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                                                                                                                         人总是要到失去，才会懂得珍惜，他会让她亲眼见识她自己的心意，让她知道，他对她，不是可有可无的存在！
                                                                                                                                                                那堆煨着红薯的火，因为求亲图的烧尽而缓缓熄灭，只剩零星火苗，斐知画从怀里取出一张巴掌大的符，将它投入其中，短短片刻，那张符化为灰烬。
                                                                                                                                                                月下被一阵烟给呛得咳嗽，烟里有着奇怪的香味，比檀香更浓烈一些，几乎是刺鼻，她掩着口鼻，眼睛薰得直掉眼泪……“月下！你听见了没有？！月下！”
                                                                                                                                                                有人在吼她，声音了亮耳熟，那手拐子拄在地上的“咚咚”声越来越近。
                                                                                                                                                                “你躲在这里做什么？！”
                                                                                                                                                                一拐子打过来，她的脑袋挨了疼，顾不得护住鼻子，她改抱头呼痛，眼前还是一大片的蒙烟，可是她人却已经不在桃花林边烧求亲图，而她身边的斐知画不见了，取而代之的人是爷爷——“爷、爷爷？你在这里做什么？”哪里冒出来的幻影还是妖孽——“我在这里做什么？！这句话该是我问的吧？！小火盆烧好了没？！”
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           “小火盆？”什么小火盆……月下低头，瞧见自己手里握着铁钳，钳头正夹着火红的小炭。她一脸茫然，灶里冒出大量呛人的烟，薰得满屋子像火烧，好不容易挥开烟雾，再四周一望，这里是厨房，一旁有好几名厨子正忙切忙洗，个个忙得不可开交。
                                                                                                                                                                她怎么在这里？她不是才和斐知画——“要你帮个忙，倒是越帮越忙。”月士贤没好气地接手铁钳，俐落将火盆填满红炭。“快点将小火盆拿去喜房，等会新娘子来了，喜房就不能进去了。”他催促道，

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