Back To My Husband’s Youth

Thirty-five years of celebration, winter.

Gu Wuyou stood at the gate of the city wearing a fox fur. On both sides were kneeling people. They were bowing their heads and crying, and many people stood beside her, her prince cousin, princess cousin, and her and Li Qinyuan’s cousin. Family... Behind them, there are hundreds of officials bowing their heads and wiping tears.

This is a big battle.

This kind of battle was only experienced many, many years ago, when the last Wei Guogong and her father-in-law died on the battlefield.

that time.

Gu Wuyou was still in Langya and didn't see it with his own eyes. He only heard that his Majesty led the Baiguan to stand in front of the Long Street and greeted the general back home amidst the cries of the people.

It seemed that it was also such a winter day, the snow was heavy, and there was a lot of snow on the ground, and a big pit could be formed by stepping on it... Gu Wuyou liked this snowy day very much in the past, she likes to hold Standing in front of the window with Li Qinyuan's hand to enjoy the snow, she liked to stretch out to the window while he was not aware of it, and let the snowflakes fall on her palm and turn into water, and then let him wipe her hands under his pampering and helpless eyes. I like it, I like to behave like a baby and let him go to the plum garden to pick the most gorgeous plum with her back.

But now.

nothing left.

There are obviously so many people beside her, but there is not the most familiar figure.

Her husband, her general, can no longer carry her to pick plum blossoms...

Bai Lu held the umbrella for her on the side. She looked at Gu Wuyou's calm and watery face, as if she wanted to say something, but she opened her lips slightly, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally she didn't say anything.

In fact, who of these people around Gu Wuyou doesn't want to talk to her?

They were all worried about her. Since the news of Li Qinyuan's death came, Gu Wuyou seemed to have become dumb overnight, without saying a word, not crying.

She still wakes up as usual, sleeps as usual, and handles the house's house affairs as usual, as if nothing has happened, only her waning figure makes it clear that she is not so indifferent.

They hoped that she would cry, cry bitterly, better than holding on like this.

"coming……"

I don't know who it is, so he said so.

Everyone looked at the gate of the city. Gu Wuyou's face that had been calm for many days finally changed at this moment. Her hands were tightly clenched into fists where no one saw them, and she had become thin. The face with the pointed chin was tight, and the lips that were frozen by the wind and snow were pressed into a straight line.

It seems that this is the only way to vent her emotions.

The first entry is the national flag of Dazhou, and then a few battle flags engraved with the word "Li".

at this time.

These battle flags were in the icy world and were blown by the hunting wind, and behind it was a black coffin. The soldiers on both sides pushed the coffin forward in silence, no one spoke. Even those people who had been crying sorely stopped crying the moment they saw the appearance of the coffin.

Gu Wuyou could not see anything else anymore, her clear and Lingling eyes stared at the coffin unblinking at the moment.

The coffin has been pushed to the city gate.

The wheels stopped.

Fu Xian, covered in snow, walked to Gu Wuyou and knelt down on one knee. The man who was originally energetic, snow covered his head at the moment, as if he was ten years old, kneeling in front of her with red eyes and a dumb voice. Tell her: "I..." He choked up, "I couldn't bring him back safely."

Gu Wuyou did not speak.

She didn't even seem to hear him talking, her eyes always fell on the coffin.

suddenly.

She moved.

"lady……"

"Leping..."

Those people didn't know what she was going to do, so they called her aloud, but Gu Wuyou didn't listen, and walked straight to the coffin. She was dressed in plain clothes, and she seemed to be in harmony with the world, but there was still no snow on top of her head. After a while, her hair was covered with snow, and even the crow-feather-like eyelashes were covered with snow, which blurred her vision.

She didn't say anything, just stretched out her hand and stroked the coffin inch by inch to wipe the snow off the coffin.

How can you wipe it clean?

She wipes an inch away, and the empty place will be covered again. Her hands and her face have long been numb from the cold, but she just wiped it like this as if she didn’t feel it. The gentle movements seemed to be wiping. The face of the beloved.

"Leping..."

Seeing her like this, Xiao Jingxing couldn't bear it, so he stepped forward with an umbrella to cover the snow on her head, and sighed softly, "Stop it."

"Cousin." Gu Wuyou finally spoke. She hadn't spoken for more than ten days. When she first spoke out, her voice was very soft and dumb, "He loves being clean, and I can't let him go home like this. He will be unhappy."

"Leping..."

Xiao Jingxing looked at her and opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

He could only look at her like this, everyone was watching her, watching this slender woman, standing next to the coffin, as if wiping the beloved thing, wiping the dark coffin inch by inch.

No one speaks.

The wind grew stronger, as if someone was crying.

Gu Wuyou's long hair was also disturbed by the wind, but she didn't care about it. Someone put an umbrella on the coffin, and then more and more people, more and more umbrellas, their eyes were red, no Speaking, quietly watching Gu Wuyou wipe the coffin.

at last.

