Chapter 113 The flowers in our yard are blooming. ...
There are many people walking on the road leading to the suburbs today, probably because it is a good time to travel in spring with warm sunshine, lush grass and singing birds.
Song Baoyuan sat in the carriage, opened the curtain, and let the breeze blow on her face, blowing her long black hair back.
Flowers all over the mountains are blooming wildly and brilliantly.
Dealing with people every day, Song Baoyuan couldn't help feeling a lot more relaxed in this situation.
"Miss, we're almost there." Qiao Yin pointed to a corner ahead. "That's the Bishui Pavilion."
Song Baoyuan looked over and saw a horse tied outside the pavilion. In the distance, she could see the back of a tall and graceful figure.
"Stop the car," she said. "Wait here for me."
The carriage stopped and Qiao Yinhou stood there, watching Song Baoyuan walk alone towards the Bishui Pavilion.
The people in the pavilion seemed to have been waiting for a long time.
But she clearly left home very early, Song Baoyuan thought.
Hearing the approaching footsteps, Xie Yuchao turned around suddenly, and when he saw the person coming, his misty eyes finally came into focus.
At the moment their eyes met, Song Baoyuan was inexplicably unable to move.
He was wearing a simple white shirt, as plain as when we first met, but his eyebrows and eyes were delicate, unlike an ordinary scholar.
But at that time, he jumped down from the tree holding the raccoon, and the youthful spirit was overwhelming. Although it was night, one could still clearly feel his energetic look.
But now, these two things seemed to be obscured by the fatigue in his eyes.
Xie Yuchao looked at the person in front of him. She seemed to have lost a lot of weight and was wearing a royal blue dress with wide sleeves. She looked like a quiet orchid.
She had no baggage on her. Xie Yuchao seemed to understand something, but he still raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, "You're here."
Song Baoyuan nodded, "Yeah."
It's hard to speak anymore.
Xie Yuchao cautiously took half a step forward, "Last time, I didn't have time to talk to you."
"I know." Song Baoyuan lowered her head and said softly, "You have no choice. I know."
"And we were supposed to get married..."
"It's in the past." Song Baoyuan suddenly interrupted, "There's no need to mention it again."
Xie Yuchao was filled with powerlessness and frustration, "I'm sorry."
"I don't blame you." Song Baoyuan clenched her palms. "That's not what you wanted. You can't make the decision. You have no choice. I understand. I won't blame you."
"Then since you don't blame me, why..." Xie Yuchao's eyes suddenly turned red, "Why, why don't you want to come with me?"
Song Baoyuan tightly grasped the jade pendant, thousands of thoughts came to her lips, but only one sentence remained.
"sorry."
"I'm sorry." She burst into tears without warning. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be like this." Xie Yuchao burst into tears. "I should be the one to say sorry. It's me who failed to protect you. I let you down."
"No!" Song Baoyuan shook her head.
I didn't know what to say, so I just kept shaking my head.
The grievances accumulated over the days could no longer be suppressed at this moment. This was the first time Xie Yuchao cried since he grew up. He knew he was in a mess, but he couldn't stop.
He couldn't help but think of the confrontation that day, and had to admit that he was not as bold as the person he hated.
Opposite him was his biological father, and under the control of blood and accumulated influence, he could not draw his sword against him.
It happened to be his father. He was really unwilling to accept it. "Is it because of that person?"
Even with such a sudden question, Song Baoyuan could immediately know that he was asking about Jiang Keyu.
"No." Song Baoyuan still shook her head. "If I have to give a reason, it can only be myself. I, I can't leave my home at all."
For some people, home is the root of their survival. But for some people, their biggest wish is to leave home.
In the past, Xie Yuchao always regretted that they met too late. Before she met him, someone already lived in Ayuan's heart, and she had already married and suffered.
But now, he felt that they met too early, and the promise came before he could really protect her, so this result happened.
Song Baoyuan spread out her hands, and the jade pendant lay intact in her palm.
