She walked through the gate, glanced at the squatting lion at the door, and blended into the crowd of neighbors, looking for the person setting off the sky lantern.
Entering the sky lantern source, turning around the corner, she hurriedly walked towards the ancient tree not far away with great excitement. In the hazy night, she whispered: "Yuan Gong, but you are here!"
She vaguely discerned that there was a small pavilion under the tree covered with red ribbons. A person was lighting a lamp beside the pavilion. The fire suddenly burned, and she saw clearly that the man was not the person she had been thinking about, but Wan Yanyong. In an instant, she My heart fell from the sky to the ground.
"Your Majesty, why are you here?" She paused for a long time before asking softly.
I saw him standing under the big tree, standing on the side of the red fence, staring at the lights in front of him in trance, without replying. For a long time, he held up the huge sky lantern alone, closed his eyes and meditated. In a moment of freedom and ease, he let go of his hands, and the sky lantern slowly rose. He had already pasted the rice paper on this cup, but he had not written anything. On the flower table in the pavilion, the inkstones had already frozen together.
"Your Majesty, the sky lantern you folded is so beautiful!" She looked up and was mesmerized by the stars in the sky.
He slowly came closer, lowered his eyes, looked at her eyes full of joy, then slowly raised his head, and said gently: "Do you like it?"
She nodded and smiled lightly at him.
"Did you think Brother Wang was here just now?" he asked.
She slowly said: "No!"
"The lonely king just heard you call him by name!"
She stood there without replying, only looking at his handsome face, fixed in her eyes.
"That's all, King Gu is joking with you, what are you and me doing?"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" She bowed slightly, respectfully, and without any arrogance.
When he saw it, he passed by with his hands behind his back and raised his head to the sky: "Qingya, I don't understand when we became so estranged, to the point where we had to meet and greet each other. You were never so reserved when you were a child, you were always..."
"Cousin!" she interrupted.
"Cousin, it's not that I want to be so restrained. My brother is a member of the royal family, so I naturally have to be more respectful."
"Okay! You've already called me cousin, what else can I say!"
He hesitated and only climbed the stone steps, turned to the pavilion and stood in front of the flower table, beckoning her to come over: "Would you like to put some sky lanterns with me?"
She nodded and walked over, sitting down opposite him. She then began to bend the thin bamboo strips, then placed them on the candle fire to bake until soft, folding them twice and then three times, and fixed the end with a hemp rope.
"You haven't forgotten it yet!" He chuckled in front of the candlelight.
"Of course I will never forget what my cousin taught me. I miss you when I was a kid. I watched you fold lanterns every year. Later, I roughly learned it, but you left for Liaoyang for six years.".c
Her fluffy sleeves lingered in front of the light, and she said this quietly with her brow lowered. Suddenly, he looked at her childish cheeks while facing the case, and all the past memories came to his mind: "Qingya, do you miss your childhood?"
"Of course I miss you. The older I get, the more I feel I have lost the freedom and frankness of my youth. As time goes by, we are all changing!"
The heavy eyebrows rose and fell on her forehead, and he sneered: "As you get older, you have a burden. I am now twenty-five and have been alone in my family for thirteen years, and I have never been as worried as you. .”
"Brother, forget it if you don't understand. Just fold the lantern! It will be bright soon!"
"Okay, okay!"
The plain paper lingered in his hands. He carefully calculated the paper materials needed for each place, cut and folded it in half, applied the paste and lightly glued it to the woven bamboo frame, tied a small plate at the bottom, and placed some fuel in it.
"Okay, the lamp is ready! Is there anything you want to write?"
He took the silk and wiped his hands, then stood next to her and looked at the two people's works comfortably. When he lowered his head, he saw her writing pen ready to be placed on the rice paper, and she paused for a while.
"What do you want to write about? Is there anything you want to do in the new year?"
"Brother, please stay away, I don't want to show him!" She pursed her lips and said.
"Okay, you write yours, and I'll write mine! Don't peek at each other."
"Okay!" she replied.
As soon as Wan Yanyong picked up the pen, he paused for a long time. Through the layers of light, he saw the love of his life. The shadow of the candle cast a gentle light gold on her fair face. When she picked up the pen and put down the words, the dot between her fingers The color is red, just like the blood in his heart. Many years ago, when she first came into the world as a swaddling baby, he raised his hands and hugged her into his arms, treating her with love every word. Five or six years passed. These years were the lowest years of his life. My father After her death, her mother was converted, and the warmth of her family, which was already a handful, was fleeting. After that, she was left with an empty palace and cold sleeves.
But she, an ignorant young girl, delicate and beautiful, had been raised by his side since she was born. The brother and sister spent the day and night together, sharing the warmth and cold, clinging to each other, and spent that period of emptiness in their hearts. After six years of guarding the border area, he came back full of joy, but she no longer seemed to be the only one with him. Someone else lived in her heart.
