When the sky was dark, Guanzhu Sun knocked on the door of Taipingguan.
"Master, you're here again so early." said the boy who opened the door.
"What do you mean?" Sun Guanzhu said.
"He obviously just left." The child muttered.
Guanzhu Sun ignored her and stepped forward.
"Have you prepared breakfast? My wife eats very delicately. You should be careful and gentle so as not to disturb my wife's sleep." As she said this, she looked inside with a smile.
"My wife has already gotten up and has just gone out," the boy said.
Guanzhu Sun was stunned for a moment.
"So early!"
The mountains in winter are even more gloomy and cold, and the sound of soft footsteps echoes in the mountains, raising layers of mountain fog.
Cheng Jiaoniang walked in the front, holding a branch in her hand, sweeping away dead branches that fell on the road from time to time. Banqin followed behind in small steps, her face was flushed not knowing whether it was cold or walking, and she was spitting out lumps in her mouth.
White gas.
"Madam, did you and Sister Banqin often walk in the mountains like this at that time?" she asked.
"Yes." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
"Where did you meet Mr. Zhang?" Banqin asked curiously.
Cheng Jiaoniang raised her head and looked around, her footsteps not stopping.
"It's over there." She raised her hand and pointed in a direction with a branch.
Banqin stood on tiptoe and looked up, imagining the scene at that time.
"It's so good..." She couldn't help but sigh.
"Everyone has his own merits. Different roads have different scenery, so there is no need to regret." Cheng Jiaoniang said, striding forward.
Banqin nodded and followed with a smile.
Cheng Jiaoniang stopped and looked back at Banqin.
"What don't you want to ask me?" she asked.
Banqin was stunned by this question.
"Madam, what are you asking for?" she asked.
Cheng Jiaoniang smiled.
"In this small temple before." She pointed to the Taiping Temple where she had just arrived, "I drove away two children, and Banqin felt a little pitiful..."
"Madam." Banqin interrupted her, with a bit of grievance, "Madam is the only one who is pitiful. Why should you pity others? Why don't others pity you? Do you owe them? Do you deserve what they deserve? They
When they are sad, should you also accompany them to be sad? Otherwise, are you hard-hearted? If they are sick, should you cure them? Is it your fault if you can't cure them? Is it your fault if you can't cure them? Why is no one there?
I pity you, why should you pity others? Just because you don’t say anything? Just because you don’t cry? Is that what you deserve?”
As she spoke, she covered her face and cried loudly.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked stunned and seemed a little embarrassed.
"Hey, hey, I just said it casually..." She smiled, thought for a while, stepped back, and reached out to pat Banqin on the head.
Banqin sobbed.
"Madam, I'm fine, I just want to cry. Let's go on, don't waste time," she cried.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at her and smiled, turned around and walked away without saying anything.
After walking not far, a shout suddenly came from the front.
"Who!"
Banqin stood still in fear, not caring about sobbing, and looked over nervously with tearful eyes.
Although the lady said everything was fine, Manager Cao and others were still on alert. Cheng Jiaoniang came out for a walk, and they dispersed around first. At this time, they suddenly issued a warning. Did they discover some danger?
Cheng Jiaoniang didn't stop and strode away. She quickly turned a corner and saw a person sitting on a stone on the side of the mountain.
"It's you!" Banqin said in surprise.
The person sitting in the morning mist lifted his hood, revealing the face of a young man.
"It's me," he said, "What a coincidence."
What a coincidence?
Why are you back again? Are you still unwilling? Banqin turned to look at Cheng Jiaoniang.
"I was thinking of going to see you at dawn, but I didn't expect you to come to the mountain too." King Jin'an continued.
Cheng Jiaoniang stepped forward and walked over, and the followers retreated without any instructions.
Prince Jin'an looked at her.
"Look," he said, raising his finger to point at the retreating entourage, "you don't even have to say anything, they all believe you and listen to you."
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him as if she didn't understand what he said.
"And you have told me so much, but I still don't believe it." Prince Jin'an said.
"How can this be compared?" Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head and said.
