Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 986: The ninety-ninth bowl of soup Yaomiao (fourteen)

He couldn't leave her, not even a single step.

Because her condition is getting worse.

There is no cure for the root cause of the disease brought from the womb at birth. For so many years, the family has tried their best and sought out famous doctors, but no one can save a person who is destined to leave. The breath she still has now is hung with good medicinal herbs. This medicine can make her live for a while, but it can no longer make her live a hundred years.

Colorful clouds are easy to disperse, and colored glass is fragile. Most of the beautiful things have to be kept, so that people can never forget them.

Lu Yangzhi has stopped taking office. The emperor valued him. Seeing him like this, he sent someone to summon him once, but Lu Yangzhi didn't go. He didn't dare to leave Qinghuan, he was afraid that as soon as he turned around, she would not wake up again.

Actually, she has been in a coma far longer than she is awake. Sometimes, when she opens her eyes, she can't tell who is in front of her. It's probably the poison that caused her eyes to go wrong. But being in a coma doesn't mean how comfortable she is. She sometimes vomits, twitches, and her heart rhythm becomes abnormal rapidly. The doctor stayed in the Lu Mansion, and the imperial doctor brought by the old prince kept her eyes on her.

So many people wanted her to live.

The old lady and the old lady did not dare to cry in front of her, and there was no one behind her back. They always secretly wiped their tears. Men are proud of themselves, but even if these hands can hold up a great river and mountains, they cannot save a fragile little girl 's life. They even put up a notice offering a reward, and if there is someone who can heal, they are willing to disperse their family wealth and form a grass ring in return.

But no one could save her. There were quite a few famous doctors who came, and everyone sighed and shook their heads after giving her a pulse, saying that they were not good at learning, and they just missed out on the four characters of medicine stone ineffectiveness, so that the family could prepare for the funeral in advance.

It's like a bud on a branch in spring. The wind is strong in the evening, the showers beat, and it will wither in an instant and fall into mud.

This kind of day lasted for more than half a month. On this day, after being fed medicine in a coma, Qinghuan's spirit improved a little, and she even recognized people. Lu Yangzhi stood outside the crowd until she called him to wave to him.

He passed by, and her thin and outrageous hands were slightly weakly raised, wrapped around his neck, and whispered: "Brother, I... I want to set the lantern again, this time... I'm thinking about what I want to write about."

Because of a sore throat, she spoke so slowly and so lightly that it was almost inaudible.

"Okay." Lu Yangzhi agreed without hesitation. "It's not dark yet, and when it gets dark, I'll take my daughter to set off the lanterns."

She laughed, and the eyes on her already thin face were astonishingly large. Lu Yangzhi looked at it, and his heart was sour, as if a knife was twisted. In fact, he knew it for a long time. She didn't grow at all, but she was getting thinner and thinner. He tried to find delicious food for her, but she couldn't eat a few mouthfuls, and he also twisted it. He tried his best to take her to play, but she was always sick, and then he knew that if she stopped growing up, she might never grow up again.

"The Lantern Festival is over... Where are the lanterns..." Qing Huan lay on Lu Yangzhi's shoulder and patted his back lightly. It was her who was tormented by the pain, but she was the one who comforted others. She raised her head and looked around at the elders who loved her and loved her. They all looked at her with gentle eyes, but with tears.

So she laughed and rubbed Lu Yangzhi's cheek. He gently let her go, with a firm expression: "There will be, as soon as it gets dark."

After he finished speaking, he got up and left before her gaze.

Lu Zhihan immediately came up to support her, and Qinghuan gasped in her father's arms: "Nan is really happy to be my father's daughter."

Lu Zhihan hugged her and didn't dare to let her see his tearful face, his facial expression was distorted and his hands were shaking, but his voice was as calm as usual: "Daddy is also happy, there is a baby like Anan. Little nan, go to sleep quickly, and when you wake up, there will be lanterns to look at."

She snuggled up against her father's shoulder, barely breathing, and slowly fell asleep again.

I don't know when she realized this, probably because she remembered the lanterns. After dark, she woke up again. This time, she was in good spirits, and her face was quite radiant. The old lady and the old lady were guarding by the side. When they saw her awake, they asked her if she was hungry, and if she wanted to eat. Qing Huan thought about it carefully and said that she wanted to eat orange candy.

Containing a piece of orange candy, Lu Yangzhi came to take her to see the lanterns. He changed into black clothes and looked even more handsome. Qing Huan was carried by him, Lu Zhihan put a thick cloak on her, and then he took her out. Before going out, Qinghuan turned her head and the elders stood at the door looking at her. She smiled sweetly and said to the old man, "Grandfather, wait for me to come back and help you play chess with your grandfather. This time I will help you win."

