here? Isn't he already dead?
Has Yijun really grown up... Countless questions filled his mind. But he didn't say anything after all.
The tears were a little overflowing, but he still held it back. He looked at the two of them, the two closest relatives to him, and then smiled slightly, and a thousand words turned into just one ordinary sentence: "Hi, I'm back."
Unexpectedly, there was someone outside the door. The two people who were preparing to go out saw this person who they dreamed about every night and missed every moment. Tears of happiness quickly welled up and swirled in their eyes. The two people looked at him.
His face remained unchanged, looking at the smile rising from the corner of his mouth. There was also a worried twinkle in his eyes.
The two looked at each other and smiled, and then said in a tone as if he had just left for a short time: "Xiaojin (mom), welcome home."
However, only they know how long the waiting is, as long as half a lifetime has passed.