Chapter 87 (End of Text)
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With a gentle glance, Ci Ying recalled the past, when Yan Ji held a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, crossed his legs, and nonchalantly called her "sister." At that time, they were suspicious of each other, and a true word had to be said in three circles.
The image of Yan Ji at that time overlapped with the image of Yan Ji now, who was trapped in love with red eyes and swallowing greasy pastries. It was like a foreshadowing of the passage of time, and it was like a chapter of the future was spreading out like this.
Ciying struggled to describe her feelings, her emotions swirling around her. She had just tasted a piece of the greasy pastry; it was so sweet, so sweet, she couldn't handle it.
A pair of slender, cold hands stroked her head. She turned around and met Xie Huaijin's eyes. Regardless of Yan Ji's presence, she slowly put her weight into the young man's arms, and her thoughts and eyes sank into the embrace along with her body.
The hands slowly stroked her head, soothing her thoughts that suddenly rose and fell. She closed her eyes, wrapped in the faint scent of herbs. Dimness became all she could see. Even with her eyes closed, she could still feel the young man's gaze. The familiar feeling of being wrapped in it made her feel like she was rushing towards him more violently like water.
People always have some inexplicable emotions. When they were resting in the inn at night, the young man hugged her on the bed, and the two of them looked into each other's eyes silently. When Ci Ying put her hands around the young man's neck, tears just rolled down her face. Those missed years were silent. Although she knew that they were gifts now, her heart still trembled when she really thought of them.
Separation, exhaustion, and silence ingrained in their bones, she didn't know how many more years they would need to heal each other with love.
Or maybe, being scarred is the norm.
But I'm still glad.
When we arrived in Miannan, it was the hottest time of the year.
The July light baked everything, the stones were hot and shiny, and the birds that landed on them immediately took off and flew away, and at the same time, the sorrow in Yan Ji's heart when he set out was also baked away.
It was the first time for the coachman to come here. Although he had a map, it was made many years ago. Many landmarks did not match the map at all. Even with Yan Ji giving directions, he often went to the wrong place.
Ci Ying joked with Xie Huaijin that they seemed to be about to get heatstroke on their way to escape the summer heat.
Xie Huaijin smiled gently and wrapped Ci Ying's hand with his own.
Ci Ying let out a comfortable sigh. How could someone have cold hands in such a hot day?
If you hold her hand for too long, even the coldest hand will be affected by the warmth. Then Xie Huaijin will let go of her hand and hold it again when it becomes colder.
Yan Ji couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he lifted the curtain and went out to quietly take over the coachman's position. He knew the road, and with him driving, they didn't need to look at the map and wouldn't get lost, and the speed was much faster.
When they passed a mountain, Yan Ji said, "We have arrived in Mianyang."
This is the border of Mianyang. Yan Ji drove for another day and arrived at the villa.
The weather in Miannan is indeed better than that in Mobei, especially in the Summer Resort. The terrain is high, there is plenty of water and trees, which can effectively repel mosquitoes and make it cool everywhere.
The group chose houses at random. Ci Ying and Xie Huaijin lived in one room, and Yan Ji said that they seemed too close to each other, so he chose a room far away from them. There were many rooms in the villa, and the matter of arranging accommodation was handed over to the housekeeper of the villa, a kind-looking old man. When he saw her, he respectfully called her "Miss".
On the first night of their stay, Ci Ying and Xie Huaijin lay on the bamboo bed in the yard and watched the stars.
The stars were bright and numerous, brighter and more numerous than they had ever seen anywhere before.
But when the young man gently stroked her head, Ci Ying whispered, "Don't come next year."
Xie Huaijin laughed softly and pinched Ciying's face: "Then I won't come."
I rushed along the way, which took up a lot of time and energy. It happened to be very hot, and I almost got heatstroke on the way before I could reach the summer resort.
Xie Huaijin said, "I'm not coming." Ci Ying smiled again. After all the tiredness on her body had gone, she had no strength left. She whispered, "It's actually very beautiful. Look at the stars and the moon. They're so bright..."
The young man said softly, "I saw a boat where we passed by. If Ciying likes, we can lie on the boat and watch it someday."
Ci Ying really became interested. She stopped looking at the stars and turned over to look at Xie Huaijin.
Under the moonlight, the young man's face was covered with a soft veil. Ci Ying blinked and said softly, "I like it."
A double entendre.
I like lying on the boat and watching the stars, and I also like Xie Huaijin.