"This, return it to its original owner."
Xie Yuchao lowered his eyes, unwilling to reach out to take it.
Song Baoyuan grabbed his hand, pried open his fingers, and returned it.
"I wish you a safe journey."
*
At dusk, the entire Jiang Mansion seemed to be covered with a layer of orange sunset.
At the end of the corridor, Jiang Keyu sat on the stone railing, her back against the eaves. She bent one leg, stepped on the railing, and with her other foot, she kicked over the wine jar.
He raised his head slightly and looked towards the sky, but his eyes were out of focus and blurry.
Liu'an, who came with a jar of wine, looked embarrassed and said, "My dear, you've drunk enough."
"Bang!"
Jiang Keyu casually threw away the empty wine jar in her hand, and the sound of it hitting the ground was harsh.
He held out his hand, asking for a new one, without saying a word, and leaving no room for doubt.
Liu'an hesitated, "The young lady is gone, and you still have to take care of the young lady and the young master in the palace. You can't be so depressed."
"I know!" Jiang Keyu said impatiently, "I've never failed to do anything I promised her!"
"But now you..."
"Today." Jiang Keyu interrupted him nastily, "Only today, give me the wine, and you go away!"
I hope so, Liu'an prayed in his heart and handed over the jar of wine.
Jiang Keyu opened the new wine, tilted his head back and took a big gulp, not caring even if he choked.
Gradually, the wine jar was empty again.
When Song Baoyuan arrived, she found him sitting at the end of the corridor, his eyes closed, as if resting. His long hair caressed his face in the evening breeze, a teasing rustle. His wide sleeves and belt draped, his robe rustling. Against the backdrop of the sunset, his presence was like a painting.
But only when you get closer can you see that he is still holding a jar of wine in his hand, and he reeks of alcohol.
Song Baoyuan frowned slightly, "It's not even dark yet, why are you drinking so much here alone?"
Jiang Keyu didn't answer and didn't move, as if she was asleep.
He was wearing thin clothes, and the temperature would only get lower at night. Song Baoyuan reached out and patted him, "You'll catch a cold like this. You're here, but where's Sui Sui?"
"Sui Sui." Jiang Keyu finally responded and murmured softly.
Without opening his eyes, he brushed off Song Baoyuan's hand and turned his face away, "Sui Sui, stop making trouble."
Song Baoyuan clapped harder, "Wake up, I'm asking you about Sui Sui, I'm not Sui Sui."
"Then who are you?" Jiang Keyu seemed to be disturbed and turned around angrily to ask.
When he saw the person in front of him, his eyes paused slightly.
Is it an illusion or a dream?
"I..." Song Baoyuan didn't know how to introduce herself in front of this person.
Jiang Keyu was stunned for a moment, then stood up slowly.
Under his unblinking gaze, Song Baoyuan dodged, "Are you drunk?"
"Who are you?" Jiang Keyu asked as she approached.
He's really drunk, Song Baoyuan thought.
The next moment, Jiang Keyu bent down and suddenly moved closer, so that the two faces were only inches apart.
Caught off guard, Song Baoyuan subconsciously took half a step back.
"Are you my sister Baoyuan?"
He's drunk, what should I do? Song Baoyuan was in a dilemma. This was the first time she saw him drunk.
"Yeah." Song Baoyuan agreed.
He didn't recognize anyone and was dumbfounded. I had to coax him and let him go back to his room. "Do you want to..."
Before she could finish her words, her lips blocked hers. Song Baoyuan froze for a moment, her eyes wide open in disbelief.
Jiang Keyu leaned over and kissed her lips without thinking.
"What are you doing!" Song Baoyuan stepped back repeatedly.
Jiang Keyu, however, looked innocent. "Sister Baoyuan, isn't she my wife? Can't I kiss my wife?"
Song Baoyuan couldn't hide her surprise and stood there stupidly.
Jiang Keyu looked at her, smiled suddenly, pulled her into his arms, leaned over and kissed her with a bit of intrusiveness.
