box of hearts

Chapter 283 Sha Tail: Reunion Forever (3)
So many years, so many things, Suhebalu's extraordinary care for their mother and child, the way he looked at her sometimes... Of course Qingtian understood, although she didn't understand, what attracted him to her.She only wears three or five pieces of plain clothes throughout the year, never wears gold or silver, never paints her eyebrows and eyes, she is no longer like singing and dancing, gaining the limelight when she was young, she is as silent as a ewe , looking after his little lamb with tender and tearful eyes.The sharp shears of time have cut off the brilliance and abundance she once had like wool layer by layer. Compared with the group of beautiful girls in the Tartar harem, she is just a bunch of inconspicuous pampas grass, a widow with little to show.But Suhebalu is always willing to linger in her tent, holding Xiao Qi's family in his arms, reminiscing about Qi She's youthful days for her, and when she hears her laugh, he stares at her smiling face in rapt attention, and then Quickly dodged his eyes.Only one time, when chatting after drinking, Suhebaru mentioned that Zhiyuan’s eldest son had recently died in battle, and his youngest brother married his widowed wife, “We Mongolians have always married their wives and sisters-in-law when their brothers died. , so there are no widows and widows in the country, and the race is prosperous." After hearing this, Qingtian was silent for a while, and replied: "It is not surprising that the customs of different ethnic groups in different places are different, but we Han people have always regarded the marriage of Baosao's adoption as a scourge. , the law expressly prohibits: 'Uncles who take care of their sisters-in-law, and brothers-in-law who take care of their uncles, each shall be strangled.'" After that, Sukhbaru never mentioned similar words.Until this year, he personally sent her and the Qi family back to the Central Plains, and opened his arms to her for the first time, "Have a good trip. I remember you and the little ghost promised me that you will definitely come back to see me." Qingtian hesitated, Accepted the hug with a smile.At the same time, they felt the presence of another person. In each other's arms, they really touched Qi She's passionate body and saw his smiling black eyes.They looked at the tent door together with these eyes, and outside the door, the Qi family in a Han suit walked in.Zhou Dun was stunned first, then turned his head and wiped away his tears, "This, this is clearly my prince!"

Qing Tian just smiled at the side, this thing called blood relationship is extremely ordinary yet extremely beautiful and mysterious.She watched her lover, who had sunk into death, rise to life in another life that fell out of her body, at first like a little mouse;Not only does he live in her dreams, in her memories, in her hallucinations, in her every breath, in every heartbeat, he lives in this child—he is with her, in this child without stopping. Having sex, blood is thicker than water, and flesh and blood are connected.

God gave you to me, and death cannot take you away.

Seventeen years later, in the same Beijing city, Qingtian still watched their children with the same happiness and deep love.This child named after his family is not a fatherless orphan, his father gave him everything.My father's former brother-in-law fulfilled every responsibilities of a father on his behalf. When Xiao Qi's family was bullied by his princes, he would take the lead and stand up, "You think your father is a hero. Let me tell you, just like his father In comparison, your father is only worthy to give his father a horse." It is this man who bestows all the knives and guns, horses and bows, wine and war, friendship and blood that belong to men, all with selfless heart and love. He gave birth to a posthumous son, making him the same "Sahada" as his father.The father's servants showed unabated devotion and love to the child.When Qi’s family was bedridden with fever, Zhou Dun and Yingzhi could watch, take care of, and pray without eating or sleeping for several days and nights. After the baby got up from the bed alive and kicking, they continued to laugh and pray with tears.And after his incompetent mother got up from her bed, one day, they gave her an envelope—it was stuffed into her arms by Qi She when she was parting, and the subsequent grief and depression made Qingtian forget everything light.The silver bills contained in this envelope are enough to buy the fields, ponds, forests, and rivers in Lianqianmo's cross-state capital... But this servant, this is enough to make them the biggest slave owners in the world. It was kept untouched for several years, still being their slave, and returned to her on the first day the master recovered.Holding the thick envelope, Qingtian didn't know what to say.In this way, the Qi family owned a huge inheritance, not counting the dozens of boxes of antiques, treasures, calligraphy and paintings selected from the top collections in the hands of his widowed mother, all of which were left by his father. for him.But these, these city-wide money and treasures, are all unimportant.