"I'm sorry." Prince Jin'an stood up, looked at her and took a deep breath and said, "I shouldn't lose my temper at you. It's not you who caused his accident. It's not your fault that he can't be cured. Everything.
The whole thing has nothing to do with you, yet I blame you. I don’t dare to blame the people who should be blamed, but I blame you instead, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.”
Oh my god, Banqin couldn't help but put her hand to cover her mouth, tears streaming down her face again.
"I'm not angry." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
"I know." Prince Jin'an said, "This is my self-comfort. Rather than an apology to you, it is more for my own relief."
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and smiled slightly.
"It's okay." She said, reaching out and patting his arm twice.
Don't be sad.
Prince Jin'an looked at her and smiled.
But she won't say it, because how can she not be sad? She never talks about things she can't do.
He stretched out his hand and handed over a wooden box.
"This is the New Year's gift I prepared for you." He said and smiled, "Originally I wanted to have someone send it to me, but then something happened and I never thought about it. I just happened to come here in person this time. I forgot about it yesterday.
Okay..I brought it to you today, so it’s not a waste of time…”
A gift?
Banqin's eyes couldn't help but fall on the lady's head. There was only a silver comb on the pulled up hair.
Cheng Jiaoniang reached out to take it, and Banqin took a step forward, but Cheng Jiaoniang didn't hand it to her, but opened it directly.
Banqin couldn't help but lean forward and look, and saw a hairpin placed in the wooden box. It was neither gold nor silver, and it was not decorated with jewelry. It turned out to be just a carved wooden hairpin, and it looked to be quite old.
"My mother gave this to me when I was a child." Prince Jin'an said, smiling again, "Actually, my mother didn't give it to me. I naughtily pulled it off my mother's head."
Mother, mother, don’t go, don’t go….
The little child looked panicked and desperately grabbed the sleeves of the gorgeous woman.
Don't leave me, don't leave me...
Conglang, be good.
The woman stooped down to comfort the little child, picked her up, and carried her into the arms of the woman who followed.
Mother, mother.
Although she was a little reluctant to let go, the woman still reached out and broke the child's hand.
Mother, mother.
The child screamed, stretched out his hand and grabbed desperately, grabbing the woman's hairpin, and his hair fell apart, but this did not stop the woman's steps.
He clutched the hairpin in his hand tightly and looked at the woman who was getting further and further away and finally disappeared from sight.
"I think that when you give someone a gift, you should naturally give it to yourself as your most precious and favorite gift." Prince Jin'an said with a slight smile.
Banqin's eyes couldn't help but fall on Cheng Jiaoniang's head again.
Cheng Jiaoniang raised her hand and took out the hairpin and inserted it into it, then handed the box to Banqin.
"It's not very pretty either." Prince Jin'an said with a smile. Looking at the woman's dark hair, it turned out that she looked pretty even without hair accessories.
"As long as it's easy to use," Cheng Jiaoniang said, bowing and saluting.
The prince of Jin'an County returned the gift.
There was a silence between the two of them. When Prince Jin'an was about to say goodbye, Cheng Jiaoniang spoke first.
"I want to take a walk," she said. "Do you want to come with me?"
Just take a walk?
Prince Jin'an was stunned for a moment, maybe she wanted to say something to him, so he nodded immediately.
Cheng Jiaoniang raised her feet and moved forward, and Prince Jin'an followed.
There were more footsteps on the silent mountain road. Prince Jin'an looked at the woman in front of him, walking as fast as flying, with her cloak billowing, and waving branches in her hands to sweep the road from time to time.
He had been walking for quite some time, and instead of speaking as he expected, he actually walked in silence.
"Do you walk often?" he asked, breaking the silence.
"I used to be in poor health, so I would walk more to recover faster," Cheng Jiaoniang said.
In the past, she was a fool, and it was difficult for her to do what she said. But now she has improved. It turns out that this is how she practiced on her own.
Prince Jin'an nodded.
"Recently," Cheng Jiaoniang said, pausing here, "I haven't been in a good mood. I'll feel better if I take a walk like this."
