"The lover is infatuated with snow, moon, wind and flowers, and I am so intoxicated with tears tonight..."

Xiao Zhong sat alone by the pool in front of the Qing Mansion Master’s seat and chanted slowly.

I don't know who wrote this poem.

It may also be that she was inspired for a moment.

This night always comes unexpectedly.

It was just like the sun in the Ming Dynasty still rose.

But she was different from usual, and there was no one I lying in the room.

Every night, Xiao Zhong always likes to blow out all the waits in the room.

The loneliness brought by this darkness is very painful for ordinary people.

But compared to Xiao Zhong, the noise during the day is so deeper than this pain.

And the pain of the night was chosen by her.

The rest, but I have to bear it...

It would be a bit too sad if a woman at this age doesn't know how long it will take for this pain...

But Xiao Zhong did not know...

No one would push open her door and light a light to break the pain of loneliness.

His daughter's insimplicity may give him a little comfort, but he is more worried.

A husband's tenderness is a luxury.

She, Xiao Zhong, had already given up...

She looked up at the sky.

Today is another full moon night.

Xiao Zhong gently quenched the moon.

She didn't want any light to disturb her thoughts.

In fact, she didn't even notice it herself.

She herself had long been accustomed to the pain caused by such dark loneliness.

Even very addictive...

But when I thought about it, the moon was the only one hanging in the sky when Xiao Zhong was most helpless.

This may also be considered a kind of companionship.

Time passes by and people grow old easily.

When she was young, she had enough to break in and run away from home.

He had the courage to stop Qingran's fast horse.

But with the rotation of the four seasons, she has changed.

When Xiao Zhong and Qingran went to Xiangteng Inn for dinner, it was her first time drinking.

He asked Qingran's wine so strong and spicy, why did he drink it one cup after another?

Qingran told him that a jar of strong wine would bring a night of dreams.

There is no intrigue in Qing Mansion in the dream.

There is no sword light or sabers in the world.

Xiao Zhong did not understand this way.

So she naturally nourishes and pokes such dreams.

However, Xiao Zhong turned to ask him why he said so many things to him and even invited him to dinner.

Qingran said, because she is very special.

Xiao Zhong looked down at himself.

I really didn't find anything special about myself.

Qingran pointed to his heart, smiling without saying a word.

"I really want to live forever in a world of dreams after being drunk... so that I can get rid of the pain caused by loneliness and fighting... I can have a world that truly belongs only to me."

Qingran said with a drink.

But I am even more worried when I drink to drown my sorrows. I watch the moon and the moon in my dreams hard to fill.

Look at the Magpie Bridge, but there are only a few hours a year to meet.

It seems to be scattered, but it is actually the most affectionate.

It was dusk after this meal.

Dusk, another dusk...

Xiao Zhong looked at the hurried steps of pedestrians on the road and was very envious.

Everyone yearns for comfort.

Why is she looking forward to the hasty?

Because the tired feet support the tired body, the place you run to is called "home".

Once upon a time, Xiao Zhong also had a family.

Whenever dusk comes, she will rush into the house with her back facing the red clouds and gold in the sky, humming an unknown cheerful little song.

But today at dusk, she had no place to go...

Facing the afterglow of the sunset, everything became dull.

It was the winter of that year when Xiao Zhong married Qingran.

Looking around in a daze, the green is gone, the snow is covered.

Before we knew it, the year was over.

I thought that life would change greatly after marrying Qingran and moving into Qing Mansion.

But Xiao Zhong did not expect that she was still guarding an isolated city alone.

But this lonely city is more luxurious and magnificent than before...

But in essence, there is no difference.

This year when I was a wife.

Everyone will feel that there is something more in life, but ordinary people have something that is difficult to grasp.

It is like this that sometimes there are no, both illusion and real.

It is like strands of gauze, rising with the wind.

After a change of thought, I don’t know where I flew to.

Xiao Zhong suddenly became a little cold.

She held her arms.

Looking at the stone table and stone chairs in front of me, I wanted to raise a lot of work.

But my heart is cold.

No matter how big or strong the fire is, it can't stand the coldness in her heart.

Suddenly, she felt a trace of coldness passing through her cheeks.

I reached out and saw tears.

When the snow was green and snowy, she often cried in the middle of the night.

But now, Xiao Zhong hasn't cried for a long time...

Although tears burst out from her eyes, she could not feel any sadness.

How can a calm mind cry?

All I can say is that she is already numb about it.

Xiao Zhong originally wanted to wipe away tears with his sleeves.

But she still didn't...

She is a very thorough woman.

Since you are about to shed tears, just let it flow happily.

Can laugh at the face or cry behind your back.

This is the real skill.
To be continued...