"Okay, okay, grandfather is waiting for you to come back!" The old man smiled and waved to her.

"After I come back, I want to eat Fushou cake made by my grandmother and mung bean cake made by my grandmother."

"Let's do it now, we'll be able to eat when our baby girl comes back!"

It's still a little cold, spring is coming, everything is reviving, but her life is coming to an end soon.

Lu Yangzhi was carrying her on his back, and there were actually lanterns everywhere on the street, it was as if the Lantern Festival had come again. But Qing Huan could see clearly that the uncles and cousins ​​of the government's mansion were in the crowd, but they seemed to think that they were pretending well, so she also pretended not to notice.

The vendor who sold their lanterns turned out to be the same hawker from last year's Lantern Festival. When Qing Huan picked up the pen, she had no strength now, and the writing was crooked, so she was a little dissatisfied. But the moon tonight is very round, exactly like the Lantern Festival. She wrote a few words at first, then laughed and recited a little poem: "This life will not grow well this night, where will the bright moon look next year?"

Lu Yangzhi stiffened: "NanNan."

"Just kidding." She laughed, lying on his back obediently, but her eyes gradually became more flowers. "You say, is it better to live longer or shorter?"

"Naturally it's better for a while."

"But what if you live longer, if you're not happy?" she continued. "Would it be better if it was shorter?"

Lu Yangzhi refused to answer the question.

"If you want to hold everything in your hands, it will definitely have bad consequences." Qing Huan took a deep breath, "...When the time comes, let her go."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I knew from a very young age that I would die in front of my father and them one day. So from then on, I wanted them to accept this fact, and when that day comes, don't be too sad." She Reached out a small hand to touch his ear. "Brother is also, this is bound to happen, but I've had enough when I'm alive, and I just hope you don't force it."

Lu Yangzhi walked step by step without speaking.

Qing Huan can certainly let herself live a hundred years in this world, but she is destined to die early. Even if he doesn't die today, there will be a day in the future when Lu Yangzhi can't be caught and invisible. That's why she let everything take its course. If she abandoned her identity and grew up like this in the mortal world, she would grow into such a gentle and well-behaved girl, but at the same time, death was an ending she had to accept. Even if Ni Ya didn't attack her, she couldn't stay with Lu Yangzhi for long.

When will he want to let go.

"In the future, my brother will be filial to my father, grandfather and grandmother, as well as my grandfather and grandmother. When I leave, my brother has to do what I have to do together." She counted her fingers and followed The students are the same as the teachers who assign their homework. "Have a good life, eat and sleep well, be an official, take care of the elders, and love the younger generation... um... I'm not asking too much, right?"

Lu Yangzhi hummed.

She laughed again. When the two reached the river, Lu Yangzhi held her on his lap and watched her let go. The small lantern quickly went down the river and disappeared.

Then when he got up he heard her say, "Brother, I'm going to bed."

"...Okay." He put her on his back again, as if stepping on the tip of a knife with every step. He heard her breathing, the noisy street suddenly became quiet, he heard her breathing from shallow to shallow, and then, nothing could be heard. The little hands that were around his neck slowly loosened. As he walked on the street, everyone around was laughing and laughing, and it was lively and happy, but he was alone, empty and lonely, cold and hopeless.

In this way, I walked back to the Lu Mansion step by step, forgetting everything and not doing anything. I watched her being picked up, changed into a shroud, and put into a small delicate coffin. The thing in his chest doesn't seem to move anymore, just staring at it stupidly, crying around him, he seems to be in a dream, empty, and painful, it's like his soul is being torn apart. into pieces.

When a person dies like a lamp goes out, no matter how he was alive, he will no longer be obsessed after death.

Everyone put on white clothes, but Lu Yangzhi stood in the mourning hall. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he ran and left the Lu family.

He ran and ran along the river, and it seemed that he ran across the mountains and rivers, across the wilderness and plains, across the sun, moon and stars, and over the nine-fold and three-thousand. The river was galloping forward, so he chased it forward, and kept chasing, even if he broke his leg, he would not stop.

In the end, he saw the lantern that was put into the river and went down the river by a small bridge that was rarely visited. Lu Yangzhi jumped down, he forgot that he couldn't swim and just wanted to grab the lamp. He fell into the icy river water in this cold spring night, and took out the note with trembling hands.

The characters on the paper are crooked and not really good looking. Although the handwriting is dizzy with some water, it is still legible.

The above said: I want to go with wine at four o'clock, Mojiao does not bloom for a day.

The author has something to say: Su Shi's "Yangguan Song. Mid-Autumn Festival"

Ouyang Xiu's "Xie Judge's Gardening Flowers in the Valley"