MTL - Harue Kagetsu-Chapter 102

Xu Ying invited the guests into the piano room, and the two sat facing the piano table.

It was dark in the courtyard, and I couldn't see the other side's eyes just now. At this moment, I used the light to look at it, and saw that the man opposite was very young, dressed in ordinary clothes, and seemed to be inconspicuous.

It's just that I don't know why, after watching him take the seat, although he is proud, there is a hint of depression between his eyebrows, as if he is very worried.

In the past few years after he left the palace, he had come here to visit all kinds of visitors. Those who study art, ask for music, listen to the qin, or invite him to a banquet to play the qin to play the qin for fun. He didn't dare to look any further, and after a few glances, he withdrew his gaze and carefully opened the book of piano scores that the man had just handed over.

Before reading the score, he recognized it at a glance. The paper used for this sheet music is Yugong's porcelain green paper. In addition to the imperial palace, it is only possible to see this precious paper in the study rooms of dignitaries.

Xu Ying glanced at the man opposite him again, and after seeing him seated, he didn't say a word. At this moment, his eyes were also fixed on the piano score in front of him, and he was busy reading it again. The font is beautiful, agile and flowing, and it has the air of a fairy dew and pearl. At first glance, it is written by a woman.

Xu Ying took another look at the man opposite, and immediately had his own judgment in his heart.

In the middle of the night, I found a young man who did not show his identity and had a lot of thoughts, and asked himself to interpret the music for him. The one who wrote the score was obviously a girl from a high background.

There is no need to ask any more secrets, it is clear at a glance.

He has been in the palace for many years, and he has long learned to observe words. After leaving the palace, in order to make a living, he is good at dealing with visitors, trying to figure out people's hearts, and every word and every word, all with the purpose of pleasing people.

Since he concluded that both the young man and the woman who gave the spectrum were of extraordinary identities, the man seemed to be depressed, so he preconceived that he was trapped by love and had an unspeakable relationship between a man and a woman. The woman's gift of music is naturally inseparable from the lovesickness in the boudoir - moreover, when he was in the palace, he also frequently heard about the sultry and **** affairs of men and women in the high-ranking families of Jiankang.

Suddenly such a visitor came tonight, with such a generous shot, he naturally knew what he wanted and what he liked. So he concentrated his breath, and read the piano score, and tried to play before citing. After a paragraph, I felt that the tune was airy and light, and the rhythm was like a clear rhythm. It is made to express my heart. Just listening to the quotation, I can conclude that the composer knows the rhythm well. Such a wonderful sound is rare."

After he finished speaking, seeing the man's brows and smiling, his expression seemed to show his approval for his words, and he became more and more certain of what he was thinking.

This man must have a crush on the woman who composed the song.

The old musician smiled and said, "This is the introduction, let me play it again."

He played another stanza to the score, and when he heard the melody and rhythm, he casually said, "This verse is like a bright spring, with flowing orioles blooming at the bottom of the flowers. It should be an innocent whisper for the little children."

There was a sudden sound of rain knocking on the eaves outside the window. It rained at night.

He was gradually immersed in the tune, and he didn't pay much attention to the man quietly getting up, standing by the window, and looking at Ye Yu with his back to him. Gradually, the melody turned solemn and seemed to be worried, so he touched the scene and became emotional, and sighed: "The lonely cloud sings outside, and the rain drops before the night. The worry that arises from this lovesickness, smelling it, is like breaking the heart."

In the lonely night and rain, the man faced out the window, his back was silent.

The old musician played again, and the tune suddenly changed to a high-spirited one, like a warrior rushing to the enemy field. The strings of the zither were clanging, and he couldn't help indulging in it. He closed his eyes and sighed: "The sound of business is sparse, and the sound of feathers is bitter. Nuwa refining stones is shocking. This passage means that love is stronger than gold, fighting the waves. A loving person, Wouldn't your heart and soul be agitated and your blood boiled?"

The sound of the qin gradually turned back to the original lightness, but compared with the introduction, the rhythm is far and far away, the sky is vast and the earth is far away, and the pine wind is soothing, and the heart is washed with water.

