Cover The Sky With One Hand, Beat The Ground With The Other

The sky above the head was glowing gray and blue, and the horizon line was endless. The waves lightly patted the ship's side, and the hull was slightly to the side, leaving a shining white water ribbon, which was full of waves.

This dragon-leaf boat is embroidered and carved with a unique style, and it is because of this that the pirates will look at it and want to rob it.

He just met by chance while going out on a boat trip, and helped by the way. In this way, the owner of the boat was grateful and would definitely leave him on the boat to show his gratitude to the hospitality party.

The waves rolled and the boat hulled one after another. He was leaning on the railings and looking at the blue sea, thinking that he had been extremely afraid of the water and would never take the boat unless he was a last resort, or was coaxed by her to let the boat and scared him. When he was panicked, he set off the most beautiful fireworks in the world.

He was shocked that he had not seen her for eight years.

He never thought of being a king. With the mystery of his life experience and the entrustment of great importance, he always hid it carefully, hoping that she could accompany him carefree, but it was still impossible to hide her.

After she left eight years ago, his face lost a smile ever since.

That was the most regrettable decision he made in his life.

How could he fail to see the little tricks that distracted the dark guards, and the sadness she tried to hide.

He understood her stubbornness and willfulness too much, in order to keep her, he even thought of ordering her to be imprisoned.

But she said that she didn't want to.

She is unwilling to make compromises to accompany him, and live a secretive and dark life.

After he took the throne, he hurried to the outside of the city, and when he saw her back, he wanted to hug her and walk side by side with her.

He chased forward like crazy, but saw her look up at Feng in the sky slightly, and slowly closed her eyes.

There were still countless intrigues waiting for him in the palace, and he couldn't bear to drag her into the storms that she bored the most.

In an instant, he thought, maybe letting go and letting her fly freely is the best choice for her.

Even from then on, he was lonely all his life and became the loneliest emperor in history.

He didn't set up a post and a concubine, and no one else knew the hardships. He established Xiao Yixuan, the son of the first emperor, as the prince. At that time, the situation was turbulent. The prince was young and he was stable. He was committed to rectifying the administration of officials and reorganizing the ruinous wind of the ruling and the opposition. When all loyally surrendered to him, no one dared to say anything about it.

It had been five years since she left.

During this time, he sent someone to look for her many times, but there was no news. Tao Yuan, the principal of Ming Jiansi, said that she did not use any power of Ming Jiansi.

He always remembered that she said that when he is in power, she will come back when the world rises in peace.

He would often return to their princess mansion and lie alone on the lawn where the stars are admiring; he would also wander in her favorite restaurant and teahouse, seeing women who resemble her back countless times, but once when they looked back Lost every taste.

Until that night, after the celebration banquet with Liang, he invited General Lu Lingjun to take a stroll. Lu Lingjun told him that he saw her.

He was incoherent for a while and asked where he saw him and why not bring her back.

Lu Lingjun was silent for a long time, and said: "The minister saw her in the grassland injury in northern Liaoning. She... is still so capable, and took a large group of caravans to sell silk and buy horses." After a pause, "It's just that. , She already has a husband-in-law and children, they...look very good, and the minister...they didn't dare to disturb her."

Seeing that the light in his eyes was annihilated, and seeing that he did not want to believe it, Lu Lingjun said: "Back then, the minister even blamed the emperor for letting her go. Today, the minister only hopes that the emperor can let go of his obsession, and don't want to fall further. Deeper."

That night was the first time he was drunk since he became the throne.

He staggered to the highest point of the palace wall, and the prosperity of the capital was in sight. Except for his clothes, the other noises were too far away from him.

He turned his head subconsciously, and behind him was the white snow, vast and empty.

At that moment, even he himself did not understand that he clearly hoped that she would be happy, lest she would be alone, why at this moment, his heart was cut like a knife, and even a sense of anger was lingering.

Since then, he has never sent anyone to find her again.

