Wang Yue Han

"After tonight, I will leave tomorrow." Slightly swaying candlelight, gently caressing the cheeks like a lover, the faint moonlight lightly scattered the sky and the earth; during the day, the cicadas were singing loudly, and at night, insects croaked and frogs jumped , It was very noisy, Jiang Zihan felt agitated when he heard it, and cast a spell in a rage to set up a sound-proof enchantment, and the silence in his ears was only for each other's shallow breathing: "Where do you want to go?"; "Walking thousands of miles, Walk thousands of miles, see all the great rivers and mountains, and find people by the way." Since they met, this was the first time that Yan Ziyao felt that the air was too oppressive, as if he could not breathe; But when they are about to separate, there is a kind of reluctance, reluctance, sadness, or a little bit of dependence. Jiang Zihan has silently gotten used to having that person by his side, even if he just looks at it from a distance, he is still happy in his heart. , After a long silence, he opened his mouth again: "When will this go?"; "Maybe, no time..." There were layers of ripples in his heart for no reason, undulating like waves of the sea; the nameless tea changed from sweetness to bitterness of parting At that time, the teenagers gambled for a three-year period, but they still had their own ways to go. In the vast sea of ​​people, getting together is a word of fate, but they cannot stay together for a lifetime because of this word. There are turns, and the water has branches. No one knows at which intersection they will meet again; Yan Ziyao may meet again by fate after leaving here, but it may also be that he died on Huangquan Road and never saw his old story: "To you No date, I’m just afraid that I won’t be able to keep the promise in three years.”; “That’s okay…” The candles were lit, the core burned out with a beep, and the room fell into darkness. No one could see the expression on anyone's face: "It's night, it's time to rest."; In the past few months, he has dreamed countless times in the middle of the night, substituting himself into a role, always putting on that purple-clothed girl on Zhu Xianzhu who is gnashing his teeth and refusing to admit defeat. The young man became himself, and the person watching him under the execution platform was Yan Ziyao; if everything was doomed to be a tragedy, it would be a good choice to stop thinking about it as soon as possible. Jiang Zihan mentioned the painting and only glanced at it. He crumpled it up and threw it out of the window, as if he could throw away all his worries and return to his former self, but he had no desires or desires. He said coldly: "This painting is too sad, isn't it My old style."; Yan Ziyao stopped in front of the door, and said leisurely: "Then next time, don't draw this endless horizon..."; The door was closed with a creak, and Jiang Zihan leaned Lying on the back of the chair, speechless for a long time; dreaming of yellow beams, but in the dream there are no people, only scarlet eyes, blood flowing, I don't know who did it.

Jiang Zihan woke up from a dream, Yan Ziyao had already left with the wind, he didn't say goodbye to Liu Yiyun and the others, he was afraid that he would stay for another day, anyway, sooner or later he would leave, so what difference does it make if he leaves early and leaves late?

Hanyueju was quiet last night, but Mu Fengxuan was different because of Lu Zhuofeng. Lu Zhuofeng stayed at Liu Yiyun's place last night and forgot that Yan Ziyao was going to leave after Chinese Valentine's Day. When he returned to Hanyueju, Only then did he find that one person was missing, and he picked up the ball of rice paper that had been raped outside Jiang Zihan's house. The morning dew was heavy, and the rice paper was wet with dew in the primroses. When Lu Zhuofeng spread it out to look at it, the water The ink on the place where the moon is reflected has been smudged, making people unable to see the original appearance; "A young man in Guanshan looks at the cold moon, with red makeup and sighs at the lack of it; half of the people in the mountains and rivers are in the painting, and the Taoist acquaintance at night." Lu Zhuofeng murmured Said: "When did this person start to feel sad for spring and autumn?"; clouds and smoke came out of the purple sand incense burner, the white jade strings were dumb and pale, and the strings trembled slightly. Lu Zhuofeng patted on the piano case, and asked: "Tell me, what's the situation?" The strings broke the song of farewell, and raised his eyes and asked: "What about you? You really decided to live here forever?"; "Isn't it good to live here? And I like being with Yiyun." That kind of feeling, as if we have known each other in the previous life, a little familiar, but also a little strange..." The summer is scorching hot, and the foot of the mountains is not too hot, but every time Lu Zhuofeng thinks about Liu Yiyun's tolerance for him, he feels like It is fiery and warm; "So, you fell in love with him?" No one will tolerate another person for no reason, and the faint understanding between them, unless others are blind, how can it be impossible to see why?

Lu Zhuofeng crouched in front of the piano table, his fingers twitching the strings intentionally or unintentionally, is it love?He doesn't know the answer himself; however, he comforts you when you need to be sad, and applauds you when you are happy, and he will tolerate your unreasonable willfulness everywhere, and you will gradually change yourself because of him. , Is this kind of emotion beyond the boundaries of friendship called love?

