Immortality: Starting from meeting the fox girl

Chapter 101 A Thousand Paper Cranes

At the foot of Jishan Mountain.

Cottage.

There was an oil lamp in the corridor, flickering the light on and off.

Xiao An was lying at the door of the yard with Hushan God in his arms. Through the gap in the door, he carefully looked at the people sitting outside the door meditating. Those people were all coming to visit Mr. Da.

'But they didn't know that Mr. Da had actually gone to dinner. '

After traveling all the way, we finally arrived at Shangjing, near the foot of Bulxian Mountain.

In her dreams these past few days, she always dreamed that she was recalled by An Daoyun. After completing her mission, she transformed into that unconscious soul again, disappearing in the darkness without the sun and moon on that side.

Her big eyes flashed suddenly, and she didn't know what she thought of, so she walked towards the room with her calves.

Along the corridor, he walked to a low desk, knelt on a chair, and stared longingly at the calendar on the wall.

Today is the twenty-ninth day of the winter lunar month, and a circle is drawn on the calendar with a vermilion brush.

Xiao An pointed at the numbers one by one, clasped his fingers, and muttered:

"Thirty, one, two, three"

"Nine."

There are only ten days left until the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Xiao An rolled down from the chair, hugged his knees with his little hands, and looked at the rain outside the window quietly.

Outside the window, the drizzle gradually became a curtain.

Her gaze passed through the layers of rain curtains, reaching farther and farther away. Although it was not as clear as before, it had a different flavor.

Along the way, the ignorant little girl who always followed her husband had something on her mind before she knew it.

Yi Su walked in from the corridor holding a frame of washed clothes. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Xiao An staring at the rain in a daze, his eyebrows slightly raised, and a rare hint of color on his cheeks.

Xuehu put down the clothes in his arms, then walked towards Xiao An and rubbed her head:

"Xiao An, what are you thinking about?"

Xiao An came back to his senses, looked at Yi Su, stretched out his hand and pointed at his chest, exhaled a faint mist from his mouth, and said in a voice as light as snow:

"Auntie, I don't know what Xiao An is thinking. She just feels a little uncomfortable in her heart."

The gentle oil lamp sheds an orange flame, reflecting the girl's clear pupils.

Her soft black hair was tied into a cute bun, and her long eyelashes covered her eyes, which contained a little bit of childishness and ignorance that had not faded away.

At this moment, sitting with her legs bent, she gives people the feeling of a ceramic doll.

The overly slender figure was slightly out of proportion, but it did not look ugly. On the contrary, it made her look more like a doll, making her whole body filled with melancholy beauty.

Yisu said softly:

"It's because Xiao An has grown up and has something to worry about."

"Does it mean growing up if you have worries?"

"Yes, you will have worries when you grow up."

"Oh."

Xiao An nodded, looking at the calendar and remaining silent.

The rain outside the window was mixed with falling snow, and it was getting heavier and heavier. In the vast mist and snow, the entire thatched cottage was immersed in a snowy color, as if it were plain.

"Auntie, those people always go to the temple to pray with Mr. An and pray for their wishes to come true."

"Well, that's natural."

"Xiao An also has a wish, but Xiao An cannot pray to Master An."

"Oh? What does Xiao An want?"

Xiao An pursed her lips, but didn't say anything.

She didn't want Mr. An to lose a trace of his soul, and he would be in pain, but she also didn't want to just disappear from Mr. Da's side.

Xiao An hesitated for a long time, raised his head, looked at Yi Su seriously, and said in a soft voice:

"Auntie, is there any other way to make your wish come true?"

Looking at those wide and clear eyes, Yi Su couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart. Then, he gently held her little face with both hands and said seriously:

"Of course there is!"

Xiao An's eyes suddenly lit up:

"Auntie, what can we do?"

Yi Su thought for a moment, then picked up Xiao An and stepped into the rain and snow.

The continuous snow and rain are like tears falling from the sky, trying to understand the girl's mind.

Yi Su took Xiao An into Lu Chenran's study.

There is a stack of rice paper there.

Then she bent down and looked at Xiao An with very tender eyes. She held her little hand and taught her how to fold the paper. The soft paper was folded several times in her two slender and white hands. Got a stupid paper crane.

Pulling the tail, the paper crane's wings flap.

"Does it look good?"

Yisu asked.

"nice."

Xiao An opened his eyes wide and clapped his hands.

