(eighteen)
No one can ruin Sister Zhao's life of Yunjuan Yunshu, let alone bring the slightest danger to Sister Zhao.
Neither can Yue Fei!
Those black-hearted people will not be extra tolerant of Sister Zhao just because of the so-called close relationship.
"Sister Zhao?"
Yue Fei had just filled a cup of medicinal tea and accidentally spilled it all over his sleeves and wet his clothes.
"Isn't this title not quite right?"
"If I remember correctly, Jushi Yi An is older than you."
The window sash was half open, showing a bit of silence and coldness.
Sun Ge's eyebrows were filled with sadness due to the night wind, and she responded silently in her heart, yes, it was Sister Zhao, her own daughter.
"My pleasure."
Yue Fei twisted his wet sleeves and raised his eyebrows, "Sir, this is unreasonable. The world is inherently full of hardships for women. Yi An, a layman, has always been in chaos, and is also in a state of ups and downs."
"I know for sure that I won't disturb her." Sunge frowned and pushed the broken branch down into the crack of the window.
The night is getting deeper and colder.
The courtyard is covered with a hazy white layer, like hoarfrost or moonlight.
"You can rest in peace and recover."
"I'll look for an opportunity to come see you another day."
As if self-flagellating, Sunge poured himself another cup of health-preserving medicinal tea and drank it all in one gulp.
She had heard such a saying before.
Time is fleeting, and the saddest thing is not that children don't recognize each other, and smile and ask where the guests are from.
Instead, the rusty lock on the broken door has not been opened for a long time, and the gray brick path is covered with dry moss. Nameless withered grass fills the courtyard.
However, between her and Sister Zhao, neither of these two things fit together well.
Yue Fei looked at Sun Ge's figure leaving alone, and suddenly inexplicable thoughts came to him.
As if the world is vast, that person has nowhere to go and will always be a passer-by.
Yue Fei laughed at himself and blamed himself for his random thoughts.
Xin Zan, Xin Zan, three generations of the same family, so they have friends all over the world. They are open-minded, unparalleled in wisdom and courage, and can say with great enthusiasm that we are all brothers in the world.
It's all my fault that this night has blinded people's eyes.
Yue Fei sighed softly and closed the half-open window.
It seems like this can suppress the turbulent emotions.
…
After several searches, Sunge found out about the courtyard where Sister Zhao had lived in seclusion in recent years.
Compared with the former residence where there were many pavilions and pavilions filled with gold and jade, the house where Sister Zhao lived in seclusion was not that big.
In her opinion, she even felt a little wronged by Sister Zhao.
However, it is better than elegance.
Sun Ge climbed over the white wall, used the old tree to hide her figure, leaned on the thick trunk, and quietly looked at Zhao Jieer who was drying books in the courtyard.
Her photo sister is really old.
His hair is gray and his movements are slow, like an ordinary old man.
"Sister Zhao." Sunge murmured softly.
At some point, the wind started blowing.
The books drying in the small courtyard rustled in the wind.
Sister Zhao slightly frowned her eyebrows, which were so thin that they couldn't be seen clearly, feeling quite distressed.
He raised his head and observed the changes in the weather.
After a moment, he sighed, "I'm afraid things are going to change again today."
One book at a time.
One stack after another.
Sister Zhao moved slowly but steadily, and finally packed up the books in the yard before the rain fell.
Sunge wiped the rain off her face, landed gracefully on the ground, and opened the door lightly as if she had taken shelter from the rain by chance.
For no other reason than that, she just wanted to drink a cup of tea brewed by Sister Zhao.
After a long time, Sister Zhao opened the door holding an oil-paper umbrella.
"Old man, I wonder if I can use your place to take shelter from the rain temporarily?"
"I won't go into the house, just under the eaves."
Fearing that Sister Zhao would refuse, Sunge quickly added.
Sister Zhao looked at Sun Ge politely, nodded in agreement, and turned her umbrella towards Sun Ge.
Sunge was unhappy again.
How could Sister Zhao take a strange old man home casually?
What if the old man has other plans?
Well, she's so weird.
She was hoping that Sister Zhao would let her in, but after she came in, she...
Sun Ge stood under the eaves of the corridor and saw the portrait hanging in Sister Zhao's study through the window blown open by the wind.
Sister Zhao held the tea cup, followed Sun Ge's line of sight, and smiled gently. There still seemed to be a hint of admiration on her old face, "That's my mother's portrait."
Sun Ge took the tea and moistened his astringent throat, "Your Majesty and the old man must have a deep love for each other as mother and daughter."
The smile on Sister Zhao's eyebrows gradually spread, "My mother is very good to me."
Yes, the mother who taught her to be independent in the world.
Sun Ge only felt that the heat of the tea made his eyes sore, and his vision became hazy. "Old man, what else do you wish for?"
I always want to make the life of taking care of my sister more regret-free.
Li Qingzhao was startled, "What you said is really strange."
"My wish, my wish, I used to have many absurd prayers in my heart, but after so many years, I have gradually become clearer."
"Today, my family no longer exists, but I only long for the day when I can return to my homeland."
"In the long run, the Central Plains will be settled in the north, and the mountains and rivers will be safe."
"I, I can go back again..."
Then go back to Mingshui, then back to Bianliang.
Sun Ge put down the tea cup in his hand and looked at Li Qingzhao with burning eyes: "Old man, your wish will definitely come true."
"After many years, the glory of the Han family will shine brightly in the world."
"you……"
After all, Sunge still didn't ask the question, "Will you follow me back to your hometown?"
But now, my hometown is a lost place, and there is no peace for a day.
Her wings are not yet strong enough to give Sister Zhao a paradise.
Not to mention, taking Yue Fei away from Lin'an is always dangerous every step of the way.
"Please also take care of your health, so that you can wait for the day when your wish comes true."
"The rain has calmed down a bit, so I won't bother the elderly anymore."
"There is a saying, if you don't vomit, don't complain. Elderly people need to be more vigilant in the future and don't trust others casually."
Sunge walked into the rain curtain, her vision blurred a little bit.
Li Qingzhao wanted to send the oil-paper umbrella away, but when he looked up, there was no one in the rain curtain.
What a strange person.
Li Qingzhao sighed softly.
The wind blew the portrait, and the person in the portrait seemed to be walking away.
Li Qingzhao stood under the eaves of the corridor, unable to calm down for a long time.
Is it an old acquaintance?
But, if it was an old acquaintance, why didn't she have any impression of that face?
But, if it wasn't old acquaintance, where did the familiar feeling that spread like ripples in my heart come from.
How could anyone ask her what her wish was when they met her for the first time?
After a while, Li Qingzhao smiled, shook his head, and sat down at his desk on a whim, spreading paper and grinding it, and the portrait of the man appeared on the paper.
As she gets older, her forgetfulness is far greater than her memory.
Maybe, maybe, after looking at it for a long time, I will have an impression.
This look...
Li Qingzhao paused in his heart and turned around suddenly to look at the somewhat aged portrait on the wall.
The same look.
How could anyone look at an elder with such loving and gentle eyes?
"Mother."
In an instant, Li Qingzhao felt sad.
She was reminded of her mother by a stranger.
A heavy rain fell all over the ground, and the rain curtain in the sky was frightening.
(End of chapter)