The old musician was completely immersed in the music, and he drew the last long tail with his fingers, and closed his eyes for a long time amid the endless stringing of the strings.

Finally, Chang Chang sighed: "This gentleman, the rest of the song is over, and the future will be long. As the words of the qin say, you will be free from worries, relax your heart, and God will have mercy. One day, you will be able to get what you want. willing…"

After a while, without hearing any sound, he opened his eyes.

A gust of night wind caught in the rain, slammed into the half-open door, the door slammed against the wall, and the candle flames could not be extinguished.

The room was already empty.

There was a golden cake in the corner of the table, and the man just now, together with the piano score in front of the table, disappeared at some point in time.

…

The night rain was pouring, and it was already the third watch. Li Mu still didn't come back, and he didn't ask anyone to spread the news of his whereabouts.

Luoshen Phiyi stood in front of the window, looking out the window as pitch black as ink and the pouring rain, the whole person's mood changed from uneasy at first to extreme anxiety.

This is so abnormal.

Jiankang City is a mixed bag, and he is now the center of attention. The Xu family and the Lu family must also have hatred for him. Thinking of Lu Huanzhi's provocation in the street that day, Luoshen's heart suddenly beat fast.

Lu Huanzhi had known her since childhood. If it was just him, she didn't think he would cause Li Mu any big trouble.

But Lu Huanzhi was not alone.

Behind him is the Lu family, or someone else who is just like him, with ill will towards Li Mu.

Could it be that something happened to him?

Luo Shen was taken aback by this sudden thought, and he was so anxious that he couldn't wait any longer, and immediately called someone to get rain gear.

She can't wait for dawn. I want to go immediately to wake up my parents and ask them to send people to look for people everywhere.

The maid hurried to fetch the rain gear, Luoshen was also dressed, Qiongshu was in front and carried a windproof lantern. She stepped out of the threshold and was about to go to her parents when she suddenly heard the first servant girl say in surprise, "Li Langjun is back!"

Luoshen also heard footsteps. Look up quickly. Sure enough, a figure appeared at the entrance of the yard, walking through the pitch-black rain curtain, stepping on the water splashing on the ground, and walking towards here.

Without looking at his face, Luoshen immediately recognized the familiar figure, it was Li Mu. Immediately, he let out a long sigh of relief. Seeing that he had stepped up the eaves steps, he had neither an umbrella nor a jacket, and he didn't even wear a rain hat on his head. He was soaked by the rain from head to toe. He was surprised, distressed, and hurried. When I came over, I was about to call him, but I saw a stiff face reflected by the lantern in front of the porch, reflecting the wet light.

His face was expressionless, as if he didn't see her, he actually walked past her and pushed the door straight in.

Luoshen knew that he had clearly seen himself.

After marrying him for so long, it was the first time that he was so ignored by him.

Luoshen's eyes followed his back, watching him disappear behind the door, his footsteps stopped.

The surprise from his return just now vanished.

Because her mother was pregnant, Luoshen asked Aju to go back to take care of her. But the servant girl and Qiongshu beside her also followed her from Jiankang to Yicheng and back here.

Obviously, they were also confused by Li Mu's abnormality, and looked at each other suspiciously, and then looked at Luoshen.

Luoshen came back to his senses, and whispered in a low voice, telling everyone to disperse, no need to follow him to wait, and immediately followed into the house.

She closed the door softly and turned around.

A wet water stain on the ground extended from the door to the inner room.

Luoshen went in, and saw that he had his back to him, and was silently taking off his clothes, as if he had just been fished out of the water, and even the roots of his hair were dripping continuously.

His back was dignified, so heavy that it seemed to hold down everything around him, making it even harder for her to breathe.

Luoshen had never seen him like this before.

there has never been.

The silhouette of her back, which was all too familiar to her, now looks so unfamiliar. The feeling of being so silent is so refusing to be thousands of miles away. It even made her feel a little terrified.

She guessed that it was because of those few manuscripts of piano scores that Lu Jianzhi was introduced, and these few days, because of Lu Huanzhi, she mentioned Lu Jianzhi several times, and he was really angry about it?