Yi Su held her waist and put her forehead against the tip of her nose. In Xiao An's invisible sight, her eyes flickered with a hint of heartache. She pursed her lips and murmured:

"As long as you fold a thousand paper cranes, any wish will come true."

"really?"

Xiao An's little face suddenly raised her head, her eyes flashing with surprise as she looked at her aunt's cheek.

"of course it's true."

A dazzling light flashed across the girl's eyes.

At this moment, her cheeks were like the colorful wings of paper cranes, possessing a shocking beauty.

"Yeah! Thank you, aunt."

Xiao An's cheeks were filled with a happy smile.

Yi Su quietly looked at the girl who was indulging in folding paper cranes in front of the small desk, sighed softly, and then slowly closed the door.

She returned to the wing, lay on the brocade bed, and silently looked at the bronze mirror placed by the window.

Through the bronze mirror, Yisu could see standing in it a woman wearing a white shirt, with an outstanding figure, like an enlarged version of a girl's figure.

The woman frowned and turned her bright eyes to look at him quietly.

The flickering candle passed through the bronze mirror, casting a halo shadow, just like the woman's infinitely beautiful bare face, her long eyelashes flickering, and her body seemed to be shining with a few faint lights.

The woman didn't see Yi Su, so Yi Su pretended not to see her and looked away.

The woman in the white shirt turned into a curl of mist, penetrated the eaves under the dense rain, and came to the study. She looked at the girl who was folding paper cranes under the dim light of the oil lamp. On her ancient and calm face, Now a somewhat complicated look emerged.

Then she shook her head and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Xiao An folded the paper cranes for a long time, and then she quietly stuffed the paper cranes into a jar. After thinking about it, she took two umbrellas from the door and skipped towards the door.

It's getting late.

Mr. Big hasn’t come back yet.

The snow is so heavy outside and Mr. Big is so careless. He must have forgotten to bring an umbrella.

Outside the thatched cottage, the number of people sitting on futons has now increased to eleven.

Under the eyes of these eleven people, the girl jumped into the tung forest.

Go to Beijing, Jinling.

Rouge Alley is very large, located in the silver building in the center of the alley. Lu Chenran was lying in front of the cabinet, looking at the jewelry and jade carvings in front of him, but after looking around, he was not satisfied with anything.

"Shopkeeper, are there only so many?"

The shopkeeper was a short man with a beard. Seeing that the gentleman who was asking the question had an extraordinary bearing, he walked over with a smile on his face:

"Sir, you might as well take a look at this. This is the proud work of a famous master."

As he spoke, the shopkeeper took out a sandalwood incense box from the cabinet, opened it gently, and found a golden flower hairpin lying in the middle, and said mysteriously:

"Sir, this hairpin is inlaid with gold wire. There are no more than one master in Beijing who can do this."

Lu Chenran reached out to take the sandalwood box and looked at the shining artifacts.

The so-called filigree inlay is a traditional Chinese handicraft that has been passed down for a long time. It is a combination of the two production techniques of 'filigree' and 'inlay'.

It can be traced back to the Warring States and Han Dynasties. At that time, "gold and silver" appeared, an aristocratic craft of embedding gold and silver wires into bronzes. People could already draw gold as thin as hair.

During the Western Jin Dynasty, filigree jewelry was popular, such as 'gold lions', 'gold hairpins', 'gold leaves', etc., with gold and silver filaments coiled into various patterns and styles, with exquisite craftsmanship, exquisiteness and compactness. "This looks nice. How much does it cost?"

"If you want it, sir, just give me thirty-seven taels of silver."

Lu Chenran clicked his tongue and put the hairpin back into the sandalwood box.

How can I have so much money in my pocket?

"It's a good thing and looks good, but I just can't afford it."

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, but he was not angry. He smiled kindly and said:

"There's no other way. It's a small business and the cost is here."

"If you are short of money, sir, you might as well look elsewhere. You will always find what you like."

Lu Chenran nodded to the shopkeeper, thanked him, turned around and left the bank.

The wind at night was a bit cold, and rain was falling outside the window, mixed with snowflakes, and turned into a puddle of water before it fell on the ground.

He tightened his gown tightly. Since entering Jiangnan, he rarely wore that fox fur coat.

As the twelfth lunar month approaches in Jiangnan, the humidity is very heavy.

Although there were scattered starlights, it was still hazy where the eyes could see.

