It's too difficult to fall in love with rewards

Chapter 95 95. The Setting Sun
Paved courtyard.

The shadows of the trees whirled and whispered.

On the sunny porch, there are crepe quilts, silk cushions, and Mrs. Yue's half-knit sweater.

Flowers bloom all year round in the spacious courtyard, but looking at these bright and delicate colors, it makes this home without a male owner even more lonely and desolate.

Tachibana Qingxian was immersed in a strange sleep.

Curled up in Madam Yue's arms, his eyelids would twitch whenever the woman's fragrant breath blew on his face.In this bright balcony, a strange transparent object was floating around, completely wrapping the two bodies together.

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On the day I confessed in church for the first time in my life, my confessor pointed to the sky and said to me that the Lord has a hadith: "Beatiquilugent!"

(Blessed are those who mourn)

The spiritual realm of religious fantasy can easily fascinate children who are not deeply involved in the world.

At that time, I was completely immersed in the inscrutable words, driven by passionate belief, asking God to reproduce for me the fascinating miracle I saw in "Saints Martyr".

At the age of five, my heart could fly to a star;
By the age of ten, I was able to knock on the door of the temple.

Indescribable hallucinations that enriched my imagination, filled my emotions, and strengthened my thinking ability.I often attribute my keen heart and wild imagination partly to the shameless thinking brought about by religion; angels mold my soul, endow me with insight into the subtleties of things, temper my heart, and make me free from magic The interference of God made me bear the torment before the great mission of heaven; the angel also put the burning coal that was on the lips of the prophet on my lips, and said to me: This coal touches your mouth, and your sins will be removed fall, and your sins will be forgiven...

Any of my sins can be forgiven at the religious level, so I can live without scruples... I just don't know if my sins at this moment can also be forgiven...

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"Hmm~"

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Madam Yue slowly opened her eyes.

There is a warm body in my arms.

The dizziness caused by anemia made her unable to distinguish whether this feeling was reality or a dream for a while.She looked down at the boy's face, feeling a little strange, like a stranger, but also like a close relative who cannot be lost.

Not sure about the looks...

"Mother……"

The sleeping boy softly spit out his dream.

Madam Yue felt dizzy again.

A kind of intuition shocked her heart, and suddenly, deep pain slowly spread in her heart.She raised her face in a daze, looking at the bright sunny courtyard, everything was like an illusory dream.

She was empty, without joy, without lamentation, without life.

The sound of mosquitoes in his ears woke up Ju Qingxian, and he felt as if there was the sound of flapping wings.

In his hazy vision, there seemed to be a huge moth parked on the screen, its white wings were covered with red and green spots, and he smelled a sickly smell like rotten petals.

When he wanted to reach out to drive it away, he suddenly found that Mrs. Yue had woken up, and she didn't know where she was looking.

The air is filled with the faint fragrance of women.

This fragrance is as delicate and moving as an oriental poem. Ju Qingxian looked at the woman beside her, and felt that she was more dazzling than all the women in the world combined.She was wearing a black dress, her snow-white round shoulders were slightly exposed, and her slightly rosy complexion seemed to be ashamed because she was exposed to the young man for the first time.

Tachibana's heart was beating loudly.

The eyes moved along the middle of her radiant skin, and only saw the pair of round sky-blue satin fabrics on the career line slightly exposed by the neckline, lying comfortably in the waves of lace... This is like a fresh flower field next to a field path The melons were growing out of the ground, and Ju Qing was fascinated by seeing it, and she lost her mind.

There's no one around anyway...

It's better to see how different he is from Aunt Kui... The idea of ​​a devil almost made him lose control.

Fortunately, Ju Qingxian is not a pervert.

He just relied on the screen to block him, buried his head on her body like a child throwing himself into his mother's arms, and kissed her delicate and slender neck like a girl, that's all.

"ah?"

The vitality that disappeared from Madam Yue's body suddenly returned.

"Child, you..." Her dull thinking failed to figure out what happened, but she pushed Tachibana Qingxian away with the chaste instinct of a woman, "What's wrong with you? What happened?"

Her sickly flushed face, and her neck that has become charming because of the rosiness, are so intoxicating... There is also a holy shame in her eyes, but this kind of reproachful expression is very intoxicating. It was soon relieved by tolerance.

Without Ju Qingxian's explanation, she had already forgiven his impulsiveness in her heart and became milder.

"Okay, I got it, I don't blame you..." Miss Yueji gently stroked Tachibana's hair, her cheeks were flushed, she smiled at him with her open eyes, and said, "I want to get up, here , give me a hand."

Tangerine was clearly unmoved.