"Then let's go another day." Xie Huaijin held Ci Ying's hand. Ci Ying's hand was warm but without sweat. Compared with his own body temperature which was always cold, Xie Huaijin liked Ci Ying's more.
Ci Ying put her other hand on Xie Huaijin's eyes. She snuggled in the young man's arms. Her snow-white clothes were soft and cold, like a piece of white revealed by the bright moonlight. Ci Ying released her hand that was covering Xie Huaijin's eyes and twisted Xuan'er on the snow-white clothes.
Xie Huaijin opened his eyes and watched Ci Ying playing with a faint smile.
When she was tired of playing, Ci Ying lay quietly in Xie Huaijin's arms.
The fatigue from the road swept across her eyes, and because the person next to her was Xie Huaijin, she was even more carefree. She fell asleep with her eyes drooping.
Human memories are always creating and overwriting. If you tell Ci Ying in the past that one day she will feel infinite comfort and security just by staying with Xie Huaijin, she probably won't believe it.
This may be the greatness of time, an invisible hand pushing the past and destiny.
People are running, some meet again, some miss each other.
Choice and change are one and the same.
After Ciying fell asleep, Xie Huaijin picked her up.
Well, his legs had recovered to the point where he could lift Ciying without much effort. In fact, only when he actually lifted her up did he realize that Ciying was very thin and that it didn't take much effort to lift her up.
When she pushed open the door, Ci Ying woke up briefly, but when she saw Xie Huaijin's face in a daze, she fell asleep again.
There were candles lit in the room. After putting Ciying on the bed, Xie Huaijin got up and closed half of the window.
A candle in the distance was lit, and all the candles nearby were blown out. Before going to bed, Xie Huaijin kissed Ciying's forehead lightly and tenderly.
The next day, when Ciying woke up, she felt pain in her back.
She looked up and saw a figure reading by the window. She supported her face with her hands and looked for a while, and a smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of her lips.
"Xie Huaijin." She called out.
The young man was wearing a green robe today, which looked very cool considering the weather in Miannan.
When Ciying picked him up, she found that it was true.
She rubbed her face against the young man's clothes, and was pinched by Xie Huaijin on her chin to lift her face up. Ci Ying looked at Xie Huaijin with a smile, and the young man just smiled at her.
Ci Ying knelt up and hugged the young man's neck: "You woke up so early."
Xie Huaijin said softly, "I'm used to it."
Ci Ying's hands moved unnaturally, and she lowered her eyes to hide the heartache that she couldn't hide. She hugged him and said, "No, you have to get up with me tomorrow."
Even if the habits developed due to illness are good, Ciying doesn't want Xie Huaijin to have them.
After a while, Ci Ying said softly, "You did it on purpose."
The young man said with a gentle face: "I didn't."
Ci Ying didn't care whether Xie Huaijin was there or not. After a long while, she murmured, "I will feel sorry for Xie Huaijin for the rest of my life."
Is this any different from saying "I will love Xie Huaijin for the rest of my life"?
No.
Xie Huaijin's eyes grew softer. He didn't know what he had done to deserve Ciying's lasting tenderness. He listened to Ciying's confession over and over again, following her example and slowly repeating his own.
"Xie Huaijin loved Ciying all his life."
If love is compared to growing flowers, Xie Huaijin is more like that flower.
He had lost all his branches and leaves a long time ago, and was left bare, waiting to rot. But Ciying's love was like sunshine and rain, nourishing and watering him. On an inconspicuous spring day, the rotting flower grew a small new leaf.
Hua had not yet felt excited about the new life, but Ciying was already cheering. Ciying's cheering was so loud that Xie Huaijin could hear her heartbeat even when he covered his ears.
Then the flower grew another leaf...
So the flower has life.
Then one day, the flowers bloomed.
So, Xie Huaijin began to say: "I love you."
Ci Ying didn't show any surprise at the words of love, even though the corners of her mouth buried in the young man's arms could no longer be suppressed. She hugged the man in front of her tightly and whispered, "Yes, please love me forever."
As she spoke, Ciying began to laugh.
But Xie Huaijin didn't smile, he just closed his eyes and kissed Ci Ying.
So he shared Ciying's smile.
Just like long ago, Ciying generously shared her love for the world with him.
He was able to exist.
Two days later, on a day with good weather, Ci Ying and Xie Huaijin boarded a small boat.
Although it is a small boat, it is big enough for two people to lie down and watch the stars side by side.
The boat was swaying in the water. Ci Ying was a little afraid of falling down. She had a hard time keeping her balance, but then she remembered that she and Xie Huaijin both knew how to swim.
