Chapter 190
"Change clothes!"
On March 16, the tenth year of Yongyuan, accompanied by the master of ceremonies' chant, the Jinshi who had already received the official robes put on the red robes, stepped on the official boots, held the tablets in their hands, stood straight, raised their heads and chests, with undisguised excitement and pride in the depths of their eyes. From then on, they were no longer students from poor families who studied hard, they would embark on the official career and become the glory of their family.
Now that I have jumped over the dragon gate, my future will be smooth sailing!
"Thank you!"
The master of ceremonies sang loudly, and all the people who had officially become the emperor's subjects bowed and saluted His Majesty who was standing on the imperial city.
Huo Shian in the imperial city looked at the young man standing in the front with a figure as thin as a bamboo, with undisguised pride in his eyes.
"Hairpin flowers!"
Jiaojiao on Tian Street noticed Shi'ange's burning eyes in the imperial city, which were a mixture of pride, satisfaction and melancholy that his son had grown up, and felt a little helpless.
Brother Shi'an was not like this before. The reason he became like this was all his uncle's fault. Since he was cheated by his uncle several times in a row, Brother Shi'an's temper became much more irritable and outgoing. Once, he even chased his uncle around the Chongde Hall three times with the Emperor's Sword.
Thinking of this, Jiaojiao took the palace flower hairpin and put it on her temples. Huo Shian in the imperial city had a serious and majestic look on his face, but privately he instructed the painter to quickly paint this scene.
Huo Shi'an perfectly inherited the love that Uncle Yin and his uncle had for Jiaojiao. He spoiled Jiaojiao without any limit, which made Jiaojiao a thorn in the eyes of the little princes. Every time they saw Jiaojiao, they would glare at her fiercely, and then be coaxed into running after her by a string of candied haws from Jiaojiao.
In fact, Huo Shian originally wanted to nominate Jiaojiao as the third place winner. The third place winner has always been the most handsome among the top three. In Huo Shian's eyes, there will never be another young man as dazzling as Jiaojiao in the whole capital and Dayong.
However, when he thought of Jiaojiao winning the first and second place in a row, he hesitated. Compared with the three first places, the third place was not so impressive. In the end, Huo Shian had to hold his nose and give the third place to Qin Mianmian.
Jiaojiao stood at the front under the imperial city. He was a young boy who had gradually lost his childish appearance. His crimson official robe made his skin look cold and fair. The sunlight outlined the three-dimensional contours of his profile. His shoulders and back were curved into beautiful lines, and his waist belt made his waistline look narrow and strong. The boy's dark pupils contained starlight. The boy who grew up surrounded by love was more dazzling than the rising sun in the blue sky.
"play music!"
Suddenly, the sounds of drums and horns rang out, along with the sound of firecrackers, filling the streets with a great deal of liveliness.
"Officials, please mount your horses!"
A carefully selected, high-quality horse decorated with red ribbons was led out. Jiaojiao, the top scholar, stretched out his hand, grabbed the reins with his slender knuckles, and jumped onto the horse with a swift step of his long legs. He took the lead and slowly marched towards the outside of the imperial city to the sound of drums and music.
The imperial guards led the way, followed by the sound of drums, and with flags flying, the entire capital became bustling and lively.
"Here it comes, here it comes, look!"
The people on the street who had been waiting eagerly became excited instantly.
The Five Cities Army and the yamen runners used sticks to maintain order, but they were still unable to stop the enthusiastic people. As the team walked onto the street, flowers, purses and silk handkerchiefs were thrown down from the sky, like a colorful rain of petals, falling on the team riding horses on the street.
Jiaojiao, who was riding on a horse, felt something fall on his eyelashes. He blinked, and the thing fell from his eyelashes, sliding down along the bridge of his nose and the corners of his lips. Before it fell on his official robe, Jiaojiao raised his hand and pinched it at the second joint of his index and middle fingers.
He lowered his eyes and saw that each eyelash was drooping slightly, as if carefully drawn with ink. The bright red petals between the fingers made the slender white fingers look more graceful.
It turned out to be petals!
This scene was seen by the women on both sides of the restaurant. Suddenly, the screams became more intense, and purses and handkerchiefs were thrown out of the windows like rain.
He subconsciously turned his head to avoid the falling purse. Jiaojiao looked up and saw countless purses and silk handkerchiefs falling on his head. He was a little startled for a moment. He raised his hands and covered his head and face with his wide sleeves, so that he was not hit by the silk handkerchiefs.
