Let me grow my hair up to my waist for you

Tuoba Jie couldn't continue playing the flute several times when he was sad, he was like a madman, sitting in front of Sikong Xin's tomb day and night, except for drinking, he played the flute, his whole person looked extraordinarily decadent.

Tuoba Fugui is the old housekeeper in the mansion, he almost watched Tuoba Jie grow up, now, seeing Tuoba Jie humiliating himself like this, he feels uncomfortable.

On this day, Tuoba Fugui came to Sikong Xin's tomb with food, and Tuoba Jie was still there. During this time, because he only drank, he lost a lot of weight, and his unmanaged hair looked messy. His handsome face was also covered with beards, making him look like a beggar on the side of the road.

"General, why don't you eat something? How can you bear your body like this? Even if Madam is alive in heaven, I definitely can't bear to see you ruining your body like this."

Tuoba Fugui tried hard to persuade, but it was a pity that Tuoba Jie didn't listen to these words as if he had completely lost his hearing. He really felt extremely painful, and every day he was alive now was a kind of pain for him. torment.

Sometimes Tuoba Jie would think, perhaps, this is God's punishment for him, who made him not know people clearly, listened and believed, and didn't even recognize his lover.

"Housekeeper, you go back first, I'm fine, I still want to stay here alone for a while."

"But……"

"I have a sense of proportion. What's more, I'm making atonement. How can I leave at will?"

After Tuoba Jie finished speaking, he picked up the piccolo again and played it slowly. Even an old man like Tuoba Fugui couldn't help crying when he heard the sad and lingering tune.

……

The sky was as blue as a wash, and white clouds drifted leisurely in the vast and distant horizon.

This is a quiet valley. From a distance, it looks like a layer of green tulle covering the surrounding area. It is the forests in the mountains. Not far away, the stream is gurgling, the stream is crystal clear, and there are scattered wild flowers all around. .

The sun warmly shone into the bamboo hut by the stream. In the clean and tidy bamboo hut, an elegant man gently wiped the forehead of the woman on the couch. This woman was obviously the dead Sikong Xin.

Sikong Xin didn't sleep very peacefully, her brows were tightly frowned, as if she had dreamed of something bad, the man sighed, and covered her cheeks again with the warm towel.

It seemed that the warm water temperature made Sikong Xin gradually calm down. At the same time, her butterfly-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Sikong Xin still hadn't come to her senses, but when her eyes touched the person in front of her, she regained her sanity in an instant, and she blinked, a little in disbelief, "Brother Dashan?"

"Xin'er, you finally woke up. Is there any discomfort?"

Sikong was still a little confused, Quan Dashan was the captain of the bodyguard in the prime minister's mansion, and also her elder brother who grew up with her childhood sweetheart, but isn't she already dead?

Could it be that her soul couldn't let go of her father and brother Dashan, so she returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion on purpose?

But soon, Sikong Xin dispelled her guess, because she discovered that this was not the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Seeing Sikong Xin still in a daze, Quan Dashan didn't urge him, but just waited quietly, they had been waiting for so long, and they didn't care about this moment.

After a long time, Sikong Xin finally came to his senses, "Brother Dashan, haven't I...why am I here?"

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