The jet-black hair was tangled together like iron wire.
Xiao Xu was secretly glad that he didn't throw it away secretly.
Otherwise, I might have to die here tonight.
"Arrange a place for her to live."
After saying this, he left without looking back.
After a while, Qiu Xiaoan took a few steps forward and said respectfully, "Miss Xiao, please follow me."
I never thought that this small courtyard next to the main courtyard was decorated in a very humane way, but isn’t this courtyard for... side rooms or concubines to live in?
Qiu Xiaoan led people into the yard, holding a white paper lantern with light red lace.
The four high walls were made of gray-white stones, and rows of small flowers whose names were unknown were planted in the corners. The only one Xiao Xu could recognize was a purple morning glory that quietly emerged from the cracks in the wall, with the flowers facing the wall.
It gives the feeling that it wants to break out of the ground immediately.
Huh?
Xiao He paused for a moment and took a step back uncertainly.
There are a few lines of words under the purple morning glory.
Logically speaking, it was so dark that she couldn't have seen it visually, but surprisingly, she saw it.
Xiao He hesitated in her straw sandals, and her skirt swayed with them.
I decided to go over and take a look.
She said hello to Qiu Xiaoan, asked them to leave, and then walked slowly towards the wall with a lantern.
When he was one step away, he stopped.
She adjusted her skirt, squatted down, and shone the lantern in her hand onto the wall.
Use your other hand to spread open the remaining small flowers that are covering the area, letting them hang down on both sides.
Under the purple morning glory, the old and somewhat blurred characters slowly emerged in the light of the lanterns.
Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes, moved his lips slightly, and spoke slowly in a voice like a clear stream:
"The brocade zither has fifty strings, each string and pillar evokes a memory of my youth."
When she finished reading, her body suddenly lost weight, as if she had jumped off a cliff, parting with life and death.
She became a fleshless corpse, unable to move or speak, lying in the same place every day, breathing the same air.
Look at the same blue sky and white clouds, and the starry night.
From obsession, hatred and anger, it finally turned into numbness.
She knew that she had been dead for a long time, so long that... she had seen countless seasons change, from spring to autumn, from winter to spring.
Xiao Xu began to feel that he was an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years. Then he hinted that he was not actually alive at all.
She thought she would live like this forever.
Numb and lonely.
Like a lonely wooden boat in the ocean, with no direction and no place to stay.
"The brocade zither has fifty strings, each string and pillar evokes a memory of my youth."
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All images are evacuated.
Xiao Xu supported himself on the ground with his hands, breathing heavily. Cold sweat on his forehead soaked the roots of his hair, slid down from his eyebrows, and dripped silently onto the bluestone slabs.
The lighting lantern fell alone beside him, struggling to stay lit.
Whose memories are these?
The curled-up structure supporting the ground left ten striking marks.
After calming down his complicated inner thoughts, Xiao He straightened the lantern and picked it up again. He accidentally glanced at the purple morning glory and found that the writing on the wall had disappeared.
She was confused but didn't dare to be careless. It was getting late and she should rest.
Thinking of this, Xiao Xu patted her wrinkled skirt and walked towards the bedroom with the lantern in hand.
After she left, the morning glory turned into stars.
The next day.
After more than a month, Xiao Xu finally had a good sleep. He stretched and was about to put on his straw sandals when he found a pair of white embroidered shoes lying quietly next to them.
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