The young man supported her and Ciying sat down safely.
She held her face with her hands, thinking of many things, and vaguely understood some things.
Their memories of the ship were not good, and could even be considered bad.
She opened her eyes wide and looked at Xie Huaijin——
The young man also looked at her.
Seeing her eyes sparkling, he smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"
Ci Ying supported her face with her hands. At this time, the stars in the night sky were twinkling, and the wind made the lights on the bow of the boat flicker.
"Why did you think I liked Mr. Li?"
When two people with good memory bring up old things, as soon as Ci Ying says something, Xie Huaijin will understand the reason.
He glanced at the boat moving slowly on the waves and said honestly, "I saw those poems."
Ci Ying thought about it for a while, and it was probably a few love poems that were written to fill in the gaps in the character of "Jiang Wei". She lay down on the boat, and the young man lay down beside her.
He lowered his head and felt guilty whenever he recalled what happened.
Ci Ying looked for a long time. The sky was full of stars, but she could only see him.
"It's for you."
After hesitating for a long time, Ci Ying finally spoke.
I don't know if it can be said that it was written for Xie Huaijin, but when she wrote those poems, only Xie Huaijin's figure flashed through her mind. Even though it contained countless resentments, grievances and grudges, when she talked about love, she could only think of his name.
Even though the past was no longer important, she still didn't want him to have misunderstandings.
As far as she could remember, Xie Huaijin had actually mentioned this to her before. She seemed to have directly admitted being misunderstood at that time. She was more stubborn than anything else at that time. Being misunderstood seemed to be a huge matter. Her first thought was not to resolve it but "How could you misunderstand me?" and "Since you think so of me, then I am like this." She was fussy and serious, and then she shed tears stubbornly.
Time and time again, over and over again, as if there is endless love and energy.
In her memories, Ci Ying saw Xie Huaijin's silence and sadness, and also saw her own red eyes.
And there are those silent arguments scattered throughout the years.
Those words that were never said, those scars.
What is love?
Whenever Ci Ying asked herself this question, she would habitually look for Xie Huaijin.
There are thousands of kinds of love in the world, but her love is only related to one person.
If she had to describe it——
She would probably say—
You are a very high moon, shining brightly in my youth.
Xie Huaijin, you are the moon.
The moonlight shone on the two people, who were hugging and kissing each other. The boat began to shake, and the galaxy trembled with it. Ci Ying felt her clothes being undone, and she wanted to stop Xie Huaijin's hands, but she was kissed so hard that she had no strength left.
As the young man's slender fingers slid along the falling silk ribbon across the trembling body, the surging desire slowly overwhelmed his rationality under the moonlight.
The lotus flowers drooped their petals, and the water splashing from the lake looked like crystal white dewdrops. The young man's slender, cold fingers were quiet and gentle, splashing drops of tears into Ciying's misty eyes.
With her clothes half undressed, Ci Ying leaned over the boat and watched the young man's swaying shadow. Or maybe it was the boat, or the water. Even the lotus could hardly bear such mud. The cold touch on her body, the moment her skin trembled, she gently pinched and twisted it, and the numbness spread from her fingertips. The teasing below her body, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, seemed to patiently awaken the buds of spring.
Warm breath, hands wrapped in warmth, and gushing water. After a burst of white light, Ci Ying's eyes were dazed and she looked towards the young man with tears in her eyes, desperately needing a hug that could soothe her trembling.
She turned over and peeled off the young man's clothes that had never been undone. She didn't care about her own half-undressed clothes, with the belt hanging down. The young man's body was as white as jade under the moonlight. Ci Ying pressed her eyes and tears against his. It was as soft and delicate as the spring flowers in March, and her heartbeat could be felt along the flower stems.
The sweet nectar is mixed with a light medicinal fragrance. The summer in July seems like the spring in March. The moment you feel your heartbeat is even more emotional. Love is noisy, like the chirping of summer cicadas, the gurgling stream flowing into the water, the lover's clothes covering half of his body, and the moonlight is like a veil.
The young man hugged her at the right time. There were still crystal dewdrops on his fingers, which were casually washed with lake water, and a clear and sticky warmth remained.
Ci Ying curled up in Xie Huaijin's arms, her body trembling slightly and her heartbeat paused.
Her eyes were slightly red, and she buried herself in Xie Huaijin's arms. She could feel the young man's equally accelerated heartbeat. It seemed as if a red line, or a blood line, was connecting the two people's pulses, bright red and sticky, entwining everything.
