Yan all over the world

Chapter 16
So I gradually grew up in the Juwu Mountain Villa in the depths of Ziwuling on the border between Gansu and Shanxi. I accompanied my grandfather and his guard disciples to approach evil, far away from truth, abandon good, promote evil, famous and unknown followers, and Aunt Yang Liuxia Hanbi.

Liuxia is not dead, when I saw her I thought I had seen a ghost, then I was ecstatic and asked her mother if she was doing well recently.

In the end, she told me tearfully that she didn't die, she just saw his wife struggling too hard that day, she hit the wall in the yard in panic and passed out.

As for why the comatose Liuxia entered my dream like that and made me rush to see my mother for the last time, I have no answer.

I can only say that God's will is always looking down to see what we are doing, and when necessary, move his hands and fiddle with someone's natal chart.

Although the most important person was missing, I still grew up irresistibly, and gradually learned to be happy, smile, treacherous, teasing, and many things that my grandfather is good at.

In Ju Wu Villa, there are often people who get together sinisterly and sigh, accusing someone of being shameless, cunning, despicable and vicious.

Then fly away when someone smiles.

When I was finally able to lie on the top of the tallest tree in the villa like Jinxie, and greet the sunrise and sunset, I thought that the happiest and worst memories in my life were finally suppressed in my heart , and then gave the most perfect smile in the world, a smile that was calm and innocent.

And those painful, hated, and unforgettable pasts will have no choice but to follow me forward, but I understand that the hands that once touched me tenderly, the eyes that stared deeply in the quiet night, and that night The smile that is as light as the spring breeze under the moon is gone and will never come again.

There is a moon in the sky.

There are clouds at the end of the month.

There is a small black spot under the cloud.

The black spot hangs at the lower end of the cloud that hangs on the pine tree on the top of the mountain, floating and swaying with the pine branch.

The pine branches are escaping obliquely, and below is the abyss.

From a distance, when the wind blows, the black dot seems to shake into the moon.

I sat cross-legged under the pine, with piano, wine, sword, and peanuts spread out in front of me.

Looking up at the black spot, he shook his head helplessly, took the peerless famous piano "Xiangquan", and put it across his knees.

Stretch out your fingers, gently gather and twist slowly, seven strings and thirteen emblems, a clear and clear sound, deep and thick in the clear sound, with a lingering aftertaste, wandering around the mountain endlessly.

"The bird perches and the moon moves, and the moon shines on the empty mountain. There is nothing outside of the body, except for the qin. The seven strings are good friends, and the two ears are bosom friends. A calm heart means a quiet voice. Its hearing is unprecedented."

After finishing the piece, I pushed the qin, and I smiled softly: "The Book of History says: 'Shun played the five-stringed qin, sang the poems of the southern kingdom, and the world ruled. , why can’t even persuade individuals?”

No one paid any attention to me, the cold moon was empty and the wind was still there. Then, someone knocked on the tree trunk with a loud bang.

I was lazy, the long sword was drawn out, and the cold light flashed.

The wine was on the treetops.

Another snatch.

I frowned, and the famous sword shone on the tip of the sword, which was as bright as autumn water, and picked up greasy peanuts.

Another snatch.

In a rage, I kicked on the tree trunk, there was a lot of clattering noises, and the protruding branch trembled violently a few times, and I was about to knock the man in black to hell.

With a look of pity on my face, I sat down with a smile, drinking and eating peanuts.

Jin Xie must have been dizzy from shaking, would have made a thousand catties fall, and the thin branches must have been overwhelmed, must...

Click!

The branch fell lightly, but a black shadow jumped up, and the floating cloud seemed to turn around in mid-air, and landed beside me.

Jin Xie, with white hair like snow, looked down at me: "You need persuasion."

I raised my head and raised the jug in my hand: "Master, the old man forced you to go to Tianshan to collect medicine, and Yuanzhen went to Jiangnan. Drink with me."

Near evil does not answer: "Tampering."

I frowned and looked at him: "Master, I remember the first time I saw you seven years ago, outside my mother's window. At that time, you talked a lot. Why didn't you stop talking after a while?"

Jin Xie still had that jade-like handsome face, and also had a jade-like expressionless face for thousands of years: "Because I regret it."

"Regret?" I was surprised. Over the years, I seldom mentioned what happened back then, so this question lingered in my heart for a long time and I didn't want to ask it. However, tonight is a special day, and I think I have the right to indulge.

"I regret talking too much and singing too many poems."

I was shocked and looked at Jinxie, his eyes were clear and calm, I never knew if he was in pain, because the hasty meeting with my mother six years ago was a farewell, but now I think, just like tonight six years ago, I Lost like a mother, he also recalled the conversation in front of the window with the long bamboo shadow that night as the last final sound, and rediscovered the vastness of the blue sky.

Our remembrance and pain are actually the same.

This man who thinks that his words "tomorrow will be separated by mountains, and the world will be boundless" will be a prophecy, bringing ominous omens to his mother, is it possible that he has been living in longing and regret for many years?
So he withdrew his edge, smoothed out the roughness, and withdrew too many words that could not be said, just for that night, he never cherished that woman.

My resentment suddenly ignited like a raging fire, but it was not for the near evil, cherish?Who should cherish my mother the most?

It is said that he is my father.

It is said that he will go up the mountain again recently.

And yesterday was the anniversary of my mother's death.

what is this?
I stood up and saw myself in Jinxie's cold, crystal-like eyes. During seven years, I had so skillfully shed the youthfulness and innocence of a boy. Eyes and eyes are darker than this night, a white dress is fluttering in the wind on the top of the cliff, and the loose hair is like a thousand strands of black chrysanthemums, blooming behind the slender shoulders, glamorous and infinitely flamboyant.

I like the mountains in the Northland very much.

There are blooming flowers in spring, snow in winter, cool wind in summer and moon in autumn, but the flowers are cold-resistant, the snow is clean, the wind is high and the moon is clear, and there is a kind of magnificent beauty.

(End of this chapter)