fairy wife

sixth floor.

Qiuqiu was a little surprised, looking at the calm and soothing everything in front of her.

She saw a peaceful village, the sun was about to set, and the people walking on the road seemed to be in a hurry.

A man walked past Qiuqiu, carrying a big grass basket full of pigweed.

Is this still in the tower?

Qiuqiu followed the man and walked forward.

This village is not big, with sparse houses, tired birds returning to their nests, and smoke curling from the chimneys.A bend of water bypasses the front of the village, and there are several protruding large stones on the surface of the water, which have been trampled to a smooth surface. It can be seen that people pass by every day and use these stones as stepping stones.

The person in front leaped over the stone with big strides, and Qiuqiu raised her head.There are two crows circling overhead, and their nest should be just behind the village.

People don't like crows, but crows often nest near human habitation.

Maybe it's because it's so easy to find food.

Qiuqiu suddenly felt that the scene in front of her looked familiar.

People with small bridges and flowing water, withered vines, old trees and faint crows, seem to have read it before.

At that time, I didn't quite understand why it was written as a faint crow. Now it seems that the person who wrote the lyrics may have seen this scene at this moment.

At the moment of sunset.

No, it's not.

She felt familiar not because she had read similar sentences before.

Qiuqiu saw the man in front walk into a courtyard.

A woman at the door asked him what to say, and he said, "I'll go tomorrow."

The courtyard door was closed.

Qiuqiu stood outside the door, looking at the painted wooden door that had long been unclear.

The doors are made solidly.At that time, it should have been painted with brown paint, but the wind, sun and rain, the paint has peeled off, revealing the true color of the dark wood inside.

Qiuqiu turned her head, and there was a jujube tree beside the door.

She remembered where this was.

The reason why it looks familiar is because she has lived here before.

This is her hometown, a small place called Chenjiacun.

Even Qiuqiu didn't quite remember the place name here.

She didn't know why she saw this scene on the sixth floor, this should be the place in her memory.

The sixth floor may be a mirage.The illusion is born from the heart, what she sees may not be [-]% real, but the scene in her imagination.

But this imagination is based on reality after all.

Qiuqiu walked into the yard.

There are five houses in total, the three on the east side are newer, and the two on the west side are older and low.There is also a stove room on the east side of the courtyard wall.There is a fire cooking inside, and although there is a chimney, there is still a lot of smoke wafting out along the door of the kitchen.

Qiuqiu stood at the door of the kitchen.

She saw Mother, who was standing by the stove, lifted the lid of the cauldron, and a large puff of hot white air rose up.The stove was filled with smoke, with the smell of burning firewood and the faint sweet smell of cooked rice soup.A half-grown girl was sitting on a low stool in front of the stove.He was poking the fire in the hearth with a fire stick.

That is Qiuqiu's sister.

The fire in the hearth made her face flush and her eyes sparkle.The hair on the forehead may be slightly curled up by the heat of the flame due to the proximity of the fire, fluttering on the forehead.

Qiuqiu thought she had forgotten all of this.

But it seems that she still remembers, not even missing some small details.

Mother began to fill the rice, and my sister helped to carry the bowl.

It's almost dark, but it's better outside.It was darker inside.

In order to save lamp oil and lamp wax, the family directly set up a table in the yard to eat.Finished the supper by the last light of day.There was also a cat who ran away from nowhere,

My sister secretly fed the chewed biscuits to the cat.

Niang saw it, but pretended not to see it, and didn't scold her.

Mother always said that cats can't be fed, and they won't catch mice when they are full, and they are too lazy to feed them.

There is no Qiuqiu in this peaceful farmhouse scene.

Qiuqiu is just a bystander.

She broke through the first few floors of the tower, some went smoothly and some were difficult.The fifth floor is a bit difficult, but the sixth floor is such an image of safe memories.

Qiuqiu didn't know where the key to breaking the formation was.

She wasn't in a hurry to find it either.

After dinner, there was nothing else to do. Some people took stools to chat under the tree in the middle of the village, and some were already ready to go to bed early.

My sister fetched a basin of water to wash her face and then her feet.Soak your feet in the hot water, kicking the water gently.

Mother took the comb, spread her hair out, combed her hair lightly, and then braided it.

If she hadn't left, she would have lived such a life, right?

So peaceful, peaceful and calm.

There are parents, older brothers, and older sisters... There is such a home, and the jujube tree in front of the door will bear a lot of dates in autumn, and the neighbor's children will come to steal dates, so I have to keep an eye on it all the time. Some, they are not afraid of stealing food, but we must prevent them from destroying things by beating them with poles.

But all this has gone away from her.

