The West Wind is a song that leaves people mourning

Murong Qian turned a blind eye to the nurse's vigilance, as if she didn't exist.

Her gaze shifted from Murong Ting's pale and handsome face to the position of his left chest, she stared blankly for a while, and seemed to be able to see the slight ups and downs of the quilt on his body.

She blinked, then turned her head and walked inside.

The nurse found her intimidating, and was relieved to see her head for the operating room.

Murong Qian pulled up the curtain and entered the operating room. The operating light inside had been turned off, and only one wall lamp was turned on, but the white light was bright enough for her to see clearly the situation in the entire operating room.

The furnishings that come into view are either silver or white, icy cold, and the person who looks at them is extraordinarily cold.

In the middle of the room, on an operating table that was not too high or too low, lay a person, covered with a white cloth covering his figure.

When Murong Qian saw him, the light flowed in her eyes. She took off the mask, sniffed, tried to force out a smile, and walked forward with heavy steps.

She put the mask she took off on the operating table, and slowly lifted the white cloth covering his head with both hands.

She saw his short black hair, plump forehead, ink-like eyebrow color, which was going down a little bit, his straight nose, and his thin lips that hadn't lost the last touch.

It's still the same beautiful face with sickness, but there is a hole in his right temple facing inward, the wound has been treated, the blood is coagulated, but looking at it is still so shocking that she even lied to herself that he was talking to him. She can't even joke.

It's different, even if he was weak before, his face would still be as white and crystal clear as the pear blossoms under the sun, but now it looks like the ice and snow that has begun to melt, with a sense of weight that he has never had before.

She couldn't breathe, but she didn't cry.

Because no matter how much trouble she made, the pair of star-like eyes in front of her could no longer be opened.

"Does it hurt?"

She raised her hand to touch his face, her fingertips seemed to touch the cold jade when she touched him, and the rest of her fingers slowly brushed his cheeks and submerged hair, only half of her palms were on his cheeks.

She rubbed her thumb back and forth gently on it, even though it was no longer warm and soft, it was warm and then quickly cooled.

But she doesn't care, she smiles, uglier than crying, but she tries to smile.

She said softly, "I came to say goodbye to you, if you could see, you would see that I was smiling, but you didn't give me this chance, you left with guilt, and only saw my restlessness and waiting.

But you shouldn't die like this, and I shouldn't live like this, but I accept both, because I still want to live. "

Having seen Murong Qian's madness before, everyone worried that she would not be able to bear it after seeing Gu Yunlan.

But Murong Qian was not as distraught as they expected. They didn't know what happened to her in the operating room, but since she came out of the operating room at dawn the next day, they never saw her shed a single tear.

She is very quiet and well-behaved, she can't swallow but she can eat, she can't sleep but she can lie down, she keeps vigil for him for three days, watching his funeral procession go away, quietly, neither crying nor fussing.

She said that she would go back to the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain to live for a while, and the thin monkey sent her back. She would eat three meals a day, play with cats and dogs, read books and poems, and grow trees and grass just like when he was there.

It's just that today, without him adding firewood to cook vegetables, without him turning over the books and reading aloud, without him changing ways to make fun of and move the mountains and forests.

Everything is the same, and everything is different.

A lot of people came to see her, just like watching flowers on horseback.

Apart from being a little mentally ill, she was as clear-headed and reasonable as anyone else, so those who came to persuade her had nothing to say except sigh helplessly.

It's not that there is nothing to say, there are two strangers who came to see her, Nangong Chi and Mrs. Zhao.

She didn't just jump out of a crack in the rock, she has a father and a mother, and even if she is no longer there, she still has cousins ​​and cousins. In this way, she can indeed call Murong Hai uncle and Murong Ting elder brother.

On the seventh day, Murong Ting came to see her and said that she could blame him or blame him.

Wei Ran said this when he came to see her, Lao Zhang also said it, and many, many people said it.

If Gu Yunlan was still alive, judging by her current appearance, she would definitely say the same.

But she really doesn't blame anyone, and she doesn't blame anyone.

including herself.

She was doing everything as usual, step by step, just wanted to prove that she was fine, she was still her, but everyone didn't believe it, which showed how poorly she did.

She asked Murong Ting a word, "Who is for whom, who is sorry for whom?"

She replied to Wei Ran, "If you really want to say something to make you feel at ease, then I just hope that there will be no second me in this world."

Losing his parents when he was young, he lived a life of forbearance when he was young. The young man was burdened with a blood feud, and he was trapped all his life without being loved.

When Lao Zhang waited for a day when no one came, he handed a letter and a brocade box to her after dinner.

He thanked her and said sorry to her, thanked her for allowing him to be buried in peace, and sorry for not completing the entrustment in time.

Lao Zhang went back to the house in front of him. She was the only one left in the small courtyard, along with the seventh and fifteenth day of the lunar new year.

After half a year, the vine trellises in the courtyard are already luxuriant, swaying in the night wind, very cheerful, not afraid of the sweep of autumn.

