Golden branches and jade leaves

Chapter 142 This Flower Is Alone Outside the Chapter ([-])

This flower is lonely ([-])

I looked back full of horror, and saw my father's tall figure. After 23 years of anticipation, I finally appeared outside my mother's room for the first time.
Under the bright white light, I couldn't see his expression clearly, only his figure was weaker than ever before, and the lightning behind him seemed to outline his profound face in a strangely lonely way.

I don't know when exactly, I staggered out of the room.

Through the hazy rain line, my already blurred vision vaguely saw that my mother turned her head away with her last strength, and her thin sleeves were like a winter butterfly, covering her face.

She never looked at her father at all.

I have always been strong and tall. It seems that there is nothing in this world that can crush my father. I was at a loss in front of my mother's bed. He seemed to be fighting against something and trembling violently.Finally, unable to bear the crushing weight any longer, he knelt down beside her bed, leaning his head gently on her shoulder...

I turn around.

It was already raining heavily outside, and the continuous raindrops were like pouring arrows, intertwined into a huge curtain of water.Layers of water mist rose from the ground, and the sky became misty.In this emptiness all over the sky, I can no longer distinguish my position, find my own direction, as if the only thing left in the world is the sound of rain, the sound of wind, and the sound of thunder...

After a long time, I tried to think about what kind of mood my father was in that night.

For him, there is probably nothing more important in this world than the world and the hegemony.But what about mother?And me?And what about my sister?
When he gave up everything around him for that lofty goal, in the dead of night, would he hesitate a little?But will there be some slight regrets?
I cannot understand nor dare to imagine.

For a long time after my mother died, I didn't know what expression I should use to face my father.

But after that night's gaffe, his father has quickly and completely recovered his daily busyness and calmness, even busier and calmer than before.

I don't know what he is busy with, I can only let myself sink down, wandering in this familiar but unfamiliar yard, thinking carefully and recalling all the things my mother used to be, and getting intoxicated day by day.The railings and carved beams that have been touched countless times, and the pools and bushes that have been played countless times have begun to become blurred and distant but familiar and smooth.

As autumn goes from east to east, I can't feel the cycle of seasons around me, nor can I feel the passage of time.In a trance, it seems to have completely separated from this world.

It wasn't until a few months later that my father told me that he had already made arrangements to return to his hometown to worship the ancestors, and I was gradually freed from this loss.

Then, I took my mother's ashes and returned to my hometown of Yongzhou according to my father's arrangement.

Under the towering city walls at the border of Yongzhou, I heard about everything my father had painstakingly planned for more than 20 years.

Such an earth-shattering conspiracy shocked me and made me terrified and inexplicable.

Then, her figure emerged in my heart, and their figure emerged.

How many things did my father leave behind in the capital, in the hands of the Liao people? My aunt, sister, and her...

There are not many precious things in my life, but I have to bear the blows of such losses one after another.

I sent people to sneak into the capital secretly to find her whereabouts and to inquire about the situation of my aunt and younger sister.Every piece of news disappointed me. For important hostages, the guards of the Liao people were surprisingly strict, and for her, they couldn't find even a trace of information about her existence. She seemed to have disappeared from this world out of thin air.

Such news can't help but make me feel ominous, as if she is in a place I don't know, and has secrets I don't understand.

The vicissitudes of life, gathering and separation, the world is always wonderful and unspeakable.

Under a chance that I couldn't explain clearly, I unexpectedly met her again.

At a time when the world has become more cloudy and unpredictable, reuniting with her brought me pure joy.

Even knowing the secret behind her and knowing that she is not a simple concubine, it did not dilute the joy at all.Perhaps, in my heart, I have already understood that she is not a simple and weak woman, not a caged bird trapped and locked in the palace walls.It is not a flower in a pot kept in a deep palace.There is a vast world in her eyes, what she needs is the blue sky and the earth enough for her to fly.

I went back to Yongzhou with her.

But following the joy of regaining what was lost, came the sad news of the aunt, younger sister, and all the family members of the Ni family remaining in the capital.Let me fall from the peak of joy into the abyss in an instant.

I think of the little girl in pink and jade in my childhood, the chubby little girl who stubbornly climbed that window repeatedly.

I can't imagine what kind of blow it was, only to numb myself with crazy work.

I can't imagine what kind of mood my father will face all this.All I know is that my father quickly marched northward and fought Yeluxin outside the city, and my always cautious father was seriously injured because of his impetuous attack.

In fact, the younger sisters also occupy an important position in the father's heart, in the depths of the father's heart full of iron and blood.

I suddenly remembered that a long time ago, he listened to me talking about my mother's daily life in the study.Once, I told him that when my mother likes to stare at the bright red maple leaves in autumn recently, he was absent-minded for a moment, and then he sighed softly and said: "If you are willing to be willing, you will be willing to give up." have to……"

Sometimes, when he is in a better mood, he will say with great ambition: "A man in troubled times, you should lift the three-foot green peak and make an indelible achievement. Ting Xuan, in the future, your achievements must be stronger than mine..."

……

Perhaps the power of the individual is invisible in the torrent of historical changes, and the changes in the world situation will not stop for a moment because of personal sadness or joy.Before the pain in my heart healed, I had no choice but to focus on the overall situation in the future, and began to lead the troops of the Ni family to march northward according to my father's instructions.

Then I accompanied her all the way north.

Walk through thousands of mountains and rivers, walk through the vast grassland, talk about tomorrow's war together when the sun is setting, and talk about the past when the winter snow first arrives, under the dim light, beside the simple earthen wall , her figure burned fiercely in my heart, leaving a shocking beauty.On the battlefield of gold and iron horses, in the march day and night, she is like a flower that blooms leisurely, illuminating the entire bloody battlefield.

When she laughed, my heart warmed up, and when she was sad, pain filled my chest.

That night, we faced the map hanging high together and faced the unpredictable future.The words in my heart couldn't help blurting out.I was terrified and alert, but the words that have been spoken cannot be taken back.With regret in my heart, but also with a faint expectation, the complex emotions are intertwined into a kind of fear that I have never had before.

But she just stared blankly at the little orange candles, and didn't look away for a long time. At that moment, I had an illusion that she was like a moth, about to pounce on the warm but deadly hot flame. Among them.

She finally hid in the tent with an evasive gesture, leaving behind me bitter and lost.

During that period of time, sweetness and sourness were intertwined, confusion and firmness floated in the cycle, there was a touch of warmth amidst the fierceness, and the busy running around was no longer tiring.

Such days ended at the moment when there was a drastic change in the capital.Although I can't understand, when did Qinghan become such a thoughtful and waiting person.Maybe in places I can't see, we are all slowly changing.In short, his success has once again reversed the situation of the entire world.

So, she and I returned to the capital, to the place where all the entanglements happened.

Tomorrow is the last chapter of "This Flower Alone", and it will also end all kinds of grievances and grievances between Su Mi and the others, because after the end, there is no way to update a few more chapters to repay everyone's support.

However, we still have to persevere in calling for monthly tickets.

the last day
God bless you, don’t fall again tonight, (~￣▽￣)~
I've been in fear for a month,

Poor my fragile nerves can no longer bear such a huge blow,
Fortunately, I don't have to be frightened like this anymore.

Just hold on to the last day,
Although this hope seems very slim... hide aside and draw circles~~~~~

Anyway, give me some motivation, put your hands together, please everyone.

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