It sounded a little ashamed to say it, but he didn't have much remorse. His eyes were fixed on this person who looked like a fairy who had descended from the mortal world to him. The soft touch still remained on his lips, reminiscing about the sweetness he had stolen from the Garden of Eden. fruit……

Why don't you get up... Mrs. Yue has a gentle and shy personality. She has no experience of getting along with her like this. She is embarrassed and shy. She wants to move her head away, but she can't help but turn her gaze back to Ju Qingxian's face. .

I don't know why, but she thinks this face is so kind...

Ju Qingxian also stared deeply at her classically beautiful face.

This face is as quiet and delicate as white porcelain, with shy and flushed red, intoxicating as if drunk, but also reserved.The small nose was panting, and the hair covered half of the forehead, showing a beautiful wave shape.

The tightly closed eyes were slightly swollen, concealing the movement of the sensitive eyeballs.

The small mouth of the cherry is slightly raised, it looks like a jade sculpture made of ice, with a delicate look.

Having said that, her girlish face still has the charm that only mature women can have.

Ju Qingxian especially liked an article called "Xiao Qing Biography" in "Yu Chu Xin Zhi". If a new word is used to describe the woman in "Little Qing Biography", it would be: she let the angel of death wait outside the threshold, while she slowly applied makeup and dressed up meticulously.

A woman who regards beauty as her life is a beautiful and lovely creature.

No matter what the situation is, you should be at peace with the situation and carefully protect your beauty and loveliness.

Just like Mrs. Yue in front of me.

She will die any moment.

But death, far from detracting from her beauty, made her beauty even more thrilling.

The reason for this kind of thinking is inseparable from the environment in which Ju Qingxian grew up.

With an extremely rich material life, he has no worries about food and clothing since he was a child, and he has a lot of time for him to enrich his spiritual world.He hugged his wife's body, feeling her smooth curves around her waist, her plump breasts, her smooth belly rising and falling quietly with her breathing... Her gentle, pale face, her melancholy eyes and timidity An Fang's little hands will always be engraved in his heart.

Can you say without hugging and never letting go... Mrs. Yue's breathing is a little difficult.

Her character has always been a bit weak, she is used to being submissive, Ah Qing likes to hug herself, she thinks this is not very suitable, but if she is hugged by him, she can't open her mouth to scold him... half shy and half happy strange The mood tormented her, causing her cheeks to flush with fever. After coughing twice, she pressed her hands to her chest in pain.

"What's the matter with you?"

Ju Qingxian jumped up in fright.

Madam Yue didn't bother to answer, she tilted her head and coughed violently, the sound made one feel as if her lungs were being torn apart in her chest.

Tachibana Qingxian watched helplessly, even Yayoi's mother, who had tuberculosis and its severe severity, didn't cough as badly as her.

Her face was flushed, she closed her eyes in pain, and wiped her lips with the handkerchief in the rattan basket. The handkerchief was immediately stained with a drop of blood, so she stood up and staggered into the bathroom.

"lady--"

Ju Qingxian went in with her.

Madam Yue turned on the light and leaned weakly against the wall, her skirt open at the neckline.She pressed one hand on her heart, and the other hand rested weakly on the outside of her thigh. There was half a basin of clear water in the clogged washbasin, and strands of blood like marble patterns floated on the surface of the water.

She coughed several times in a row, her face was pale and her mouth was half-opened, trying to catch her breath.Take a deep breath from time to time, followed by a long hiss, as if it would ease you up for a few seconds.

Ju Qingxian walked in and held her hand on the outside of her thigh.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I made you laugh..." Mrs. Yue turned her head slightly, and said to Ju Qingxian with a smile.Her face was now bloodless white, with the beauty of a dying man; she smiled with pale lips, and had the bright eyes of women who are overwhelmed by sickness and sorrow at the same time.

"Are you okay?" Ju Qingxian couldn't help but feel his eyes warm up.

"I, I'm fine, I'm used to it..." Mrs. Yue wiped away her tears with a handkerchief with the other hand, and said in a weak voice, "You don't have to worry so much, my physical condition is very clear, everyone I know there's no cure for it..."

After finishing speaking, she gently broke away from Tachibana Qingxian's hand, and looked at herself in the mirror.

"My face is really scary..." She smiled with difficulty, tied up her neckline, and brushed her messy hair with her fingers, "Ah! All right! Let's go back and bask in the sun, come here."

Ju Qing stood still in a daze.

Madam Yue knew that he was frightened by herself, so she came to him, stretched out her hand and said, "Look at you, don't be scared stupid."

"How can I not be frightened..." Ju Qingxian took her hand, put it to her lips and kissed it, two tears that she had endured for a long time flowed out involuntarily, moistening the back of her hand.

"Crying? No!" Madam Yue's voice was a little hoarse, "Hey, you are so childish!"

"Please eat this thing." Ju Qingxian held back his tears, and took out a Qi and blood medicine.

Madam Yue tilted her head.

Without asking what it was, she directly put it into her mouth, chewed it twice, and then swallowed it.

