Wang Yue Han

Yan Ziyao had walked the path down the mountain several times, and it was rare for him to remember that at the end of the forest at the foot of the mountain, there was a small pond that was warm all year round. In his backpack, he carried a few changes of clothes, a pot of sake, and two taels of paper money. Before he left, he went to the ancestor's ancestral hall to come. In the past few years when Chi Xiao was away, he never went down the mountain to play in the water and flowers. However, I pulled out the weeds in front of the grave one by one, took some thatch and wiped off the moss on the tombstone, so that the words on the tombstone could be clearly seen; You should know what kind of relationship I have with you." Yan Ziyao put out the wine, took out paper money, ignited the art of controlling fire, and kneeled respectfully in front of the tomb: "I have heard that you are my closest relatives, and the closest relatives are you." But parents, so... father, mother... will you forgive the child for being unfilial, and only come to worship and pay homage to this day..." Bowing his head three times, it is not too late to know each other: "I know that my father and mother died of evil disasters, Please rest assured, parents, if one day I meet enemies, I will definitely destroy them, monsters are evil, I am not only doing this for my own selfishness, but also for others not to suffer the pain of parting from death."; Youyou Yinghuo puffed It made a sound, as if answering: "My son has a heart, how can he be offended, but the road in the river and lake is dangerous, so we must cherish it carefully." Yan Ziyao used a branch to pick apart the part of the paper that could not be burned due to overlapping, and when the fire was about to die, he took sake and poured it on it, and let the fire burn fiercely again. Where should I go first?" Suddenly there was a breeze to the north, bringing dust dust all over the sky, Yan Ziyao took it as his parents' guidance, packed his bags, and embarked on a journey north; one day's journey north under Yufu Mountain , is the ancient capital of Furong City, outside of Yufu Mountain, the feeling of independence from the world is lost once you see the scenery. On the road, there are occasional woodcutters carrying machetes up the mountain to collect firewood, or peddlers pushing wheelbarrows selling melons and fruits. Vegetables, when passing the tree-lined path, there are also sparrows chattering on the branches. Thinking about it this way, although this secular world is less spiritual than Yufu Mountain, it is much more lively; after half a day's journey, there are gradually teahouses and wine shops standing side by side as far as the eye can see. The expressions of the passers-by on the road are different. Some people hurried home to see their wives and children, some people stepped slowly to see the beautiful scenery, some people drank lightly and slowly in the wine shop, and there were also bold and bold men who ordered to drink wildly. Interference, let's look at the tea shed next door. I don't know who's lady hides her gauze and doesn't say a word. There are two or three servant girls serving tea. , Looking at the side of the tea shed, there is a low table, a ruler, and a small wooden table. There are old thread books on the table. Seeing that the tea shed is full of people, an old man in green clothes who looks like half a decade old comes out from the back of the tea shed with a teacup. As soon as the old man knocked on the hall wood and took the ruler, there was a thunderous applause from the audience. When the applause fell, the old man began to speak the book eloquently. Yan Ziyao watched him speak happily, his appearance and sound were present, and he was fascinated for a moment, silently When I got close to the tea shed, I didn't know it; when the waiter in the tea shed saw a guest coming, he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him with a smile: "Master, do you want to drink tea or listen to the book?" But the waiter was a little embarrassed after asking. There were no empty seats, he scratched his head again, and said embarrassingly: "The tea house is full now, my son, would you like to wait a little longer?"; What, it turned out that the storyteller was affected, he paused, and said to Xiaoer: "Little brother, I saw that this young man is destined, I just saw that there is a stool in the kitchen, please go and give it to me." Can he bring it?"

This storyteller can be said to be the God of Wealth grandfather in his shop. He came from nowhere. He speaks good books, but he doesn't ask for money. He only needs to have three meals and cover his head with a tile. The headline spread widely, and many young ladies from famous families willingly came to this suburb to listen to his storytelling. The wine shop next door only started to prosper after this gentleman came. How dare Xiaoer neglect him, he nodded in response, and ran away quickly He went to the kitchen and brought a stool over: "Young master, please sit down." "Thank you." Yan Ziyao sat upright, brushing his clothes, and nodded slightly to the old man; voice, and then started to talk about the book: "In the last paragraph, we talked about the love between men and women who are passionate and self-sufficient, so why don't we talk about the words ", special, way, and way?"; " Good!" The audience all agreed, and the drinkers in the wine shop over there also applauded, urging the old man to say, Jianghu heroes have never believed that there are monsters and ghosts in this world, most of them are mediocre, but only good wine is inevitably boring, some people Telling funny stories is also a kind of enjoyment; "Okay, old man, I... will come and talk to you." The old man held the ruler in his left hand, and gently stroked his beard and hair with his right hand: "This world has been around since the beginning of the sky. Ah, there are human beings, gods, and demons, and demons are also divided into born and fallen gods. There is love in the world, and there are gods. Some gods can get married, while some gods are obsessed with love, and become Buddhas with one thought. One thought becomes a demon, but not being able to ask for it is obsession, so obsession becomes mad, and from then on, you fall into a god and become a demon..." The storyteller Kai Kai talked about it, and the boys and girls in the audience were fascinated, especially when he talked about the pair When the hard-fated people have three lives and three lives but cannot ask for it, the audience is speechless. The relationship between a man and a woman is love, and the relationship between a man and a man is also love, but why is it not recognized by the world?The two male protagonists in that story were both gods in the first life, but they could not die well because one of them adhered to the laws of heaven. As a result, in the third life, they were human beings in the same world, but they still had to be burdened by the world, so that the person who was obsessed with the third life still could not accept such a love that violated the normal relationship... No, then that persistent person should also give up, right?

