I just took a step back, dragging my long hair, and nodded like a dragonfly dripping water.
Everything is fine recently, just like it was for the past sixteen years, everything is fine. It was just the light from the sky beside the hall that made me dizzy.
"The general will not be able to make it in time for General Liao's funeral." He nodded apologetically to his mother, "The general sacrificed his life for the country, and there is no one on the border. The imperial edict was issued yesterday, and Dongli can no longer hide. That’s it.”
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Mother asked.
"Nowadays, the situation of Fuqi is very tight. Madam knows that there is no way for the border to calm down for a moment. In another moment, Dongli will have to leave." He slowly turned his body to me again and said lightly, "I don't know. Can Miss Liao come with us?"
I?
I looked at my mother, wondering what this meant. Who said that two people who have just met can go to the battlefield together? What's more, how can I endure the long sky and wild sand at the border with such a shady body?
The mother's expression could almost be described as embarrassed. Even though I couldn't see clearly, I could clearly feel her embarrassment and confusion. For a long time, I waited for an answer. Compared with the sixteen years, this moment was so short, but it was the most grueling moment for me in the past sixteen years.
My eyes wandered between him and her, but I couldn't see them clearly. Until her mother spoke belatedly and said: "The letter home that your father entrusted to his cronies in the army has been delivered. He said that he has promised you..." She lowered her head and only glanced at Jimo quickly from time to time. He said, "I have promised you to Mr. Jimo."
Promise me to him? What does this mean and how much does it mean.
I raised my head slightly and looked at Jimo Dongli. His slight smile looked so dazzling in the mourning hall.
He finally bowed his head gently to express his consent.
Unconsciously, I stepped back hard, and my trembling elbows suddenly knocked against the sandalwood coffin. I heard my mother cry out softly, and I followed the sound, but his figure blocked my already blurred vision.
I then turned around and looked at my deceased father in the coffin who had been disturbed by me just now. He never paid attention to me in his life and regarded me as a monster. He never looked at me for sixteen years. However, before he went to the battlefield for the last time, he suddenly remembered me who he had forgotten for sixteen years, and he still did this Promise a marriage in detail?
But how could someone like me dare to ask for marriage?
He lowered his head and looked at his side, his pale hands and his long pale hair. Who knows, this is a good time to be sixteen.
Jimo Dongli has a face honed on the battlefield, a pair of eyes as dark as night, and skin that heats freely in the sun. All these things, which are ordinary to ordinary people, are such luxury to me.
Perhaps I have accumulated too many sins in my previous life and cannot afford to pay them back, so I have delayed them in this life. Otherwise, maybe, if I was born in Jiangmen, I would have a free and easy temper like my sister. But now, because of me, she can no longer be free and easy.
If the King of Jin speaks like that, I'm afraid the Liao family will also be criticized. If I nodded and agreed to the marriage, it would just be one more person. What's more, even if such a marriage, whose origin and destination are unknown, is formed, what will happen? I had just met him, and just because he was not afraid of my appearance, I dropped everything and followed him. Is it worth it? I can't let go of the flute and the stack of books beside my bed. With them by my side, I can spend the next sixteen years safely. It doesn’t matter if your time is wasted, life is just a big blurred dream, no matter how many achievements you make, it will just return to dust in the end. If I don’t pursue or have extravagant hopes, I won’t be disappointed or sad.
So, I looked at him and shook my head.
I didn't know about such a thing at first, so I just ignored it.
His mother seemed to want to say something, but he raised his hand to stop her, "It's okay. I think Miss Liao and Jimo just met each other for the first time, so it's natural that Jimo is being abrupt. I'll come visit her again in the future when I have made great achievements."
The sword is facing the barbarian, the horse is riding on the Tianshan Mountains, who among today's Fuqi men doesn't want it? Even if I have been isolated for a long time, Fuqi's national power is now declining, and his generals are in short supply. My father once maintained peace on the border, but now, he risked his own life in it. I don’t know how many people are willing to give their unblooming lives to the boundless coldness on the way to protect their homeland and country.
As he took a step forward, his mother suddenly said: "Master Jimo! Yan'er just needs to wait for a while to pack her bags. You have also seen the look of this girl...she doesn't know how to talk."
Indeed, speaking is very unfamiliar.
"Madam, Dongli has no intention of forcing it." His eyes gently slid across my cheek, as if to say, things come and go, but it's just a trance. He doesn't care about those small moments. However, I don't care either.
Sunlight is a no-go zone for my eyesight.
He walked step by step towards the dazzling void, and I had no choice but to lower my head.