He also thought about trying to forget feelings, but the beauty of those courtiers was so dazzling, in his opinion, it was inferior to her in case. Closing my eyes, I can only remember his promise to her: There is only one wife in this life.

He will never forget her after all.

The waves patted gently, and the wet wind blew on his face, pulling him from his memories back to reality.

A dawn lighted up the oriental beauty, and further forward, it was Dujiang Town south of the Huai River.

The owner of the ship, Dong Xun, was more than half a century old, and when he saw him looking at the sea alone, he invited him into the cabin to drink tea and chat. Seeing that he had a long scar on his wrist when he raised his sleeve, Dong Xun said: "This injury seems to be a spear injury."

He said: "This is the injury suffered in the battle with Liang three years ago."

Dong Xun was surprised: "I don't want Xiongtai to be a soldier."

He smiled faintly.

In the past three years, he has personally confiscated twice. Although it was strongly opposed by the Manchu civil and military forces.

Even he himself couldn't tell whether this move was to completely expel foreign enemies, or to put himself on the battlefield and put aside all unconscious lovesickness.

Both wars were completely victories. The Daqing Army Division not only completely expelled Liang from the border, but also opened up a brand new territory.

It was only the second time that he was seriously injured, and the enemy was poisoned on the sword, and he was about to be killed.

He also didn't know how long he had fainted. When he woke up he realized that he was already in the palace, and the young prince on the couch was asleep holding his hand. The prince was ecstatic when he saw him open it and told him that he had been in a coma for more than two months. He was about to open his mouth to speak, and the prince said again: "During your absence, everything in Chaozhong is well and stable. Xuan'er has not disappointed the emperor. It is so easy to get through this disaster. You must not strain your body any more."

The prince’s eyes flashed with maturity and calmness that did not match his age. He quietly looked at the prince and saw that the prince wanted to call the imperial physician to come in. He held the prince and whispered: "No, tell the imperial physician, I couldn’t survive. pass."

The prince looked at him incredulously, and he smiled weakly: "Xuan'er can do a good job. You should have been with you, but the emperor's uncle... is really tired."

His funeral was very grand and grand. Naturally, he himself could not see it with his own eyes. Choosing to escape from death was his most indulgent decision in his life. After the indulgence, he didn't even know where to go.

He went all the way south aimlessly, deliberately to the small town of Guangling where he used to live, but the things are different, the peach blossoms are still there.

Until the end of the wandering, the vast sea, the time is long, as if the mundane things are also far away.

"Song son?" Hearing Dong Xun whispering his name, he suddenly came back to his senses. Song Langsheng has not used this name for eight years.

He did not want to talk about the past too much, and Dong Xun did not ask any more. At this time, the ship arrived at the harbour. Seeing that it was dark and a slight rain, Dong Xun kindly invited him to his manor to stay temporarily.

The carriage drove slowly, surrounded by the manor with green willows hanging down, Song Langsheng said: "I don't want Mr. Dong's house to be so elegant." Dong Xunqian said: "The Dujiang generation's industry is the old man's mistress. All, the old man is just taking care of him."

He was slightly surprised that this Dong Xun was a wealthy one in Jiangnan, and he never knew that there was another host behind him, but he was actually a woman.

The drizzle rained and the pedestrians flocked. Although the town is inconsistent with the bustle and bustle of the capital, it is simple and peaceful, peaceful and comfortable.

When the carriage arrived at the gate of the manor, Dong Xun led the way. He opened the umbrella and walked slowly in, surrounded by green trees, with strange flowers blooming, and a clear stream flowing from the rocky crevices in the Jiamu bushes.

The beautiful scenery in front of me is familiar, and I can't help but take a few more steps, but I see the clear rhyme of the stream spring, the white jade is the fence, and the fish leaps up around the pond.

There was a sudden echo of her laughter in Guangling in the past: "Asheng, one day we have a lot of money, and we must change to a big house..."

He couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Just the two of us, what do we do if we live so big."

