I raised my head helplessly, looking at the clear sky above, and suddenly wanted to ask the sky, why is there such a sunny and sunny season, and the layers of sadness are pouring out of my heart? Why does it make me forget the people I loved deeply when I was young? Why did the people I depended on later forget me? Why can't I feel the warmth of a kiss when I get home? Why should even the last shred of friendship and trust be destroyed? Why can't I get a moment of peace after all that I've been through? Why do you always want me to be in such a situation, and I can't imagine that I can't find someone I can rely on?

I grabbed my chest and bowed my head, only to feel that my stomach was full of grievances and there was nowhere to vomit and nowhere to talk. I really wanted to ask God, can you give me someone to save me, no matter who it is, no matter if it’s a man Still a woman, an old man or a child, no matter who it is, even if there is only one, one can treat me sincerely, be sad for my sadness, and be happy for my joy, at least let me not feel that I am the only one in this world. . If there is such a person who truly loves me, even if he dies of poisoning six months later, I will have no regrets or regrets.

While I was thinking like this, I heard the rustling of leaves again.

The same sound as memory.

However, I stared blankly at the red maples in front of me, but I didn't have the courage to look up.

I'm afraid it's just leaves blown by a gust of wind, I'm afraid these are just empty joys. I waited and waited for only a moment, but it seemed like thousands of years had passed until I heard that hoarse and low voice: "Princess."

Familiar to intoxicating.

I looked up in disbelief, looked up, and waited for the blurred vision to gradually become clear, so clear that I could clearly see the face of the person in front of me, so clear that... I saw clearly when I was thirteen years old, and it was the same person in this dòng. , the same person.

This, with eyes that can be intoxicated at a glance, is a man of extreme elegance.

This is the man who rushed down the mountain overnight to get a rope and came back to save me while I was asleep.

This, after wiping my tears for me, like a conjuring trick, stuffed sugar into my mouth and made fun of me for being a coward man.

This is the man who promised me a lifetime of commitment, but made me wait under the maple tree all night but couldn't wait.

This, made me miss five chūnqiu, but the man who disturbed my life appeared again.

This is the man who made me cry with all my heart and all my scheming, but kept me cold again and again and made me cry.

In the past, like cháo water, he brushed my face with his generous palm, as if he was frightened, and at the same time, as if he was afraid of frightening me, he asked at a loss: "Why are you crying? Where did you fall? Is it? Where does it hurt?"

When the rain was wet and the dust was light, and the red maples were falling, it seemed that only me and Song Lang were born between heaven and earth, above the clouds.

Tears seemed to flow endlessly, and my heartbeat seemed to beat faster and faster. I opened my mouth several times, but I didn't know what to say.

What to say?

What should I say, did you know that I was the little sister of the year, and that picking honey was just a maid I sent to inform you that I would be late?

I should say, do you know how scared and helpless I am, where have you been for so long?

Or should I say, do you know that I have fallen again, once again, and once again want to abandon everything and just grow old with you like this?

Then I felt his trembling arms wrap my head tightly in his arms, and said softly, "It's okay, it's okay you're fine."

I wrapped my arms around his waist unconsciously and said slowly, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry for what?" He cupped my face suspiciously and touched my hair, "Why did you suddenly apologize to me?"

Tears welled up again, and I couldn't hear any sound again, lest this was just a dream of Nanke, and there was an impulse that I couldn't help myself.

I stood on tiptoe, and instead of letting him wipe the tears from the corners of my eyes, I put my arms around his neck and made him bend down slightly.

Before he could react to what I was going to do, I resolutely used the last bit of my strength to kiss his lips.

Sorry for not recognizing you for so long, big brother.

Chapter 29

I don't know if anyone else has ever had this experience.

Obviously it was a long time ago, and I knew the ending after I experienced it, but I occasionally recall that at the beginning, a certain person, a certain moment, as if the young self had never changed.

At the age of thirteen, I looked up at the boy who fell from the sky, and for the first time in my life, I tasted the rush.

At the time, I didn't know it was a heartbeat.

Of course, if the one who jumped down was a fat head and big ears, I would first make sure that this would not be a story.

It can be seen from this that all the first sights in the world are built on the basis of good appearance, not to mention the beauty of the sky, and the process of saving the beauty by the hero will naturally lead to stalking and worrying in the future. .

It was because I experienced the first-hand impression that I couldn't take off my veil until the bee-stinging bun face subsided.

I secretly fantasized about a season when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, and when the breeze was blowing, I accidentally let him see my veil and said in amazement, "I never thought you would be so beautiful?" And I was shy. He bowed his head and smiled indifferently: "Appearance is nothing but skin, mind is what matters." Big brother fell for me, hugged me and said, "May I have one heart, and my white heads will stay together." I lay contentedly on the ground. In his arms: "The mountain has no edge, the heaven and the earth are in harmony, so I dare to be with you."

It turns out that I was thinking too much. But any normal man would not have any sympathy for a poor, baby-faced thirteen-year-old.

But there are so many things in the world that cannot be measured by common sense.

Just before I finally waited for the swelling on my face to subside and I was about to put my fantasy into action, I asked with interest: "You and I have known each other for such a long time, are you not curious about what I was like when I was born?"

