Chapter 22 Chapter One

Some people say that if you don’t know your way back at the end of the world, there is a fisherman on a ferry in the world of mortals who will tell you that the place where there are gulls and herons is your hometown.Even if you can't wait for the ferryman, there will be a ostentatious aquatic plant to guide you in the direction of your journey.Whipping horses and raising dust, as a foreigner, a thatched hut, a vegetable field, and a peasant girl are all his destinations.When you leave, you only need to set a fire, burn the hut, drink a pot of wine, and swallow your grievances.In this way, he can easily go on the road again. Behind him, the fallen flowers turn into spring mud, and the youth disperses into the past.

Remnant snow condenses the radiance of the cold painting screen, the flute of falling plum blossoms has been on the third watch, and there is no one where the moon is dim. This is not cruelty. There are too many persecutions in life, and the world is full of chaos. People walk among thorns and always ignore the many.Every time Nalan traveled with his car, the team was orderly, but his heart would always lose his way, and he often felt that he was a stranger walking alone.Therefore, he said that he is a melancholy guest in the world, and the road he walks is filled with too much wind and smoke.Fate wants him to complete his noble life with loneliness and innocence, and he is destined to go harder than anyone else in the world.In fact, he can calculate the course of his life by spreading out his palms, without having to ask the warlock to call him his fate.Even if he pawns wealth into poverty, sells his talent into mediocrity, and turns deep affection into fickleness, he still can't change the luxurious and affectionate Nalan Rongruo in the hearts of the world.

His melancholy is because he is always influenced by emotions.He can take off the reins of fame and become a hermit indifferently, but he can't be a lonely knight who swears to die without regret.Only on that day, when he squanders everything and is so poor that only love is left to accompany him, maybe Nalan can die contentedly.If he had to hand himself over to time easily, how could he be worthy of life?I believe that many people who have read Nalan's poems will never forget this sentence: I am a melancholy guest in the world.Because he passed his melancholy to others in such a casual way, we were infected with his melancholy. On the journey of life, there are always clouds covering our eyes and wind and smoke disturbing our hearts.Presented in front of our eyes is a melancholy poet, holding a volume of books in the cold moonlight, muttering to himself: I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know what is going on with you and weep.

Many people, after walking around the Golden Luan Hall and following the emperor for half a month, their fate will change drastically and their outlook on life will also be different.And Nalan, who has been with Kangxi for six years, is still his bodyguard as before.Back then, Nalan's father was also based on bodyguards, and gradually rose to a high position. His father was far stronger than him.At Nalan's age, Mingzhu was already the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but Nalan couldn't take off the official uniform of the guard.In front of the saddle and behind the horse, the cold and heat accompany each other.Although Nalan received many rewards such as gold medals, sabers, pommel horses, folding fans, and poems from Kangxi, material honors were never as high as official positions.Maybe Nalan doesn't bother with being in a high position, but as a literati, he has stronger pride and dignity than ordinary people.After six years of career as a bodyguard, Nalan only felt that the road ahead was at a loss, and he would not be happy.

At the end of the journey, Nalan came back from riding a horse. The garden of the Ming Mansion was full of spring, and the past was like Hua Xu's dream.The four seasons of the year are just the simplest reincarnation, the spring breeze and autumn moon, summer lotus and winter snow, are clearly in the picture.Compared with life, the growth and decline of vegetation, the blooming and falling of flowers, and the waxing and waning of the bright moon are nothing.The process of life is spent in one scoop and one drink, and the taste depends on how you chew.You can taste sweet or taste bitter.

What relieved Nalan a little was that he could have a happy gathering with his friends at the Lushui Pavilion.Three or five confidants, cooking wine and talking happily, Nalan will tell everyone what he has seen and heard along the way, share anecdotes from the north and the south, customs and customs with friends, and then sing these experiences into words, chatting and sending them elegantly.Only at this time, Nalan can forget the melancholy in his heart, and realize that there are still many joys in life, but he needs to open his heart to find and accept them.Nalan can be pure and thorough only when he is beside his lover and in front of his confidant.If a person can be so frank and open-minded without wearing any clothes in front of another person, what kind of ease would it be?

When Nalan Mingzhu and his wife arranged for Rongruo to take Yan as a concubine, Nalan's mood was already very calm.He is no longer as melancholy and resistant as when he married the official family. For him, remarrying and taking a concubine are just a formality.His heart was covered in dust by his cousin and his beloved wife, and he had thought that he would still be accompanied by a beauty in this life, but he understood that no one in the world could understand his feelings.Before meeting that peerless beauty, he would rather betray the world than wrong his own heart.This kind of persistence, maybe only Nalan Rongruo can do it, no, there are many infatuated and resentful women in this world, and they also stick to their vows for love.But many people are not sure that they can do it—deep love and unswerving heart.

The pillow is fragrant, and the flower diameter is leaking.Meet according to the appointment, whisper after dusk.The season is cold and people are sick with wine.The pear blossoms in the ground are thinned by the east wind all night. In fact, Nalan also has expectations. When he sits alone at dusk, watching the water and the moon blend together, listening to the whispers of flowers and plants, his lonely heart also longs for tenderness to comfort him.Is the moon like that time, or people like that time?He has expectations in his heart, how can an amorous man in his prime endure long periods of loneliness and solitude?He had long lost hope for Guan Shi, so he hoped to find a little bit of the past in Yan Shi.Even a trace of silence and gentleness can bring back some warm memories in him.

Thinking about it, although Yan Shi is not a stunning beauty, she should be a gentle little woman with low eyebrows and smooth eyes.A woman who can make Nalan Mingzhu look like a daughter-in-law must be noble even if she does not have a prominent family background.Maybe she can't play the piano with Nalan, can't recite poems and couplets, but she will silently accompany him, give everything to this gentle man, wash his hands and make soup for him, bear children for him, Be the most ordinary couple in the world and have the most ordinary happiness.She knew that she couldn't get into his heart in this life, but she didn't mind, paying for him was the greatest satisfaction in her life.

For such a docile woman, even if Nalan couldn't afford her love, he wouldn't be too indifferent.Take it as a peaceful episode in the course of life, burn a handful of firewood to his cold body, and throw a small stone into his silent heart. Slight waves are better than silence.When Nalan drank the soup she made with her own hands and wore the shoes she sewed with her own hands, she suddenly understood that this is life, and the faint fireworks sometimes make him greedy.If he had never had a deep love, never experienced life and death, perhaps Nalan would be willing to live a simple life with such an ordinary woman.

But what has happened, cannot be regarded as never happened.The docile Yan family can afford Nalan's ordinary life, but he can't lick his old wounds.Many nights, Nalan would still wake up from the pain in his dream, and his beloved wife would look at him sadly with resentful eyes, telling a story of lovesickness in the world and heaven. Three days before Ding Si's Double Ninth Festival, a dream woman died in plain clothes, choked up with her hands, and couldn't remember too many words.