Chapter 4097 Your Highness Returns (3)

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The attic remains the same, with towering peach trees.

It's where she lived for eighteen years.

Ranbai slowly bent down, fiddled with the wildly growing weeds with his fingertips, and looked around. There was no nostalgia, no sorrow and joy in his eyes, empty, nothing.

She used to live here.

Many years.

Later, those people died, and there was nothing left, only leaving her with embers flying all over the sky.

Dyeing in white, she strolled leisurely in the courtyard and stopped in front of a towering ancient tree. The shadow almost overwhelmed her completely. The coiled dragon was crouching, and the branches and leaves were rustling. It was a peach tree that had grown for a long time.

At that time, she was in the tower, and through a small window, the tallest peach tree she saw was this peach tree.

Ranbai stood in the dim shadow and stared at it for a long time.

Finally, he cleared his throat, raised his hand and tapped on the tree trunk with great interest, and made one or two muffled sounds, followed by a lazy voice: "Grandpa Peach Tree, I'm back."

The night wind is blowing, the branches are shaking gently, and a few fallen leaves are falling with the wind, as if responding to Ranbai's words.

"You said how you lived so old." Ranbai took a look, smiled, and said lazily, "I guess you must have lived longer than me."

The branches and leaves are still shaking.

"I broke a tree branch of you, don't hate me, anyway, it's not the first time." She said, she broke a tree branch with lightning speed, firmly believing that the enemy can't move me, as long as I move fast, you can't find me to settle the truth!

The branches and leaves broke with a crisp click.

The fallen leaves rustled, a little irritable.

"Don't be sad, it will grow back soon." Ranbai held the branch in his hand, satisfied, comforted the peach tree with good intentions, patted it, and simply sat lazily on the ground, leaning against the trunk, the branch in his hand dangling boredly, looking at the moon in the sky, the curve of the corners of his lips receded inch by inch, until no smile could be seen at all.

The face was so pale that there was no expression on it.

Ranbai is always laughing, but she doesn't like to laugh, this deep-seated coldness is only exposed when she is alone.

It took a long time like that,

She made a sudden movement, using her fingers to scrape away the soil next to the tree roots without any obsession with cleanliness.

"Your Highness, let me come." Fenghuang said, feeling very uncomfortable.

"What are you doing here?"

He struggled: "His Royal Highness, you need to call me."

"Um."

The sticky and wet soil was roughly broken open, the roots of the tree were extremely muddy, and her white and slender fingers were covered with mud, but she didn't care, the damp smell came over her face, and finally a pale yellow corner was exposed.

And then more, more—

letter.

Ranbai half-kneeling, her long eyelashes almost covering her eyes, casually wiped her hands, and picked up the letter buried deep under the tree roots.

The same sentence was written on every letter.

——Mr.

The handwriting is immature and astringent, with a bit of style.

Ran Bai looked at it for a while, then simply sat on the ground and opened the envelope.

Those pale, sealed, faded black and white past, like a black deep sea sweeping in, gaining life in suffocation.

She remembered.

all.

The old trees are evergreen, with criss-cross branches and leaves, reflecting the night sky that has been cut into countless pieces. The moonlight falls from the gaps, and falls on the letters in a half-blind way. The subtle sound of the envelope being opened is mixed with the desolate crickets, and it is mixed with the earthy and ancient smell.

Each letter has only a few sentences.

It's snowing all over the place.

I saw a beautiful cat today and I want to catch it.

Three centimeters taller.

Don't want to drink milk.

I don't have any cake.

Sir, can you stay with me forever?

There are really too many letters, and I can't read them for a while, and I can see them inch by inch.

She was still young that year, he was still there, occasionally knowing that the two of them could chat unimpeded through letters,

Once obsessed, he wrote countless letters and buried him under the ancient tree.

The husband said: "Leave it to Abai when he grows up."

Later she grew up.

He is gone.

The cold wind blew, and the letter fell to the ground lightly, with a negligible weight, and the moonlight shone on the two most mentioned words on the letter.

--gentlemen.

He is her husband and teacher.

He is good to her in everything, except that he has no love between men and women.

The white-stained fingertips touched the corner of the letter coldly, slowly caressing, gentle and contradictory cold, as if staring at the lover of several lifetimes.

She poked the thin yellowed letter with her hand and asked, "I've forgotten you for so long, are you angry?"

Even a muddy person should have a bit of a temper, but he never lost his temper with her.

"I haven't seen you for so many years." Ranbai looked very ordinary, reached out to fish in the air, but found nothing, "It's a pity that I didn't bring wine this time, so I can't worship you."

No one heard her.

She continued to find another person's letter under the root of the tree, and finally saw the words A Bai's personal letter.

Elegant and sharp, excellent style.

Words are like the moon in the sky, and people are like immortals in the moon.

The moonlight shone obliquely through the gap. The letter had been placed for too long, and it had been kept in the soil for a long time without seeing the sun.

The color and luster of the old era spanned thousands of years.

dye white thought,

If the husband knew that the letters he had written in his pen would be revealed by her after a thousand years, he would be shocked.

In her eyes was the appearance of that man, it was too vague, she could not remember his face clearly, as if with the passage of time, forgetting it became a matter of course.

But I still remember that he was gentle to all beings, always tolerant and firm.

Later, because of her, he broke his bones and was lowered in the dust, but he was still protecting her.

"Sir, you are so stupid." She sat under the tree trunk without sticking to one pattern, her whole body was sunk in the shadows, her blood pupils were quiet and deep, and the corner of her mouth smiled speciously: "Look now, besides me, who else will remember you?"

"This is the sentient beings you said, the compassion you taught me."

Ranbai could imagine the appearance of that person hearing her words if he was there.

Will smile and say to her.

"Ah Bai, all the sufferings in the world have fate. I am your husband, I will be your teacher for a day, and I will never give up for the rest of my life."

So at the end.

He gave her his life.

It's also ridiculous.

He actually tried to teach a little monster to be magnanimous and have a clear heart.

Are you saying it's naive?

"I know you won't understand when I tell you this, it's just pedantic."

She had never seen anyone so stupid.

After all...

It's just hard to understand.

The surroundings are quiet, there is no sound, it is Ranbai talking to himself, directing and acting, and entertaining himself.

The person who would respond to her before is long gone.

No matter how much she said, no matter how harsh she was, no matter how absurd she acted.

There will be no more discipline.

No one will ever tell her not to do this again.

No one will take care of things for her anymore.

The night was dark and the wind was blowing cold.

Ranbai knelt on his knees for a long time, no matter how many thoughts he had, he just turned into a smile and passed away with the wind, tearing open his letter.

Opening the letters one by one, I was impatient, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

Words are the words she is most familiar with, and people are the ones she will never forget.

Every letter is a response to her previous words, everything must be settled, gentle and meticulous.

Suddenly, a letter slipped from his hand, and fell weightlessly with the wind, spreading out on the muddy ground.

She remembered clearly the words and sentences of every letter.

At the same time, she also knew that she had never seen this letter.

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