Red plums reflect youth

Chapter 81 Apricot Blossom Misty Rain

May I ask you that your heart can be at peace?Yiting misty rain and apricot blossoms are cold.

The spring rain is thin, the wind is cold and the river is rushing.Ziqing played the piano alone at the Fanghe Pavilion by the Wutang River, staring at the water and the sky, the misty rain.

Qiao Sheng... Are you still unwilling to forgive your brother?

but,

I believe you're alive, have always believed...

There is your breath in the wind, and there is also in the rain.

Let the light wind and rain send my piano sound, in which I miss you.

I'll wait for you to come back,

no matter how long,

I will always wait.

"Brother...are you crying?" A crisp child's voice rang in Ziqing's ears.

Only then did Ziqing come to his senses, and at some point, tears were streaming down his face.Ziqing turned her head and found that it was Wan'er who came.

And she went straight to Ziqing, hugged him with her small arms, and kissed him on the cheek: "Hey, don't cry."

Ziqing was slightly taken aback, but after understanding her intentions, she couldn't help smiling.

Seeing Ziqing smile, Wan'er let him go, took out her small handkerchief and wiped her wet forehead, hair and shoulders, and said with an innocent smile, "Hehe, Daddy taught Wan'er this. Every time Daddy cries, as long as Wan'er does this, Daddy will also laugh."

Ziqing said softly, "Thank you Wan'er...it's raining, why are you here alone?"

Wan'er spoke articulately: "Wan'er was playing nearby by herself...but it was raining just now, and Wan'er remembered that there was a pavilion here, so she ran here. I didn't expect you to cry when I met my brother."

"Why are you playing around here alone, where is your father?"

Wan'er muttered: "Today is my mother's memorial day, every day, daddy will bring Wan'er to a hut not far from here...but daddy ignores me...so every time Wan'er is alone People are playing outside."

Ziqing looked at her tenderly. Today she was wearing a light pink lady's dress, revealing a pair of fluffy embroidered shoes cutely put together, her thin and lonely shoulders trembling slightly, coupled with her watery and slightly resentful Eyes, and a pouty little mouth, which is indescribably cute.

She also heard her ask crisply: "Then why is brother here again?" As she spoke, she put a little finger on her cheek, tilted her head and said thoughtfully: "I see, brother must be missing you." People. Every time my father misses my mother, he will show an expression like my brother. That person must be very important to my brother."

A child's innocent intuition always hits people's hearts like this. Ziqing nodded: "Yes, a lovely person like you. But my brother lost him."

Wan'er nodded with a half understanding: "Then I will sing a song for my brother. Dad said that no matter where I am, my mother will hear Wan'er's singing and know that we miss her. I think, that person of my brother, listen When you hear this song, you will also know that you miss him."

As she spoke, Wan'er began to sing, and the child's ethereal and crisp voice sounded in the drizzle, as if it had penetrated the rain and fog to the distant sky:

"Wings flapping alone in the vast sky

Birds must be sad

In the silent wind, I can't find the people of the past

can you see my heartthe heart that misses you

Can you hear my cry?when will you come back to me

Petals fluttering alone on the deserted path

Flowers must be in pain

In the desolate and misty rain, I can't see the people of the past

can you see my heartthe heart that misses you

Can you hear my cry?when will you come back to me"

When Wan'er sang softly, Ziqing unconsciously stretched out her hand to rub the strings along with the tune of the song,

The desolate song, the sad song, the ethereal and clean voice, and the just-right sound of the zither, in harmony with the wind, the rain, the person, and the mood, sing all the thoughts and express all the sorrows in the world.

Two lines of cold tears slipped down quietly without trace.

"Wan'er, your singing voice is really nice." Ziqing held down the strings and said sincerely to Wan'er, "Thank you for your song. I think he must understand our feelings when he hears it. My brother doesn't know your full name yet." What, can you tell me?"