My mother pushed me gently from behind, but I couldn't see the look on her face that she wanted me to catch up. It's just that my body is weak, and she pushed me so hard that I staggered and almost fell. I frowned and walked away, and she seemed to be surprised too.
Suddenly, someone held my arm with force. I looked back and saw that Jimo Dongli had just stepped into the sunshine and I could no longer see it. The creases between his brows were deeply frowned, "What?"
My eyes fell on his hand holding mine, and I suddenly pulled my arm, striding back, and my breathing became heavier unconsciously.
I am very afraid of other people's touch, even my mother, who makes me run away uncontrollably.
Although I don’t remember what it felt like to be touched for the first time when I was born, I know clearly that everyone regarded me as a plague and avoided me. Even I am deeply worried about the present and the future.
"I'm afraid Xiner still remembers the young master." The mother pretended to smile, "Now he is a general."
His eyes fell on me, but I didn't dare to raise my head no matter what, for fear of seeing the sunshine behind him.
He seemed to smile in a daze, very softly, "Miss Liao hasn't said a word to Jimo yet. I'm afraid she doesn't care about me, but in her heart, she already has a husband from someone, and she doesn't want to commit herself to a rough guy like me." .”
"Whose husband already has a husband?" How could he say that to me? It was the youthful and ignorant joke. These ignorant words sounded sharp and harsh. I only glared at him slightly, then hurriedly lowered my head again.
"This child is just shy." The mother explained desperately.
I looked back slightly annoyed - shy? This is natural, after all, I am a person who cannot even appreciate the geometry of sunlight.
"If this is true, it will be Jimo's honor." He rolled up his sleeves calmly, "The military plane has important business and Jimo cannot stop. I will leave now. I will ask the servants in the mansion to send you any gifts for General Liao."
The mother's face showed a bit of sadness or a bit of joy: "National affairs are important, I don't dare to keep the general..."
He turned and left, and my mother never pushed me to follow him - his horse was too fast and disappeared in an instant. The door of Liao Mansion was slowly closed, and finally even the remaining gap could not be seen. The mother looked at her father in the coffin, sighed deeply, and said, "You should let him go."
Follow him? Jimo Dongli, or my father?
Perhaps, she just wanted to preserve her father's life, but she didn't want to see me again, so she tried every means to push me away. However, using me to get married to a person from the Han clan was not her original intention after all.
Even though my father was a military strategist and a general who saved the world, my father was criticized all his life for being incompetent in martial arts. The world respected him as a scholar. He had no concern that when the building was about to collapse, what was needed was something that could be attacked, retreated and defended. general. Then Jimo seems to be still young, how can he take on such a big responsibility?
Mother suddenly let out a long sigh and said helplessly, "I have to go to Prince Jin's Mansion myself."
The ceremony was about to begin, and my sister and King Jin were the ones who had to be present. However, everything that was originally smooth was completely destroyed because of my appearance.
Originally, I should have been locked up for the rest of my life, even if it was my father's so-called death.
tired.
I looked at my mother's already aging back, and my heart was just numb, numb from fatigue. He looked at the sandalwood coffin for the last time and lowered his head gently. After all, it was the person who gave him life.
Holding an umbrella and hiding under the eaves, I carefully returned to my cage - that is where I should exist. Sunshine is such a luxury thing. I must have done something wrong in my previous life and owe someone a debt. I have to pay it back in this life. I can understand this kind of fate, but I can't understand it thoroughly.
Maybe, I am really a monster and can only cause endless trouble and disaster.
I huddled in the darkest corner and looked at the stack of books on the bedside table from a distance. At the beginning, those books were already dog-eared, and now, nine years later, they are even more dilapidated. But that, after all, is the only thing I have. I also pulled three or four pieces of cloth and used them as the most common things in a girl's house. However, the little "playmate" was only around for half a day before the maid who came to clean the house on a routine basis threw it out with a look of disgust. I recognized that look, it was the same look they had when they saw me.
In the end, that's all.
I looked at the four walls without half a window, looked at the door that was tightly locked by me, looked at the candlestick on the table that had never been lit in sixteen years, and lay down hugging my knees.
Jimo Dongli, I suddenly thought of him. Why did he come to ask for marriage? Was it just for his father's last wish? How could any handsome young man from any family marry such a person because of someone's words? Fortunately, after my father passed away, I still had three years of filial piety. After three years, no matter what kind of man he is, he will only remember what a terrible monster I was. What's more, he is going to fight to kill the enemy, and the war is going on. How can he look at me leisurely and elegantly?
Long hair, tangled underneath her body. I stroked the knotted hair gently, but I couldn't untie it.