"Um!"
Song Baoyuan tried to struggle.
Such a soft feeling, such a clear touch... Jiang Keyu suddenly woke up.
His eyes met with the person in his arms.
“What are you doing!”
Song Baoyuan caught the clarity in his eyes and pushed him away with all her strength.
Seeing her angry, Jiang Keyu became more sober and at a loss.
Embarrassment spread, Song Baoyuan turned sideways, her ears and temples flushed.
She reminded herself to stay calm, "Qiaoyin, go make a bowl of hangover soup for my husband."
"yes."
Qiao Yin, who was stunned, came to her senses and left quickly.
"I, I thought..." Jiang Keyu shook her head. After regaining her senses, she didn't bother to explain and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry."
Song Baoyuan didn't know what to say, so she turned and left.
She didn't go with Xie Yuchao.
After realizing this, Jiang Keyu suddenly felt relieved.
"Ayuan!" He chased after her, blocking her way. "I thought I was dreaming, that's why I was so rude."
Song Baoyuan wanted to get around him but couldn't. "Why did you drink so much for no reason?"
"I didn't do it for no reason!" Jiang Keyu explained anxiously, "I thought you left with that guy and didn't want us anymore, so I was in a bad mood and drank a little too much."
Song Baoyuan raised her eyes and asked, "How do you know?"
Jiang Keyu pursed her lips and couldn't answer.
"Not only did you peek at the letters I received from others, you also sent someone to follow me!"
"No!" Jiang Keyu tried to refute, "I'm just worried about you."
Seeing Song Baoyuan's annoyance, he decisively changed his words and said, "I'm sorry."
Song Baoyuan was feeling confused and didn't want to talk to him much, but he blocked her way again.
"Why didn't you leave?" Jiang Keyu couldn't help but ask.
Song Baoyuan simply turned her back to him and said, "What's there to ask? Do you really want me to leave?"
"Of course not!"
Jiang Keyu regained some of her rationality. "But I want you to be happy, so if he is the only answer that makes you happy, I won't stop you. I won't let Chengcheng and Suisui hold you back. I will take good care of them."
Song Baoyuan snorted coldly, "I'm already drunk, who can I take care of?"
"Today is an exception!"
Jiang Keyu walked up to her in two or three steps.
"So you didn't leave because you were afraid that I wouldn't be able to take good care of the child?"
What are you hiding from? Song Baoyuan suddenly asked herself.
So she raised her head and said, "Of course I'm reluctant to leave Chengcheng and Suisui, but it's not just because of them."
When their eyes met, Jiang Keyu felt his heartbeat quicken. He asked uncertainly, "Is there anything else you're reluctant to give up?"
"right."
"What?"
Song Baoyuan paused and said frankly: "My money."
Jiang Keyu: “…”
It was funny that he actually thought for a moment that the answer would be himself.
But then he asked, "What else?"
“No more.”
Song Baoyuan said this and turned away.
Jiang Keyu became anxious upon seeing this and stepped past her again, blocking her path. "Where are you going?"
"go home."
"Isn't this your home?" Jiang Keyu was puzzled. "Since you don't want to go with that guy, then why..."
"I know what you are going to say!" Song Baoyuan interrupted.
She gradually calmed down. "After so many things happened, I finally figured some things out. Being siblings or husband and wife is not a choice that must be made. We can't go back to the past."
"But there's one thing you might be right about: we're inseparable. Just like you're desperate to find me, I'll go to great lengths to protect you. We're each other's responsibility."
"Although I still don't know whether you said you wanted to be husband and wife again because you're not used to it, or because you can't stand seeing me treat others better, or for some other reason. But I can be sure that everything you did for me was out of responsibility, not out of love based on a romantic relationship!"
"that is!"
Jiang Keyu finally retorted, "I couldn't recognize it before, but now, it's you who just doesn't believe it."
Song Baoyuan bit her lip and said, "Yes! I just don't believe it."