Seeing this, Huo Youqi from the restaurant pulled down the pouch from his waist and threw it down as if to join in the fun, saying with a smile, "Hey, Jiaojiao is grown up and it's time to get married."
Jiaojiao recognized the purse at a glance and subconsciously reached out to catch it. The next moment, a tsunami-like scream rang out, startling the well-trained horse and almost throwing the scholar off its back.
Under the increasingly violent rain of purses, Zhou Hengshan, who had managed to steady himself, waved his hand towards Jiaojiao, who bowed to him in apology: "It's okay, it's okay."
He stroked his goatee, squinted his eyes and smiled at Jiaojiao's back, sighing in his heart, "What a young man in fine clothes and on a fierce horse..."
Xie Shuyu at the restaurant felt a little melancholy when he heard Huo Youqi's words. How come the little soft ball had grown so big in the blink of an eye? He couldn't help feeling melancholy when he thought that he could no longer hold the little ball in his arms and rub and tease it.
Yin Zheng did not feel any regret or melancholy. He just stood in the restaurant, looking at Jiaojiao without blinking.
The 13th year of Yongyuan was the year when Jiaojiao came of age.
Yin Zheng had someone calculate an auspicious day for the coming-of-age ceremony early in the morning and prepared all the necessary sacrificial items. That morning, he took Jiaojiao to the ancestral temple and informed the heaven, earth and ancestors in the temple.
Huo Youqi, using the excuse of being the oldest, shamelessly snatched the position of the main guest. Xie Shuyu and Liu Xingzhi, unable to compete with him, had no choice but to step back and act as sponsors.
Xie Shuyu and Liu Xingzhi combed Jiaojiao's hair, wrapped it with silk, and then took Jiaojiao through all the procedures and etiquette. Then, the maids who had arrived early in the Jing'an Marquis's Mansion and were waiting there came out one after another, holding the necessary items.
Jiaojiao sat down in front of the table. Huo Youqi cleaned his hands and straightened the silk cloth that wrapped his hair. He turned and walked down the west steps. He took the black cloth crown from Liu Xingzhi, returned to Jiaojiao, straightened his appearance, and said in a loud voice: "On this auspicious day of the month, you are wearing the first-year uniform..."
After completing the three crowns of black cloth, leather and noble crown, Jiaojiao went into the house and took off the matching Xuanduan clothes, black boots and leather belt on her Caiyi.
In the end, Yin Zheng gave Jiaojiao the name Yun'an, Yin Jiao, whose name is Yun'an.
He raised his hands and held him in his arms like he did with Jiaojiao when he was little. His big hands gently stroked the back of his head, pressed his head against his shoulders, and said in a low voice: "You've grown up!"
At this moment, it seemed as if any regret and unwillingness hidden deep in Yin Zheng's heart gradually dissipated.
Jiaojiao hugged her father and rubbed her head against his shoulder like she did when she was a child. She said in a muffled voice, "Well, you've grown up."
He has grown up and can protect his father!
No need for his father to fight for his life on the battlefield to protect him!
In the 20th year of Yongyuan, wars broke out one after another on the border.
In the 21st year of Yongyuan, the Turks, Tibetans, Northern Di, and Western Qiang stationed their troops at the border.
In the same year, Marquis Jing'an once again went into battle. The right prime minister Yin Jiao submitted a petition requesting a fight but was rejected. He then knelt outside Chongde Hall and requested another fight.
He knelt for three quarters of an hour, and then Emperor Yongyuan rushed out of the hall with a gloomy face.
On the third day of May in the twenty-first year of Yongyuan, the right prime minister Yin Jiao left the capital and rushed to the border battlefield.
"I thought Your Majesty would not let him go."
On the city wall, Xie Shuyu stood half a step behind Huo Shian, his eyes fixed on the figure gradually moving away outside the city.
"He knelt outside Chongde Hall!"
Emperor Yongyuan Huo Shian quietly watched the figure gradually disappearing from his sight.
The moment Jiaojiao knelt outside Chongde Hall, Emperor Yongyuan knew that he had no choice but to compromise.
The tiger cubs who used to clumsily protect the alpha wolf who raised them with their tender baby teeth have grown up. Now they have sharp claws and fangs to protect the alpha wolf who is gradually getting old. How can they pull out his fangs for fear that he will be in danger?
