Lamp Flower Smile

It rained non-stop.

For a long time, Lu Zhen looked at him and said calmly: "Why didn't you leave?"

She asked Yin Zheng to make it clear to Qing Feng that she would not go today.

Qing Feng's carriage has already left and has not returned, so he must have brought the words with him.

He had left, she thought. She knew this fact, so she came with such confidence.

But why is he still here?

Still here, waiting alone?

"If you don't want to see me, I can't just go see you and make you angry."

"But I also think that if you change your mind midway and suddenly want to see me, I will wait here for a little longer."

He smiled and said, "Fortunately, I had the foresight."

Lu Chen was silent.

This is not just "waiting for one more moment", time has passed long enough, and if it were a moment later, his birthday would also have passed.

"What are you doing standing there in a daze?" Pei Yunying went out and pulled Lu Zhu into the room who was outside the window.

There was no one else in the tea house, and the lights in every dining room were turned off. Only the lights in this place were still on, and a large table of dishes was placed on the table.

Lu Yan lowered his eyes and looked over.

The food has gone cold.

"This is not a restaurant or restaurant, but a teahouse that my mother loved to come to when she was still alive."

He took the paper umbrella from Lu Zhuo's hand and put it at the door, and walked to the table: "The owner of the teahouse has a weird temper and only does business until You hour. After You hour, he closed the door and went home. It took a lot of effort to agree to stay for me tonight. moment."

"But the rain was too heavy and people left just now. The food is too cold to eat." His fingertips brushed a small wine bottle on the table. "The wine is still warm and you can drink it."

Pei Yunying lifted the wine pot and poured it into the white porcelain wine cup, which was as clear as a mirror.

"Wine is for Uncle Huan, it removes worries and brings happiness." He handed a cup to Lu Chen and said, "Uncle Huan, wine is for removing worries."

Lu Zhuo took the wine cup.

Pei Yunying looked at her and smiled faintly: "My mother liked this place when she was alive and said the maple leaves here are very beautiful, but I have never been here once."

He looked out the window and saw drizzle in the distant mountains.

It’s not the time for maple leaves to turn red yet.

He looked at it for a while, then came to his senses and asked her, "Why don't you sit down?"

Lu Chen stood still, his hand holding the wine cup gradually tightened, and after a moment, he said, "Today is your birthday."

"Yes." Pei Yunying curved her lips and spread a hand towards her, "Where is the colorful ribbon you gave me?"

Lu Chen was silent.

On his birthday last year, Pei Yunshu gave birth. She detoxified Pei Yunshu, and Pei Yunying had no intention of celebrating. However, even though they didn't celebrate together, they still spent time together despite a strange combination of circumstances.

Together again this year.

Before you know it, a year has passed.

She reached out and put the wine cup on the table.

"I'm very busy today," Lu Chen said slowly, "I will be very busy in the future too. The palace commander invited me here late at night just for these unimportant things, which would be too boring."

Pei Yun was stunned.

Lu Yan looked at him, "For such boring things, the palace commander can just find someone else. Please don't call me in the future."

She lowered her head and was about to go out when Pei Yunying's voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Lu Xu."

She paused in her steps.

"You once asked me why I didn't push you away when you used me to reject Dong Lin and hug me to act in front of the Palace Commander's Mansion."

Lu Zhuo turned his back to him and heard his own difficult voice: "Why?"

"No reason."

He said calmly: "I just don't want to push it away."

The rain gurgled and the lights in the house flickered on and off.

Lu Chen's heart trembled.

"Why don't you ask me what my birthday wish is?"

Lu Zhen said nothing.

Pei Yunying walked up to her.

The mist and rain passed through the bead curtain, blowing the dim candlelight on the table. His heroic brows were bathed in warmth, and he looked at her steadily and calmly.

"My birthday wish is..."

"...May the person I love also love me."

It was like someone dropped a huge boulder on a calm lake, causing turbulent water splashes. However, in just a moment, the water splashes gradually turned bitter, and a deep sadness swept over her heart.

She raised her eyes, sealing the ripples in her heart firmly in the corner, her expression indifferent.

"Won't the Commander-in-Chief tell me that the person he loves is me?"

His thick eyebrows slightly twisted: "Why is it impossible?" After a pause, he added: "Qixi Qi Qiu upstairs, I thought I made it very clear."

Lu Chen chuckled.

She smiled sarcastically: "Does a man fall in love after he has helped others a few times? Your Majesty, I am not that pretentious."

"I won't take this matter seriously, and you don't have to take it seriously. You and I will pretend that what happened today never happened."

After saying that, he got up to leave.

Pei Yunying pressed the door and blocked it in front of her.

His tall figure cast a shadow over hers, forcefully holding her in place for the first time. His eyes were sharp and aggressive, staring at her unwillingly with a smile but not a smile.

He said: "What's going on? You were so bold when you killed people. Why did you become timid when I showed you my feelings? Is it because..."

