Chapter 29 Night Talk

Author: Sigui Beihong

Chapter 29 Night Talk

On the branches under the moonlight, the shadows of passers-by in front of Xuande Gate were drawn out by the lights everywhere. There were gradually more and more diners up and down the Fan Tower.

Song Mingxuan was pacing alone in the study. He was holding a book in his hand and a piano on the table. He knew music, but he had been depressed since he quit his marriage to Mo Yunxiao.

It’s hard to be in the mood to play the piano anymore.

"He Lu, He Lu, after all, I am sorry for you." He remembered the three things he promised Mo Yunxiao. The first two things were easy to say, but the third thing was to find a good husband for her.

Man, this is too difficult.

He was not worried because it was difficult to complete the matter, but worried that it would delay Mo Yunxiao's years. From the day he broke off the engagement, he had been burdened with this deep sense of guilt.

Then I thought about the "unfortunate relationship" between myself and Mo Yunze that cannot be forgiven by the world. Mo Yunxiao is right. Mo Yunze will take the exam next year. If it is high school, there will be a family of officials coming to catch the man in green. By then

, can you and him last forever?

The more he thought about it, the more sorrowful he became. He sighed softly, walked to the piano and sat down. The slender fingers like a woman gently plucked a string, making a crisp sound of "dang". The sound of the piano was melodious,

Endlessly going around.

The sound of the piano also moved him deeply. So he raised his hands and played the piano quietly.

Song Mingxuan poured all his sorrow and resentment onto the strings of the piano through his fingers. The strings jumped and the music flowed out gracefully. Listening to the sound of the piano, sometimes it is sad and angry, sometimes resentful, sometimes like a big river rushing endlessly, sometimes like a trickle and continuous flow.

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Before the song was finished, an unusual noise suddenly came. His fingers trembled, and it turned out that one of the strings was broken.

The string was broken and the heart was broken. This made Song Mingxuan's already sad mood even more sad. He sighed and was about to stand up from his seat when he suddenly heard a knock on the door: "Brother Xuan, the eldest daughter of the Mo family is here."

"Oh." Song Mingxuan was slightly startled and said hurriedly: "Please come in quickly." So Mo Yunxiao opened the door and walked in, followed by the childish colorful clothes.

Mo Yunxiao was wearing a purple dress and rose skirt. She looked slender and extremely graceful. She wore a curtain hat, and most of her face was covered. Only a little red lips and a sharp chin like bamboo shoots could be seen.

"He Lu, you..." Song Mingxuan stood up, looking very nervous.

Mo Yunxiao stopped and asked, "What? Are you afraid of me?"

"Oh, no." Song Mingxuan said hurriedly: "It's just that you came suddenly. I'm sorry Brother Yu didn't entertain you well."

Mo Yunxiao did not speak, but smiled miserably. Although she smiled, her smile was a bit desolate and lonely. Song Mingxuan had never seen Mo Yunxiao like this before, and he couldn't help but panic.

Mo Yunxiao sat down and said, "I was here earlier, but just now I heard brother Jiaxing playing the piano. The sound of the piano was so gentle that I couldn't bear to disturb him."

Song Mingxuan smiled shyly and said, "It makes He Lu laugh. I am just sitting around and bored, playing the piano to distract myself."

Mo Yunxiao also smiled and said lightly: "I know the elegant meaning when I hear the song. Brother Jiaxing seems to have thousands of melancholy in his heart?"

Song Mingxuan was shocked when he heard this. It was a big surprise. The Mo Yunxiao he knew was the "Female Yama" who had no interest in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. But now sitting in front of him was a quiet and elegant woman who spoke well. She

, how could it be Mo Yunxiao? But she is Mo Yunxiao!

While Song Mingxuan was stunned, Mo Yunxiao turned around, stared at him, and said, "Brother Jiaxing, why don't you tell me what troubles you have?"

Song Mingxuan gave a bitter smile and said, "He Lu, you should know my troubles best, so why bother asking again."

Mo Yunxiao lowered his head and fell silent. She wanted to know why Song Mingxuan was sad, and she wanted to enter his world to find out. But he seemed to have built a high fence in his heart to isolate himself from the outside.

Mo Yunxiao glanced around and saw that the desk was complete with pen, ink, paper and inkstone. So she stood up, walked quietly over, dipped her pen in ink, gathered her sleeves, and started writing on the paper.

