I think I will never forget that day.

It was almost the hour of You, and the road was surrounded by onlookers. I squatted on the high ground, watching the people pushing and shoving under my feet.

Among so many people, I suddenly saw a child who looked only eleven or twelve years old or even younger.

He wore a long white suit and tried hard to pass through everyone and headed towards Mingtang.

I didn't know what he wanted to do at that time, but when everyone looked east, his figure alone towards the west attracted a little attention from me.

But it was just a little attention, because the sound of gongs and drums in the distance were getting closer - you and Feng Yan's sedan chair were not far away.

I saw the servants of the Feng Mansion constantly approaching, and they pushed open a road among the already crowded people.

Your figure on the horse's back finally emerged on the street corner.

At that moment, even though I, even though I had looked at you in the dark for many times in the past, was still a little stunned when I saw you wearing a wedding dress and robe.

I heard people talking about you.

No one expected you to be so extraordinary.

After the initial amazement, I heard many people laughing and saying that the Feng family is really a sin, and they actually use such a jade man to be their own son-in-law who will sacrifice their lives.

I hate these people's sour and frivolous words. Even if the Feng family really has a so-called curse, I don't believe that such things can hurt you. It is simply a blasphemy to worry about you in such a thing.

So I turned into a style and blew up all the people who talked nonsense.

At that time, I focused on the troubled details in front of me, and did not notice the danger gradually rising behind me. Instead, you suddenly stopped the horse in the distance and ordered the team not to move forward.

Everyone was stunned, including me.

However, the next moment, I understood why you stopped - because I also smelled a scent of sausage from the wind.

The next moment, the earth rumbling.

The hot fire burst out from every window of the Mingtang. Before people could hear the sound, the surrounding buildings were wiped out in the fire.

The huge spire of Mingtang fell - towards the street where you and Feng Yan were, you jumped off the horse's back, picked up Feng Yan in the sedan chair, and jumped elsewhere before the giant tower fell.

The blown-up Mingtang stirred up dozens of feet of dust on the ground.

I looked back at the source of the explosion, trying to figure out what was going on.

Outside the fire, I saw a familiar shadow - the child who was wearing white clothes and heading west against the crowd, vaguely falling into the pile of waste rocks.

He was so close to Mingtang that he could not be alive, but I couldn't explain why, and my eyes were just on him and couldn't leave.

Something is wrong - although I can't tell where it is.

Sure enough, the next moment I saw his body turn into light green fireflies and melt into the firelight.

Only his blood-stained white clothes were left on the ground.

His entire body disappeared.

It took me a long time to truly understand what happened at that time. At that time, I probably would never have imagined that one day I would follow in his footsteps.

This wasn't the worst thing that happened that day.

When you and Feng Yan returned to Feng's mansion, the Feng family's servants hurriedly told you that after hearing the explosion, the master and his wife went out to find you.

Feng Yan's mother, Li, died unexpectedly in the ruins of that day.

It seemed that when I was looking for someone, I didn't notice that there was a dangerous wall behind me. When I realized that, the entire brick wall had already hit her.

Anyway, that day, in the next few months, everything was messy.

The person who changed the most was Bo Feng. He turned white overnight. From the time he was buried to the time he was buried, he was the only person who did not shed tears, but his whole body became lifeless, like a walking corpse.

At the funeral, while Mrs. Feng took Feng Yan to the side to talk alone, several elders of the Feng family who had rarely appeared before suddenly attacked you. They said you were ominous and caused such disasters to the Feng family on the day of the wedding.

Feng Yan's younger brothers were aroused by anger, and Feng Liulang even drew his sword on the spot to ask you to pay your life.

But you said nothing, you sat there silently and accepted everything.

You can't imagine my mood at that time - if Feng Wulang hadn't been in front of you in time and defended his elders and brothers loudly for you, he would rather draw swords at the other people than protect you... I probably wouldn't be able to restrain my anger at all.

Later, Feng Yan and Mrs. Feng came back, and everyone thought nothing had happened.

It was only then that I realized that in the Feng Mansion, the highest status was Mrs. Feng, and the second highest was not Feng Yuandao and Li, or other other brothers.

It's Feng Yan.

In front of her, the few people who had previously made a fuss, dared not do it again.

The funeral was busy for about a month. When everything was settled, Feng Yan became haggard, so did you.

This is the first time I have seen guilt and annoyed look in your eyes. I hate myself so much. I clearly saw the boy in white at that time, why did I let him go?

If I had been more alert at that time, all this... wouldn't have happened.

For half a year after that, Feng Yan was very depressed.

She often holds a Longquan celadon jar and sits in front of the table to get excited. She is very precious to the celadon jar. She carefully wipes it every day and places it next to the table.

During those days, except for the emperor's summons, Feng Yan almost never went out.

Bo Feng left home alone and went to Weilu Mountain. Some people said he had become a monk, some people said he did not, but he never came back. Feng Yan would occasionally go up the mountain to visit with you. Every time he came back, you were always in a long silence and no one said a word.

In the middle of winter, heavy snow.

Seeing that Feng Yan could never get out of this matter, Old Madam Feng took her to the Liufu Garden in Daizong Mountain.

I don’t know what Mrs. Feng took Feng Yan to see, but when Feng Yan came back, she was indeed more energetic than before.

On that snowy night, you sat in front of the charcoal fire in the house, and she suddenly looked at you, "Xingzhen, are you still blaming yourself?"

You nodded, she lowered her head and turned red eyes, then shook her head and said, "...it's not your fault."

That night, when you grind the ink, Feng Yan wrote a lot of words on the paper, and then put them into the charcoal basin one by one.

I didn't dare to get too close, but when I was listening to Feng Yan chanting in a low voice, I heard two lines of poetry. For some reason, I remembered it until now.

One sentence is, "The cypress on the green tomb, the stone in the stream, life in the world is suddenly like a traveler traveling far away."

Another sentence is, "Relatives may be sad, but others have already sang. Where can I say to death? I will be in the same mountain as my body."

"The dead are not completely gone in this world."

I heard Feng Yan whisper to the charcoal fire.
Chapter completed!