"...You have a guilty conscience and you also like me a little bit in your heart?"

Lu Zhuo froze.

Pei Yunying stared at her closely, his dark, bright eyes dazzling under the light, refusing to let go of any of her eyes.

Just like on a cold, dark rainy night, someone appears with a lamp on. He takes your hand, puts a dry and warm coat on you, and then gives you a cup of warm honey water.

People who seem indifferent can always warm the lonelier people.

She likes this warmth and covets it, but she cannot let herself get close to it. She must restrain herself and stay away.

Even though she couldn't deny it.

As her fingertips dug deeper and deeper, she raised her head, looked at the other person and said indifferently: "I don't like you."

One sentence, resounding.

Pei Yunying was stunned.

His expression became quiet, staring at her and said: "I don't believe it."

Lu Tong was silent.

"I'm not a fool, you use this excuse to perfunctory me, it's too lame."

He approached, lowered his head and stared into her eyes, "Sometimes, the way you look at me is clearly very moving."

Lu Tong's heart moved slightly.

He was a child of destiny, with a good family background and good looks, and grew up surrounded by people. She knew from the first time she met Pei Yunying that politeness and gentleness were the other party's etiquette and upbringing. He was proud in his bones and refused to bow his head, and he had repeatedly made exceptions for her.

Her pretended calmness could not deceive this man.

People can never go against their own hearts.

But she could not tolerate herself sinking into these tempting "exceptions".

Even though she clearly knew that she was the one who was most afraid of owing favors to others, and she was very clear about all the favors she had, she had never given him anything.

She cheated, tit-for-tat, and felt at ease enjoying the warmth of the other person at a certain moment, and then pushed him away mercilessly.

She was such a selfish person.

Selfish and indifferent.

"Lord Pei is too self-righteous." Lu Tong said coldly.

"Just because Lord Pei is young and promising, and has a beautiful appearance, everyone in the world should like you?"

"Just because you are noble and handsome, and have an extraordinary family background, everyone will love you?"

Lu Tong sneered: "I am not the daughter of the Grand Tutor's Mansion, Lord Pei, don't think too highly of yourself, and don't look down on others too much."

The lights burned quietly, and a gust of cold wind blew from the window, brushing against people's faces, bringing a hint of coldness.

The smile on the young man's face gradually faded, and he stared at her steadily.

"If that's the case, why did you vent my anger when Jin Xianrong was gossiping about my mother behind my back?"

"It's just a normal acupuncture, the palace commander doesn't need to think too much."

"When the Privy Council Yan Xu threatened, why did you bring up the law?"

"I was afraid that the palace commander would implicate me."

"In the Qiqiao Tower, Lan Ye competed in cleverness, and you and I won a comb together."

Lu Tong: "I have thrown away the comb."

His expression trembled.

"Lu Tong," Pei Yunying took a step closer, unwilling to let her go, and slowly spoke: "From the beginning to the end, you are really open and honest, and you have no selfish intentions towards me?"

Lu Tong clenched his fists.

The young man stood under the lamp, and the dim light illuminated his young and clean face. His dark and bright eyes were shimmering, as deep as a pool.

Suddenly, she seemed to see the bright red plum blossoms on Luomei Peak, and the dark clouds rolled in pain on the grass. Yunniang came out of the thatched house holding a medicine bowl and said "hush" to her.

"Xiao Shiqi."

The woman curved her eyes and told her seriously: "You must hide the things you like. Otherwise, you will be like it."

You will be like it.

Her eyes were a little hot, but Lu Tong just raised her head, looked at the person in front of her calmly, and said: "No."

No.

The light seemed to freeze for a moment, and the cold air of the rainy night finally came at this moment. Drops of autumn rain were like tears, falling in rows along the eaves.

Lu Tong picked up the umbrella and pushed him out. At the moment when they passed by, Pei Yunying tried to hold her, but the woman's cold sleeves slipped through his hands, like a wisp of breeze that was hard to catch, and slipped away silently.

He was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and caught up with her in a few steps, "I'll take you."

Lu Tong walked forward with an umbrella: "No need."

"Lu Tong." He said.

Lu Tong stopped and he didn't move forward.

The rain kept falling from the sky, and the scarlet figure was no longer bright and bright in the dark night, but became dim and embarrassed.

In the drizzle, one person was in front and the other was behind, just a few feet away, but couldn't get close.

After a while, he lowered his eyes: "I'll have someone take you."

Lu Tong didn't say anything else.

Qingfeng quickly drove the carriage over. Realizing that the atmosphere between the two was unusual, he didn't dare to speak. Lu Tong got on the carriage and lowered the curtain without looking back.

The carriage gradually drove away.

It was completely dark all around.

Pei Yunying returned to the teahouse.

The food was cold, and the empty wine cups were poured on the table, suggesting that this birthday was really bad.

He sat down at the table, was silent for a while, and took out a green bracelet from his bosom.

