Chapter 52: Shenbun

People say that one day in the sky, one year in the world.
Shen Wenzhao does not know whether every year he has lived in this world will really be like a legendary, just a moment of warmth.
If there is a real estate, she has already drunk the bowl of Mengpo soup on the bridge, and she reborn early.
He sits on a lounge chair in the garden, covered with a thin blanket, and the delicately trimmed lawn exudes the faint scent of the plants, and the colorful flowers bloom quietly in the flower beds not far away.
The warm sunshine sprinkled on his white hair, the dry back of the hand, and the yellowed letterhead in his hand.
Shen Wenzhao is old, and he is too old to see the handsome handwriting on the letter paper.
He frowned for a moment, sighing slightly, carefully folding it into the envelope and putting it back on the glass round table next to his hand. In addition to a cup of clear water on the table, there is only a thick stack of letters, and in the upper right corner of each one, there is a number of dragon and phoenix dances that he personally marked.
One year, plus Wen Ru is the first love letter written for him and twenty-six books of the year, a total of eighty-two letters.
Fifty years have passed.
He slowly leaned back to the back of the chair. It was 50 years since she left, but the scene of the day seems to have happened just like yesterday. It is still so clear.
Shen Wenzhao gently squinted, and there have been many things in these 50 years. For example, Wen’s Group has truly become the first consortium that will cause financial earthquakes.
For example, after seven years of his wife's death, he disregarded the strong opposition of the board of directors and purchased a remote barren hill with great capital, and successfully turned it into a tourist attraction integrating sightseeing, leisure and entertainment. Let the old stubborn people in the company close their mouths.
But when they wanted to get the most beautiful scenery in the mountains, they made the valley a forbidden place.
For example, in the year of Wen Muzhen’s thirty-five years old, the entire Wen’s family was handed over to their children without reservation...
Their son did not inherit her cleverness, nor did he learn one-tenth of his means. His greatest strength is his kindness and filial piety, and his weakness. If there is no such thing as Shen Wenzhao, perhaps at the beginning of the takeover, it will be planted in the hands of Song.
However, as long as he is there, he will never let Song Si shake his child a hair.
Taking a double-eyed Shen Wenzhao's lips and corners, he provoked a mocking smile. The man had been fighting with him for a lifetime. When he was old, he was not going to sigh with his breath, relying on a little bit of abduction from his fingers.
At the beginning, I still wanted to marry him. Hey, don’t look at the virtues of their daughters. What qualifications are there to match his only baby son? ! I really don't know what it is!
Shen Wenzhao closed his eyes and raised a half-day god. Suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the butler standing on one side: "This year's letter, why haven't you arrived yet?"
The butler was helpless, and the lord had asked it several times in the morning.
Anyway, every day today, I will receive a letter from my deceased wife, which is not in the morning, in the afternoon, but now it has just passed the afternoon.
Although I thought so in my heart, he still tried to ask on the bright side: "Would you like me?"
Shen Wenzhao's thick eyebrows are vertical: "What reminder? You think that the post office is your home. If you don't have anything to do, just point to send you a family to support yourself?!"
The housekeeper snorted, one day in a year, bear it, and when the letter is sent, the lord will not be so violent. If it doesn't work, he can only call the young master or the young lady.
When he first came to Wen’s class to pick up Li’s class, Li Ma had already carefully told Shen Wen’s likes and dislikes. The most important point is that the rooms on the third floor are cleaned by a dedicated person, and all the placements are not allowed to be changed.
For so many years, he also understood it. In fact, it is a sentence in general. Everything about the lady must be careful. If you don't understand, don't take your own ideas. Would rather ask the master to decide.
Sure enough, after a while, Shen Wenxi waved his hand impatiently: "Go, call Mu Xi, let him call a few guys back to dinner at night."
The butler should bow, but when he dialed his phone, he added: "This year's letter is late, the master is very unhappy." There is no good relationship with the government, it is the failure of the young master, if I haven't sent it in a few hours. It is estimated that at night, the young master will face the anger of the old man.