Maybe it is, but Lu Zhuofeng had already loved once 300 years ago, so how could he be emotional for others?Or is it that there is a definite destiny in the dark, that Liu Yiyun is the reincarnation of that person?He couldn't prove this thought, because only the mandarin duck mirror by the Wangchuan River and the Sansheng Stone can reflect a person's past and present lives.

The days are dull, the time can’t stop and the footsteps are rushing by, the rice in the field is covered with golden clouds, the mid-autumn moon is a little sad, and the nine-nine Chongyang climbs high and looks far away, but the dogwood is planted everywhere, but there seems to be one person missing, which is rare on the hillside It was empty for a month, and the children took advantage of the autumn wind to fly kites on the top of the slope; in the blink of an eye, a few wintersweet plants on the street corner secretly opened buds, and after Jiang Zihan woke up that morning, snowflakes fluttered in the sky. After a few hours, the goose feathers and snowflakes became heavy snowflakes, and Lu Zhuofeng still loved to pester Liu Yiyun, and sometimes he would take Liu Yiyun to Hanyueju, make wine and tea, listen to the piano and watch dances, they all had something on their minds about each other, Life is just like that, no one will point it out, the old man is still the same, but he looks much older, and he still cooks for the students at Muyun Academy; in winter, Lu Zhuofeng is sleepy all day long, as if As if he was about to hibernate, Liu Yiyun saw that he was afraid of the cold, so he took him to the town to find Uncle Zhao on the street corner, and bought some new quilts to keep out the cold. They made a fuss a few times, but unfortunately he was not an expert, and Liu Yiyun laughed out loud because of his clumsy technique; in a fit of anger, Lu Zhuofeng dropped the tools in his hand and turned around, Liu Yiyun followed behind, holding back his laughter. Although Lu Zhuofeng closed the door three times after he went back, in the end Liu Yiyun bowed his head and admitted his mistake, and Lu Zhuofeng was willing to open the door to welcome him; this winter there have been several heavy snowfalls, and even the big river outside the town was frozen by frost and snow The firecrackers are crackling, new couplets and portraits of door gods have been pasted up in every household, the children are playing and celebrating the New Year happily, Muyun Academy is on winter vacation, the students go home for the New Year, the old man cooks at home, he is stupefied Vegetables and fruits were made in various shapes. Even on New Year's Eve, if Jiang Zihan insisted, he would not add more meat. He and Lu Zhuofeng didn't care. It didn't matter if Liu Yiyun was young. Pay attention to nutrition; after the spring equinox, the Lantern Festival will be held in a few days, and the townspeople gather together again. Jiang Zihan doesn't like to be noisy, so he stays at home alone, thinking about something and someone quietly, Lu Zhuofeng picked a fox lantern and held it in his palm, like a child, beckoning Liu Yiyun to guess a few lantern riddles, so that he must get those little gifts; Yan Ziyao stood under the crimson sky, speechless for a long time. In the past few months, he traveled to many places, saw many ways of the world, caught many evil spirits, and released some kind-hearted people; The person who is looking for has no clues, but the other figure is more and more engraved in his heart. I still remember that last year was also in this season. In the competition, he was defeated by a slight difference in the sword, and from then on, he clapped his hands and made a contract. He thought, maybe Jiang Zihan was right, people are divided into good and bad, and monsters are also good and evil; the peach branches trembled in the wind, and the petals scattered like rain. A little tired, I found a cave in a green hill to stay temporarily, thinking about seeing or not seeing the old man...

He was practicing in the cave, and his mood was disturbed, so he had to use the magic weapon of Taoism to find his master Yuxuzi; Yuxuzi saw his disciple from the magic weapon, and it was only more than a year since they separated, Yan Ziyao lost a lot of weight again, looking He frowned slightly, stroked his beard and hair and asked, "Why is this disciple worrying, but he has something on his mind that is difficult to understand?"; "Master, what is the difference between a demon and a human?" Yan Ziyao asked back with lowered eyebrows;

"Humans are affectionate but monsters are ruthless, that's the difference." In fact, Yu Xuzi doesn't know the difference between humans and monsters, maybe it's just a word of love; , why is this?" Yan Ziyao was puzzled, what he saw and heard was different from his master, was he wrong?

"If the demon spirit is sentimental, it will end up killing itself. My disciples must always remember that humans and monsters have different paths, and it is difficult to return together." The implication of Yu Xuzi's words is nothing more than the natural enemies of Taoism and demons, and they may be difficult to get along with each other; Yan Zi Key didn't ask any more questions, and Yu Xuzi didn't say anything anymore. After the master and apprentice babbled about some homely thoughts, they told each other to take care of themselves, and then they cut off the magic weapon and communicated with each other. Flying flowers all over the ground...