The relief of her desire turned into tears in the corners of her eyes. When she looked up at Xie Huaijin, she hugged him silently.
It seemed too late to say "no" at this time. She stared at his lips that were still moist, his soft tongue and his cold hands. She shuddered and hugged him tightly with her eyes closed. It was a new round of indulgence. She wanted to wipe off the crystal clear mucus on the young man's lips, but the young man always avoided her hands and only kissed her neck gently.
The scent of lotus mixed with the smell of mountain spring water became Ciying's memory of that night.
She didn't have time to see the stars at first, but later she saw them all in the swaying moonlight.
Looking straight at the night sky, the stars and clouds are mixed together, then there is the moon, and then there is the water. The Buddhist scriptures often talk about the land of bliss, and the human world... this is called bliss.
......
Ci Ying didn't know how many books Xie Huaijin had read, but she wanted to confiscate Xie Huaijin's books.
......
She failed to confiscate it.
......
The weather in Miannan is very good. When it is hottest, just hold a small fan and the heat will go away.
Even when she was out for fun, Ciying had to deal with some urgent official business every now and then. Whenever this happened, Xie Huaijin would hold the small fan that Ciying usually used and fan her with interest.
A beautiful woman with red sleeves?
Ciying didn’t know, she just felt that the weather, which was not hot at all, had become hot again.
At the beginning of August, Yan Ji returned to Mobei quietly.
Ci Ying looked at Xie Huaijin, who shook his head slightly to signal her not to interfere.
Ci Ying had no intention of intervening. Neither Yan Ji nor Ling Shuang had ever spoken to her about this matter. Ling Yue had mentioned it a few times, but her thoughts kept changing, and in the end she just said, "I don't know either."
Ci Ying naturally wouldn't intervene when no one mentioned it to her. She just felt that it was a pity in the world that many people could not be together. She just thought of Zhu Guang Mo Yu again. She didn't know if the two of them would be together in the underworld after a few years. I think they should be happy.
Things in this world are unpredictable, so she cherishes the people in front of her even more.
In late August, Ci Ying and Xie Huaijin also prepared to go back.
Official duties in Mobei kept piling up, and even with Lingyue, Lingshuang, and Yan Ji helping out there, Ciying still felt uneasy. There wasn't really any need for her to return, but after being away for two months straight, she felt a bit slack.
Lingyue, Lingshuang and Yanji are all family members, but family members are not oneself. Everyone has their own strengths, and therefore there are also some flaws that are visible at a glance. Ciying knows very well that some things will go wrong in the long run.
Xie Huaijin once said that she was not suitable to be a person in power because she would subconsciously bear the fate of others.
Time makes this sentence make sense.
Ci Ying understood that behind every order and every decision were lives, so she worked diligently and cautiously, but she could never possess the composure that Xie Huaijin had before.
But when she talked about this matter with Xie Huaijin again, the young man stared into her eyes and apologized softly.
Xie Huaijin said to Ciying, "I was wrong. When I put you first, I didn't want you to bear the fate of tens of millions of people. I was afraid that the sheer magnitude of fate would crush you. But you didn't... You did very well."
Xie Huaijin sincerely felt that as a person in power, Ci Ying did a better job than him.
She sympathized with everything that was so humble and insignificant in their situation.
Xie Huaijin also understood that even with these words, his tone still carried an indelible sense of superiority, but this was not something he could change in a short time. Every inch of his flesh and blood was nourished by power, and he would never be able to treat everything in the world like Ci Ying.
He let go of his prejudices and stereotypes, and the excessive care and interference that made Ciying uncomfortable, and only then did he understand the value that Ciying had shown at the beginning.
Whether it was a maid who made a mistake or a child who died tragically on the roadside, Ci Ying always respected and revered life.
She stood in front of them, looking at him angrily, silently and pleadingly. She did not regard him as an enemy, she was just naturally protecting the weaker people, and she defended people's right to make mistakes without dying.
Maybe it has been biased, but it is rare and precious in this world.
He once despised her tolerance. She allowed others to hurt her and took on responsibilities that did not belong to her, until the object of Ci Ying's tolerance became him.
He silently watched Ciying's kindness, watched Ciying grit her teeth and even though she couldn't bear it anymore, she still chose to hold his hand, standing in front of him, always gritting her teeth and leading him forward step by step. Of course, he also saw Ciying's occasional giving up and decadence, but this did not prevent...
It does not hinder the preciousness of words in this world.
"Really?" Hearing him say that, Ci Ying looked at him with sparkling eyes.