She yearned to say: "Grow flowers in the yard, especially Tanghua... Before the princess's mansion could not grow so many, Uncle Liu said that there were too many flowers to attract bees and butterflies... But I prefer to live in the garden... Oh, But we still want the big lake in the mansion, where there are many fishes, so that we can catch them whenever we want to eat fish..."

"I'm afraid you are reluctant to eat the fish you raise yourself?"

"...That seems to be..."

He couldn't help asking: "What else do you want?"

"Ah? You are listening, um, we have to plant maple trees. In autumn, we will take our children on the swings under the trees and tell them our stories..."

He looked back and saw that this garden was actually full of crabapple flowers, all of which were her favorite.

Seeing him stop, Dong Xun asked, "The son?"

He was stunned for a long time, and asked with a trembling voice, "Can there be maple trees in the yard?"

Dong Xun was a little surprised: "When I was planted in the front yard, how did the son know? My mistress loves maple trees very much, but it took a lot of work back then..."

Before he finished speaking, he rushed to the front yard. As he walked around the corner of the gallery, he saw the shadow of the red maple tree rippling on the lake in the misty light rain.

A faint wind brought up a maple leaf, spinning in the air, he stretched out his hand to catch it, remembering that she was smiling when she was young, her eyes twinkling like stars: "Have you heard the legend about the maple leaf? The legend, falling in the maple Those who were able to catch it before will get happiness. If you can see thousands of maple leaves flying down like snow with your loved one, the two will never be separated."

He walked forward step by step, and the swing by the tree was gently swayed by the wind, as if all the dreamlike passing was like a glimpse of light, one flower and one leaf, one frame and one frame, clear and light.

When I got close to the swing, I saw that the supporting wooden stakes were engraved with: plum blossom snow, pear blossom moon, total lovesickness, since spring comes, I will not know it.

He trembling his hands and stroking the familiar handwriting, the tears in his eyes accumulated more and more, and at this point, he could no longer hold back the bank.

It was her, he knew it was her.

At this time Dong Xun had already caught up, seeing him so sad, but he was greatly confused, "Master...but what's the discomfort?"

He carried away the tears on his face, and said, "This yard is quite similar to the old man's mansion below. The next moment he feels hurt, it makes Mr. Dong laugh..."

Dong Xun smiled and said: "Where and where..."

He asked: "I wonder if the owner of this manor can be in the house? Come here, I should visit in person."

Dong Xun shook his head and said: "A few months ago, my wife suddenly took her with her young lady out, and never came back during that period. The old man came to take care of it only after receiving his wife's letter. The son does not need to be polite."

Hearing the word "Miss", remembering that Lu Lingjun had said that she already had a husband and a daughter, he felt gloomy, "So..." He wanted to leave, but there were still thousands of reluctances in his heart. , He at least wanted to see what her husband and son looked like, and treat her well, why she is already married, and write the poem that belongs to them on the swing.

He hesitated again and again, and finally asked: "I don't know... this master can be in the house, down..."

Dong Xun smiled slightly and said: "My wife has always been alone and chic, and there is no master in the house. Everyone in this town knows it."

He was shocked all over, "Single? Why, how? Four years ago, someone else saw her and her husband-in-law in the grassland..." At this point, he suddenly fell silent, and Dong Xun said, "The son is Madame’s old knowledge, right?"

Seeing that he was speechless for a while, Dong Xun smiled again, "The son has been so strange since he entered the village. If the old man can't even see this, he has lived so much for nothing. Four years ago... …The madam did take the young lady to the grassland. If the old man expected it well, the "husband-in-law" was mostly played by the old man’s playful daughter...but, the young lady, it is indeed the wife’s own flesh and blood..."

The news in turn made him at a loss. Hope rekindled in his heart, but he was afraid that it was just a delusion, lest his last thoughts would come to nothing. He stared at the maple tree in a daze, and finally asked: "She...her daughter , How old is it now?"

Dong Xun said: "The old man first met his wife in Meng Chun in the Ding Younian year. At that time, the wife was pregnant with Liujia, and the young lady was born within four months. By now, the young lady is seven years old."

