Chapter 11 third quarter

On a dim July day, in the stateroom of her buying ship, known as Goldberry Dew, she leaned back on the big silk satin bed as she had done so many nights over the years, reading the book left by her druggist lover. A stack of manuscripts. Her dead lover was a great pharmacist named Liu Seqingqing, whose birthday was a morning when bluebirds sang on the weeping willows.He is handsome and suave, with magical hands, he can concoct more than 3,000 kinds of anthers, including soul-stirring love powder, Wangyou soup that stops tears, and longevity dew that recalls youth.There is only one person who has no cure for the most irritating jealousy.

Liu Seqingqing wrote his life's painstaking efforts on the small parchment soaked in rose oil.His handwriting is small and scribbled, and his posthumous manuscript is a bit messy. In addition to prescriptions, it also densely records memories and nostalgia, as well as love thoughts.On one page he wrote: "I want to live my whole life on Berry's boat." What he wrote in cornflower ink looked like little notes on a sheet music, and was so cryptic that she couldn't read them all.Every time I read it, I seem to read something new. Sometimes she just flipped through it casually and mixed some anthers according to the recipe. Although she only learned fifty kinds, it was enough for a lifetime.

She read the willow-green stack of manuscripts over and over again, not for memory, nor for nostalgia, and she didn't even have any hatred for him.It has become a lonely habit to lean against the bedside lamp every night and read the stack of manuscripts. However, this night was nothing like the countless nights that had passed. When she flipped through the stack of manuscripts, she heard singing like thin threads, pure but sad, full of heartbreaking rhythm.That chant, like a low cry, sang into the pores of her skin, sang into her bones, and echoed in her blood vessels.She suddenly felt some moisture in her eyes.

She wiped the tears from her eyes with a purple satin handkerchief in embarrassment, put on her coat, and went to the deck to see where the singing came from.None of the songstresses on board could sing such a song. She looked at the stars, the clouds, and the direction of the wind, and judged that the singing came from the distant embankment in the west.She immediately ordered the captain to change direction and sail towards the song. The strong captain kept avoiding her eyes. It turned out that he had already burst into tears and was very embarrassed. Afterwards, she found low weeping sounds coming from the cabin.The singers, dancers, and musicians were all in their beds, mourning inexplicably, some yearning for long-lost lovers, and some thinking of lost relatives.The singing voice sang the bitterest loneliness in everyone's heart, and sang the desolation of longing and separation.

The closer the swan boat gets to the embankment, the more heart-wrenching the singing that floats with the water.A dozen little skylarks cried to death on the aisle of the swan boat when they heard the sad and beautiful singing.Two little white books raised on the deck, because of great sorrow, both threw themselves into the river in broad daylight. Singers, dancers, musicians, and sailors all had their eyes swollen from crying. Even Beibei, the hardest-working cook, cried all day by the fire. She usually spends her time cooking delicious food, but now she just cooks casually. some cold dishes.No one complained about it because everyone was worried.

Until a hot afternoon in September, the boat docked, and the singing sounded in everyone's ears, singers, dancers, and musicians.The sailor and cook Baby all ran out on deck and waited in tears. Jin Poison sat on a wicker chair, which was carried to the embankment by four sailors.There, her tearful eyes saw a girl with blue butterflies flying around her head, her long hair tangled, blue moss growing out of her clothes, and only a pair of empty eyes on her muddy face. With big eyes and chapped lips, she still sang songs of despair. "My child, what's the name of the song you sang?" She asked with a sore nose.

"Washed away." Lan Yue'er spat out three words.