Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Xiao Jingxuan has traveled all over the country and seen the cold and snowy land of Kunming, where ice and snow fall all year round, no grass grows, and the snow is vast.

I have also seen the four seasons like spring, and the Jiangnan region shrouded in mist and rain for half a century. The silent river water suddenly rises, leaving behind the endless vitality of spring.

I have met all kinds of people, but no one can compare to him.

He sees all living beings as grass and trees, and only sees himself as the green mountain.

Junior Master Uncle is the migratory birds waiting to return south, and the wild geese returning to dead trees in spring; he is the scorching sun in midsummer that makes people sweat profusely, and the flooding river of twilight.

He had also heard many people talk about the Yunlan Immortal Venerable who lived on the top of the blue sky. He had bright eyes, white teeth, and was cold and otherworldly, and was unique in the world.

Xiao Jingxuan enjoyed savoring and listening, and often stayed in the teahouse for a whole day.

"Uncle Junior Master, I heard a lot of stories made up by mortals today, and you were mentioned in them."

"Do you know how happy I was when I heard your name?"

"I'm glad that so many people have seen you, but I want to see you, but I can't."

Under the flickering candlelight, Xiao Jingxuan muttered to himself as he looked at the long-faded clay sculpture.

As he spoke, he began to cry, his eyes were completely wet, his lips trembled, and tears fell silently.

After Xiao Jingxuan walked around the town, he moved on to the next place.

Time flies by, cherries turn red and banana leaves turn green. The passage of time never stops for anything.

In the long river of the world, a person's life is but a wave. Before it has time to surge, it disappears without a trace.

But even if it is just this insignificant wave, it is worth his entire life to interpret and carve it.

Just like a few pages of poetry, even if no one stops to read them, they will spend their entire lives revising and copying them over and over again.

When Xiao Jingxuan saw the stunning beauty, he would take out the clay sculpture from his pocket and gently rub it in his palm.

"Uncle Junior Master, look at this place. It's late autumn, and it's really strange that heavy snow is falling all over the sky."

Goose-feather-like snowflakes fell continuously, forming a snow curtain on the sky.

Like willow catkins, as white as silver, as smooth as jade, they fall in clusters and flutter, shining with cold silver light.

"How beautiful, do you like it?"

"I think you were taken away on a snowy day like this."

It was very quiet in the snow and ice. The world was plunged into silence and the only sound he could hear was his own breathing.

Xiao Jingxuan sighed, shook his head with a wry smile, and continued forward, dragging his legs that felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Time only makes people grow old, it doesn't believe in love. Long regret for leaving the pavilion, tears dripping on spring clothes, drunkenness easily.

Junior Uncle-Master, you and I both live in this vast world. Although we are not in the same place, we watch the alternation of day and night, the change of seasons, and the blooming and falling of flowers together.

Whether it is a person or an object, in this space and time, they are all heading towards their own "end point".

Time goes by so fast that before we can keep the precious memories, everything seems to disappear in the blink of an eye.

It’s a pity that time makes people grow old, but their hearts are still young.

Xiao Jingxuan stood on the city wall of the capital, alone, watching the bustling lights and lively fireworks of the world.

The lights are like stars, the voices are faint, and the songs are endless in the troubled times.

He took out the clay sculpture whose features were already blurred, opened his mouth, and uttered a weak voice after a long while, "Little Master, it's New Year's Eve again."

He has been alone for many years and no one talks to him. He has become accustomed to being silent and it is difficult for his throat to make any sound.

Xiao Jingxuan smiled, put the clay sculpture against his forehead, and rubbed it in an unusually ambiguous way, "I'm sorry, Junior Master."

"My voice is terrible, isn't it? It's hoarse and hoarse, isn't it not as clear and pleasant as before?"

"Everyone was in a hurry and indifferent along the way I traveled. No one ever talked to me. My voice has been out of use for too long."

He stroked the clay sculpture's eyebrows with his fingertips, and the dimples at the corners of his mouth looked gentle and soft, "Master Junior's eyebrows are drooping."

"Are you unhappy or disgusted? I'm sorry. I will talk to people more often in the future so that my voice can be restored to its original state."

"I think, Junior Master, you must still want to see the me from before, right? But after you left, I can't go back."

Xiao Jingxuan took a deep breath and pretended to be interested. He put the clay sculpture on his shoulder.

"Forget it, Junior Master, come watch the fireworks in the capital with me."

"This New Year's Eve in the human world is much more lively and festive than the one held at the top of the blue sky,"

He narrowed his eyes and said, "Maybe it's been too long, and now everyone is used to doing it this way."

"How long has it been?" Xiao Jingxuan held his forehead, "I can't seem to remember clearly."

"Junior Master, do you remember?" He tilted his head and gently touched the little head of the clay sculpture.

"You are a careful person, so you will definitely remember it clearly, right?"

The fireworks rose high into the sky, exploded and bloomed, lighting up the surrounding sky. They were brilliant and colorful, and then disappeared. Their beauty was fleeting.

Xiao Jingxuan lowered his head, lowered his silent eyes, and his expression and eyes were somewhat sad and dim, "Junior Master."

"Will the stars in the sky sneak down to see the people they want to see when the fireworks on earth are falling?"

Xiao Jingxuan stood on the city wall, watching the fireworks bloom and watching them fade away alone.

The colorful fireworks faded completely, and then slowly and completely cooled down.

"Master Junior, we've seen it all. Do you like this bustling place? But whether you like it or not, we should leave now."

Xiao Jingxuan put the clay sculpture steadily and carefully into his pocket, put on his black cloak again, and turned to leave.

At the corner of the tower, a woman holding a fan and waving it gently suddenly walked out, with her eyes raised and a smile on her lips as if she was watching a show.

"Fireworks are something that disappear very quickly."

“So, in our world, most people want to watch it together with others.”

“It doesn’t matter if you forget the appearance and color of the fireworks, but you will always remember the face of the person next to you.

"But you, a strange monk, are wearing a big black hat and standing alone on the city wall to watch."

"Don't you have someone you like?" The woman smiled with a raised eyebrow, "Then what do you think of me?"

"Get out of the way." Xiao Jingxuan slowly walked to his side, but unfortunately the corridor was narrow and could only accommodate one person.

But later I thought that speaking to a woman in such a tone was a bit too harsh and excessive.

He took a deep breath and calmed the emotions surging in his heart.

"Please let me pass for a moment, young lady. The fireworks are getting cold and the night is getting chilly. I have to go downstairs."

The girl turned slightly and looked at him with interest, and Xiao Jingxuan took the opportunity to dodge past.

Unexpectedly, the woman accidentally pulled off his hood, her face flushed with pink, "Hey? You're actually pretty good looking?"

The girl even forgot to fan herself and said in a daze, "She is prettier than anyone I have ever seen."

Xiao Jingxuan clenched his fists, then clenched them tightly. He didn't know what he thought of, so he loosened his fists slightly and put his hood back on.

"Girl, don't bother with me. I already have someone I like, and I've already liked him."

He couldn't help but chuckle, his eyebrows and eyes curved like crescent moons, "I like him very much, and have liked him for many years."

"Ah? Who is that person? You are so beautiful, so what kind of appearance does the person you like have to have?"