In fact, the one to be blamed for this is Huo Youqi. If he hadn't been free to teach Jiaojiao martial arts, and taught Jiaojiao how to use troops on the battlefield, and even made a sand table for him to play a few games with Jiaojiao when he had nothing to do, and even every time they went out to play, if they encountered water bandits, sand bandits and mountain bandits, he would let Jiaojiao solve them alone, Jiaojiao would not have grown up to be what she is today, and there would be no reason for her to go to the battlefield!
Thinking of this, Huo Shian felt so angry that his teeth were itching.
Huo Youqi, who was rushing to the border with Jiaojiao, suddenly sneezed twice in succession. When he met Jiaojiao's gaze, he quickly stretched out his hand and said, "I'm not sick. I'm in good health. If you don't believe me, take my pulse!"
Yes, Jiaojiao is not only talented in both literature and martial arts, but he was also deceived by Huo Youqi when he was a child, and later he learned medical skills from Chang Taiyi.
Jiaojiao looked at him with suspicion and reached out to feel his pulse. She was relieved when she saw that nothing was wrong.
Huo Youqi withdrew his hand and sighed again. He had concealed his illness from Jiaojiao because he was afraid of making him sad. Later he realized that his behavior was even more unacceptable and left a shadow on Jiaojiao. She would subconsciously feel nervous when she saw him sneeze or cough.
After Huo Shian on the city wall secretly resented Huo Youqi, he turned to look at Xie Shuyu.
Xie Shuyu met his gaze and said, "...Your Majesty?"
Huo Shian's eyes were filled with resentment: "Jiaojiao and Uncle learned how to fight, but from you, Uncle Xie, you learned how not to have a family."
Yes, Jiaojiao is still single and has rejected all the couples they introduced to him.
Xie Shuyu, who was like a cauldron falling from the sky, responded: “…?”
The reason why Jiaojiao can't get married is obviously because he himself hasn't figured it out yet, so how can you blame him?
Here, a group of people traveled through wind and rain, sleeping in the open air, and finally arrived at the border after a month.
Jiaojiao immediately spotted her father waiting not far away. He dismounted from his horse and walked up to Yin Zheng as he had done countless times before: "Dad."
Yin Zheng looked at Jiaojiao's dusty appearance, reached out and touched his head, and replied softly, "Hmm."
The coalition forces of Turks, Tibetans, Northern Di, and Western Qiang attacked Dayong. The battlefield was filled with a sea of heads, and the oppression was like a dark cloud hanging over the entire Dayong.
In the 25th year of Yongyuan, which was the first year of the siege of Heishui City, the left-wing army of the Turks and Western Qiang surrounded Heishui City and turned it into an isolated city. Jiaojiao stood on the top of the city wall, looking at the endless tents in the distance, thinking about something, with his left hand on the city wall, tapping it lightly from time to time. After going down from the city wall, he wrote another letter to stop his father and uncle who were about to lead troops to rescue.
At the beginning of the 28th year of Yongyuan, Heishui City was broken, and the Turkic and Western Qiang left-wing army attacked Heishui City.
The smoke of the beacon fire spread straight into the sky. Amidst the blood and corpses, a broken flag was picked up from the ground. The young man who was raised by two generations of war gods in Dayong was carrying the flag. He was in a tattered armor and looked very miserable. His eyelashes, which were clearly drawn with ink, were stained with sticky blood. His messy hair stuck to his cheeks. His face was obscured by blood and mud. Only his pair of dark and clear eyes, like the bright sun that finally disappeared from the battlefield, swept across and burned the battlefield covered with blood and corpses.
The war ended in May of the 28th year of Yongyuan. After the right prime minister Yin Jiao completely annihilated the Turkic and Western Qiang left-wing army, Jing'an Hou Yin Zheng defeated the Tubo and Northern Di left-wing armies and completely annihilated the Turkic right-wing army.
What created this scene was the battle of Heishui City, an isolated city that had been besieged for three years. It was able to hold back the left-wing army of the Turks and Western Qiang for three years, and then it completely wiped out the left-wing army of the Turks and Western Qiang.
No one knew how the Right Prime Minister did it, and no one knew how brutal the battle was. The occasional rumors only said that Blackwater City had become a dead city, and the corpses piled up in Blackwater City had not been cleared even after two months. The ground there was soaked in blood, and the bones had formed another mountain.
Those who survived the battle of Blackwater City never saw a more brutal war, nor did they see a more dazzling existence!
The bright clothes shone brightly, stealing all the light from the rising sun.
At the end of the 28th year of Yongyuan, the war that lasted for seven years was finally declared over. The coalition forces of Turks, Tibetans, Northern Di, and Western Qiang were defeated and retreated, and the territory of Dayong expanded to an unprecedented extent.