The bracelet that Pei Yunshu gave him but didn't have time to give away, he wanted him to give it to the person he loved.

He looked down for a long time.

After a long time, Pei Yunying reached out and picked up the wine pot on the table.

The silver wine pot was cold to the touch, and the "Huanbo" wine was as clear as tears. The moment he took a sip, he was slightly startled.

It was cold.

The warm and soft sake that could warm people's chest and abdomen on a rainy night had become cold without knowing when.

...

The carriage stopped in front of the West Street Clinic.

The door of the clinic was opened a crack, and Yin Zheng was waiting for her at the door with a lamp.

Lu Tong entered the inner shop, and the carriage disappeared in the rain again. Yin Zheng closed the door of the clinic, took the paper umbrella from Lu Tong and put it in the corner, and said: "Why did the girl come back so soon?"

During the day, when Qingfeng's carriage was waiting outside the door, Lu Tong had no intention of going out.

Later, when it was late at night, Yin Zheng asked several times, and Lu Tong asked her to tell Qing Feng that she would not go to Dan Feng Terrace tonight.

Just when Yin Zheng thought that Lu Tong would not leave the clinic again and today would pass quietly, Lu Tong suddenly walked out of the house again.

In the middle of the night, she hired a carriage regardless of the trouble and went to Dan Feng Terrace.

Yin Zheng wanted to follow her, but was rejected by Lu Tong.

Unable to persuade her, Yin Zheng had to wait in the clinic. But she didn't expect that Lu Tong would return in less than an hour.

The oil lamp in her hand illuminated the inner bed, and Yin Zheng looked at Lu Tong's face: "Why does the girl look so bad?" She shook her hand again, and was startled: "Hands are so cold, what happened?"

Lu Tong's face was pale, and she opened the felt curtain and walked into the yard.

"Nothing, I'm just tired."

"But..."

Yin Zheng looked at her uneasily and followed Lu Tong. After Lu Tong entered the house, she closed the door, and a figure was immediately reflected on the window, accompanied by the sound of dripping water in the yard.

"You go back to the house, I want to rest first."

Lu Tong said calmly.

Yin Zheng stood at the door of Lu Tong's house for a while, until the lights in the house went out and no more movement could be heard. The person in the house seemed to have gone to bed to rest before sighing and leaving with the lamp.

Lu Tong sat at the table.

The room was dark, and the lanterns hanging under the eaves of the courtyard only had a faint light in the rainy night. She sat there woodenly, like a doll. She had brought an oil-paper umbrella with her when she went out today, and she was not affected by the wind and rain when sitting in the carriage, but at this moment, she felt the biting cold.

The sound of rain outside the window continued, and someone's voice seemed to be stained with the cold air of the rainy night, echoing in her ears again and again.

"From beginning to end, are you really open and honest, and have no selfishness towards me?"

Open and honest?

No selfishness?

A little bit of heart-piercing pain came from the bottom of her heart, dull and slow. She thought that after so long, she had lost everything, including her heart, and she would no longer feel pain, but she understood at this moment.

It turned out that it still hurts.

Maybe that's not pain.

It's the attachment and reluctance of something precious and favorite to be stripped away.

She understood what it was.

I once really liked someone, and was really liked by someone. I felt a little regretful and reluctant to give up this little warmth. In this ordinary life, I once really felt a moment of throbbing.

An unbearable pain came from the chest. Lu Tong couldn't tell whether it came from the heart or somewhere else. She couldn't help but put her hand on her chest and bent down in spasm. As her sleeves rubbed, the volume on the table was brushed to the ground. The sweat drops from her cheeks wet the pages of the book on the ground.

She remembered Yin Zheng's surprise when she saw the storybook in the daytime.

"Hey," Yin Zheng was surprised, "This is the storybook I bought in the study before, how come it's here?"

Lu Tong replied: "Just take a look."

"Oh," Yin Zheng nodded, "I haven't had time to read this book yet, what's it about?"

"It's about a woman with a terminal illness who falls in love with someone."

Yin Zheng was stunned: "Ah? In the end, the woman was cured of the terminal illness?"

"No."

Lu Tong's eyes were indifferent, "She died, and her lover was in great pain. Soon he followed her and was buried together."

Yin Zheng couldn't help sighing: "This storybook is really sad to hear, and the writer of the storybook is the same. Since you want to write about a happy marriage, why write about life and death? It's heartbreaking to use a dying person as the protagonist."

"It's not a good ending."

Lu Tong lowered his eyes, and only said "hmm" softly after Yin Zheng left.

It's indeed not a good ending.

Just like herself.

If it's destined to have a bad ending, why start it? It's better to fulfill yourself and others.

The woman curled up into a ball, like a fetus curled up in the mother's womb, trying hard to get a little warmth in the cold rainy night.

On the ground, next to the book soaked with sweat, there was a bright red ribbon with a delicate shape.

It had been woven long ago.

Breakups always happen on rainy days TAT