Wipe the coffin clean.

Gu Wuyou's delicate face showed a small smile, she put her face on the coffin, "General...I'm here to take you home."

"We..." she said in a gentle voice, "going home."

Hunting in the cold wind.

Gu Wuyou stood next to the coffin holding an umbrella, and everyone was always by his side. The people all over the capital knelt down on the long street and took their generals home in this way.

Li Qinyuan's funeral was very simple. When doing the funeral, everyone was worried that Gu Wuyou would fall, but she always remained sensible and sober, not crying or making trouble, calm and composed.

She received guests and chose a blessed place, never showing a trace of weakness or unbearableness.

...

After the funeral.

Fu Xian knelt in front of Gu Wuyou.

"How did he die?" Gu Wuyou asked him with his eyes down, his expression calm.

"He...was seriously injured in the battle at Yanmen Pass. Later, we were attacked. He, he, in order to protect me, used arrows to pierce the heart." Fu Xian lowered his head, but still couldn't cover the vicissitudes of life, his eyes were red and his voice was dumb. Then, the back that had been straight before seemed to be unable to hold up and squatted, "If it weren't for me, he wouldn't die."

"He told me." Gu Wuyou looked at him and said something irrelevant. "You grew up together, and when you were young, you protected him a lot. Therefore, he protected you to death. I don't blame him."

"sister in law……"

Gu Wuyou raised his hand to stop his confession, and only asked, "What did he leave me?"

"When I got to him, he was out of breath, but he firmly held a sachet in his hand..." Fu Xian trembled, took out a blood-stained sachet from his arms and handed it to her.

Gu Wuyou looked at the sachet, his eyes moved slightly, and his hand on the table shook slightly.

quite a while.

She just reached out and took it.

This was the sachet she gave to Li Qinyuan the year she married Li Qinyuan. At that time, her female celebrity was not good and her stitches were bad. Later, she always wanted to give him another one, but he still refused, totally not. Ashamed, he kept hanging around his waist.

The blood on the sachet had already dried up.

She held it tightly, as if she could think of the man holding the sachet before dying.

In fact, even if he didn’t leave a message for her, she could guess what he would say. Even if he died, he would arrange everything for her so that she would not be aggrieved at all. He is such a person, no matter where he is. No longer will leave her a way out.

The wind and snow outside seemed to have not stopped, and it was rustling, making the room quieter.

I don't know how long it took.

Gu Wuyou said, "Go down."

Fu Xian was still a little worried about her. The woman in front of him hadn't cried for so long after the incident, but he was really unsuitable for being too much, so he had to say, "I will let Bailu in."

After he finished speaking, he went out to look for Bailu. Before he could find Bailu, he saw Zhao Chengyou and his wife.

The couple approached him holding umbrellas, Fu Xian and Zhao Chengyou looked at each other, and no one spoke. He was tired of Zhao Chengyou, but his wife was Gu Wuyou's cousin, so he naturally didn't have the right to stop them. .

Seeing their husband and wife walk forward without squinting, he pursed his lips and continued to search for Bailu.

When he walked to the door of the closed house, Zhao Chengyou said, "You are just outside." The voice was cold, and it didn't seem to be to his wife at all.

Seeing him like this, Wang Zhao's sharp nails pinched the flesh of his hands, a look of jealousy and anger flashed in her eyes. She suppressed her voice, but couldn't suppress the resentment in her heart, and said harshly: "You are just like that. Confident, if Li Qinyuan is dead, she will come back to you?"

"She hates you so badly that she doesn't have you anymore. Even if Li Qinyuan is dead, she won't go with you!"

Hearing these words, Zhao Chengyou turned his head abruptly. His usual jade-like face was now black and violent, and he couldn't hide his violent expression. "If you want to be this Mrs. Zhao, just shut up. ."

Finished.

Regardless of her look, he pushed the door and walked in.

Wang Zhao watched the moment he turned around, and completely removed the brutality on his face. His movements were gentle, his eyebrows were gentle, and that gentleness was completely different from the usual disguised appearance. The real, even Those deep phoenix eyes had light that couldn't be hidden.

She just clutched her heart and watched her husband enter another woman's room with joy and expectation with red eyes.

The woman she called her cousin.

She could imagine what Gu Wuyou would think of her after Zhao Chengyou said that later? She must be very proud. She tried her best to **** Zhao Chengyou from her. After so many years, she finally became Mrs. Zhao, but in the end she still wanted to watch her husband look for her.

It's... ridiculous.

No matter how light the movement was, the old door still made a squeak.

Zhao Chengyou closed the door carefully, as if he was afraid of disturbing the cleanliness of the people in the house, or perhaps he was afraid that the cold wind outside would freeze her until he closed the door until there was no air in the room. Then he called her, "very brutal. ."

He shouted very softly and softly.