At that time, the eldest brother was reading the book, holding the scroll in one hand and supporting his head with the other. Hearing that, he didn't even raise his head and said, "What's so strange, I've seen it before."

I almost fell off my chair: "Have you seen it? You have seen it! When did you see it?"

The big brother curled his lips in a leisurely manner: "I carried you back to my house on the first day, and I opened it before you fell asleep, my face was numb and swollen, alas, I didn't say it because I didn't want to hurt your self-esteem, so why bother asking for it? Bored?"

I:"……"

He: "What kind of expression are you doing?"

Me: "How can you peep at me? You... you bastard... rascal... shameless..."

he:"……"

I was furious: "How can you tell me to go out to meet people in the future! Say it! Say it!"

He: "Hey, why did you say that I didn't lift your veil but your clothes..."

I stomped my feet unsatisfactorily: "Girls' family... You can't show it to other men before you get married!"

He: "...What's up with the girl who shows her face all over the street?"

Me: "...they are them, anyway, I, anyway..."

"Then I will marry you."

The house was suddenly silent.

My mind didn't turn back: "Huh?"

Big brother put down the scroll, "Then you marry me."

The word "marriage" echoed endlessly in my ears, I opened my mouth embarrassingly, suspecting that I was hallucinating: "Huh?"

Seeing me like this, eldest brother coughed a little unnaturally: "Anyway, you have no future as a palace maid in the palace anyway, and the prince doesn't look down on you. People want to marry a pig butcher, do you want to marry a pig butcher? If you don’t want to, then marry me.”

"..." Big brother, what happened when you suddenly compared yourself to the one who kills pigs...

Seeing that I didn't answer for a long time, his eyes floated to the beam: "If you don't want to, forget it."

"Who said you don't want to!" Although I didn't know the cause and effect, although my heart was already beating so fast that I couldn't control it, I couldn't care about anything else at this moment, so I hurriedly raised my hand, "I am willing, willing, willing!"

"If you want, you will, and keep repeating whether it's annoying or not." The big brother twirled the brush again, and waved the stick pretending to be calm, and then... nothing was written. Yes, he forgot to touch the ink, and I rushed forward. Grind for him, and when he got closer, Fang saw a rouge-like blush on his cheeks, which was outrageous. As if nothing had happened, he dipped the ink again, and I gathered up the courage to ask, "Why do you want to marry me?"

He did not answer, but wrote silently.

I continued to ask, "Because I'm so knowledgeable?"

His hands trembled and he glared at me.

I shrank my head: "Or... cute and lovely?"

He continued to ignore me.

I didn't give up: "Could it be that you have something to hide? Ah, don't you think you have a pedophile?"

The big brother put the brush on the table with a slap, stared at him, but still blushed: "Because I like it, I like it! Are you stupid or stupid, don't like you, why did I keep you for so long? I'm the kind of Will you marry someone who doesn't like women?"

I:"……"

I fantasized about the result, but I didn't expect the process.

Although no petals fell, no breeze rose, no beautiful and graceful pictures, no touching words.

But why is it more, more, happier than imagined.

Happiness comes suddenly, and happiness is short-lived.

Seeing that the day of returning to the palace is getting closer and closer, the separation is close at hand. But I am not sad, I know that he will be able to get the title, and he will keep his promise to marry me.

The day before returning to the palace, I asked him to meet under the maple tree we met for the first time. I told him I had something to say to him, and he said he did the same.

I can't guess what he is going to say to me, but I want to confess everything to him, confessing that I have been hiding everything, confessing that I am not a palace maid, but the current Princess Xiangyi.

On that day, I put on the clothes of an ordinary folk girl, fluffed up my forehead hair, combed my double bun, and waited for him under the maple tree early.

I tried to say a lot of words to myself, such as "I didn't mean to lie to you", "I was afraid that you would send me back to the palace when you heard my identity", "I really like you"" In fact, I'm not ugly, I'm pretty." These.

But I waited for a long time and he didn't come.

At first, I was a little annoyed, blaming him for being late, thinking that when he came, I would scold him so badly that he would beg for mercy.

But... until the sun went down, I still couldn't wait for him.

My father suddenly visited the villa to see me, and the prince’s elder brother was busy picking honey to find me. Although I was worried about whether my elder brother would delay anything, I couldn’t wait to let my father discover Ni Duan. Picking honey guarded for me, and I went back to Yulong Villa by myself.

Who knows, along with the honey, has also disappeared.

later……

But it didn't come later.

The big brother seems to have evaporated from the world. Whether I begged the prince to help me search all over the mountains and fields, or asked the little master to help me search the Guozijian and the people who took the scientific examination this year, there was no news.

In the beginning, really cried every day and every night, was so sad that was in tears, and forgot how many times slipped out of the palace and ran back to the small wooden house that was already covered with dust. , The expectation is gone, and the mood naturally fades.

When many years passed, I was able to tell the story of my eldest brother with a smile to Han Fei, the prospective concubine at the time, and concluded with the sentence "Every woman has a beautiful memory in her heart". At that time, I thought I really put this The paragraph has been dropped.