Leng Yi walked slowly along the path. His back garden was very large. If he didn't have a target, he would not be able to find where Xiao Zhou was for a while. So, he slowly walked forward along the path.

When I walked to a pavilion in the back, I saw Xiao Zhou, sitting alone on the edge of the pavilion, staring blankly at the pond.

Under the moonlight, that beautiful back looked so lonely and cold, sitting motionless on the jade railing, leaning against a pillar of the pavilion, like a statue.

Leng Yi walked over slowly until he was behind her, but she didn't seem to feel anything.

Leng Yi looked at Xiao Zhou, and the cold moonlight shone on her face, which was full of sadness and loneliness. He couldn't help but feel pity for her, and he was afraid of scaring her, so he took a few steps back, and then coughed lightly.

Xiao Zhou later woke up as if from a dream. He turned around hurriedly and couldn't see clearly the figure in the pavilion. He hurriedly asked: "Who is it?"

"It's me." Leng Yi said softly, "What's wrong? I'm sitting here alone."

"Brother Yi, I..., I'm fine...just take a walk." Xiao Zhouhou stood up, "Why are you here?"

Leng Yi walked over and sat down on the railing next to her: "Seeing that you didn't go to the opera, I went to have a look and said that you came to the back garden alone. I happened to feel bored listening to the opera, so I thought

I wanted to take a walk in the back garden, so I came here. Why are you sitting there alone in a daze?"

"Nothing..." Xiao Hou also sat down, turned around and looked at the pond, and was silent again.

Leng Yi raised the jug in his hand: "How can we live in such a beautiful place without wine? How about a little drink?"

Xiao Zhouhou turned to look at him. Suddenly he reached out, took the wine bottle, and brought it to his mouth. He raised his neck and drank it down in one breath. Leng Yi was so panicked that he quickly held her hand down: "Oh!

Even though your name is Nvying and you are a female hero, you can’t drink like this!”

Xiao Zhouhou drank too fast, choked a little, covered her mouth and coughed uncontrollably.

Leng Yi hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to gently pat her back.

Xiao Zhouhou stopped, gasped, and looked sideways at Leng Yi. He reached for the jug in his hand again. Leng Yi hurriedly hid the jug behind his back and said with a smile: "Just this jug of wine, anyway.

Leave some for me."

"I want to drink. Give it to me!"

Leng Yi looked at her and sighed. "You can only take a sip. Don't do it too fast!"

"Yeah!" Xiao Zhouhou nodded.

Leng Yi handed her the wine.

Xiao Zhouhou took it, raised his neck, and poured it down again. Leng Yi had no choice but to take the wine bottle off again. He shook it and found that more than half of it was gone. He couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Xiao Zhouhou drank more than half of the bottle of wine and soon became drunk. His body was shaking a little. He lowered his head and stared at the distant moon swaying in the water without saying a word.

Leng Yi knew that it must be the Mid-Autumn Festival after Xiao Zhou, and he missed his husband Li Yu who was far away in southern Xinjiang. He looked up at the bright moon in the sky and chanted leisurely: "'The east wind blew in the small building last night, and my hometown cannot bear to look back in the bright moon.' But he didn't know.

Where is Brother Chongguang (Li Yu) tonight? Are you feeling for the moon too?"

Xiao Zhouhou's delicate body trembled, she slowly raised her head, and looked at the bright moon: "Brother Yi, he likes this poem you wrote very much. He said that this poem expresses what he wants to say most. For this reason,

I was so filled with emotion that I lost my composure..." Xiao Zhouhou's words were a little choked. She sniffed, turned to look at Leng Yi, and smiled with all her strength, "Tonight during the Mid-Autumn Festival, can you write another poem to use the moonlight?

, sent to him from afar?"

Leng Yi also looked at her and saw her dripping tears hanging on her long eyelashes, crystal clear under the moonlight. He felt sorry for her and nodded slowly. He looked at the bright moon again, pondered for a long time, and then slowly raised his hand.

After half a drink, I recited Su Shi’s eternal masterpiece:

When will the bright moon appear?

Ask the sky for wine.

I don’t know the palace in heaven,

What year is it today?

I want to ride the wind back home,

I am also afraid of beautiful buildings and beautiful buildings,

It's extremely cold at high places.

