1. A woman with two names
The public is angry, and the red lips are lonely.
The iron cavalry rushed out, and the red door was tightly closed.
Does Zhu Gonghou know the loneliness of Su Jiang's lips?
Ignorance.
So who knows? Does anyone know? Who cares about my water-like thoughts in this watery moonlight?
...
Su Jiang's lips pondered under the moon.
Su Jiangli is a woman with two names, one is 'Crimson Lips' - "Crimson Lips, Crimson Lips", Zhu Gonghou's voice shouted loudly at the banquet in the Huatang Hall, when the curtain was lowered, in the singing and dancing Fang Ning, and in the peach and red willow charm, he spoiled her, and the word "Crimson Lips" was accompanied by the envy of others, the jealousy of moth eyebrows, and the admiration of people in Nanchang City, flying all the time in Zhu Gong's Mansion. At that time, the wine in the cup shook, and the eyes of Su Jiang's lips became the same kind of ripple.
It's just that no one will pay attention to the drunkenness after the flood.
It was as if no one would pay attention to the calmness behind the crimson lips and the charm of being tired.
It's just another name that hasn't been called for a long time - Su Jianglip sighed.
"Crimson lips, crimson lips".
Zhu Gonghou's voice sounded in the joyful fish and water and the stack of quilts and pillows.
Su Jiang's lips generally just listened quietly - he didn't know, he would never know, at that time, she was so calm that he called another woman.
A thirteen-year-old entered the house, was trained by a teacher he sent to sing and dance, and then met him by chance, and was stayed by him for a night, and then when he met again, he was amazed, given the name 'Crimson Lips', and later allocated a courtyard for the woman she lived in.
After the dream, the tower was locked and the curtain was sluggish, Zhu Gonghou fell asleep in extreme joy, snoring softly, at that time, Su Jiang's lips were always open, open, and kept open. They often go to bed in the afternoon, and she often keeps her eyes open until sunset.
——Is the woman called 'Crimson Lips' her? She asked herself, and she heard a long-imprisoned and unreleased self crying deep in her heart, and the thirteen-year-old self who had never had the opportunity to grow up was crying.
So, on this silent night, outside the willow flowers, she was dressed in a thin shirt, and when the cool breeze first rose, she would try to hear a force in the darkness that mentioned her other name: "Ruoyan, Ruoyan...
The wind was mixed, and she couldn't hear the shouts. "Ruoyan, Ruoyan..."
Two tears fell from Su Jiang's lips.
Dripping into the sound of the wind and water.
2. Xiao Zai
Xiao Zai's person is like his name, not outstanding.
But it may be that you didn't look closely, if you look closely, he is such a nineteen-year-old boy, such a childish nose, lonely lips, cool eyes, and slanted eyebrows...
You will see a kind of show.
That's - Gu Xiu.
Show in the bones.
But what about looking deeper?
Xiao Zaifen cut flowers in Su Jiangli's courtyard, and also sprinkled and swept them. Since he came, the flowers have not become more colorful, but the leaves have grown more colorfully; The birds chirped not much, but they flew lively. The wind flowed between his fingers, he rarely spoke, but the wind was afraid that he would be lonely, so he deliberately played with him, tugging at his clothes and ruffling his hair, and his eyebrows were like mountains in the wind.
This is a lonely child. It didn't take long for people up and down to make a good impression of him, because he was a silent and non-aggressive person.
There are not many people like this in Zhu Gong's mansion.
Therefore, Xiao Zai became an invisible air. Everyone knows he is, but everyone doesn't know where he is. Everyone doesn't think he hates him, even a little likable, and everyone has no problem with him.
Xiao Zai lives in the courtyard of Su Jiangli.
That courtyard is called - Pear Blossom Courtyard.
3. Cherish, like a worm crawling into a woman's heart
Su Jiang's lips regarded Xiao Zai as a little brother. After all, his grandfather died for her.
She is lonely in her heart, and she would rather have such a little brother.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have gone into the flower room that night.
When she walked into the flower room, the flower room was full of silver-like moonlight evenly sifted by the bamboo curtain, and it was colorful by the flowers and leaves.
Xiao Zaizheng fell asleep very sweetly and obediently, and the quilt covered him very obediently, really like an obedient little brother. At this time, Su Jianglip saw one of his feet exposed outside the quilt.
Feet in the moonlight.
Su Jiang's lips wanted to cover him, her feet were cold and easy to catch a cold, but she was stunned.
The foot was so thin, clear, and weakly stretched out there, and a thumb was slightly raised, and on it was such a thin and hard wrist, it was exposed white outside the quilt, as if it was telling something, affecting the deepest part of Su Jiang's lips.
A child, a dream?
Su Jiang's lips suddenly felt a pain in his heart.
——Unfortunately, crawled into a woman's heart like a worm, found the weakest point and took a bite.
No one can avoid it, let alone a woman.
But that pain has a bit of happiness.