This time-travelling Mo Yunxiao has been studying Chinese painting since she was a child, and her calligraphy skills are also extremely good. When she was ten years old, she participated in a youth calligraphy competition held in the city and won the first place with an overwhelming advantage. The teacher's evaluation was: "

The handwriting is strong and has the legacy of Dongpo."

Song Mingxuan was shocked when he saw this. This was the first time he saw Mo Yunxiao writing. He couldn't help but rub his eyes, thinking he was dazzled.

Mo Yunxiao waved it away, raised his head, smiled at Song Mingxuan, and said, "Brother Jiaxing, come and take a look."

Song Mingxuan was full of suspicion, but couldn't help being driven by curiosity, so he walked over and took a look. It turned out that what she wrote was a short poem.

I saw this word: "Last night, the cold hibernation couldn't stop. I was startled back from a thousand-mile dream. It was already three o'clock. I got up and walked around the street alone. People were quiet, and the moon was dimly bright outside the curtain.

The white head is a sign of fame. The old mountains have old pines and bamboos, blocking the return journey. I want to put my thoughts on the Yao Qin. I have few close friends and no one will listen when the string is broken."

This is "Little Heavy Mountain" written by Yue Fei, the founding general of the Southern Song Dynasty. This is a poem by Yue Fei expressing his unreachable ambition. And Mo Yunxiao wrote it here, but it is extremely appropriate.

Song Mingxuan sighed quietly and raised his eyes, which were already stained with tears. Mo Yunxiao also felt sad when he looked in his eyes. It was just because his sadness aroused his own sadness.

"He Lu." Song Mingxuan's body trembled slightly and his voice was choked with sobs: "It's rare that you know and understand me so well. Brother Yu is very grateful." As he said this, he clasped his hands and bowed deeply.

When Cai Yi saw it, her heart trembled, and she thought to herself: "They say that the eldest girl of the Mo family is an unsophisticated Hedong lion. Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, ninety percent of the rumors in the market are false."

While pacing, Mo Yunxiao said: "You have your sorrows, and I have mine. I just don't know if our sorrows can be exchanged with each other. Maybe we can resolve each other and turn into joy."

Song Mingxuan was stunned and asked: "I wonder what worries He Lu has?"

She stopped, turned around, and said, "My father took away the power to take charge of Minglou. And Huan'er was also betrayed."

"What?" Song Mingxuan was shocked and hurriedly took a few steps forward to ask, "What on earth is going on?"

Mo Yunxiao smiled miserably, shook his head and said, "It was all caused by me falling into the water. My father sold Huan'er in the name of poor care. Alas, from then on, I was even more isolated and helpless in Minglou."

Song Mingxuan was silent for a long time, and then said: "He Lu, your temperament has changed a lot since you fell into the water this time."

"Have I changed?" she asked.

"Yes." Song Mingxuan said firmly: "You are so good like this, you can make people get close to you."

"Alas." She sighed and added, "The most troublesome thing is that I can get close to people."

"What do you mean?" Song Mingxuan asked.

Mo Yunxiao lowered her head slightly, not knowing what to say. But Caiyi blurted out: "In three days, the elder will choose a son-in-law for the eldest daughter."

"Choose a son-in-law?" Song Mingxuan was surprised and happy. The surprise was that this happened too suddenly, but the joy was that if the selection of a son-in-law went well, then Mo Yunxiao would be depended on for life.

But after the surprise, he had doubts again and asked, "I just don't know how to choose."

"Dad said that my family sells tea, so tea art must be the first priority." Mo Yunxiao said, "Dad is going to hold a tea fighting competition to choose the person he likes the most."

"Ah? This..." Song Mingxuan felt that this idea was very ridiculous, so he said: "Marriage is a big deal, how can it be decided by tea art? If there is a person who is excellent in tea art, but is a wanderer, will your uncle also marry you to him?

"

Mo Yunxiao smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying: "No, I am not marrying him, but recruiting him as my son-in-law."

"Oh..." Song Mingxuan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "But why choose a son-in-law so hastily?"

"Maybe it's because dad doesn't want to indulge me anymore." Mo Yunxiao said this with a bit of desolation.