In fact, no one knew that in the battle of Black Water City, Jiaojiao was not the only one in the city. The God of War of Dayong, Marquis Jing'an Yin Zheng, and the former God of War, Emperor Yongzheng Huo Youqi were both in the city, but on the surface, Jiaojiao was the only commander-in-chief.
No matter how powerful the Turkic and Western Qiang left-wing armies are, they cannot withstand the two war gods in front and behind Dayong and a little war god trained by them staring at him and planning to use him as a breakthrough point!
Moreover, three years was enough time for the spies planted by Jiaojiao to find out the details of the Turkic and Western Qiang Left Army and pass them on to Jiaojiao.
It was half a month later that Jiaojiao learned that the battle in Blackwater City had been stopped by her uncle, who also ordered that no one should leak the details.
This led to him becoming the new generation of Dayong, even surpassing the war god of the previous two generations.
Listening to the rumors outside that he was a deity, Jiaojiao couldn't help but have a headache. She was planning to spread the news about the contributions of her father and uncle in Blackwater City, but her uncle who got the news came and stopped her.
"What are you talking about?" Huo Youqi stroked Jiaojiao's hair like he did when they were little, and said with a smile, "These Xiongnu are like insects that can't be killed. Who knows when they'll get crazy and come looking for death again? With your reputation as Jiaojiao to intimidate them, I guess they haven't dared to start a war in recent decades? And doesn't Jiaojiao think this is quite amusing?"
Jiaojiao was helpless: "I don't think so."
Unable to convince her uncle, Jiaojiao went to find her father, only to find that her father had been persuaded by her uncle at some point and had also joined in the mischief. She had originally thought that His Majesty was the only reliable one, but she had not expected that His Majesty Huo Shian would also join in the mischief.
In the restaurant, while listening to the storyteller telling the story of how the Right Prime Minister Yin Jiao annihilated the enemy army in Heishui City and secured victory in one fell swoop, Emperor Yongyuan Huo Shi'an took off the jade ring on his finger and gave it to the storyteller as a reward.
Although he looked serious on the outside, he was extremely happy in his heart.
That’s right, they are just that amazing!
The final result was that the details of the battle in Blackwater City were concealed, and the title of the new God of War of Dayong was firmly pinned on Jiaojiao's head, and no matter how he struggled, it was useless.
Jiaojiao: “…”
He looked at his father, Uncle Huaizhi, Uncle Xingzhi and Brother Shi'an who were led astray by his uncle, and in the end he could only helplessly join in the fun.
Never mind, as long as they are happy!
Three years passed in a blink of an eye. The sycamore tree in the courtyard of Suiyu Bridge grew taller and greener. The rising sunlight shone through its freely stretched branches and leaves, falling spots on the ground. Jiaojiao in the house leaned lazily and peacefully on the chair, with his head tilted back and eyes closed, allowing his father to apply powder on his face.
The purpose of doing this is to make Jiaojiao look older.
Jiaojiao's appearance had not changed before. Yin Zheng and the others initially thought that he just didn't look his age, and even Jiaojiao himself thought so.
But as the years went by, they gradually discovered that it was not a question of whether one looked old or not. No matter how young a person was, when he reached a certain age, fine lines would appear at the corners of his eyes, and his energy and physical condition would begin to decline from their peak. But Jiaojiao seemed to have stayed at the age of twenty. He was already thirty-nine and almost forty years old, and there was no change at all.
Knowing that she was somewhat abnormal, Jiaojiao had no choice but to learn to apply cosmetics on her face at her uncle's suggestion, in an attempt to make her appearance match her current age.
After learning from the nanny for a few days, Jiaojiao started to paint for herself. The end result was that when she left, she almost made Huo Youqi, who was drinking tea, laugh to death.
This resulted in Jiaojiao not appearing in the court for two months during that period. Although Jiaojiao was quite talented in all aspects, she encountered difficulties in this aspect. No matter how hard she practiced, the results of her paintings showed no signs of getting worse and worse.
Fortunately, Yin Zheng tried to learn from Jiaojiao when he saw her distress. Unexpectedly, he was surprisingly talented in this area and got the hang of it in just a few days. At the beginning, there were some flaws in his paintings for Jiaojiao, but later he became more and more skilled. Until now, no one has noticed any flaws, at least no one would quietly tell Jiaojiao after leaving court that the wrinkles under his left eye were much lighter than yesterday, and ask him if he had taken any skin-care products recently.