"Okay, I've already eaten, don't be sad anymore." She smiled and said to Ju Qingxian.

It is the beautiful smile that young mothers often wear when they hear their children say silly things.

Ju Qingxian was held by her and returned to the balcony.

The two sat side by side under the rattan chair.

The afternoon sun lost its dazzling whiteness, Madam Yue weakly contemplated the setting sun, her eyelids drooping lazily.Her classical beauty is intertwined with a tone of sadness and burnout. The incredible beauty seems to be almost the same as "delicate and charming".She moved her gaze to the bottom of the courtyard, and then slowly said: "Sister Qingji said that you will recognize you as an adopted son in the future, so it means that you and I are family members. I can also explain to you in detail about me. , lest you needlessly worry..."

"Please tell me." Ju Qingxian leaned on her shoulder.

"Didn't I tell you earlier that I have a child, but he's already dead." Madame Yue turned her gaze slightly to the northwest corner of the yard, "His body is buried in the small cemetery over there..."

Tachibana Qingxian didn't want to look over there at all,
But Mrs. Yue's weak gaze insisted on him.He could only raise his head, and look across the small verdant courtyard, across the vast cherry-colored area in the middle, along the silent forest path and the slippery mossy slope, to the small black cemetery.

Over there the luxuriant cherry trees and rice tree branches and leaves intertwined, a dense green covered the sky, and the shade of the trees swayed like a homeless ghost.

"He died before he was one year old..." Mrs. Yue smiled desolately, paused, looked at Ju Qingxian softly, and slightly clenched his hand: "Actually, I am also He died that year..."

The setting sun sprinkled down.

Her eyes were shrouded in a faint blue halo, and her beautiful face seemed to carry the cloud of death. Ju Qingxian put his hands on her slender shoulders, hugged her gently, and felt anxious in his heart.

"During the time of pregnancy, the child has already absorbed almost all of my essence. From then on, my body is doomed to be weak." After saying this, Madam Yue felt very tired and leaned against Ju Qingxian , in order to hold back a cough caused by weakness, she pressed the handkerchief to her lips, gasped for a while, and then added the following paragraph, "After the child dies, I will have another heart disease, even if it is the heavenly grandmother Rescuing me personally is probably hopeless for me..."

Ju Qingxian gently hugged her waist, her lithe and soft body was already in his arms.

"Are you using your own body to support the fetus?" He asked in a low voice, "In order to make the child strong enough to resist the curse, you consumed your life..."

"Yes."

"Is it worth it?"

"Son, is there anything worthwhile? Isn't it a predestined fate to be born in the old Chinese race?"

"I'm not very sensible, I don't understand what this means!" Ju Qingxian shook his head.

"You're still young..." Mrs. Yue laughed, stretched out her hand, rubbed his head, and said in relief: "Even if you are really ignorant, it's no big deal. If you are sensible, who really understands? No matter how old you live , everyone is a child and doesn’t understand anything. The difference between adults and children is that children have the room to act like a baby, but adults don’t.”

"Does your lord want to be like you?" Ju Qingxian lowered his head and asked, "Like you, live your life beautifully and sadly without competing with the world?"

Madam Yue's slender and soft hands held his cheeks: "Beauty is enough."

Dead people are beautiful.

To live, to linger, is ugly.

In Japanese cultural aesthetics, especially the aristocracy, everything is insignificant in front of beauty.

Ju Qingxian hugged her body, her face was reflected in his eyes.

She was resting in his arms, her eyes were beautiful and clear, her face was rosy, she did not look like a patient at all.It was because the blood medicine had taken effect, and she was not tormented by the illness for the time being, but it was only temporary.If the heart disease is not cured for a day, the shadow of death will not leave her body.

"Can you visit me often in the future?" Mrs. Yue suddenly asked.

"of course."

"You don't feel embarrassed, do you?"

"Yes, I will feel embarrassed only in front of you."

"Haha. Do you really visit me often?"

"Will do."

"Stay with me every day?"

"Yes."

"Even the same every night?"

"It's the same at any time, as long as you don't hate me." Ju Qingxian said firmly.

"Then I'm relieved, okay, don't talk about this anymore..." Mrs. Yue had her usual soft smile on her face, struggling to get up from Ju Qingxian's arms, "We two are just like children in the middle of each other. The speech is the same, very naive. It’s getting dark, you should go back quickly, and don’t worry about the family waiting for a while.”

"Let me stay a little longer."

Ju Qingxian hugged her tightly, not letting her break free.

"...Okay." Madam Yue gave him a doting and helpless look, and lay back in his arms.Her expression became very vivid, and could even be described as "glowing". Fortunately, Ju Qingxian knew that it was the effect of the blood medicine, otherwise she would be scared to death now.

