右肩上的红梅

十二月，天寒地冻，街上人流匆匆。
忽然，一对行色匆忙的男女，在即将擦肩而过时，不约而同的停下脚步，定定凝望彼此。
“我们，可曾见过？”男人神色迷离、疑惑。
女人不语，笑容淡淡的立于凛冽的寒风之中，犹如傲骨寒梅。
男人叫天南，女人叫小桃，1999年的冬天，他们于街头偶遇，一见倾心，而后结为连理。
新婚夜，天南发现小桃右肩一簇红梅，鲜艳如雪。
天南素来不喜欢纹身画眉的女子，不知为什么，见到小桃肩头红梅的那一刻，心里竟盈着说不出的欢喜。
朦胧间，似乎看见白雪连天里有一间孤零零的小屋，小屋窗前坐了个书生，笑意融融的看着窗外一株枝桠光秃秃的桃树。
咦，桃树？天南不觉哑然失笑，看见红梅，臆想到光秃秃的桃树？我这也算异想天开了吧？ “想起什么了？那么入神。
”小桃侧躺在床上，柔声笑问，玉骨冰肌，更胜雪中寒梅。
“没什么。
”天南摇摇头，赶走盘踞在脑海里的奇怪画面。
小桃意味深长的望着天南，媚眼如丝，美艳的让天南迷失了心智。
一夜贪欢，方知何为春宵苦短。
第一楼阳光透过窗子照射进来时，天南就醒了，睁着眼躺在床上，思绪凌乱，根本无心睡眠。
昨夜的小桃情至深处，喃喃的名字是“水寒”，那一刻，天南闭上了眼，假装没有听见。
两个人彼此相遇前，或多或少都会带着一些从前的故事，藏在心底深处，无法忘怀。
天南是个体贴的男人，不想质问睡眠，以免得小桃难堪。
他想，总有一天，她情不自禁时，喊的人会是“天南，”而非“水寒”。
然而，天南想错了，以后的夜夜梦呓，小桃喊的人只是水寒，只有水寒。
水寒这两个字，像一根刺，刺进天南心里最柔软的地方。
“小桃，谁是水寒？”天南终于忍不住问道。
“水寒，是这世上我最爱的男人。
”小桃调皮的笑，看着天南眼里，藏着深情款款。
“那我呢？”小桃的答案刺的天南快要疼死了，却仍是不死心的问道。
“你啊。
”小桃咬着唇笑，羞于启齿的样子。
“我什么啊？”天南急了。
“你是我今生最华美的一场梦。
”小桃痴痴的抚摸着天南俊美的脸。
天南沉默了，心里翻江倒海：我竟然只是她的一场梦么？天南变得忧伤起来，尤其是看见小桃右肩的红梅时，心越发的疼了：这恐怕是为水寒纹上去的吧？天南啊天南，你为什么要叫天南，不叫水寒？天南的不快乐，小桃自然看得见，她想方设法的逗天南开心。
“天南，天南，你看。
”小桃浑身脏兮兮的，脸上沾了许多墨汁，快活的举着一张纸送到天南面前。
看到小花猫一样的小桃，天南笑了。
低头看小桃递来的东西时，天南的脸色变得不自然起来，脸上的肌肉扭曲着，似是在哭，又像是在笑：小桃递来的纸上用墨汁画着天南的模样，可是，旁边题的名字却是，水寒。
“小桃，我和水寒是不是有一张一模一样的脸？”天南问。
“当然是一模一样的，不然我如何找得到你？”小桃话里有话，可天南心在疼，听不出来。
原来，我只是水寒的替身么？天南悲哀的想。
小桃没有觉察到天南的哀伤，她夜间依然低语着唤‘水寒，水寒’甚至于白天也会扯着天南的袖子喊‘水寒，水寒’。
天南愤怒的甩开小桃，他喊，“我是天南，不是你的水寒。
” 小桃一脸疑惑，“怎么会不是呢，天南就是水寒，水寒就是天南呀！” 原来，我真的只是一个替身。
天南的心死了，被水寒这两个字焚成了灰。
一月初一，冬天的第一场雪来了。
小桃穿了一身红艳，走到屋外，漫步雪间。
摊开手掌接雪花的小桃，就像寒冬里无畏冰雪，怒然盛放的梅花。
天南见了，并不欢喜，越发的疼了。
小桃右肩的红梅成了天南心底最深的痛：小桃，那么柔软的名字，怕是从前也是个温软的女子，是为了水寒，如今才变得如隆冬寒梅，傲骨铮铮么？天南越来越不快活，食不知味，夜不能寐，身体迅速萧条下去。
天上第二次飘起雪花时，天南病倒了，执意不肯去，转眼间，已是形消骨瘦。
“天南。
。
。
”小桃扑在天南身上，哭的泪雨滂沱。
“小桃，告诉我，水寒到底哪里比我好？”天南低语问道。
“天南就是你呀！”小桃悲悲戚戚，颤抖着食指拭了一滴泪，送进天南口中。
泪水入口，天南的神智一下子清明起来。
上一世，天南是个书生，名叫水寒。
曾考过功名，却因看不惯官场黑暗，辞官隐居。
水寒在空旷的郊外盖了一间小屋。
每日读书吟诗，快活逍遥，祖上留下的钱财，倒也可以使他一生不必挨饿。
小桃，是一株桃树，就长在水寒的窗前。
初时水寒原准备砍了桃树，种一株红梅的，犹豫了几回，终是狠不下心为了一株梅杀死一株桃树。
小桃，就这样留在了水寒窗前，阳春三月，水寒也曾赞过桃花的美好。
隆冬时节，小桃听到的却是水寒因没能种一株红梅而发出的更多感慨。
水寒抚摸着小桃光秃秃的枝干，叹息，“你若是株梅树多好！大雪连天，凌霜傲寒，在这一片白中，独绽娇艳！” 后来，水寒渐渐老了，踏上了黄泉路。
却把一簇红梅留给了小桃，小桃望着水寒苍老的容颜，痴痴的叹，“红梅，已镂进我心底，已刻上我右肩，你可曾看见？天南懊悔，是呵，天南你可曾看见？是你，把这红梅一字字，一句句，镂在她心底；是你，把这红梅生生刻上了她的右肩！你怎么就忘了？一碗孟婆汤，竟然就让你忘了她么？ “小桃，等我，下一世，我绝不会再忘了你。
”天南气息微弱，却吐字清晰。
“嗯，下一世，我还会找到你的。
”小桃含泪点头，看天南缓缓闭上双眼。
心里刺刺的疼：如何有来世？小桃只是一株桃树，没有什么高深的法力，挣脱轮回，投身人世，避过那碗让人忘情的孟婆汤，已耗尽她毕生的灵气呵。
“可是，没有关系的，天南，这一世你会忘，下一世你也可以忘了小桃的。
喝下孟婆汤，你就可以安心投胎，不会再记起小桃，不会再痛了。
” 小桃握着天南逐渐冰冷的手，低语呢喃。
眸中有泪缓缓流出，滴落在天南手背上，凄红如血。

Introduce:In December, the day freezes coldly, the stream of people on the street is hasty.
Suddenly, the men and women of haste of a pair of circumstances or style of departure, shortly will brush a shoulder and outdated, happen to coincide stop offal pace, gaze at each other surely surely.
"We, can have ever you seen? " man expression is blurred, interrogative.
Woman not language, smile stands lightly at brisk cold wind in, be just as cold plum of lofty and unyielding character.
The man makes a day south, the woman makes little a peach-shaped thing, the winter 1999, they at street come across, see admire, written guarantee after that to connect manage.
Newly-married night, red plum of tuft of right shoulder of little a peach-shaped thing discovers south the day, be like snow colourfully.