Yin Zheng first drew fine eye wrinkles at the corners of Jiaojiao's eyes, and then gradually made some imperceptible adjustments to the brow arches, sides of the face, wings of the nose, and corners of the mouth, making Jiaojiao look older bit by bit.
As he operated, Jiaojiao, who looked twenty years old, gradually turned into a thirty-nine-year-old, perfectly blending in with her gentle, elegant yet powerful aura.
After Yin Zheng finished painting, he rubbed Jiaojiao's head and said, "It's done."
Jiaojiao is already 39 years old, but Yin Zheng, Huo Youqi and others still haven't changed the habit of rubbing Jiaojiao's head. Fortunately, Jiaojiao has always been very permissive about this. His indulgence of his close elders has always surprised Yin Zheng and others.
In the 41st year of Yongyuan, the right prime minister Yin Jiao resigned, and Emperor Yongyuan approved his resignation.
After resigning, Jiaojiao's daily life is to stay at home with four elderly people, the youngest of whom is 68 years old.
After retiring from the court, Xie Shuyu, Liu Xingzhi and others did not return to their respective families, but lived here with Jiaojiao.
The sun's rays penetrated the treetops and fell slowly. Under the tree, Jiaojiao was wearing a dark blue gauze robe and dancing with an ink-black long sword. The sword's movements were sometimes slow and sometimes fast. When it was slow, the sword's intent was so awe-inspiring that it made people hold their breath. When it was fast, the sword's intent was restrained, like still water, which did not arouse the slightest sense of crisis. Some leaves fell from the sky, and when they approached the long sword, they were swept away by the energy, but were not damaged at all.
"Incredible, incredible." Huo Youqi, lying on the recliner, clapped his hands, smiling like a kind old man: "Our Jiaojiao is the best in the world in terms of martial arts."
Jiaojiao sheathed her knife and calmly walked to her uncle's side, taking out the pine nut candy hidden in his sleeve.
Huo Youqi, who tried to cover it up but failed, was surprised: "How did you know I had candy hidden in my sleeve?"
Jiaojiao walked over to sit beside Yin Zheng, reached out and touched the head of Youyou who was lying beside her, turned her head to look at Huo Youqi and said, "Uncle, guess."
Unable to guess, Huo Youqi lay back, his eyes full of resentment as he said, "Ah, I don't want to drink wine, and I'm not allowed to drink too much tea. Now I don't even have sugar. It's really pitiful——"
Jiaojiao leaned against the armrest of Yin Zheng's recliner, frowning and not responding.
Seeing this, Yin Zheng, who was sitting on the recliner, raised his hand and touched his head.
Jiaojiao looked up at her father and said with a smile, "I'll make fried pork ribs for dinner tonight."
Fried spare ribs is a dish that Yin Zheng likes very much when he gets older, especially when made by Jiaojiao, which is just the right crispy outside and tender inside.
Yin Zheng smiled slightly: "Okay."
Huo Youqi, who was standing by, was confused and immediately stood up from his recliner. "Okay, Yin Zheng, it turned out you were the one who told Jiaojiao that I had hidden some candy!"
Yin Zheng glanced at him, then turned to Jiaojiao and said, "There's a bag of candy in his right sleeve."
Huo Youqi: “…”
He covered his hands with his sleeves and lay down, pretending not to hear.
It was no use pretending not to hear, as the half bag of candy he had hidden in his sleeve was still taken away by Jiaojiao.
Ever since he came back to life, Huo Youqi has been particularly fond of eating sweets, especially pine nut candies. At first, it was okay, he would eat three or four at most a day, and later he could eat half a pack a day. Until he developed cavities and the pain was unbearable, Jiaojiao began to strictly control the extent of his sweet intake.
Xie Shuyu, standing in the corridor beside him, calmly placed a black dot on the table and said, as if chatting with Liu Xingzhi, "I remember seeing Qin Mianmian bring three or four oil-paper bags a few days ago."
Liu Xingzhi made a note of something, then took a sip of tea slowly and said, "It seems so. I don't know what's inside, and we haven't been able to see it."
Jiaojiao's eyes flashed towards Huo Youqi.
Huo Youqi: “…”
At the hour of You, Qin Mianmian and Shi'an came to the yard on the side of Suiyu Bridge to eat as usual. Huo Youqi, who had been feeling pent up during the day, was looking for a place to vent his anger and teased Huo Shi'an with a sense of fun.