But even so, the sad atmosphere permeated the balcony shrouded in the setting sun at this moment, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

In "Setting Sun", it is also such a sunny evening, and there is no sound in the surroundings. The last noble lady in Japan, the beautiful and sad "mother" who had no dispute with the world, passed away.

How can I save you... Ju Qingxian looked at Miss Yueji's face in a daze.

The shining of the setting sun made her face radiant, and the vitality was very moving.But the original skin color under this layer of halo is actually the skin of a weak woman suffering from anemia. Her weak appearance has something that seems to be intentional, artificial, and easy to get tired.

She looked at the sunset in the distance.

What is she thinking about?

Ju Qing obviously doesn't know.

With a chaste feeling that is almost love, like the shepherd described by Virgil, he enjoys the abundant and rich feelings bestowed on him by a god, or even a goddess.Such a situation would make him no longer emotionally indifferent, and would cause him to be noticed by the curse and accelerate his death, but he didn't care about that much, because Madam said: Beauty is enough.

Her pain just now is still vivid.

Tachibana Qingxian regretted that she would die young, just like people regret that a beautiful work of art is destroyed.He lowered his eyes and stared at the face of his wife. Her face was small and exquisite, and it was an oval face with an indescribable charm.

Those dark almond eyes, pupils implying sadness, were always wet.

The curved and slender eyebrows are as pure as artificially drawn. When the eyelids are lowered, the thick eyelashes will cast a faint shadow on the rosy cheeks when the eyelids are lowered; the slender and straight nose reveals There is a spirit, the nose is slightly bulging, the small straight mouth is well-defined, the soft lips are slightly parted, revealing a mouthful of white teeth like milk; the color of the skin is like the fleece on a peach that has not been touched by human hands.

Tachibana Qingxian held her cheeks in his hands.

Her fluffy hair was scattered around, and her eyes were suspicious and innocent, so he couldn't help but bowed his head down and kissed the tip of her nose, and said to her: "I will definitely cure your illness..."

Regarding this, Madam Yue just smiled weakly.

Her memory and thinking are often in a state of confusion, but she can still remember things about her body clearly.She didn't have any hope for the young man, and it was completely regarded as a senseless declaration of a young knight against the unknown demon king.

"What are you laughing at?"

"there is nothing."

"Tell me, or I'll think you're making fun of me."

Madam Yue couldn't help smiling again, sat up again, and stretched out her small and exquisite hands.Just like what Musset described, her mother seemed to deliberately make her little hands so small so that she could carve them carefully... With these hands supporting the clear shoulders of orange, she stood up slowly, her face showed the original Childish childish demeanor.

"Son, if you still insist on not leaving, I will really make fun of you."

Ju Qingxian also stood up, and gently hugged her: "Let me stay here tonight, okay? You are very unstable now, and you need someone to talk with you."

The courtyard was dyed red by the rays of the sun, Madam Yue looked at this little boy who was shorter than her, and couldn't help but feel so strange... She never dreamed that Madam Yueji, who was from her dignified Songping family, would one day be teased by such a child ...She held back her laughter, and tapped Ju Qingxian on the head: "How can you understand these things at such a young age?"

"Young age doesn't mean you're stupid." Ju Qing said old-fashionedly, "My childhood was like a long illness, the so-called long illness turns into a good doctor, what you listen to me is..."

"I heard Ying Ji calling me."

"That coquettish fox?"

"What fox?"

"Uh, that's... hey, you're really here!"

In the bedroom, Mrs. Sakura came out slowly, stepping on the floor with her bare feet, looking very moving.She glanced at Ju Qingxian charmingly, and chuckled softly, "You should go back today, I have something to discuss with my sister."

"Oh fine."

Tachibana Qingxian didn't really lie and roll on the ground like a child, because he was afraid that Ying Ji, a shameless woman, would tease him in front of Yue Ji.

Farewell to the two wives, he asked Zhisuo Aoi to get the medicine prepared for Yayoi's mother, declined the driver's offer to send it back, and made an appointment with Xiao Wei to report together on the day of school, and then rushed home under the gorgeous sunset .

A brisk mood gave him the feeling that deep down, a soul was being born out of its shell.

That soul has gorgeous wings, and in his heart, it has grown into the appearance of Mrs. Yue, bright, crystal clear, and fresh... Ju Qingxian thinks that he has sprouted love. Isn't the feeling that is hotter when it is only love?
A young man's heart flutters, it takes a certain time, a certain coincidence, and a woman who must be her...Walking on the road, Ju Qingxian broke a branch from the side of the road, and started running along the road .

With the unsuspecting, chivalrous courage of his childhood, whenever he saw a majestic ancient gate, he pointed the branch in his hand there and shouted: "Princess Yueji is waiting for me there." Go to the rescue." Then he was chased all the way by the dogs that rushed out from inside.

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It's the end of the month, ask for a monthly ticket.

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