She hesitated for a while, continued walking towards him, came behind him, spoke in a tone that sounded as normal as possible, and said softly, "Lang Jun, where did you go at night? It's raining so hard outside, I'm very worried. I'm worried, I can't sleep, I just wanted to call Aye and A Niang..."

She said, reaching for the belt he just took off. But he didn't receive it, he let it go.

Luo Shen's hand stopped in mid-air, and after a daze, he slowly retracted, and reluctantly said, "Then go take a bath first. The water was prepared for you earlier..."

Li Mu still didn't say a word, he took a set of clean clothes, left her, and went to the bath room.

Luoshen froze for a moment, suppressing the sad feeling like being abandoned in his heart, raised his hand to wipe the corners of his red eyes, followed him, and came outside the bathroom.

Tonight, the worry that had been haunting her appeared again.

Originally, she just guessed that the few manuscripts of piano scores that recorded her past exchanges with Lu Jianzhi caused trouble.

At this moment, she was certain.

Li Mu misunderstood because of the manuscript, and because of Lu Huanzhi's provocation on the street that day after he came back, plus his own carelessness and negligence.

He really annoyed her.

But what surprised her was that his reaction was so great.

She really didn't expect this.

She waited outside for a while, but didn't hear any noise from him, so she went in and saw him leaning against the tub, with a tired look on his face, eyes closed, motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.

She knew he wasn't asleep. He mustered up his courage to come behind him, rolled up his sleeves, took out the towel floating in the water, wiped his back slowly for him, and asked in a low voice, "Lang Jun, you are mad at me. ?"

He didn't answer or move.

Luoshen continued to wipe his body for him.

"Those piano scores are from a long time ago. You can see that the paper has turned yellow."

"Lang Jun, you know. Brother Lu and I have known each other since childhood. He also plays the piano. When I compose music, sometimes I send him to ask him to comment. I didn't know Lang Jun at that time."

"As for the manuscripts that are still in my house today, it's not that I am obsessed with the past, but I have always had the habit of collecting them. The manuscripts are there, and over time, I have forgotten them, and I have never put them away..."

"I took it all at night, it's clean! If you don't believe me, you can go and see for yourself..."

He still didn't respond.

There was a hint of confusion in my heart again.

She froze her sore eyes and continued: "Lang Jun, sometimes I say hello to Brother Lu in front of you, not because I dislike you. It's my fault for being too careless. Lang Jun is a man who stands up to the sky, and he treats Ami like this again. Well, in Ami's heart, you are the only one..."

She threw away the towel, and regardless of whether the water on him would wet her, a pair of jade arms reached out from behind, hugging his shoulders and neck tightly, her palms on his chest, her face pressed He came over, kissed his earlobe lightly, rubbed his ear temples together, and prayed softly: "Lang Jun, Ami only loves you. If Ami does something bad and makes you angry, just tell me. I'll change it. Don't misunderstand Ami, and don't be angry with Ami, okay?"

He couldn't hear it. Behind her, her soft voice was clearly filled with a faint cry that she was holding back.

He felt that soft and warm body pressed against the skin of his shoulders and neck, which was cold to the bones by the heavy rain, and his ears were gently brushed by her lips.

A shudder of goose bumps emerged from the skin on the neck and shoulders that was close to hers.

He felt chills stand up and spread rapidly down, all over his submerged limbs.

The little hand was soothing again, gently caressing his chest.

His covered eyelashes trembled, raised his hand, and pressed the hand that was swimming in front of his chest.

"Lang Jun, please..."

She has a meal.

Her soft voice was heard again in her ears.

Li Mu opened his eyes, made a "crash", stood up from the water, stepped out of the tub, hugged her, walked out of the bathroom, and pressed her onto the bed.

He finally forgave her unintentional loss!

The moment he just pressed up, Luoshen, with full of relief and joy, meekly greeted the request from him.

But soon, she felt something was wrong.

