It is said that Huo Xiaoyu was born into a rich family, his father was King Huo, and his mother was a favorite maid in the royal palace. It is reasonable to say that she can live a life of rich and noble people. However, there was no if, and later when King Huo died, Huo Xiaoyu and her mother went into exile, and forced by life, she became a singer who leaned on the door and sold laughter.
Under the careful cultivation of her mother, Huo Xiaoyu has a beautiful face and is very moving, she can sing and dance, and she also has a deep attainment in poetry. The hardships of life forced her to become a kabuki. Such a beautiful and lovely talented woman has naturally become the object of pursuit by literati and scholars.
Most of the dusty women rarely have such a sobriety, they may have already compromised to fate and become the playthings in the hands of those men. However, Huo Xiaoyu did not, she knew that she was waiting for someone worthy of her love. Until one day she met Li Yi, a man who was only named in the capital.
Li Yi grew up in the desolate Longxi, which was once the place where the Han and Tang Dynasties fought, thus leaving many remnants of the war. As a child, Li Yi often visited these ancient war relics to pay homage to the ancient heroes who had once conquered the battlefield. These life experiences inspired Li Yi's poetry, and he wrote a large number of nostalgic poems.
Gradually, Huo Xiaoyu also heard his name. She gently opened her lips and sang his "Jiangnan Song" gently and melodiously: "Marry Qu Tangjia, and take a concubine in the dynasty." I knew that the tide had a letter and married the tide. ”
In just twenty words, it expressed the helpless loneliness of the boudoir woman. Huo Xiaoyu was an amorous woman, she looked at her coldly, but she did not dare to easily promise her heart, but for Li Yi, she saw an understanding and gentle man.
With the help of the neighbors, the two finally met. She was as beautiful as a flower; he, Sven Ruya, was as imagined. The two of them talked about wine happily, and they talked endlessly about each other and told their hearts endlessly. This is a real beauty of the day, like a beautiful flower. He and she were so harmonious, how nice it would be if time could stop in these short two years. He would always be the Li Shilang that Huo Xiaoyu loved. Time flies, time passes, and it seems that their fate is also passing. He was leaving, he was going to Zheng County as an official. Perhaps Huo Xiaoyu deeply understands that men are like kites in their hands, easy to put and difficult to collect, and when he is leaving, she is worried about Zhongzhong, afraid that he will change his heart. Her eyes reflected his eyebrows, and as he danced about his future life, she revealed an unnatural smile. He saw her worries, so he wrote down a vow of dishonorability with a stroke of his pen.
Maybe, he hadn't thought about being negative, maybe, he really wanted to grow old with her. It's just that we are all too naïve to think that the words we have said and the vows we have made are as firm as a rock, but no matter how uncertain things are, we ourselves cannot fight against fate.
After Li Yi reported to his post, he returned to his hometown and relatives. His parents had already hired him for a marriage. Li Yi did not dare to disobey his parents' will and was forced to accept the marriage. He knew that the daughter of the Lu family was knowledgeable and beautiful and dignified, and the marriage between the two families would also help his career. So, gradually, he accepted this arrangement calmly, and was a little pleased. Chang'an City, the eager Huo Xiaoyu to him, eventually became a dream in the wind and snow moon.
Should he be blamed? It seems that his choice is not wrong, and it is humiliating for a prostitute's woman to marry back. Perhaps, if he didn't love enough, he could gradually forget her.
For a year, she sold her assets and inquired from many parties, but Li Yi had no news. Her heart flowers withered. Later, she finally knew about him. For her, it was the most fatal blow. She was sick, sick and angry. She chanted Li Yi's name day and night, affectionate and poignant, and the listener was moved.
Someone once told Li Yi about Huo Xiaoyu's recent situation, and his mind seemed to come up with her face, and he felt sorry in his heart. However, thinking that he already had a family, it would not help to see her again. Perhaps Li Yi did not want to see the sadness of the woman he owed, or perhaps he could not bear to recall her more sad past, and his heart of visitation was shelved.
However, in Chang'an City, the story of Bo Xinglang, an infatuated woman, has already spread to every corner. People deeply pitied this poor woman and mostly condemned Li Yi. Finally, a chivalrous guest forcibly brought Li Yi to poor Huo Xiaoyu's bed when he went out to the spring.
This chivalrous guest and Li Yi did not know each other, perhaps they could not bear to let a generation of red faces and hate pass away, so they saw that the road was uneven and drew their swords to help. Li Yi saw that the people in the past were now extremely haggard, and for a while they were full of regrets, and those dusty past events reappeared in his mind. However, today is different from the past, just like the broken mirror is difficult to round, and it is difficult to harvest the water. Some things, once they happen, never go back to the beginning. Just like Li Yi today, he has already become someone else's husband.
Perhaps, at this moment, it is useless to say more, and it will only make each other more painful. He condemned himself in his heart, but he could not promise her anything more.
The saddest thing in this world is that the former lover now regards the other person as a stranger. We can guess the beginning, but often we can't guess the ending.
She didn't even cry, a truly desperate woman, staring for a long time at the man she once loved. After a long silence, it finally turned into a condemnation with blood and tears: "As a woman, my life is like this. You are a big husband, and you are so negative. Poor me, I am beautiful and young, and I die with hatred. The loving mother was in the church and could not provide for her from now on; the musical instrument was left forever. Walking towards Huangquan with pain, you caused it! Li Jun, Li Jun, now Yong Ti. After I die, I will be a powerful ghost, and your wives and concubines will not be at peace all the time!" She put a glass of wine on the ground, and everything was like the wine in the glass, and it was difficult to collect the water. At that moment, she fell to the ground and died, and the beauty died.
Huo Xiaoyu had left, and he was also relieved. The one left behind is the one who suffers the most. Since then, Li Yi has never felt the joy of a day again. He was often in a trance, and in the rest of his life, he could never forget that there was a beautiful woman who died for her, and he could not forget her words before she died, her determined look. In this love, who is the one who hurts the most?
In countless dark nights, he frantically thought of the woman with the picturesque eyebrows, love is spiritual opium, can't stop, the more he wants to forget, the more he remembers. What is the pain of cutting bones in exchange for what? All kinds of regret and all kinds of pain can only be turned into sighs: "From now on, I have no heart to love a good night, let him go down to the West Building with a bright moon." The seeds of emotional wounds have taken root in this cowardly man, and from then on, there will be no more beautiful scenery in life, just like this with apologies to you, love for you, until the end of life.