Xie Huaijin nodded and heard himself say, "Really."
Ci Ying was a little proud. She ignored the initial confusion she felt when accepting Mobei's affairs, and the late-night tears she cried because of several mistakes. She raised the corners of her mouth and looked at the young man: "Well, I won't be crushed!"
The young man's hand touched up: "Well, you don't have it."
Ci Ying rubbed her head against Xie Huaijin's hand, then stood on tiptoe and compared their heights with her hands. Xie Huaijin put his arm around her waist and lifted her up. Ci Ying suddenly moved upwards and heard Xie Huaijin say, "Let's compare again now."
Ci Ying raised her hand and hugged Xie Huaijin's neck with a smile: "I'm taller."
"Yes, Ciying is taller." Xie Huaijin also said with a smile.
Ci Ying was slowly put down. She looked up at Xie Huaijin. Time had passed and they were no longer young.
Yet it seemed as if they were just beginning to grow young.
Young Xie Huaijin walked out of the bright and cold ancestral hall, with his father standing behind him, and behind him were countless "fathers". He held tremendous power and called himself a monster who had created a way for the world to avoid destruction. Everyone said that monsters had no emotions, desires, flesh and blood.
Young Ci Ying looked up at the moon. She sat on the wall and kept looking back. The young lady sat in a wheelchair, pale and weak, but looked at her with a smile. She looked at the vague future in the hazy moonlight. She didn't know that her future footsteps would become farther and farther, and she didn't know that growing up is just a few moments.
Their youth was not intertwined.
They were no longer young but began to fall in love.
How do we calculate youth?
Ci Ying and Xie Huaijin didn't know that they kissed under the heaven and earth, they accompanied each other in the world, she stood on his shoulders, and also carried the sick body of a young man on her back, she was his crutch for walking in the world, and he was always the moon she looked up to.
The red thread entwined them tightly, and one could count each circle carefully, revealing that they had tied and wrapped it themselves.
Blame fate or be grateful to fate?
It seems like they no longer exist.
Love is hands clasped together, it is a glimpse of a girl on a snowy day long, long ago. Love is lips that support each other, it is the momentary gaze of a young boy as he walks past his second sister's corner.
What is love?
It was in September of a certain late autumn that Ci Ying climbed up a very tall tree, picked the reddest fruit, and handed it to her eternal lover with a smile.
"I picked for you the fruit you wanted to eat when you were young."
Xie Huaijin took the fruit and took a bite.
Ci Ying saw his tears, but asked gently, "Is it sweet?"
Xie Huaijin nodded, and nodded again: "It turns out to be so sweet."
——A tribute to Ying and Xie Huaijin’s youth that they can never return to.
——Speech to Ying and Xie Huaijin A future as free as the wilderness.
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【Author’s words】
The main story of wulawula is finished! May wulawula Ciying and Xie Huaijin be happy forever! Thank you all for your support and companionship along the way. I love you all. If you have any extra chapters you'd like to see, please leave your order in the comments section. I'll pick the ones that inspire me to write!
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——The text is as follows——
Chu Fuyao was brought into the palace since she was young and was doted on.
When she was young, she fell in love with Xie Youli, the aloof and noble Prime Minister of the dynasty.
When she came of age, the Empress Dowager issued an imperial decree and she married him as she wished.
Married life was not what she had expected.
Others treat each other with respect, but they treat each other with coldness.
After three years of marriage, Xie Youli had never even slept in the same bed with her.
Many years later she learned that the marriage was forced upon her by the Empress Dowager using her power, and that he had been extremely disgusted with her all these years.
Chu Fuyao felt heartbroken, but she was not prepared to argue any further.
She wrote a divorce letter with her own hands, but before she could give it to Xie Youli, a fire burned down her yard.
In the blazing firelight, Chu Fuyao felt that her life had been quite lively. However, if she were to be reborn, she would definitely stay away from Xie Youli.
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She was reborn in the year when the Empress Dowager arranged a marriage for her.
At the coming-of-age banquet, the Empress Dowager pointed at Xie Youli in the distance and said with a smile, "Guai Fuyao is coming of age today. Would you please arrange a marriage for her?"
The hall was silent for a moment.
Then everyone heard the little princess who always followed Xie Youli shake her head softly and said, "No."
As if afraid that someone might not have heard clearly, the little princess repeated it again.
"Grandmother, I won't marry."
From beginning to end, she never looked at Xie Youli.
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In the distance, the Prime Minister Xie Youli, who has always been aloof and aloof, was as dark as ink.
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