He hurt her again and didn't say anything, and he was extremely rude to her. With red eyes and a ferocious face, like a beast, without saying a word, he restrained her under his body, using all his means, tormenting her like a torment.

Luoshen began to feel scared, even more puzzled and wronged.

She really doesn't understand.

It's not that he didn't know about the previous exchanges between the two Gaolu families. She and Lu Jianzhi also had a relationship in the past

Why is he so brooding,

Ever since she learned that he had left without telling her tonight, the fear and helplessness that haunted her gradually drowned her.

She began to struggle, refuse, and resist, but that little strength, in front of him, not only was as tiny as an ant, unable to shake his giant tree, but it caused him to be treated more and more wildly.

She gave up her resistance and let him play with it and do whatever she wanted. When he was forcibly pushed back against the edge of the bed and forced to arch up to meet him, tears could no longer be contained, and rolled down from the eyes that had already been suffocated with red. In the mattress, I cried silently.

She bit her lip, trying to hold it back, but the tears grew more and more, and her shoulders twitched. If it weren't for the fact that one of his hands was still behind her around her waist, she would have been paralyzed by the strong hold.

Tears soon wet the mattress under his face.

The night rain was still fast, pouring on the banana leaves in the courtyard outside the window.

Suddenly, he slowed down until he stopped. Slowly, his five fingers loosened his wet and slippery waist covered in cold sweat, left her, turned over, and lay on her back on her side, gasping for breath.

Losing the support from him, her body immediately softened and she lay on the bed weakly, only the two snow-white shoulders covered with messy black hair trembled, like a jade butterfly with broken wings.

Li Mu raised his arms and pressed his face tightly. After a while, his breathing subsided, and he said, "I will return to Yicheng in two days. You are ready to leave and follow me." After speaking, he turned over from the bed and got up. , put on his clothes, and walked out of the inner room.

The servants and maids of the Gao family had all gone to sleep. There were no lights in the outhouse, it was dark. Li Mu sat on the threshold, facing the rain curtain in the dark courtyard, looking at the row of water column in front of the eaves porch, falling like a waterfall, his figure was motionless.

The rain was caught by the wind, constantly drifting in from outside the eaves and porch, and floated on his face like a cow's hair.

The cold and damp wind in the second half of the night finally made his forehead, which was scalding like a fire, slowly lowered the temperature.

A moment ago, when she was treated with no pity by him, the helpless and fearful appearance she had endured crying, all the bad mood accumulated this night suddenly turned into a deep self-loathing. .

He regretted why he was so stupid and had to find someone to solve the piano score for him.

If he hadn't heard the musician's explanation, he could have told himself that everything was just Lu Huanzhi's malicious slander.

Even if she and Lu Jianzhi, who was far away in Jiaozhou at that time, had exchanges with wild geese again, it was just the exchanges of old bosom friends, such as Boya Zhongqi, which had nothing to do with the wind and moon.

Then things are over.

He couldn't do it so generously. There is a thorn in the heart that cannot be removed.

He remembered clearly that just before she gave Lu Jianzhi this sheet music, the two of them had just consummated their marriage, and they were tender and sweet, like glue.

Behind him, she experienced a life and death with him, and even killed someone for him.

She also accompanies him, climbs the rivers and mountains together, and watches the spring tide at night.

That night on the spring river, the moon and flowers were hazy, and the waves went east. Under his feet, Jiang Zhu, the most spectacular tide he had ever seen in his life, and above his head, there was also the most moving hazy moonlight, and she leaned on his side, overlooking Jiangbei, listening to fisherman songs with him, and sharing the river. wind.

At that moment, there is no oath, more than an oath. He thought of the day he died of old age, and he probably wouldn't forget the moonlit night over the spring river that he spent with her.

However, not long after that night passed, she was forcibly taken away from him by her father, and then she had this piano score that she gave to Lu Jianzhi, who was far away in Jiaozhou.

Perhaps this is what made him feel like he was stuck in his throat, unable to let go.

When he first came back tonight, he could have asked her personally and asked her for evidence.

But he didn't have the courage to face her directly. Instead, find someone to decipher the spectrum for him.