"If you want to know what will happen next, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down." The storyteller spoke vigorously today, and it took two full hours before he settled on the crucial point. Naturally, he could understand the brilliance of it. He packed up the objects on the table and locked them in the drawer under the low table. The scholar and the famous lady in the tea shed also packed up and prepared to go back. For a while, the tea shed and wine shop were all clean A lot, the younger brother was busy cleaning up the mess in the classroom, and had no time to take care of Yan Ziyao. He watched the storyteller slowly approaching him, and subconsciously asked: "The follow-up of the story, what happened to them?"; I can’t ask for it for three lifetimes, so who wouldn’t be hurt to the point of despair? It’s just that later, that idiot let go of his obsession, but he inevitably ended up in a tragic end...” The storyteller invited Yan Ziyao to drink a cup of tea, and said: “No I know that pair of idiots, but we can meet again..."; from what he said, it should be because he met the protagonist in the story, but these three lives and three lives, at least a thousand years, this old man After half a century, Yan Ziyao was curious: "This story...does it really exist?"

"Old man, I think that your son is extraordinary. When you are an extraordinary person, there are some things that you believe in, and you don't believe in them. It depends on how you look at them. The old man has a word to give, and the past is like a dream. I am lucky to meet a friend in a foreign land. Chanjuan will continue." The love is deep, don’t let the front end be a breeze.” The storyteller walked away slowly, and said to the younger brother that he would give the tea money to the storyteller in the future, and don’t take it again; the younger brother happily agreed, looked at Yan Ziyao and said Liao Xie left alone: ​​"They are all weirdos..." However, he is just an ordinary waiter, as long as he greets the guests well, and does not offend the boss and the financial supporter, just live a day and let others do what they do.

Yan Ziyao left the tea shed and set foot in places where there were many people. After walking for an hour, there were more and more hawkers on both sides of the road. Looking ahead, there was a high city wall with a moat more than three feet wide under the corner. A wooden plank bridge was built across the moat to connect traffic in the city and outskirts. Yan Ziyao kept in mind the teachings of his elders not to cause trouble, so when he entered the city, he walked with the people. The soldier stopped him and asked a few more questions. Fortunately, it is now considered a peaceful and prosperous age, and it is not uncommon for a hero from the green forest to fight with his sword in the rivers and lakes. So the soldier let him into the city after asking questions; All kinds of stalls, those stalls are complete with groceries and obey their own rules. Occasionally, there are a few vendors yelling to solicit business, but Yan Ziyao has no interest in these things. Biyu looked at him shyly, but didn't dare to go up to disturb the picturesque person in front of him; Yan Ziyao was worrying and bored, thinking that the three years of experience must be boring, when the street suddenly became a little commotion. The daughters were so excited that they forgot to hold back, and bumped into Yan Ziyao from behind. A group of people gathered downstairs for some reason. Yan Ziyao didn't care to ask, and walked around the crowd silently; "Look! Look! What a handsome young man!" The crowd was agitated for a while, most of them were middle-aged girls, blushing and looking at the window sill at the top of the building, that restaurant is unique, the windows facing the street on the second floor are not built high, and the street view can be seen from above The fundus of the eyes is mostly large, so you can see things in the window clearly from the bottom up; Yan Ziyao was attracted by these women's curiosity, suddenly stopped, turned back to look at the high place, and saw that Xuan Inside the window, there was a young man in light blue plain clothes, with a jade crown on his head, his hair tied up, and an ink fan in his hand. He drank wine and then smiled, revealing two dimples on his face. As for those idiots downstairs, he disdains I don't care, but his eyes tilted to the past, there was a person looking back at each other, and the afterglow of the setting sun slanted on that person, elongating his figure, although they didn't know each other, but he subconsciously lowered his eyebrows and smiled, nodded and said hello, As if they should be so familiar with each other, time freezes at this moment, smiling at each other is as gentle as the breeze blowing on the face.