京华烟云《欠我一个来世》

Mannia cried out and held Pingya fast her eyes moist. Pingya got up from the ground crestfallen and then he raised his eyes and saw Mannia looking at him sharing his sorrow.

"I told you to stop it and you wouldn't. It was unfair" she said.

Then for the first time he realized how beautiful Mannia was her eyes dark and expressive with youthful ardor and shadowed now by her long moist lashes.

"It is a little thing" he said to her. "Do you cry for that?"

"You should have listened to me" said Mannia.

"I will next time" said Pingya.

He stretched out his hand and held hers which he should not have done. The gentle pressure of their two hands awakened an emotion that lasted a lifetime.

有惊鸟刺破透明的天空，善良心疼了两个人。你的手心有一种温暖，仿佛是我从来就记得的。但只是这张清瘦的脸，怎么会让日子都光辉到可怕？我才刚刚，刚刚，盈步踏进命运，就与你撞了满怀。从此再也没分开。没来得及懂得什么是爱情，先懂得了你。

失去诚实，失去语言，失去胆怯，也失去勇敢。我不去的天堂，因为你张开手臂就是一整片晴空。小心翼翼，担心幸福会明察秋毫，照进我的卑微，粉身碎骨。你知我天生消极，所以和我共用一寸光阴，专程想念，明媚如你。

我没有说过生生世世，因为这已经是生生世世。

"Why are you so distant and cool toward me?" he asked.

Mannia cast her eyes up. It was a challenge. There was so much she wanted to say but she did not know how to begin. "Pingko" she said after a pause "do not be unjust. After what you have done now for my deceased father Mother and I can never repay you."

"But you are distant" protested Pingya. "At this moment you are still talking the polite language of gratitude! Is it not clear enough that I am doing this all for you that in my heart there is no difference between your family and mine? For you I am willing to wear a three-year mourning not merely a hundred days. If you would only not be so cool and distant from me we could be so good to each other!"

Mannia's resistance was broken within her but she only said with a smile "There is a whole lifetime for us to be good to each other."

你知道吗，想念是一株植物，长在我的心上，盘根错节。

你知道吗，梦见了你浅浅的笑容，甜到生出苦来。

你知道吗，在相伴的一生一世之前，我们必须结绳记下分开的日日夜夜。

请和我一起练习。

存储甜蜜的预期，堆积成内伤。

后来竟然成为信仰，成为我的暮鼓晨钟。

后来竟然忘记失望，忘记我的春夏秋冬。

后来竟然脆弱到坚强，脆弱到我的固若金汤。

后来竟然习惯茹苦爱你。可以不用字句，你一焦躁，我就失去手脚；可以不食烟火，有一种天赋，叫做清白守你。

就算等待千丝万缕，我也要它丝丝入扣。

After the door was closed upon them Mannia sat for a while now looking shyly at Pingya. Her heart beat fast but she could not speak. Pingya stretched his hand toward her and she gave her hand to him and he took it feebly and said "Meimei henceforth you cannot escape from me."

"I shall not even if you drive me away Pingko" said Mannia "I have come to serve you. For my sake you must get well. I will do anything. I can even go without sleep till you are well."

"I am sorry I could not stand up and go through the ceremony with you. You see I am so weak" said Pingya his voice very thin.

"You should not even think of such a thing." said Mannia.

"Was everything all right?"

"Yes everything was all right" she replied.

"Meimei it is hard for you."

"You lie quietly and all will be well."

缘分有没有眼耳口鼻？慈悲微醉。

一个人的婚礼，一个人的三跪九叩，一个人的蜡炬成灰。请你站在我的身边，好让我恨你。

红纱落下，我听见浪漫坍塌，这世上还有什么美丽的誓言全部掉尽铅华。我的一病不起危在旦夕的爱人，吃掉我的眼泪，教我领教个中残忍。坚持不如固执，坚强不如倔强，让我焚成你的香，让我做你的新娘。

有你双手熟悉的温度，赶走害怕。你知道我要的不多，请你好起来，成全我的柔弱，重新环抱我，融化掉那些为了抵抗黑夜而长出来的坚硬和寒冷，安心做你身后的女人。

既然已经相依为命，我不听，不听万一。

Still Mannia kept up her courage. She placed her mouth against Pingya's nose to blow breath into it and when she saw that he was trying to cough up something which caught in his throat and blocked his breath she bent over and literally sucked the lump of mucus out of his mouth. If the gods had hearts they could not have see such a sight and not have saved him. But the gods were blind or deaf or on a holiday far away.

Exactly at midday Pingya died.

Mannia clung to his body calling "Pingko come back" and put her lips to his nostrils again and again to blow her breath into him. Even Pingya's father and mother in their first grief saw that the hopeless pathetic struggle of the bride was more tragic than the death of the bridegroom.

平亚，平亚，平亚，平亚，平亚，平亚，平亚，平亚，平亚。

我以为我还有很多个清晨，睁开眼睛就轻轻叫你，平亚，平亚。我也有淘气的笑，你还不知道。

我想每天在你出门之前为你整理衣衫，扣好每一粒纽扣，再拉平衣襟，温柔地看着你，叫你，平亚，平亚。

我想在院子里陪你看书，大多数时候那里的日光总是晴好，安安静静，我就依偎在你身边，在纸上一遍一遍地写，平亚，平亚。

平亚，你说我们会不会争吵，我一定会哭的。我会一个人躲起来哭着念你的名字，平亚，平亚。然后你就找到我了。

我们还会有一个孩子，你的好脾气难免会溺爱他。我们的孩子会叫你，爸爸，爸爸。我还是叫你，平亚，平亚。

平亚，后来我们一起变得很老，你知道吗，我们一起变得很老，你握着我的手，我会告诉你，平亚，你手心的温度和十六岁的时候一样啊，平亚，平亚。

何不叫我瞎了这眼，就看不到你走！叫我一夜白头，也算厮守！叫我死了心，叫我烂了发肤，告诉我什么痛能大过天人两隔？！天光，雨水，声响，安静，全部变得锋利，如万箭穿心。曾平亚，你好狠的心！

我是笑是哭，称不称命运的意？相见缘是为了以死相逼！

不过一柱红颜的时辰，不过是继续等你，平亚，是人是鬼，我也只做你的妻。

还不了今生，你欠我一个来世。