Curves or straight lines formed by countless streams of light dot both sides of the road, with busy passers-by and vendors running through them, forming a beautiful flowing picture.

The night wind is a bit cool, and the stars and moon are shining.

Just when Lu Chenran was walking alone in this small alley with bluestone slabs, a surprising voice suddenly came from behind:

"Brother Lu?"

Following the sound, he turned his head.

Lu Chenran saw a familiar figure.

In the wind and snow, the autumn-like moonlight shines on the smooth and delicate cheeks of the man in white. The breeze blows the black hair behind her. The corners of his mouth are raised slightly, and he has a peaceful smile on his face——

For example, in a barren rice field, you can see a Zhilan plant, standing tall and graceful.

The beauty is beyond compare.

"Brother Li?"

Lu Chenran raised his brows slightly and looked at her with a little surprise.

When he saw the familiar figure walking in front, he actually turned around. Li Zijun's heart skipped a beat, and then his cheeks overflowed with a touch of surprise that he couldn't hide.

He just said it tentatively, never thinking that the person was really him.

He really came to Jinling first.

"Brother Lu, why did you arrive so early?"

"It's not too early. We just arrived two days ago."

Li Zijun waved his hand to signal the stewards of the prince's palace who were following him to stay away from him.

"I just arrived today."

"I see."

"Brother Lu, what are you buying in Rouge Lane?"

"I want to buy some jewelry."

"jewelry?"

Li Zijun's heart hesitated, and a trace of undetectable panic flashed across his jade-like cheeks in the darkness, and he said softly:

"Who did you buy it for?"

"For Xiao An, there is also a woman named Zhi Zhu."

"Who is Zhi Zhu?"

"Yes, a mermaid woman."

"So that's it."

Li Zijun pursed his lips, his long eyelashes flickered, and his throat suddenly choked.

"Brother Lu?"

"Ok?"

Lawrence Lu looked at her.

On the banks of the Qinhuai River, the winding water is like a vine, and the cold plum trees are gently blown by the wind, scattering a few bits of late winter plum fragrance.

"Can you accompany me for a walk?"

Her heart was very agitated. The moment of reunion should have been joyful, but now her heart was filled with an emotion called 'jealousy'.

It shouldn't be like this.

This is not an emotion that a friend is qualified to have in his heart. He has overstepped it.

"I don't know what's wrong, I just want to go for a walk with you."

Li Zijun spoke, as if Lu Chenran was explaining why she came to him.

Lu Chenran was startled for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Aren't you in a hurry to go home?"

Li Zijun glanced at the anxious-looking people in the Prince's Mansion behind him, then turned his head and said with a slight smile:

"Not in a hurry."

".Well."

Lu Chenran and Li Zijun walked side by side without speaking, and could only hear the sound of soil under their feet.

Light rain mixed with snowflakes fell on the shoulders of the two of them. The two of them didn't seem to pay attention. They just walked quietly, leisurely and casually, walking in the snow to look for plum blossoms.

Let the snowflakes absorb the body's temperature and melt into water, completing a beautiful Nirvana.

"Brother Lu, tell me some interesting stories along the way. I want to hear them. And that woman named Zhi Zhu."

"Why are you paying so much attention to her?"

"It's just a matter of curiosity."

Lu Chenran thought for a while, then started talking about all the interesting things that happened during this period after he separated from her.

Li Zijun just listened quietly.

Then, she suddenly stopped, raised her extremely beautiful face, stretched out her hand, and caught a falling snowflake:

"Brother Lu, I'm very happy that I can see you in the last few days before leaving Beijing."

Her face was full of piety, as if she had found a treasure.

This return to Beijing was also her last return to Beijing.

Seeing her childish look, Lu Chenran's heart was suddenly touched. This was a woman with a lonely heart.

Li Zijun held the snowflake to his nose, as if he could smell her fragrant scent.

"Snowflakes are beautiful, but they can only be beautiful for a moment. They will not be reconciled if there is no fragrance left in the world."

"."

The snowflake on her fingertips had turned into a puddle of ice water, like someone's tears.

Lu Chenran was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Then they were at least beautiful."

"The moment they drift away, no one can compare with them, and no one can cover up their dazzling brilliance."

"."

She is not a snowflake, she should be a noble Clivia.

"Brother Lu, you are my friend."

"very good friend."

"."

Li Zijun suddenly said.

The language is sincere.

(End of this chapter)