Song Mingxuan also felt a sense of loss, and said with a wry smile: "He Lu, I am sorry for you. I hope you can find a good husband this time."

Mo Yunxiao raised her eyes and said passionately: "Jia Xing, I don't want to hear these words from you."

"Then what do you want to hear?" Song Mingxuan didn't know why.

Mo Yunxiao looked up at him and gently took off her curtain hat. Song Mingxuan noticed that her eyes were red and her dark circles were thick. Although she was still very beautiful, her face was a bit haggard.

Ever since she was a child, Mo Yunxiao had a very stubborn temper. Song Mingxuan had never seen her shed tears, but today, she seemed to be crying without tears, which was even more lovable.

Mo Yunxiao looked at him fiercely and said: "In that family, without my financial power, I was like a tiger in peace and allowed to be bullied by others. My father wanted to find me a man to marry whom I had never met or gotten along with before.

Do you know the pain in my heart?"

Song Mingxuan was panicked and at a loss, but after hearing what she said was so touching, he felt sad in his heart. Caiyi looked on and kept wiping tears.

"Brother Jiaxing, I don't blame you for breaking off the engagement earlier. But today, I just want to ask you a question." Mo Yunxiao looked at him and said.

"What?" Song Mingxuan asked.

"Do you have me in your heart?" Mo Yunxiao expressed his feelings so directly. It was not uncommon in that era, but it was very unusual for these words to come from Mo Yunxiao's mouth.

Song Mingxuan was taken aback, and quickly averted his eyes, saying: "He Lu, I understand your affection for me. But you also understand me, otherwise you wouldn't write such words to me. You know me

Because of my difficulties, you know that I can’t marry you..."

"I don't know." Mo Yunxiao interrupted him and said with a choked voice: "Is it just because I am the 'Female Yama' that you are afraid of me?"

"No, no, no..." Song Mingxuan waved his hands quickly, stepped back, and sighed, "He Lu, why are you forcing me like this?"

"If I don't force you, I'm afraid I will marry someone else without knowing it." Mo Yunxiao said, "Among the people I have met, only brother Jiaxing is a reliable man. If you also have me in your heart.

Then I can leave the Minglou and find a place with you where no one knows me, and live a life of men farming and women weaving. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"Ah?" Song Mingxuan's eyes widened and he hurriedly looked out the window. He looked around and saw no one around, so he closed the window.

Seeing his nervous look, Mo Yunxiao's eager heart froze.

"He Lu, please forgive me." Song Mingxuan said with lingering fear, holding on to the window, "You can leave Ming Tower behind, but I can't leave Fan Tower behind."

"Just because Fan Tower is your ancestral property of the Song family, right?" Mo Yunxiao asked.

Song Mingxuan did not comment, only shook his head slightly, smiled bitterly and said: "He Lu, you can't let go of Minglou either. Why do you bother yourself like this?"

Mo Yunxiao glanced at the corner of his mouth and said, "Brother Jiaxing, I understand your thoughts, but you don't understand mine."

After she finished speaking, she walked slowly to the window and gently pushed it open. Song Mingxuan was startled and instinctively wanted to step forward to stop him, but his raised hand did not reach out.

Mo Yunxiao looked at the moon in the sky and said calmly: "There is nothing shameful about what I said to you. Are you still worried that others will overhear it?"

Song Mingxuan smiled awkwardly and said, "He Lu, you are exaggerating."

Mo Yunxiao looked at the moon, lost in thought, and said: "Su Dongpo has a poem that goes, 'I hope that people will live forever, and we will share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away.' Brother Jiaxing, do you think these two sentences are good?"

Of course Song Mingxuan understood what she was thinking, so he said: "He Lu, this poem is of course very good. But it's not the last two sentences that are good. It's that people have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This matter is ancient.

It's hard to do it all. Alas, things in this world are generally like this. You and I are just mortals, how can we force it?"

After hearing this, Mo Yunxiao completely understood what he meant, and her originally eager heart was completely cold now. So she lowered her head and was silent for a while, then forced a smile and said: "'There should be no hatred, why should we say goodbye so long?

'.Brother Jiaxing, I understand."

After she finished speaking, she smiled sadly at Song Mingxuan. Song Mingxuan was so ashamed that he could only lower his head and not look at her.
Chapter completed!