Shen Yi's Darkness and Depression

Chapter 8 Duanyang Festival

Yun Wan watched the timid backs of the two little maids disappear around the corner, and she was still worried about how Yu Chen would react if she knew about it, he must be very worried, worried about the situation of the master, he must also be very angry, angry Why do I have to hide it from him.

It would be great if Youchen was still that innocent child who didn't know how the world changes and what sadness is.If Youchen really only wanted to have fun all day long without knowing the sorrow, Yunwan wouldn't need to delay and lie so cautiously, what if he loses his temper again and refuses to eat or drink?
If it is possible, even if it is telling lies for a lifetime, even if it is suffering a lifetime, as long as it can be exchanged for Youchen's flawless smile, Yunwan will be willing to bear the suffering of his heart. As a sister, she just wants to hold up a small piece of sky for him , allowing him to enjoy the sunshine unscrupulously without being shrouded in haze.

The beauty that can be imagined is not worth the cruelty of reality. Youchen will still experience the baptism of pain, and then gradually grow into a strong man, and gradually sharpen a resolute heart.

Xueqing saw the lonely figure sitting on the armchair from a distance, she knew that it must be Miss, and she also knew that Miss must not want to be disturbed now.

"Sister Yunwan, it's getting late, don't catch a cold." Xue Qing put the feather gauze robe on Yun Wan's body as she spoke. Qing felt very uncomfortable, she didn't know how to untie the young lady's frown, she hadn't seen the young lady's warm smile for a long time.

Xueqing had too many comforting words buried in her heart, but she didn't know how to say them. At this moment, all she could do was silently accompany her.

"Xueqing, tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, right? Why isn't there a festive atmosphere in the house?" Yun Wan's voice was slightly hoarse, revealing a trace of melancholy, sorrow, or a faint lingering sadness.

"Maybe Uncle Cao is too worried about the master these days and forgets about the festival. I will remind him to prepare for it right away." It is rare that Yunwan still remembers the Duanyang Festival. Xueqing suddenly became interested and wanted to help Uncle Cao arrange a good holiday.

"Well, go, remember to tell You Chen to go to Lingkong Temple to pray for blessings tomorrow morning, and by the way, I won't go to his place tonight." After Yun Wan finished speaking, she entered the room, enduring the numbness in her lower limbs to relieve her pain. Slowly walk to the bed.

Pulling down the goose-yellow embroidered curtain and lying down quietly, Yun Wan stared at the patterns on the bed frame motionlessly, inlaid with sapphire blue decorative jades like teardrops that aroused pity. The burning pain made her unable to sleep, and she knew that this would be another long sleepless night.

The first ray of morning light drove away the lingering night, and Yun Wan finally saw the image in the bronze mirror clearly. Her fluffy and messy hair, empty eyes, pale and dull face, and lifeless expression really made her feel sad. I was startled, how could I be so haggard without dressing up for a few days?
Yun Wan wondered why she was so tired during this time?Open the closet and pick out a bright red cloud satin dress that shows your face, match it with a white cloud pattern blouse, paint on rouge powder, draw on distant black eyebrows, put on a hanging cloud bun, insert a crystal jade tassel hairpin, and hang a shallow arc. The smiling face of the whole person is like a spring breeze blowing over a peach face.

"Miss, are you awake?" Xue Qing pushed the door open with sleepy eyes, Yun Wan wanted to laugh when she saw that this girl was actually more haggard than herself.

"Well, I woke up early. I've finished grooming. Go and remind the young master, and then ask Uncle Cao if the car is ready? Remember to remind him to pack more incense money." Every year on the Duanyang Festival, Lingkong Temple's first The sticks of incense are reserved for Duanmu Mansion.

The old lady got used to this old custom when she was alive, and she persisted in the old man's life. Even if the old man is not around now, the stick of incense still has to be burnt.

Those who should pay homage must pay homage, and the rules that should be observed must be followed. If habits and old customs are really lost, there will be nothing more than the fetters and concerns between the deceased and the world.

While waiting, Yun Wan looked at the person in the mirror carefully, and felt that something was missing. She only remembered it when she caught sight of the exquisite golden nanmu makeup box on the dressing table from the corner of her eye. My favorite jewelry collection on weekdays.

So Yun Wan chose a pair of elegant white sapphire earrings and put them on. Seeing the exquisite butterfly carvings on them dance gracefully and beautifully with the force of her turning her head, Yun Wan nodded in satisfaction and murmured He said: "Tsk, this should be the familiar Duanmu Yunwan~"

She thought, if her father saw herself so soft, so delicate, and so radiant now, he would definitely smile a little to herself, just because the person in front of her was very much like the woman who made him miss him so much. The woman who was supposed to accompany him but left early, the woman with similar eyes, similar expression and similar makeup.

Appearance is nothing more than likeness and unlikeness, likeness is cherished, and it can also be sympathetic to each other; love is nothing more than clear and unclear, clearness means meaning, and it can also be affectionate.

(End of this chapter)