Floating Like a String

Yu Qingmiao, whose maiden name is Sixian, married into the Zhao family at the age of sixteen, but she didn't know what love was. The moment Zhao Huaixu lifted her hijab, the red candle reflected the young general's energetic brows, and she heard her own heart beating like a drum. At first he taught her how to ride a horse, traced her eyebrows, and said "for the rest of my life" in the sky full of fireworks. But the border war gradually smoothed away his gentleness, and the strife in the court left only calculation in his eyes. She was waiting outside the study with the soup she had made by herself, but what she was waiting for was the cold words "Madam, you don't have to be so arrogant". "Everyone wants to be sincere, but no one is sincere." She finally heard him murmuring to the portrait of his old friend on the night he was drunk, "If I had married you." Seven years of engagement, seven years of heartbreak. He broke her favorite celadon tea cup, and she burned his collection of border maps. The hurt words thrown at each other are sharper than the blade - "Zhao Huaixu, you are not worthy of the sixteen-year-old Yu Qingmiao." "Si Xian, you are no longer the blushing girl back then." It was drizzling that day. He looked at her back and suddenly took two steps to pursue her, but only caught the concentric knot she threw back. "The dearest couple," she said without looking back, "Zhao Huaixu, love till the end, all based on conscience." Later, he guarded the border for thirty years, and there were no more female relatives in the house. The old servant occasionally heard the general calling "Si Xian" when he was drunk. In a courtyard somewhere in the south of the Yangtze River, a white-haired woman was teaching her grandchildren to read poems: "To the highest, to the sun and the moon, to the closest relatives to the distant husband and wife..." The person in front of me is no longer the same person as before. They look at each other with only disappointment. The hardest thing in this world is never to fall in love, but to continue to love—— It's a pity that by the time they realized it, their love had already faded away.