Chapter 14 postscript

When my brother found me on the ancient city wall, he also found the answer to the mystery that I often disappeared at midnight. It's just that he can't believe that I'm dating a mysterious lover from the Tang Dynasty. He only talks nonsense when I have a fever and feeds me antipyretics in large quantities.It caused me to sleep and sleep all the time, and I was groggy for a long time. Sometimes I can't sleep and I cry all night. Tang Yu rushed over in his nightgown, hugged me tightly, and stayed up all night. I fell asleep peacefully in his arms, as if returning to my childhood.I don't remember if my mother hugged me to sleep like this when I was a child.

I asked Tang Yu: "Sing a lullaby and listen to it." Tang Yu was in a dilemma: "You know I'm tone deaf and can't sing." But I couldn't help asking again and again, and finally said: "Recalling the past years, growing up in a boudoir..." I jumped up in shock and bumped my head against the bed rails. Regardless of the pain, I opened my eyes and asked, "How do you know this song? Don't you also..." Tang Yu didn't understand: "I heard it from TV dramas, everyone can sing it." I fell limp, dumbfounding.The moment I heard "Qing Cup Music" just now, I thought Tang Yu was also a character from the old Tang Dynasty.

After recovering from the illness, my father formally asked Uncle Guan to express his love to me, hoping that I would stay in the Tang family forever, and that the daughter of the Tang family would be replaced by the daughter-in-law of the Tang family.And said that this is also my mother's last wish. Mom's last wish.No mountain in the world is heavier than this. I agreed.This is the best way for me to repay the Tang family's kindness with my life. I have already obtained the most precious and rare love in the world, and I have been lonely all my life since then, and I have no regrets.

What's more, although Tang Yu is not my ideal man, he is still a good man. Moreover, we care about each other and are brothers and sisters. This understanding and kindness are enough to guarantee our stable life for the rest of our lives. On the day of the wedding, many guests came, the male guests were all well-dressed, and the female guests were gorgeous, but no one could suppress the elegant demeanor of the blue pigeon.When she and Xia Jiuwen came arm in arm, it caused quite a commotion. The wedding didn't alarm the media, but those well-connected reporters still came here after hearing the news, begging for a glass of wedding wine, and then chasing me with their cameras dedicatedly.

It's not easy being a reporter.And I used to be one of them. I asked Blue Pigeon: "Did you hate me back then?" "How come?" A professional smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.But he stopped for a moment and said, "But you were really annoying at the time, chasing after you, and never giving up." "No way, just ask for a living." Xia Jiuwen gave me a very important gift. When shaking hands, he said to me: "It's a pity that you didn't choose me. I still love you." I smiled: "This is the best blessing I have heard today."

We share a drink. Perhaps his heart was not as touching as his words.But since entertaining oneself and others is pleasant to the ear, no one wants to find out the root cause. Many years later, he will say to his descendants: "Do you know that female star Tang Yan who played Shangguan Wan'er? She was my dream lover back then." And I can also be proud of my relatives and friends: "Do you know the famous screenwriter Xia Jiuwen? He once pursued me." Therefore, one must be famous, and only after being famous can one be qualified to be mentioned. With my wedding, Lan Gezi officially disclosed her love relationship with Xia Jiuwen, and took all the reporters' shots in one fell swoop.

I smile, she will be more famous in the future.Choosing Xia Jiuwen as her lifelong destination instead of choosing those rich bosses who surrounded her before and after was a wise move by her, and it was also a clever thing.Blue Pigeon has always been a dear friend that I respect and cherish. I looked carefully among the guests, but I didn't find the figure of the lady in black, so I breathed a sigh of relief.After a while, I was a little disappointed. It's passed.The geese flew away, and there was no trace of the blue sky. After I got married, I became a full-time wife. I stopped filming, but started writing scripts, all of which were stories about Tang Palace.

Those elusive memory fragments still flashed in my mind from time to time, and I didn't tell anyone anymore, but put them into words. I became a writer.A star writer. There are more reporters around me. Dad is very happy.Compared with an actor's daughter, he hopes to have a writer's daughter-in-law to show his family background and teach his daughter well.Now he also started to say to everyone: "Do you know Tang Yan? That new writer, she is my daughter-in-law!" Tang Yu is still the same, sometimes loses in business and sometimes makes money, happy when he wins a little, and goes home to ask his father for help when he has a slight setback.I think he will spend his life in such a mediocre way, but this is my own choice, and I have no complaints or regrets.

Yes, I don't love Tang Yu.I have loved deeply, so I know what love is like. However, I care about him, respect him, and tolerate and accommodate him without hesitation.This is enough for couples. Love is a lover's business.Tolerance and understanding belong to husband and wife. Tang Yu and I have lived together for more than 20 years, and we can save even a trial marriage. This is the childhood sweetheart of this era. However, whenever the moonlight night, I still feel deeply lonely and longing. I know that it is impossible for me and Qin Yue to see each other again, but I firmly believe that he will pay attention to me in the dark, accompany me, and be with me forever.Because of him, I love every star, every cloud, every day and night in this world.

Tang Yu woke up and found the garden. "What, insomnia again?" I turned around and gave him a warm smile. "Yes, I have been using my brain too much recently, and I am quite tired." "What are you writing?" "A novel called "The Hand of the Son". It's similar to the story of 'Lang Riding a Bamboo Horse, Growing Greengage Around the Bed'." "Can they have such a good ending as us?" "I don't know yet. We're only halfway through the story." So often I don't know where a story is going until I start writing it.All the characters in the story have their own destiny, joys and sorrows are beyond my control.It's not so much that I manipulate the story as it is that the story controls me.

Tang Yu put on a white silk nightgown embroidered with nymphs and butterflies for me, which was the only relic left by Daier to me. "Write a reunion comedy, I like watching comedies." "Okay." I promised him generously. There are already too many tragedies in the real world, how can we bear to let the fictional world be incomplete? Under the stars, we embrace deeply.When the ideal love is completely disillusioned, I can only grasp my happiness in this world. Losing again and again made me understand the value of possession even more. Some people love forever because of love, and some people love because of forever.Can be regarded as a kind of happiness. I believe that I will grow old with Tang Yu forever. Another year passed and I became pregnant. I didn't dream of the golden armored god giving the rod. I think this is good, at least it can guarantee that the fate of the predecessors will not be repeated again and again. Tang Yu was afraid that I would be tired, so he forbade me to write in front of the computer every day. I then considered learning an instrument for fun. Tang Yu found a lot of materials to study, and finally signed up for a pipa class for me. The days pass between the strings and on the fingers.I am not self-taught.It made me feel safe instead. First grade, second grade, third grade... step by step.When I learned "Xiang", my stomach could no longer bear another pipa on my lap. Learning is forced to stop.But I have already learned to play "Song of Selling Newspapers". "La la la, la la la, I am a little expert in selling newspapers. I ran all over the street in strong wind and rain. I couldn't walk well and slipped. Today's news is really good. I sell two newspapers for one copper coin..." Very simple tune.I like simplicity. She was pregnant in October, and once she gave birth, everyone was excited and excited. Tang Yu, who became a father, exclaimed in surprise: "Boy! It's a boy!" The child was carried to me, and I was suddenly startled: that child, with distinct facial features and tightly pursed mouth, looked exactly like Qin Yue. Qin Yue! I laughed.If you see my smile, you will know what the most beautiful face in the world is - that is the most sincere blessing to the world from a mother full of hope and trust. Because I know that the tragedy will end from now on, and there will finally be a real man again in this world!