Lu Yi's long hair covered his face and was silent.
yuanjinxiaYou are now... why do you need it.
Yuan Jinxia sighed.
yuanjinxiaNo matter what you do, Qingqing will never come back.
yuanjinxiaIf Qingqing has a spirit, knowing your current situation, how sad it is.
Speaking of the old man, Yuan felt sad this summer.
It turns out that they have not forgotten, and everyone can't forget.
The woman who died vigorously and left no trace in the world.
yuanjinxiaEven for Qingqing.
yuanjinxiaYou live well, this is Qingqing's only wish.
Yuan Jinxia wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and choked.
luyiThe nights in the imperial prison were cold and dark.
luyiQingqing is so afraid of the dark and cold, how did she come over in those days?
Lu Yi looked at the rotting and dirty wall and asked softly.
I don't know who I'm asking.
He wasn't by her side when she needed him most.
Yuan Jinxia could not answer.
She no longer persuaded Lu Yi, because she knew that Lu Yi was only a walking dead.
Maybe from the day she left, Lu Yi could no longer experience all the joys and sorrows for the rest of her life.
yuanjinxiaTake care, my lord.
In the end, she just said this and left with tears.
Maybe this side is the last side.
...
Forty-five years of Jiajing.
The culprit Lu Yi died of illness in the imperial prison.
In the forty-seventh year of Jiajing, the granddaughter of Xia Ran, an old minister, appealed for Lu Yi. The emperor pardoned him, and he was named Lu Ji, and he was innocent in the world.
Since then, the country has been peaceful and the world has been peaceful.
...
Many years later, Yuan Jinxia has become a gray-haired grandmother.
One day, my granddaughter, who had just turned seven, took out a painting from nowhere and ran over to ask her.
nannanGrandma, grandma. Who is the woman in this picture?
Nannan pointed at the yellowed picture scroll, blinked her big eyes, and asked curiously.
The woman in the painting was dressed in Tsing Yi, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and her red lips were smiling, like a mysterious girl in the nine heavens.
The painter must be familiar with her to the bone, and he will draw her so agile, with vivid eyebrows and eyes, as if he can come out of the painting.
Yuan Jinxia carefully stroked the person on the painting with his hand full of blue veins.
yuanjinxiaThis is... grandma's, a good friend.
yuanjinxiaVery, very good friends.
nannanShe is so pretty! Like a fairy!
nannanThis painter can draw so beautifully, and it is also very powerful!
Yuan Jinxia kindly stroked Nannan's head.
yuanjinxiaThat's because he loves the woman in the painting very much.
yuanjinxiaSo one stroke at a time is all affection.
yuanjinxiaWhen Nannan grows up, she will meet a husband who loves you like this.
Nannan was very happy to hear it.
nannanNannan will also be drawn in the future!
The interest of children comes quickly and inexplicably.
nannanGrandma, what does the word on it mean?
nannanNannan can't understand!
Yuan Jinxia looked at the place where the little finger was, squinted his eyes and took a closer look.
yuanjinxiaIt says... my wife Qingqing.
She read the four words slowly.
nannanMe, my wife Qingqing?
The child could not understand such complicated words, so he just repeated Yuan Jinxia's words.
nannanGrandma what does this mean?
Yuan Jinxia laughed.
yuanjinxiaYou'll know what it means when you grow up.
nannanGrandma, tell me now! I want to know now.
Nannan tugged at her clothes.
yuanjinxiaIt's a long story...
Yuan Jinxia sat by the window, recalling decades ago.
yuanjinxiaThat day, grandma was arresting the suspect. The suspect, grandma was old and couldn't remember her name.
yuanjinxiaThat's when Qingqing appeared in front of me...
The old and slow voice echoed in the world in the cold winter, with longing from afar...