Home and everything is in full swing, presumably the lady will not hope in the Spirit of Heaven, his son is still old and being shackled. Hanging up the phone, the butler thought kindly.
......
In the warm office, there is a secret room, except for her, no one can get in.
Inside the chamber is a row of transparent crystal bottles floating in the air. The beautifully carved bottles contain water droplets that emit blue light. Each drop of water has a subtle shape.
Wen Ru rarely stepped in there until one day, a row of sparkling water-patterned fonts appeared in front of her eyes.
‘The task of the 101st mission will be at three o'clock in the afternoon and will be dead. ’
The warm memory is very good. She remembers every world she has ever visited, remembering everyone she has met.
Even if they are standing in front of her at the moment, she will not have a slight touch of emotion, and she remembers as warmly, she once deeply loved them.
Just, ever.
She didn't remember the feeling of being careless about love at first, but the "dream" can only take away her love and hate, but she can't take away all the memories that the world left for her.
She stood quietly in the secret room, with floating stars floating under her feet. The black sky was starry, and the blue light was docilely coiled around her ankles and wrists, pulling her to the water droplets she wanted to approach. go with.
Finally, in front of a crystal clear crystal bottle, the crystal is like a whole piece of natural carving, without a little connection gap.
Wen Ruo stretched out his fingertips and gently touched the blue number of the bottleneck - "101". The water droplets inside swayed with her movements, seemingly responding to her movements with pride.
Wen Ru looked at it intricately. For a long time, he slowly said: "If I use privilege, how long can I stay there?"
The soft female voice sounded in the secret room: "Even if the privilege is used, the soul can't fully enter the mission world, and only the projection projection can achieve the effect of shaping the . The time limit is 30 minutes. Since the pay is not proportional to the income, it is not recommended for the owner to do this. Decide."
Pay is not proportional to the income?
"Dream" is right, even if she returns there, what can be done. She has no way to break the bottle and get back her feelings. Moreover, this is not what she wanted at the beginning.
All love will be impermanent, and it will be difficult to live for a long time. It is fearful to be born in the world. It is endangered by the morning dew. It is caused by love, and it is caused by love. If it is separated from the loved one, there is no worry or fear.
If you are away from the lover, there is no worry and no fear...
There will be no more painstaking heartache, no longer hope to wear the autumn water, no longer lose a tear because of the loss of love, this is the calm that she can exhaust her all the "dreams" that can be brought to her.
So at this moment, she can stand here quietly, without heart.
However, the man who was left is not more sad? I am worried about a woman who has not loved him for a lifetime, and only hopes to see her again after death.
What is the difference with her that year?
Wen Ruwei smiled slightly: "Thirty minutes, connect the mission world." That is what she owes him.
Since this privilege stems from Shen Wenzhao, then the reward is on him, and it should be.
......
Shen Wenzhao's physical strength is not as good as one day. Perhaps he knows that he will come to the limit. A month ago, he ordered people to move his things to the mountains.
The warm tomb is in the peach forest. He thought that if he wanted to die, he hoped he could die by her side.
On the edge of the tomb is a peach tree that he planted by hand. After several decades, the seedling has grown so that it will be covered and leafy, even when other big trees begin to fall.
The summer peach trees blossom like clouds, resembling a large cloud of sky falling from the sky, dotted with the clear sky above her grave. Tens of thousands of peach trees planted in the valley these years have been growing in the mountains, forming a pink and snowy flower tide.
The intoxicating scent of the scent is around the tip of the nose, and Shen Wenxi sits peacefully on the recliner on the side of the tombstone.
It was still the hillside, or the time when the peach blossoms were in full bloom. Shen Wenqi proudly thought that even if he died, God knew that he owed him, and specially chose him the best place, the best time.
It would be better if you could sit on the lawn as before and get closer to her. There is also a wooden house in the distance. Muxi insisted on building a house there. Even if it was built with logs, he also suspected that it destroyed the scenery here.
If you see Wen Ruyi, he will definitely tell her about her, the good son who gave birth to her life, how many disasters he has caused in these years.