Without Qiuqiu, they are still doing well.

They no longer live in this yard, and the guard said that they moved to the town, and their life should be much richer than before.

The elder sister is also married, and the elder brother must have been married long ago, and may have children.

It might be a good life, but she had taken a different path.

Everyone in the house fell asleep, and the small courtyard fell into the silence of the night.

Qiuqiu turned and left the yard.

She walked forward step by step without looking back.

There was the sound of the wind behind him, whistling across the field, that kind of empty sound.

She also wanted to go back and take another look at the past.

It wasn't until she reached the end and there was no way to go that Qiuqiu stopped.

Huo'er sticks out his tongue to lick her cheek, its tongue is rough and cold.

Could it be that it also knew that she was feeling a little lost and was comforting her?

Qiuqiu patted its little head: "I'm fine."

The world in front of me gradually brightened up.There is light that dispels the darkness, like seeing the sunrise in the dark dawn.

But Qiuqiu knew that this was not the sunrise.

A figure appeared before her eyes.

Qiuqiu was in a daze, and then she immediately bowed her hands in salute: "Senior Shang."

The person standing in front of him turned out to be Shang Zhen.

Is it a coincidence, or is it because she has been thinking about Senior Shang Zhen that she really saw her?

Is this still an illusion?

Shang Zhen nodded and beckoned to her.

"Come."

Qiuqiu stepped forward and stood beside Shang Zhen.

The pen in Shang Zhen's hand was dipped in ink, and he swiped it out of thin air.

Those ink blots fell on the snow-white paper.Like a dripping spring rain.Mountains, rocks, flowers, and grass appeared on the paper.

The traces of light ink look so real.

"The first time I picked up a brush, I drew a flower. The master said that a flower will fade when it blooms. I want to keep its appearance for a long time, and I am afraid that I will forget it in the future." Shang Zhen said: "I remember that All I think about is the appearance of a flower. Others say that the flower I drew doesn’t look like it, but I know that this is the one.”

While Shang Zhen was talking, his hands didn't stop.

"Later, for a long time, Master was very disappointed in me. She felt that I wasted all my bones and learned nothing. I was also very ashamed. I hid myself and didn't want to see people. I didn’t go to the trial cave, but I knew it would be a hindrance if I went. I painted and painted with a pen alone, and drew whatever came to mind. What can I do in the future? But as soon as I start painting, I forget all these things. Only painting is in my heart..."

Shang Zhen said softly: "But then I became the leader of the Seventh Peak. Don't say that other people were surprised, even I couldn't think of it."

"How can I do palm? What can I do? Don't occupy this position but can't do anything."

"The peak master at that time, that is, my senior brother, told me that there are thousands of paths to cultivate the Tao, and it doesn't mean that the path that no one has traveled before must be wrong." Shang Zhen smiled slightly and said in a low voice : "Actually, I secretly liked senior brother at that time, but I never dared to tell senior brother. Later... if the opportunity is missed, I won't come again, and it's useless to regret it."

Her eyes are pure and her smile is playful. Although she is a senior, Qiuqiu looks at her like someone her own age.

Although this senior has made extraordinary achievements and finally attained enlightenment and ascended to the top, her temperament is probably as innocent as a child's from the beginning to the end, and has never changed.

"I've always felt sorry, I didn't do anything for my fellow disciples, and I took up the title of the palm leader for nothing." Shang Zhen looked a little distressed: "The current troubles are caused by me, but I still don't know How to deal with it."

Until now, Qiuqiu is still not sure whether it is Shangzhen's memory or a phantom that is talking to her.

"Senior Shang, it might be presumptuous of me to ask this question, but now you..."

Shang Zhen said with a smile: "This is a piece of spiritual consciousness left by me."

Qiuqiu felt that Shang Zhen resembled herself in some respects.

She also became the palm peak in a daze, and she also didn't know what she could do.

Sometimes Qiuqiu also felt that she was very guilty of sitting in the position of palm peak.Another person must be stronger than her.

But now there is a reference - it turns out that Seventh Peak once had a senior who was as confused as her.

As soon as she discovered this, Qiuqiu suddenly felt confident.

Since Senior Shang can do it, then she can do it too.

"These people came here for the secret treasures of the exercises that the seniors might leave behind. They all want to realize the Dao and ascend like the seniors."

Shang Zhen thought for a while: "I don't have that kind of thing left, but even if I tell them, they won't believe it, right?"

Qiuqiu nodded.

Shang Zhen frowned: "Why would there be such a group of people looking for trouble? It's been such a long time."

Yes, Qiuqiu thought too.

It's been so long.

Why don't these people come sooner or later, why are they popping up at this time? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)