The same is true for the full moon in the sky, there are no people missing, and it is extraordinarily round, as if it wants to compare with the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

She looked at all this coldly, tightly holding the letter and brocade box, walked to the table under the vine trellis, put the things down, turned back to the house and took two octagonal palace lanterns.

During the Lantern Festival, she and Gu Yunlan made it together.

She stepped on a stool and hung them on the vine trellis, so that the light below was bright.

She went back to the house to fetch the violin. A cat and a dog seemed to be quite human. One crawled on the table and lay on its stomach, while the other stood with its front leg on the stool, cheering her on.

She didn't play a familiar piece, but a piece that Gu Yunlan had chosen before. Because she was new and hadn't practiced for a long time, she stumbled a bit, but overall it was mellow and charming.

She thought that if he was here, he would laugh at her.

Thinking of the way he spoke, she smiled slightly.

She knew that she was a little bewildered, so why bother to look at the things in front of her that were not affected by him, it was not pleasing to the eye.

The trees will grow, the wind will be cold and warm, the moon will be full and short, and everything in the world will not stay the same because of him.

Only she accepted it and stayed where she was.

After an unknown amount of time, her gaze fell on the letter and brocade box on the table.

What should be faced will eventually be faced, how long can she lie to herself?

She sat down, borrowing the palace lantern under the moon, she first opened the brocade box, which contained the marriage letter she had written to him in Mt. Mighty, but it was no longer a thin piece of paper.

I don't know when he framed the thin paper with brocade silk, and copied "only this book, to prove the agreement between the two", and left the word "Chu Qi" after her signature.

On the seventh day of the lunar new year, she gave the cat and his name.

In front of her, from beginning to end, he was only Chu Qi.

She didn't know what kind of mood he felt when he was doing all this alone in Chu Qi's capacity.

In the future, I will never know.

Looking at this marriage letter, she calmed down for a long time, and she repeatedly told herself that she could do it before opening the letter.

He wrote in the letter: Seeing the words is like meeting, and the letter is comfortable.

I'm leaving, sorry for leaving without saying goodbye, I know you won't blame me, so you'll blame me for being so willful?

But I still hope that you can treat me more magnanimously, because my life is terrible, and I have only two lucks, that is to meet you, and to be able to have you by my company for several months, I am already satisfied.

I know that you have something to worry about, and I should have gone north with you, but I am in poor health and cannot go together, but fortunately, I am still in good health, and it is not yet time for you to work hard.

So I found another place to recuperate, and you can go north without worry. I believe that even if I am not by your side, you will be able to do well.

But you must always keep in mind that the Song family is vicious, and its power is so intricate that it cannot be shaken overnight. You can only plan it slowly, don't rush for success, take care of yourself, and I will wait for the good news that you are safe and sound.

One last thing, I’m sorry for forcing you to write down the marriage certificate. I should have returned it long ago, but I couldn’t return it to you due to delusions, so as an apology, I have transferred Sanshui Bank to your name.

In addition, since the end of last year, Santong has been fully deployed in the capital. If you have a place where you can use it, he will send it by yourself.

Look forward to cherishing yourself and returning as before.

Gu Yunlan's handwriting on the fifth day of July.

To the end of Murong Qian's reading, he didn't see his so-called second luck, but the writing of the word "Bi" in "I just met you" is a bit strange.

She is as smart as her, so what does she not understand!
Murong Qian thought that her heart was dead and her tears had dried up, but even if she knew that what Gu Yunlan left her would not be a farewell note, but a farewell letter.

She also told herself repeatedly not to cry, not to make him feel uneasy after he died.

But she looked up to herself in the end, and her heart ached to the extreme. After seeing this letter, her emotions that had been well controlled for the past few days suddenly lost control, tears burst into tears, and finally she pressed the letter to her heart, crying heartbroken.

Afterwards, she fell ill for a while, but it wasn't serious, and she was still able to do everything by herself.

It will be one month after the disease is completely cured.

During the cold dew, she decided to go north alone, let the thin monkey join the army, and left the seventh and fifteenth day of the first day to Lao Zhang to take care of.

She didn't tell anyone else the news, but when she was about to board the train, Murong Ting in military uniform appeared on the platform.

Seeing him, she realized that she was still just trying to cover up her eyes and catch birds, and she was doomed to be futile.

Tears blurred her vision for a moment, and finally she couldn't help raising her hand, which trembled slightly. When her fingertips touched Murong Ting's left chest, she felt a sudden heartbeat inside, as if responding to her. Putting it on completely, tears welled up in my eyes.

On the platform, Murong Ting stood quietly, looking at her quietly, seeing her sad but happy appearance, he suddenly understood that he was no longer qualified to keep her.

Even if he has the thing she is most attached to in this world.

It took a long time before Murong Qian raised her head, her eyes were filled with tears, but a smile slowly formed on the corners of her mouth and eyebrows.

She said, "Thank you, thank you for bringing him to see me off."

The hand, little by little, slowly retracted.

Accompanied by the roar of the train when it started, and the curling white mist blown away by the wind, she finally stepped on the train going north.