Ding Younian, Ding Younian Meng Chun.

He closed his eyes heavily, tears still streaming from his eyes.

He didn't think that it was his daughter.

How could she be willing to leave with her flesh and blood, how did she get through it alone.

Dong Xun invited him into the house to drink tea, and slowly came to her for these years.

It turned out that she wandered to their former home in Guangling and sold all of her savings, and then wandered there. By chance, she met Dong Xun, the shopkeeper who was close to the restaurant's bankruptcy and went bankrupt.

She bought the restaurant, restored the decline of the restaurant, and let Dong Xun continue to operate in the restaurant. Since then, Dong Xun has not left it.

Even if he later had his own rich side of the merchant group, and in front of her, he would still treat her as the person he respected most.

Dong Xun said that he had never seen a woman stronger than his wife.

I still remember that on the night before the child was born, she suddenly suffered from abdominal pain, and she had no time to call the stable woman in town. Even so, she could calm everyone down and gritted their teeth when everyone was panicking. A healthy baby.

Song Langsheng did not dare to imagine such a scene, she was obviously afraid of pain, but he was not by her side when she was in pain the most.

Dong Xun said that he didn't know his wife's past. Although she often laughed, she couldn't hide the sense of loneliness under her eyes.

Because of business, she has traveled north and south for many years, visited many places and met many celebrities. Among them, there is no shortage of admirers, but she is never tempted by them.

When asked by chance, she just said: I am already married, how can I marry again?

She said she was married, but Dong Xun never met her husband-in-law.

The dull heart pain has made him unable to listen anymore.

He asked: "Do you know where she is going?"

Dong Xun shook his head slightly: "At that time, the first emperor passed away and the new emperor took the throne. The old man only knew that his wife was driving north all the way. She was walking in a hurry, but she didn't know why..."

My fingers tightly gripped my palms and it hurt. The rain stopped when I didn't know it. I could only hear the sound of water dripping in front of the eaves.

She went to look for him, and after hearing the bad news about him, she rushed to the capital day and night, no longer caring about other things.

Years later, even though she has become the steady and wise mistress of his population, as before, she could not be calm and self-sufficient when encountering him. At this moment, he wished he could plug his wings and come to her immediately, he was afraid that she would cry for him again.

Seeing that he was eager to leave, Dong Xun called him aloud: "Master Song, the southeast wind has blown on the sea. I'm afraid we can't sail the boat tonight." He paused and listened to Dong Xun's meaningful words. : "No matter what is important, you should take good care of yourself so that you can protect the person you want to protect."

He thought, maybe Dong Xun had already guessed something. It just doesn't tell.

Early the next morning, he arrived at the ferry early to wait for the first ferry to go north.

The sea and sky were gray and blue, and only the lights on the bow of the sea could be seen, coming slowly under the light of dawn.

He stood slowly, facing the sea breeze, watching the beginning of the day show its brilliance.

When the boat docked to shore, the boatman put down the long board to let the guests on the boat get off first, and the ferry was constantly coming and going. He was about to board the boat, but his body was stiff as a stone at the moment when the light and shadow intertwined.

By the side of the stone fence, the person he was thinking about was slowly leading a beautiful child.

He held his breath and even made a half-line voice, lest he disturbed the dreamlike scene before him.

In order to make her mother happy, the little girl asked her mother to lean down and stroked her forehead with her hand. The shore was full of people, she didn't see him, picked up her daughter and passed him by her side.

His heart beat faster and faster, but he didn't dare to step forward to recognize each other.

As the sun rises, seagulls fly by. The little girl dropped her head on her mother's shoulder and found him staring here in a daze.

She frowned her little brow, pointed her finger at him, and said softly, "Mother, a handsome uncle is watching you and crying."

She turned around, and the morning glow shone through the clouds on the blue smoky shirt, her face crimson and elegant.

Looking for her thousands of degrees in the crowd, eight years, eight months and thirteenth days, counted in my heart, and finally met.

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