He was very excited, and there was a smile that couldn't be hidden on his face.

He leaped for being able to approach her at such a close distance once again. Accompanied by the "bang-bang-bang" heartbeat, he approached her step by step and frowned when he watched her stand in front of the window holding Li Qinyuan's tablet, but Still warmly said: "It's windy and snowy outside, why are you standing there?"

"You came."

Gu Wuyou seemed to have guessed that he would show up a long time ago, and didn't look back. He just said lightly when he was about to close the window, "Keep it open, I want to see the snow."

Zhao Chengyou's hand was still as she wished. He retracted his hand and stood beside her, his eyes still swayed a little when he saw her face... After so many years, they are all Because the years have changed.

Only she is the same as before.

Years seemed to treat her very kindly, and could not find a trace on her face, even more vivid than when she left him.

"I remember when it snowed before, you liked to lie in my arms the most. Let me move the chaise couch to the window and hold you to see the snowy scenery outside..." Maybe I remembered that Zhao Chengyou was stuck in the past. In the memories of the love between the two, he bent his eyebrows and couldn't help but lifted his lips. "It's pretty brutal, can I take you home?"

"Home?"

Gu Wuyou lowered his head, looked at the tablet in his hand, stroked his name with lingering fingers, smiled lightly, "I don't have a home anymore."

Zhao Chengyou didn't see her the most. When he was at the gate of the city that day, he wanted to pull her away from the coffin at all costs, but he still had concerns that day when everyone was in full view, but now... he doesn't have any concerns anymore. .

He had a calm face and an angry voice, "Why don't you have a home? I'm still alive!"

Perceiving his attitude, Zhao Chengyou took a deep breath, barely suppressed the jealousy and resentment in his heart, and changed a gentle tone to her and said, "It's pretty brutal, I know I was wrong before. I have a chance, let's start again, okay?"

"You don't have to worry about other people's perspectives, and you don't have to care about what they say."

"I will treat you well, I will hold you in the palm of my hand, and love you for the rest of my life."

The more he said, the more gentle his voice, the generous palms pressed against her head, inch by inch, as if he were treating rare treasures, "Didn't you always want me to treat you well? I don't want anyone in the future, you're the only one. , No matter what you want, I will satisfy you."

Gu Wuyou looked at him and shook his head, "It's too late."

Seeing that Zhao Chengyou's expression changed slightly and wanted to get angry, she was not afraid at all. Instead, she smiled, "You always do this. You have to wait until there is no room for change before you know you regret it."

Zhao Chengyou changed his face.

He opened his mouth to explain, but couldn't say anything.

Gu Wuyou didn't seem to care what he was thinking. Turning his head, letting the wind and snow hit him, he looked at the plum blossoms outside again, "When he left, he told me that he would pick the plum blossoms with my back every winter, even if he was old. , I can’t move my back, and I’ll be holding my hand.”

She smiled.

Looking at Baixue on his shoulders, he turned his gaze on the tablet that was covered with a layer of white snow. I didn't know what he thought of, and said with an infatuation: "If the snow falls on his head, he is considered a white head."

"...Do you like him so much?!" Zhao Chengyou gritted his teeth behind him.

Gu Wuyou smiled.

She remembered the man who stood in front of her when she first saw her, curled his eyebrows and said to her, "You were like this before, and you didn't say a word if you were bullied." He smiled and cried, "Yes, I like him so much."

"Really like……"

She couldn't help it, tears falling down her cheeks, and she cried softly, "I like it so much."

"Gu Wuyou!"

"I'm not allowed--" Zhao Chengyou's furious voice sounded in the room, but before he finished speaking, he discovered that the woman who had stood in front of him with her back straight suddenly fell backwards. He was startled, but quickly stretched out her hand. , Took her into her arms.

"what happened to you?"

His voice is full of doubts.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a trace of blood flow from the corner of Gu Wuyou's mouth. Zhao Chengyou's eyes widened. He seemed to guess something, and his lips were trembling. "You..." His eyes were red, not knowing he was out of anger. She was still crying, shaking her hands to wipe the corners of her mouth, but the blood couldn't be wiped clean no matter how she wiped it.

He seemed to be crazy, and while rubbing it, he furiously said: "Go to the doctor, go and find the doctor for me!"

The door was opened and Wang Zhao walked in. She stared at the picture blankly, and then Bai Lu screamed, "Madam, what's the matter with you?!"

Zhao Chengyou hugged Gu Wuyou like this, with red eyes, and kept saying: "Don't die..."

"It's pretty brutal, don't die, don't leave me."

"I forbid you to die!"

Gu Wuyou ignored his voice. She just held the tablet and put it firmly in her heart. In fact, her consciousness was a little unclear. She seemed to see Li Qinyuan in a trance. He was standing by her. In front of him, a look of helplessness and pity.

She laughed suddenly.

He stretched out his hand, towards the figure, smiled and said: "General, take me home."