Looking back on the past, it was exactly what he wanted, and he couldn't help but feel heartbroken. He still couldn't let her go. He gritted his teeth and wrote a line of big words in his pen: "If you can treat your neighbor's daughter, you will love her forever!"
At that moment, when the words fell, he poured everything in his heart, while she was opposite, under the candlelight, her hands lingering on the paper for a long time, only hurriedly writing her name on the corner of the paper, and nothing else.
"Qingya, have you finished writing?" He raised his head and asked.
"It's written!"
He turned around and was about to stretch his head to look, but she covered him with her sleeves: "Don't peek! Brother, don't try to cheat."
He chuckled twice, then he and she lifted up the sky lantern, walked in the courtyard, and let go of it together. Watching the slowly rising sky lantern blowing into the distance in the evening wind, gradually getting further and further away, and finally turning into a hazy bright spot on the horizon. He and she sat on the stone steps and looked at the beautiful rivers and mountains in the distance, as if they had returned to their childhood. hour.
"Qingya, what did you write?" He turned his head and asked her.
"If I tell my brother, it won't work!" She smiled foolishly.
"Okay! Okay! I know it even if you don't tell me, so I won't ask any more questions!"
She never looked at him, she only looked at the beautiful scenery, but he never looked at the beautiful scenery.
"Cousin, I was too impulsive a few days ago, so I did it rashly. I hope you can forgive me! I'm just too worried about He'er."
"That's okay, but what I don't understand is, I was drunk in the garden the night before, why didn't you come to see me? Do you really have no affection for me?" He turned sideways and looked into her deep eyes.
"I don't know how to face it, I'm scared!" she replied. After finishing her answer, she quickly stood up and walked away.
He recalled his recklessness in the past few days and blamed himself fiercely: "I was too reckless before... I will definitely not hurt you."
"Cousin, the damage has been done a long time ago. Daddy wants to dedicate me to you. Do you know how much I have endured over the years? Why did you agree to Daddy's petition? Why are you doing this?" She became more impulsive.
"I want to reassure you as soon as possible. You asked to leave several times, but I said yes, but in my heart I really couldn't bear to let go. Qingya, are you really willing to abandon our previous friendship?"
"Cousin, do you have to force me? Will you feel at ease if I disappear? You and dad just want to put this matter down. I'm going to say it all, and I don't want to say it. Originally, if you Let it go, and we will continue to have the deep love of brother and sister as before, but if you insist on being aggressive and forcing me to marry you, we will both lose in the end."
After the words fell, he didn't say anything, he just looked at her rosy cheeks lost in the north wind. Such gentle words, such firm tone, it hurt so much that it pierced his heart. He was about to say something to her, but when he saw her taking out the silk, he realized that her eyes were full of coldness that was about to surge. tears.
"Your Majesty, it's late at night. It's a blessing to enjoy the scenery with your Majesty today. I went back home early to avoid others gossiping! I say goodbye here."
Before he could recover, he saw her quietly moving away from her figure gradually becoming blurred, and the sound of her exquisite ring slowly faded away. He raised his hand to call her, but was unable to speak. Next to him, there was the old tree with branches full of red ribbons and colorful lanterns, and in the distance were the crowded neighborhoods. He was independent here, looking at the sky full of fireworks and stars, but his heart was filled with tears.
It was riddled with holes.
"I will never show mercy from now on!" He stood beside the ancient tree and made a decision in his heart.
Qingya, who ran out, did not return to her house, but went into the neighborhood alone, walking through the streets. It has to be said that although Huining City is located in the extremely cold north and is sparsely populated, during the annual Spring Festival, the bustling city is also noisy. Along the way, there are Xiaosheng Xiaohua who sings "The Legend of Yingying" on the streets. The old man buying candied haws on a straw tip, the biscuit vendor whose business had been slow in the past two days, had thrown away his pole and set up a tent tonight, and the Qunfang Pavilion that we met two steps across the bridge, and finally we met the building. The small restaurant where she had her first spicy spicy soup.
"Girl, come and try a bowl of our most special spicy spicy soup!"
It was the same waiter who was inviting guests outside with a towel. Qingya was really hungry, so she wanted to go in and have a drink. She touched the top of her head, but found that she was not wearing a curtain hat, so she blushed and hurriedly went to find it. A shop where you can buy curtains and hats.
She lowered her head and hurriedly went to the shop where she bought brocade cloth, found a veil and put it on. Then she crossed the bridge again, walked among the restaurants, adjusted her makeup, hair and clothes and walked in.
"Girl, where do you want to sit?"
"Just find me the wing upstairs near Qian Street!"
"okay!"
The waiter answered and immediately called another waiter to take her there.
"Hey, sir, please!"
"For everyone here tonight, I bought drinks!"
She was just about to step up the wooden steps to the attic, when she heard everyone in the hall shouting and cheering, she turned around to take a look at the consul curiously. She stood on the steps, standing far away, and saw the tall and majestic man. , with a promiscuous woman on each side, full of alcohol and drunkenness, he walked swaying, and from time to time he would raise his hand to tease the beautiful woman in his arms.
