enchanting blacksmith

Listening to Master Abigail's sad narration, Feng Tie silently wiped the rusty violin in his arms with his sleeve, sometimes silent and sometimes smiling.

Seeing this, Abigail wiped away her tears and retreated gently. Feng Tie was still sitting in the corner of the thatched cottage without saying a word, just staring at the violin in his arms in a daze.

Slowly, night fell, and a bright full moon climbed into the sky.

The moonlight shone on the pear blossoms all over the mountains and plains, reflecting soft light. The soldiers and horses had already fallen asleep, and Xiong Da curled up on the stone table of the gazebo, dreaming a sweet dream of unknown content, with a trace of saliva drooping from the corner of his mouth.

The dwarf Labelore sat with his hands folded on his knees, a straw stick in his mouth, in a daze among the green grass, and casually threw his huge hammer at his feet.

Abelor looked at the full moon in the sky and thought silently: "My master, today an old man from your hometown came to us in the Ewha Valley. This is a young man who is as weird as you were back then. Are you home now, how are you doing?"

The witch in a tattered white dress was placed by the pool. She was still leaning against a corner of the prison cart, her long blond hair covering her face. She was motionless, as if she had fallen asleep from exhaustion.

In such a quiet midnight, a melodious and sad piece of music came from the hut. An immature and vicissitudes voice kept singing an unknown song, which seemed particularly melodious in this quiet night.

I started writing this story just in the middle of winter when the wind and snow told me I raised my head and looked out the window. Makes me miss my homeland I've been away for too long and I'm afraid of being alone I pour sea water into the flagon and take a sip while taking a step You often say this kind of taste is called the rivers and lakes Every time the pear blossoms bloom, the sound of your flute fills the mountains, I'll watch you as the sun rises and the moon rises Days and nights, how many years have I woke up in the middle of the night and looked for it? I forgot where I am and where I want to go. I walked over the mountains and around the water and I couldn’t see the rivers and lakes. I read hundreds of books and walked thousands of miles. What is the rivers and lakes? I drank blood with swords and stepped Where are the rivers and lakes after crossing the barren bones? I thought I couldn’t reach the rivers and lakes. You said this is the rivers and lakes. You put your bags on your back and set off on the road towards the end of the world. The long-lost homeland is used to loneliness. Who warmed up the wine again? I went but wept again, when the pear blossoms bloomed, the wind blows and the rain falls on the window sills I gently hum the song you played in the past, the sound of the rain melts into this old flute, the rhythm is uneven, and no one persuades me to add clothes to watch with me all night The rivers and rainy mountains are somewhat high and the water is somewhat long. This is the rivers and lakes. Read some books and walk some roads. It is said that the rivers and lakes are deep and suddenly a dream is just a past. There are always some people who are too serious but inadvertently parted. Thinking of the old people who made me laugh and cry in those years. In the end, we are also strangers in the rivers and lakes.

The singing Liren plucked the violin in his hand, his voice was high and low, full of parting emotions and deep sorrow.

The witch moved her body, then stretched out green fingers to brush away her thick long hair, exposed her ears and listened carefully, with a sad look in her eyes.

She seemed to struggle for a while, then opened her mouth and spat out a dark heart-shaped pendant.

The pendant is full of cracks and holes. The witch tilted her head and thought for a while, then put her tender lips to the holes and began to play, echoing the violin and the desolate male voice, making a whimpering sound, as low and hoarse as a flute , but tactfully moving.

On a tree full of pear blossoms in the dense forest, a huge bat hugged the branch and murmured, "Who the hell sang this song? It's so sensational, master, I miss you."

On the boulder under the waterfall, two lines of tears slowly flowed down the face of Master Abigail in Taoist robes. He gently touched the quiet burnt tail on his knees, letting the dancing notes on the strings blend into the song. The song, as if I was lying in the arms of the teacher again, quietly listening to the teacher telling the story of my hometown to my young self in a low voice.

Luo Fu suddenly woke up from the nightmare, sitting in the tent with sweat profusely, panting heavily, calmed down and listened to this sad yet passionate song for a while, a bitter smile gradually appeared on Luo Fu's face, he Gently stroking the newly grown light pink granulation on his broken leg, he tapped his fingers on the blade of the broad sword in a powerful rhythm in response to the sound of the music.

Feng Tie played the guitar in his hand and sang his favorite song in that world over and over again, but he felt more and more lonely in this continent.

After singing it a dozen times, Feng Tie dropped the violin in his hand, fell to the ground and burst into tears.

While crying, Feng Tie felt that the dim candlelight in front of him was blocked by a black shadow.

He looked up and saw that Master Abigail was still holding the imitation scorched tail under his arm. He stood quietly in front of Feng Tie, looking at Feng Tie with loving and compassionate eyes.

"Don't cry, Feng Tie, come with me." Master Abigail said, "I think it's time to hand over the teacher's relics to you. I hope you can get the answers you want from these things."

Master Abigail held a candle and led Feng Tie to the depths of the pool. As the pool got deeper and deeper, the candle as large as a bean was extinguished by the pool, and Master Abigail's mouth and nose had gradually sunk into the water. .

Feng Tie followed Abigail's footsteps without hesitation. When he was completely submerged in the water, he surprisingly didn't feel stuffy. The pool water that kept floating to the surface of the water seemed to have spirituality and continuously provided Feng Tie with plenty. When the two people walked to the very center of the pool, a sudden underwater undercurrent instantly engulfed the two of them.