There are many, many things, and I want to tell her that when people are old, they always love to think back to the year.
And in his current year, no one else, only one is as warm as it is.
In the long years, only her face has been settled as always. His heart, originally only so small, can only accommodate her alone.
He is not afraid of death, if the end of life can bring her back to her side.
Shen Wenzhao has some faint expectations, but he has some worries. He doesn't know if he is warm and will not wait for her where she left. His gaze began to be a little fascinating. In the cool wind, the peach blossoms of the trees swayed slightly, and the petals fell slowly from the branches.
He seemed to be able to see a sly figure slowly approaching himself.
Her posture is calm, gentle and firm, just like the woman in his memory.
Shen Wen blinked and tried to hide the water mist in her eyes. Her face gradually became clear. He opened his mouth and choked.
Finally, just smiled with tears and said: "You are here."
You are here, this is fine. When he thought he had a lot to say, but when he really saw her, only this sentence was more in line with the mood at the moment.
He just missed her too much, he was just, one person lived too lonely.
It is too difficult to have her days, even if she has a letter of consolation every year, it is not as good as a light hug.
Shen Wenyu stretched out his hand and shivered slightly between his lips. "...if so."
A bleak, tender white hand was placed in his wrinkled palm, and he leaned over and slid softly into his thin, sloppy thigh, lifting his arms around his thin waist: "Sorry, I am coming. late."
Shen Wenxuan shook his head gently, slowly raised the other hand, hesitatingly licking the long hair that was lying on his lap. Is this just an illusion? She is still as young as she was, and he is already old.
But the temperature of the fingertips reminded him that the woman in front of me was really the wife she thought of day and night.
Shen Wenzhao tried to bend his mouth, but the turbid shackles were in tears. He used his strength to firmly grasp her hand, and he couldn’t make a cry: "Don't... don't go any more."
"Don't go," Wen Rue wiped the tears on his face with sadness. "I will stay with you here, never leave." Until you die.
She straightened up and hugged his head, and Shen Wenxi, who had lived for most of her life, was in her arms and cried like a child who had suffered aggrieved.
The voice in the arms is fading. This kind of emotional excitement is not suitable for the elderly who are going to be in the wood. Wen is trying to lift his face, but he is leaning away from him. He only listens to him gently: "Don't look I am too ugly now."
The warmth of the eyes gradually filled with grief, strong as him, even so suffering and suffering, she touched Shen Wenyan's silver hair over and over again, softly glaring at him: "Not ugly, in my mind, you will always be the most handsome ""
He is old and too old to be worthy of her, but he knows that his wife won't mind. He just wanted to hear more about her, and that's all.
I was able to see her at the last moment in my life, and the last regret disappeared.
He is very satisfied.
Shen Wenzhao was powerless to hold her back, her eyes blurred little by little, and her voice was weak: "I miss you very much."
If you don't say it again, there will be no time, and the move of the genius has exhausted his last strength.
"I know, I miss you too." Wen Ruo tightened his arms and his eyes were red.
His lips slightly took a slight curvature: "I have heard your words... Mu is very embarrassed, and his two children are very obedient."
He is too tired, her arms are warm, as soft as in memory.
Shen Wenzhao slowly squinted, and the words in his mouth gradually weakened to silence: "The Song family did not move... they are old dead..."
A drop of tears fell from the warm eyelids, as he dripped silently on her face. The warmth of the heart is faint, and the blue light suddenly overflows from her body.
"Shen Wenyi, I seem to fall in love with you again." She held his heavy body and smiled softly, tears dripping big and big.
Even if she was sucked out of a relationship, when she met him again, it still inevitably awakened the seed.
She turned her head and kissed his forehead gently. The blue light is getting more and more prosperous, and the two people are wrapped in it, but all of this, Shen Wenxi can't see it.
The big hand that pulled her arm fell down, the mountain wind was cool, and Shen Wenyan’s silver hair was floating on her face, and she was reluctant to give up.
He loves her, always loves her, and never has anyone else.
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