He hoped that someone could prove to him that the past between her and Lu Jianzhi was really completely broken, and it had nothing to do with Fengyue anymore.

Hope, however, was ruthlessly broken.

With a sound of "crash la la", the plantain in the courtyard was suddenly broken by a strong wind, and fell to the ground feebly.

A thin, suppressed whimper, in the rapid rustling sound of the rain hitting the banana leaves, faintly entered his ears.

Accompanied by the intermittent whimper, in front of his eyes, it seemed that a moment ago, she stopped struggling, panicked and helpless, silently weeping,

Li Mu felt that his heart was also soaked by the boundless Xiaoxiao night rain. From the inside to the outside, no matter what method he used, he could no longer wring it out.

He closed his eyes, raised his hand, wiped the wet mist on his face, got up from the threshold, followed the heartbroken whimper, and slowly returned to her side.

He stood in front of the bed, staring at her silently by the faint faintness of the few inches of the night light by the bedside.

The bed was messy. She was still the same as before he left, lying there, her body curled into a ball, revealing a thin, slightly trembling snow-white back. Tears were strewn across the mattress pressed against his face.

Hearing his footsteps coming back, she immediately stopped sobbing.

Li Mu leaned over, tried to reach out to her, and touched her lightly.

"Ami... it's my fault... I'm a bastard..."

His voice was hoarse.

She curled up tighter.

Touching her fingertips, she felt her body, wet and cold.

Li Mu immediately climbed into the bed, took her tear-stained face out of the mattress, wiped away her tears, and tried to hold her in his arms.

She closed her eyes that were red and swollen from crying, and kept shrinking inward, avoiding his hand, not letting him touch, until she shrank to the innermost side of the bed, with nowhere to go, and was finally carried back by him in the arms.

Li Mu wrapped her body with the quilt, like holding a frightened child, kept kissing her, and whispered comfort in her ear.

"I'm such a bastard. If you forgive me..."

He kept begging her to forgive him for being a jerk.

Luo Shen struggled at first, and gradually, as if he had no strength, shrank in his arms and closed his eyes and wept silently, suddenly stretched out his hand, hugged his waist tightly, buried his face in his arms, and choked: "Lang Are you mad at me tonight for Brother Lu? I really only love Langjun in my heart. Langjun is so cruel to me? "

At the moment when she reached out and hugged again, the bad mood that had tortured Li Mu for almost the whole night suddenly receded.

He felt himself suddenly relieved.

Just let it go, don't worry about this book of piano scores that she wrote more than a year ago.

If things have long since changed. Even though she read Lu Jianzhi at that time, but now, it is no longer the mood when she composed the music. She really only loves him as she said, so why should he be cocooning himself, not letting go of her or himself?

And if, deep in her heart, she still quietly recites Lu Jianzhi, the deceased husband she had guarded for him for many years in her previous life, the first love in this life, then it is also human nature. After all, he had already forced her to marry her regardless of her wishes. Now force her again. What is he?

She was good enough for him. In this life, as long as she has him in her heart and is willing to stay by his side like this, why should he care about the people or things beside her?

"I know, I know...it's me jerk..."

The corners of Li Mu's eyes were flushed, and he hugged her even tighter, kissing her red and swollen eyelids indiscriminately, constantly scolding himself.

Luoshen's heart, which had been riddled with tears, finally recovered slowly under Lang Jun's gentle comfort and self-blame.

She curled up softly in Li Mu's arms and said in a low voice, "Langjun, after you come back, I know you are a little unhappy. What's wrong with you?"

After she asked, she didn't hear the answer for a long time, opened her eyes and stared at him: "Lang Jun?"

Li Mu finally said, "Ami, I don't like this imperial city."

His voice was hoarse and his tone was condensed.

Luo Shen immediately said: "I listen to you! I don't want to stay here anymore!"

Li Mu stared at her, raised his hand to wipe a tear from the corner of her eye, lowered his head, kissed her mouth, took her, and lay down with his head.

The night rain outside the window gradually subsided, and I do not know when, it quietly stopped.