The night was like ink, the sound of laughter, drinking and music in the front yard gradually faded away, and the courtyard was illuminated by stars. Yin Jiao lay on the bed tossing and turning, and the experiences she had with Hua Yuqing that night emerged in her mind.
That night, it rained at midnight and the moon was like a hook.
He said: "Ah Shui, we are finally back."
I asked: "Ah Shui?"
He fluttered his sleeves and turned around: "The roses are as green as water when you fall, and the flowers are nourished by the wind and the dawn. You... Don't remember?"
I shook my head.
He stared at me for a long time, looked away, choked and said: "You... Go to sleep." He left a silhouette like a moonlight behind.
It rained all night.
Hate spring is easy to go. In spring, he went to Yangzhou to live. It's raining lightly, and the cocoon and chestnut head are writing poems. Red Bridge Twenty-Four, always walking in the clouds, speechless. Gradually they took off their palace clothes and looked at each other with a smile.
The thin leaves of the golden pot are surrounded by thousands of flowers singing and dancing. Whoever misses me and has hair on the temples comes here to share the pot. The day after tomorrow in the West Garden, there were many flowers in the shade of the tomb. Lonely Liu Lang, self-study flower tree.
The cup rises and falls, the wine fills my heart with sorrow, Hua Yuqing lies drunk in the wilderness, no longer knowing her way back.
"Brother!" A man in green clothes helped him up, who was very drunk. "Are you crazy! What are you doing?"
The man in green looks somewhat similar to him, but his eyebrows are a little more childish.
"Leave me alone!" He roared like crazy and crushed the wine glass in his hand. Scarlet blood suddenly flowed out from between his fingers. "She doesn't remember me! She doesn't remember me!"