Huo Shian, who was already in his fifties, had not become more stable with age. Instead, he became more irritable due to Huo Youqi's long-term mischief. He immediately drew his sword and shouted, "Watch out for the sword!"
Huo Youqi turned around and ran. It was rare that he was still so brisk at the age of 88.
Regarding this scene that happens every two days, everyone present was very calm. They each did their own thing and their eyes did not shift towards this side, of course, except Qin Mianmian.
He was exposed for smuggling sweets to his uncle, and was looking at his uncle Huo Shian with resentment as he ran away while not forgetting to look back to anger him.
The purple-red sunset glow had not yet completely faded from the sky, but the stars had already begun to occupy the sky impatiently. The sycamore tree in the yard had lost two leaves due to the summer evening breeze. Jiaojiao reached out to catch them and handed them to her father beside her.
Yin Zheng took the leaf and looked at it. The veins of the leaf were clearly visible, reflecting the flickering candlelight, like a leaf made of dark green gem.
Over the years, this once lively and peaceful courtyard gradually became deserted, and the tall and green sycamore tree, which once stretched its branches wantonly, was now covered with withered and yellow leaves.
Huo Shi'an, who is over ninety years old and now the emperor, pushed open the door of the courtyard and stood at the door, quietly looking at the desolate and dilapidated courtyard in front of him.
His hair and beard were already pale. After staring at the yard for a long time, he turned around, got on the carriage, and headed in another direction.
Scattered sunlight shines through the dense treetops, casting mottled shadows. In this rarely visited mountain, there is a wooden house, and next to it are five tombs.
"Then the woodcutter emerged from the mountains, only to find everything different from when he entered. Confused and perplexed, he hurried into the village. When he reached his home, he saw his young son had grown up, and his old mother had wept herself blind. He suddenly realized that while he had only been in the mountains for two hours, ten years had passed outside."
This was the scene Huo Shian saw when he arrived. A young man in his twenties was sitting cross-legged in front of the tombstone with a book in his hand, reciting the story from the storybook in a lazy and relaxed tone.
Noticing the movement, Jiaojiao turned around and met Huo Shian's gaze. He lowered his eyes and said, "Brother Shian."
Huo Shian stepped forward and sat down cross-legged, imitating Jiaojiao's movements. He took the book from Jiaojiao's hand with his old, wrinkled hands and began to flip through it.
He stayed here for a whole day, accompanying Jiaojiao in reading, talking, and eating. Before leaving, he glanced at the five graves: those of Uncle Yin, Uncle Xie, Uncle Liu, Uncle Dad, and Youyou. He stood there quietly for a while and said, "After Mianmian and I die, you should bury us here too."
Jiaojiao was silent for a long time before she slowly said, "Okay."
Huo Shian smiled and said, "Remember to plant a peach tree in front of my grave so that you can have peaches to eat."
Jiaojiao nodded in agreement.
Two years later, two new graves were added next to the cabin. Not far from the new graves, there was a small mound of moist earth with a peach pit buried in it.
Jiaojiao would come and sit in front of the grave every day, reading the new storybook to his father and others, telling them what happened in Dayong, sometimes he would practice swordplay, and sometimes he would play chess with himself. He would appear in front of the grave day after day, watching the peach pit take root and sprout, watching it tremblingly grow into a sapling, watching it grow into a tree, and then bloom and bear fruit.
On the day when the fruit was ripe, Jiaojiao picked a peach and took a bite. After a moment of hesitation, she turned her head to glance at Huo Shian's grave.
As the days passed, Jiaojiao picked three or two peaches to eat every day.
That day, he ate the last fruit bite by bite, lowered his head in silence for a while, and pursed his lips: "You're lying, it's not sweet at all."
After saying that, he stood up from the grave, walked into the cabin, took the big bottle filled with sugar water and walked back to the grave and sat down. He held the bottle and sipped the sugar water in it. After finishing the sugar water, he held the bottle in his arms, was silent for a long time, moved forward twice, approached Yin Zheng's tombstone, and leaned against it sideways.
The evening wind blew his clothes, and Jiaojiao fell asleep with her eyes lightly closed, her long eyelashes clearly visible and sparse.
The tired birds in the forest returned to their nests. The young birds that had been waiting all day raised their heads and chirped anxiously. The young man who fell asleep against the tombstone seemed very lonely, but not that lonely.
Two-in-one (Who told me that this world would end after this chapter? I've tried my best.) In the next chapter, we'll start the last world. I didn't expect that I'd have to say goodbye to Jiaojiao so soon!
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