"Then what should I do?" Jiang Keyu shook her head gently. "If everything I do for you is called responsibility, then what should I do to make you believe that I love you?"
"Or, how can I make you stay for me?"
There is no point in refuting and arguing, Song Baoyuan thought. The only thing that can make people give up is difficulties.
She looked at the bare yard that had not yet been decorated, and thought of the wild flowers blooming in the suburbs.
"If all the flowers in this courtyard could bloom in full bloom all year round, I would definitely not want to leave."
Jiang Keyu followed her gaze and looked towards the slightly dilapidated courtyard.
At the same time, Song Baoyuan walked past him calmly.
*
Flowers bloom in all seasons.
Jiang Keyu stood in the corridor and thought all night.
Song Baoyuan lived alone in the old house. She hadn't seen Jiang Keyu for half a month and had no news from him.
Although Sui Sui would occasionally mention his father in front of her, he only talked about some irrelevant things.
Half a month later, one day, as night was about to fall, Song Baoyuan walked out of Qianqian Pavilion as usual.
The person waiting for her at the door was Liu'an.
"My dear husband, I have sent you to pick you up. He said the flowers in the yard are blooming and asked you to come and see them."
Song Baoyuan was slightly stunned, not understanding what he meant.
But I still went.
The flowers in the yard are blooming, but the fragrance that emanates is not the fragrance of flowers, but the fragrance of ink.
Song Baoyuan stood at the door, staring blankly.
In the corridor, hundreds of paintings are unfolded, swaying in the wind.
The daisies in spring, the jasmine in summer, the crabapples in autumn, the wintersweets in winter...are all lifelike.
Flowers bloom in all seasons.
Hundreds of paintings, no repetition, no perfunctory work.
All from the same person.
At the end of the corridor, Jiang Keyu stood there, with her black hair loose, wearing an elegant green robe, and her figure was as sturdy as pine or cypress.
Song Baoyuan walked closer slowly and saw the bandage around his wrist.
As the scroll fluttered, he walked towards her.
Song Baoyuan felt mixed emotions. "How long have you been painting?"
Jiang Keyu chuckled, "Not long."
"So many."
"No matter how much more, it's still much easier than playing the piano."
Song Baoyuan remembered the disturbing sound of the piano.
It was indeed him.
There were still five steps left. As her eyes wandered away from the painting, Jiang Keyu silently took another step forward.
While she is distracted, take another step.
"Ayuan." Jiang Keyu called softly.
Song Baoyuan turned around when she heard the voice, and she didn't know when he was right in front of her, so close.
"Ayuan."
"Ayuan."
Song Baoyuan was confused, "Huh?"
"In that case, could you please not leave?"
Song Baoyuan lowered her eyes and clasped her hands behind her back.
"I know if there's anything you don't want to hear anymore." Jiang Keyu said seriously, "The day I was released from the Imperial Prison, I told His Majesty that I wanted to go home. But Ayuan, to me, home is where you are. Where I really want to return to is by your side."
His voice was gentle, "Ayuan, please stay."
"You can do whatever you want, just give me a chance to come back to you, okay?"
Song Baoyuan lowered her head and did not respond for a long time.
Jiang Keyu took another tentative step forward.
If she doesn't retreat, then take another step forward.
So there is only one step left.
"I'll make up for the love I didn't let you feel in the future, okay?"
Song Baoyuan remained silent.
"Go home, Ayuan." Jiang Keyu slowly raised his hand and stroked her black hair that was blown by the wind. "If you don't say anything, I will take it as your consent."
Song Baoyuan turned sideways but said nothing.
A smile slowly flowed from Jiang Keyu's eyes, and he turned sideways and stood shoulder to shoulder with her.
I don’t know how long it took, the sky became darker and darker, and the wind became stronger and stronger, making the scroll crackle.
Song Baoyuan looked up and asked suddenly, "What if it rains?"
"Go back to the house."
"Can you collect it?"
"I'm talking about us."
“…”
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