When you are in a bad mood, you can feel better after taking a walk? So is this why she asked her to come with her?
She can also comfort people? Prince Jin'an looked at the back of the woman in front of him and couldn't help but smile, raised his feet and followed closely.
No one spoke anymore on the mountain road, only the sound of footsteps and the chirping of birds and animals came from the mountains.
Sixth brother will not be cured. In fact, he knew it before he came here. It's just that people are always reluctant to give up easily. They always want to grab a life-saving straw, but don't want to believe that the straw is just hanging in the air.
Wake up, wake up.
The pace of Prince Jin'an is getting faster and faster.
Banqin raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, panting a little, and looked at the two people walking further and further in front of her. She didn't fall behind on purpose, but they were walking too fast and she couldn't keep up.
He was really walking faster and faster. Originally, the lady was in front, but now the young husband seemed to be so absorbed in walking that he forgot to get out of the way. Instead, he passed the lady and moved forward. The lady seemed to be unwilling to lag behind and quickened the pace. In this way, you are chasing after me.
, running parallel to each other from time to time on the narrow mountain road.
Banqin wasn't worried about any danger. The followers were right in front, but she couldn't fall behind even if others were there. She took a few breaths and continued to speed up her pace to catch up.
Xuanmiao Mountain is not too high. When the two people climbed to the top of the mountain, the morning light was already bright. The bright sunlight cast on the mountain and dispersed the fog. The villages and fields at the foot of the mountain were clearly visible in front of them, and Jiangzhou City in the distance could also be seen.
, the road is dotted with people riding horses and pulling donkeys, and people walking with carts, like moving black spots, which look small, but make the whole sight come alive.
Prince Jin'an couldn't help but take a deep breath and exhale heavily. I don't know whether it was because of walking for so long or because of the fresh air in the mountains. The depression in his heart was relieved a lot.
"Probably, when you come to the mountain, you will also express the emotion that the deceased is like a husband." Cheng Jiaoniang said suddenly.
Prince Jin'an couldn't help laughing and turned to look at the woman beside him.
Because of the mountain climbing, her fair face became flushed, and her big eyes became brighter.
"Cheng Fang." He couldn't help calling.
Cheng Jiaoniang turned to look at him.
"I'm sorry." Prince Jin'an said.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and raised her eyebrows slightly. Even though it was a small and barely noticeable movement, it made her face come alive.
"I shouldn't say that you were ugly and stupid before." Prince Jin'an said with a smile, "You were nothing before, but you are... very good-looking now."
Cheng Jiaoniang smiled, showing her fine white teeth, which made her whole face look gorgeous.
Prince Jin'an also laughed.
"Are you feeling sad?" Cheng Jiaoniang said suddenly.
Prince Jin'an's smile froze slightly.
"I feel sad too." Cheng Jiaoniang stopped looking at him, turned to look down the mountain, and said slowly.
These six simple words seemed to be filled with endless sadness, and when King Jin'an heard them, he felt his heart suddenly hurt.
Sad, really sad, really sad is this kind of indescribable pain.
"But you have to live with the sadness, otherwise what else can you do?" Cheng Jiaoniang continued, "Crying? Are you making trouble? Is it useful? After crying and making trouble, you still have to live. The deceased is like a man, and heaven and earth
The past is passed and the coming continues without a breath. This is the nature of the Tao. We can't change it, we can only follow it. If we don't follow it, it's simple. That's death. If you die, you'll die a hundred times.
But, are you willing?"
Forget it, it's good to forget.
Yes, it is good to forget, but how can we forget and how can we be willing to do so!
Not willing to give in! Not willing to give in!
Prince Jin'an also turned away and looked down the mountain in silence.
"Just why is it so difficult?" he murmured.
"I don't know." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "It's probably fate."
Life.
Neither of them spoke anymore, they both looked down the mountain. The sun was getting brighter and brighter, there were more and more pedestrians on the road, and a new day had begun again.
No matter sad or happy, no matter difficult or smooth, I will not give up day and night day after day. (To be continued)