The always austral the day does not like to tattoo the skin the woman of thrush, do not know why, see red plum of head of shoulder of little a peach-shaped thing that momently, there is inarticulate to jubilate unexpectedly in the heart.
Hazy, see there is a lone hut in white snow reaching the sky it seems that, a student took before hut window, the peach of the bald of branch of the one individual plant outside looking at a window that the smile happies and harmonious.
Well, peach? Do not become aware south the day can't help laughing, see Gong Mei, does chest think of the peach of bald? I do this also calculate a kick in one's gallop? "What to remember? So carried.
" side of little a peach-shaped thing lies on the bed, rousheng laugh asks, jade bone puts flesh on the ice, more Zhong Hanmei success snow.
"It doesn't matter.
" shake south the day shake one's head, drive away illegally or forcibly occupy the odd picture in brain.
Little a peach-shaped thing is visitting a day meaningfully south, leer is like silk, the United States lets colourfully intelligence was lost south the day.
Have an insatiable desire for overnight joyous, just know He Weichun night suffering is short.
When sunshine of first floor comes in through window illuminate, woke south the day, open have sth in mind to lie on the bed, feeling is messy, essential and inadvertently Morpheus.
The affection of little a peach-shaped thing of yesterday evening comes in, muttering name is " Shui Han " , that momently, the key point was closed south the day, pretend to did not hear.
Two people before each other encounter, can carry a few former stories more or less, hide in the depth of the bottom of the heart, cannot dismiss from one's mind.
A nice man is south the day, do not think interrogatory Morpheus, lest small peach is embarrassed.
He thinks, sooner or later, when she cannot refrain from, the person that call can be " south the day, " and rather than " Shui Han " .
However, the fault considers south the day, balderdash of night of the following night, the person that little a peach-shaped thing calls is Shui Han only, water is only cold.
Shui Han these two words, resemble a thorn, the softest place in the heart austral lunge day.
"Little a peach-shaped thing, who is Shui Han? " cannot help asking eventually south the day.
"Shui Han, it is the man that I love most on this world.
" the laugh with little piquant a peach-shaped thing, look at the eye austral the day in, hiding affectionate money.
"That I? " the answer of little a peach-shaped thing is about to ache dead south the day of thorn, still be unwilling to give up however ask.
"You ah.
" little a peach-shaped thing is biting labial laugh, the appearance that be ashamed ages at opening.
"My what? " south the day urgent.
"You are a dream with my the most colorful this life.
" little a peach-shaped thing is crazy the crazy face that touching Tian Najun beauty.
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