When Feng Tie woke up from the drowsy dizziness, he was already in a towering pear forest. The air in the forest was constantly flying with fragrant pear blossom petals. Many fireflies landed on the mottled tree trunks and suddenly flew up. , Playing mischievously with the falling flowers.

Feng Tie stood up with his hands on the ground, and saw a small stone box on a clearing in the middle of the forest.

Abigail smiled at Feng Tie: "This is a parallel space in the valley, not the forest you saw when you came here. It was developed by my teacher with his own strength, except for me and Abigail. No one outside of Belor knows."

After finishing speaking, Abigail walked up to the stone box with a solemn face, knelt down slowly, opened the stone box carefully after knocking her head three times, and took out a yellowed sheepskin book from the stone box carefully. The booklet was held in front of Feng Tie with both hands.

"Look at Feng Tie, this is the most precious relic left by my teacher."

Feng Tie opened the sheepskin booklet with trembling hands, and what came into his eyes was a poignant love story. The master who told the story, that is, Abigail's teacher, named the story "Flying".

fly; small fish;

1

The place we met was not romantic, it was just a noisy night market.Vendors of grilled squid and fried tofu shouted hoarsely, and the hand-to-hand combat of shovels and iron pans was sharp and piercing; the air was mixed with the smell of pedestrians, the smell of soil after the rain, and the smell of plastic from poor-quality sandals.The foam lunch box on the garbage pile grinned grinningly, reflecting the gloomy white light.

She just stood there motionless, staring at a dirty stray cat hidden behind the garbage dump. The cat felt her gaze, stopped searching for food, watched her lazily walk away after barking, She laughed like a poppy in full bloom.Director Jia ran over and grabbed her, smiled and reminisced about the old days, and came to get to know each other. I knew that she was a friend of Director Jia. She was studying at the University of Business. She was 23 years old.

Director Jia is of course surnamed Jia, our tour guide, I like to call her that because it sounds like she’s making a movie, and I’m only used to a life of illusion or self-deception.

Colleagues are busy shopping, preparing for tomorrow's Dongsheng River rafting, just perfunctory.I had no choice but to stretch out my left hand and report the door. She looked into my eyes with a smile, and said that I saw you feeding it.

I asked her, then, is there any reward.

The prize I got was a tissue because she knew I wanted to wipe off the fishy smell from my right hand.

That's it, starting with a khaki cat.

At the dinner party, all the interplay of cups and cups became distant movements, and the noise seemed insignificant.I was amazed that the energy in her eyes was so great that it could ignite every slender nerve in my body. They screamed and danced, and dragged me into one after another.

2

The incandescent lamps in the small hotel were so dazzling that I had to turn them off, and I was only illuminated by the dim street lamps outside the window.

She just lied flat on the bed with her naked body like that, her eyes closed tightly, her long eyelashes almost covered her entire face under the shadow of the lamp, she didn't speak, she didn't tremble because of shyness, and even her breath wasn't heavy .Her body is yellowish, smooth, and stiff, and when I kiss her, I can clearly feel her passion, the joy of fish in water, or water in fish, everything is as natural as sleepiness, walking, breathing and death , here, contrived twisting and shouting can not be exchanged for the slightest favor and pity.

The bed was very old, and occasionally there was a slight creaking sound. I stood up and stroked her long hair, which was a little dry and boring.With the ticking of the watch, my hand wandered between her collarbone and toes, passing her heart, like a soul that has lost its body, I no longer wandered, and returned to touch, and my fingertips inadvertently ached beyond recognition.

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3

There are many beautiful plants on the panes, including pansies, chrysanthemums, rhododendrons and white bud grass.

She curled up in my arms and smiled lightly, sometimes lazily lowering her head to rest.I pointed to a cherry tomato and told her about the Japanese blood eucalyptus.In a village near the sea in Kyushu Island, once young people die, their bodies will grow many flesh-colored branches and bear red agate-like fruits. People will become very beautiful after drinking the blood-red juice in the fruits. , but in the near future, they will all turn into blood eucalyptus trees, rooted on the lonely beach like their ancestors, waiting for the hungry passers-by.

I said, look, this one looks like a blood jade tree.

I lowered my head and touched a light brown mole in the hollow of her neck with my lips. I heard her chuckle and let her lean on my shoulder happily.

The moonlight streams down and accumulates on the leaves of the plants, dancing softly among the flowers, weaving and winding into a bridge between reality and illusion.In a daze, she was still struggling up and down in the water, getting farther and farther away from my boat.I have no strength, no strength to smash even a dream.

4

When I climbed to the ninth floor, I thought it was boring for her to climb on my back, so I told her stories one by one. Telling stories, but she is still not interested, maybe because she has slept too much these days, I tickled her narrowly, she put her mouth next to my ear, and whispered until I opened the tower door on the top floor.

The wind howled, and the jet-black pine waves rushed to one side neatly. We flew with our fragile wings, and the scenery on the ground quickly magnified in our eyes.I hugged her tightly, and I said look, we are finally free.

XNUM X night

After reading this story, Feng Tie understands how Abigail's master passed through time.

Feng Tie murmured to himself with a dull face: "You are amazing, boy, the woman you fell in love with drowned in the river where you drifted, and you can still pretend to be okay and live with her for a night, but look, you In the end, I jumped off the tower with her body on my back. To be honest, I admire your infatuation and courage, but you are still alive after all, right? Hai Dalu. After living in pain for decades, you are finally freed, but I still want to live here and be tortured. However, I still want to bless you, my brother, and wish you a good journey.”

The author's words:

Why doesn't the Hummer have flowers and tickets, not at all, carefully