Dance to clear the shadow,

How does it seem to be in the human world.

Turn to Zhu Pavilion,

low qihu,

Photo without sleep.

There should be no hatred,

Why is it so long to say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, partings and reunions,

The moon waxes and wanes,

This matter has never been completely solved.

I wish you a long life,

We have shared the beauty of the moon for thousands of years.

Xiao Zhouhou listened motionless. After Leng Yi finished reciting, she sat there motionless, looking up at the bright moon, as if she had turned into a piece of jade under the moon. She didn't speak, didn't admire, or

It didn't vibrate, as if it wasn't heard at all.

Leng Yi knew that at this moment, she might have entered the cold and deep artistic conception described in this poem, so she was so dazed and trance-like, and she didn't say anything, just looking at the bright moon like this.

"It's very cold at high places..., does he feel this cold now?" Xiao Zhouhou said to himself, his voice was as ethereal as if it was coming from the horizon, "

Joys and sorrows, separation and separation, dependence on each other in life and death... We share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart... Is Chang'e in the moon palace dancing for him...?"

Listening to her ramble, Leng Yi felt his heart sink. Could it be that what he worried about during the Chinese Valentine's Day had come true?

Leng Yi looked at her and said softly: "Sister Ying, is it Brother Chongguang...?"

"He...is dead..." Xiao Zhouhou sobbed, which slowly turned into tears.

Leng Yi felt sad and sighed: "My condolences..."

Before Leng Yi could finish speaking, Xiao Zhou stood up and walked away without even looking back.

"Where are you going?" Leng Yi was stunned for a moment, then got up and chased after him.

Xiao Zhouhou didn't say anything and walked straight to the back door.

Leng Yi was afraid that something might happen to her, so he had to follow her silently.

Xiao Zhou later walked out of the back door and walked along the street until he reached the door of a house and stopped. He stared blankly at the door.

Leng Yi looked up and saw that it was the former residence of Li Yu and his wife.

This mansion was confiscated after Li Yu was exiled. However, Emperor Zhao Guangyi did not dispose of the mansion to others, and it has remained idle like this. Only the old gatekeeper guarded this empty mansion.

Xiao Zhouhou quickly went up and knocked on the door. After a long while, a sleepy old man came out, holding a lantern in his hand. He muttered impatiently: "What are you knocking on? Who is it?" He squinted.

After a pair of old eyes looked Xiao Zhou up and down, he finally recognized him. He quickly opened the door and bowed: "Yes... it's madam... you, why are you back?"

Xiao Zhouhou ignored him and walked straight in.

"Oh ma'am, it's dark inside, so be careful. Let me give you a lantern!"

Leng Yi said from behind: "Give me the lantern. Don't worry, Madam will be fine as long as I'm here." After that, he took the lantern from his hand and quickly chased after Xiao Zhou.

Xiao Hou went straight into the backyard and stood in the yard, looking at the dark house. In her eyes, it was brightly lit, as if she saw herself sitting in front of the window again, her husband Li Yu tracing her eyebrows.

.Listen to him singing softly:

The waves are like a thousand layers of snow,

Peaches and plums are silent as a team in spring.

A jug of wine.

One pole of fiber,

How many people are like Nong in the world?

The way her husband looked at her was like an aged wine, making people intoxicated. "How many people are like Nong in the world?" In his eyes, there are thousands of women in the world, but he can never choose one who can match her.

Compare yourself.

Xiao Zhouhou slowly walked up the steps and pushed the door, but it couldn't be pushed open. She didn't seem to notice that there was a lock on it. Choking with sobs, she knocked on the door and whispered: "Husband, why don't you open the door? Your Ying'er is here.

Why don't you paint Ying'er's eyebrows? Ying'er still wants to recite poems and compose poems with you! Husband..."

Leng Yi could only stand at the foot of the steps sadly, looking at her.

Xiao Zhouhou gently stroked the window and slowly walked along the corridor to the study window.

When we arrived at the window of the study, the cool moonlight shone slantingly down under the window, but the window was dark and we couldn't see clearly inside. Xiao Zhouhou gently pressed her face against the window, as if she could hear the quiet night again.

At that time, my husband was sitting in the study, looking out the window, chanting in a low voice:

The quiet courtyard,

Xiao Ting Kong,
To be continued...