What matters is the body and soul he inherited from his father, the incorruptible heart in a gold box in his chest, the heart of a real good man.Even if one day the child is deprived of everything by fate, this heart will teach him how to straighten his spine proudly from humbleness, how to open his empty hands to embrace a future, how to reveal his darkest secrets in broad daylight , How to fight hard, grit your teeth, and fight with yourself bloody, how to make the one you love the most special one among all living beings, how to have the courage to stand on the other side of the world, how to pursue the gorgeous illusion just to have the truth With the qualification of "I don't care", how to pray to the gods without making any vulgar requests, but only really listen to the answers above.

She already has too many children, Qingtian has nothing to say except gratitude.His only lack, maybe——

story.

The child could never have enough of stories about father and mother.Even the city of Beijing seemed to him more like an ancient relic than a new city.As we talked, we began to tirelessly and enthusiastically, "By the way, mother, I passed Huaihua Hutong when I came back. It turns out that your 'Huai Ya Tang' is now an abandoned house, with heavy doors and deep doors. Lock, I got off the horse and took a look, there was a smell of gray through the door, and there was no fragrance left. It's a pity, I always want to see the place where you and Dad met for the first time."

Qingtian laughed, and raised his hand again, intending to remove the big red peony on his head that didn't match his age, "That's not the place where your father and I met for the first time."

The Qi family immediately grabbed their mother's hand lightly, squeezed it into their palms, and knelt down with a smile, "Speaking of which, mother, you have never told me how you met your father."

Yingzhi was decanting tea, and opened her clear eyes, "No, even I never knew about it."

Zhou Dun smiled irresistibly in a corner, and looked over with his hands in his hands.

Qingtian broke free from his hands, but he didn't touch the flower anymore, letting it hang on his frost-colored temples for a while.She caressed the Qi family's face, took the tea he handed over, took a sip to moisten her throat, and smiled charmingly, "That day..."

That day, she was a prostitute who was well-known in the capital, and Mu Yun was behind her, holding her pipa. The strings of the pipa broke for no reason that day, and it was too late to change a set.They were joking happily in front of the private room, knowing nothing about their future fate.Immediately, the door opened.

Behind the door, there are a few servants, including Zhu Yiqing, the minister of the Ministry of Rites, her old opponent Xizhu who she dislikes the most, Qiao Yunze, the heartless person she trusts with all her heart, and two young actors.Sitting between them was a 27-year-old man at the head.When Qingtian's eyes met his, they recognized each other at the same time. In Qingtian's memory, these two people have met each other hundreds of millions of times, they are so familiar that they cannot be more familiar, and they love each other so much that they cannot be more in love.Therefore, Qingtian didn't half-look at Qiao Yun at the table, and Qi She didn't just nod her eyelids arrogantly. They looked at each other deeply. It all dissipated like light smoke, and only she and him were left looking and looking at each other lingeringly.From this pair of gazes, there is happiness that covers the sky and the sea, and it is grand and open on their young and clean faces.

After that, history will be restored, and sets and props will fall into place again.Qingtian would glance at Qiao Yunze absent-mindedly, and Qi She would pretend to ignore her.She'd recite a joke he'd already read in dialogue, and he'd stand up, revealing the handicap that made her pretend like a thunderbolt.But their hearts were only filled with certainty, neither sadness nor fear.Because they firmly know that at the end of the story, they will be together.

In a story about hearts, they always will, always be together.

(End of the whole volume)

Notes:

[1] Ezra Pound In a station of the metro: "The apparition of these faces in the crowd/Petals on a wet, black bough". (Ezra Pound "In a station of the subway": "These faces in the crowd The flickering/Damp petals on black branches.”)
[2] (Tang) Li Bai's "Qing Ping Diao": "Famous flowers are all over the country, and the two are happy, and the king often looks at it with a smile. Explaining the infinite hatred of the spring breeze, the Chenxiang Pavilion leans against the railing in the north."

(End of this chapter)