Wan'er righted her little finger, and said hesitantly: "But Daddy won't let me tell others my name and address...otherwise the bad guys will take me away..." Then she showed a tangled expression: "But brother You look so good-looking, and you play the piano so well, you must not be a bad person... Well, yes, brother is a good person, let me tell you!"

Wan'er said to Ziqing with sparkling eyes: "My surname is Zhang, and my name is Zhang Siwan. My father is a high-ranking official. We have a big house in the south of the city, next to my grandfather."

Ziqing's eyelids twitched, Zhang's mansion in the south of the city, isn't that Zhang Shilang's house?Then this little girl is... Zhang Shilang's granddaughter.

Ziqing smiled softly and said to Wan'er: "I didn't expect Zhang Shilang to have such a lively and lovely granddaughter." After finishing speaking, she stretched out her hand and picked it up on the strings, trying to hide the slight feeling caused by thinking of her own life experience. disturbed.

Unexpectedly, after Wan'er heard this, she poked her waist and said angrily to Ziqing: "Hmph! I'm not a granddaughter! I'm a boy! Why do you all call me a girl!"

"Hiss..." A zither string broke suddenly, cutting a bright red gash in Ziqing's delicate fingers.

Seeing blood dripping from Ziqing's fingers, Wan'er opened her eyes wide in surprise, immediately forgot to be angry, ran over to hold Ziqing's hand, and comforted Ziqing like a little adult: "Brother, don't be afraid, Wan'er will help you!" It doesn't hurt anymore if you suck it." As he spoke, he took Ziqing's injured finger into his small mouth, sucked the wound lightly, and the cold finger gradually warmed up under the licking of his warm tongue.

Ziqing stared blankly at Wan'er, letting him suck his finger in his mouth, but his heart was overwhelmed.

What exactly is going on?An inexplicable feeling of inexplicability enveloped Ziqing.An innocent child, dressed as a girl, but a boy... Is Wan'er's world a normal world?

At this moment, a man's low voice of reproach suddenly sounded: "Wan'er! What are you doing!"

Ziqing turned his head to look around, and saw a thin man entering the pavilion under an umbrella. He was wearing loose clothes, which made him look thin and lonely.His face is thin, somewhat similar to that of Zhang Shilang, but it gives people a cautious and submissive feeling, and what attracts the most attention is his pair of eyes, with lowered eyebrows, but there is a hint of gloom inadvertently. Light.

Wan'er heard the words and quickly let go of Ziqing, and threw herself on the man happily: "Daddy! Brother's finger was cut, and I'm using the method you taught me to lick his wound... I told you he is That fairy brother."

Ziqing hurriedly saluted: "Liu Ziqing in Xiaqingcheng Pavilion, thank you Ling... Wan'er for your help." Is it Lingmei or your son?

"It turned out to be Mr. Liu. The little girl has nothing to say and offended you, please forgive me." The man's voice was dry and hoarse, and although he spoke politely and respectfully, his face was half a smile.

"Daddy! I'm not..." Wan'er pouted and was about to explain something, but the man's voice rose an octave: "Wan'er! It seems that you have forgotten everything Daddy told you! Do you want to be punished? ?”

After hearing this, Wan'er looked unhappy and pouted, but stopped talking.

"I disturbed you just now, young master, please don't be offended. We will leave first if we have something to do." The man hugged Wan'er to his body, and then motioned to him: "Don't say goodbye to young master Liu."

Wan'er looked at Ziqing reluctantly, waved to him and said, "Goodbye, brother. Brother, next time Wan'er will..." Before Wan'er could finish speaking, the man had already led Wan'er into the misty rain and fog. Wan'er's voice became blurred, but Ziqing could still hear clearly, "Looking for you to play..."

Ziqing stared blankly at the two people who were drifting away, and it took a long time before she remembered to retract the hand that was raised in front of her chest.

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Fuliu imagined that the tune of the song Wan'er sang was in the same tune as "The Song of Seru", so the lyrics were also imitated according to that song, haha.