Thousand Lantern Night

It is snow mountain.The name subconsciously popped up in my mind: Changbai Mountain.

The vast snow-capped mountains can hardly see other colors, and all the snow-lines and snow-peaks rise and fall one after another into white.In this environment, there is no way to focus the line of sight.

Fortunately, there is still an active focus in front of my eyes.

Although there is only a dark shadow left in my field of vision, I can only stare at his back, panting like an old cow and struggling to climb up behind him, but it is better than seeing nothing .

But in my heart, I was afraid that I would not watch him closely enough, and let him suddenly disappear in front of my eyes, so I almost didn't even dare to blink my eyes.Because of this, I couldn't see the road, so when I stepped on the ground and fell into the snow, I almost gritted my teeth and cursed out the anger and unwillingness in my heart. "Ah—fuck!"

I wiped away the snow all over my face in embarrassment, and the frozen snow on the ground made a small cut on my face. I didn't feel any pain, but my face was numb.While poking off the slush in my mouth, I looked up in the direction of the person in front of me.

Hearing my cursing, he finally stopped and turned to look at me.

God damn it, before that when I went up the mountain with him, I talked more than I did in my entire life, and he just ignored me as if it was air, and was determined to go into the snow mountain to die.

Now, he finally found his conscience and stopped to look at me.I didn't know what to do for a while, so I just knelt in the snow and looked up at him.Will he come back and give me a hand?It occurred to me that I might be able to say something else to him to make him change his mind.

Who knew that he just glanced at me, and then turned back and walked forward.

Your uncle's Zhang Qiling, you are too fucking cold-blooded!

I was irritated all of a sudden, and I always felt that the glance just now was not a friend's concern at all, but a naked challenge.It's like saying, you can't keep up anyway, so stop dragging people down here.This stinking, boring man, he is challenging the dignity of the young master!

I patted the snow angrily, got up and continued to charge.I was surprised to find that he didn't go any further until I climbed up to the top of the hill where Poker Bottle was standing on all fours.

But I soon learned that he was definitely not waiting for me.Because his whole body is like a wooden sculpture looking at the distant mountain peaks, the place split by sunlight and darkness, the seamless connection of warmth and desolation.Like the difference between life and death.

There is Yunding Tiangong, which we have visited together, and there is an incomparable bronze door inside.Poker Ping once went in, and at the place where we are standing, Pok You Ping once bowed down to the place where the Heavenly Palace is.

Like some kind of ritual.With a fateful decision.

Now, he just stared there blankly.In my opinion, his eyes and expression revealed extreme desolation, which turned out to be suffocating loneliness.

A loner like him, chasing the mystery of fate, he already knew everything, but why didn't he show the joy of returning home?According to the normal logic, shouldn't this so-called "obtaining the Tao" laugh three times and then shout "Fortunately! Fortunately!"?

Although looking at his appearance, I feel so sad that I can hardly even breathe, but isn't this the result of my painstaking pursuit with him?

Could it be that this fateful arrangement was something he didn't like?

However, for a person like him, what is the so-called liking or disliking?

People or things in this world are nothing but experiences to him, so how can there be any likes or dislikes?

My oxygen-deprived mind was thinking chaotically. I don't know why, but now I just want to squat down and cry.like a child.Then I hugged Poker-Face's thigh and told him not to leave me.

This kind of thinking is very silly.

But, I really think so.

Just when I was about to suppress my emotions and ask him what he was going to do, I suddenly heard him talking to me.

"Wu Xie."

As always, before he opened his mouth to say anything to me, he would call my name first.Every time he calls my name, I feel that he calls it very seriously, as if every time he calls my name, it is the last time.That kind of distressing chewing, like tasting my name on the tip of my tongue, made me involuntarily want to focus all my attention on him.

I blinked my eyes and glued my eyes to him, ready to hear what he would tell me.

However, he just called my name and said nothing.His eyes pulled back from the distant mountain peaks and landed on me, locking me firmly, as if trying to see through me.

Maybe it's because I'm facing the light, I seem to see an indescribable sadness and heaviness in Pokerfing's eyes, which turn into flashes like water in the sun, and disappear in the blink of an eye.

I subconsciously wanted to reach out and catch it.In the past when I was with Poker Finger, even in the most intimate moments between the two of us, he never showed such emotions.Why is there now?He came to Hangzhou to say goodbye to me. If I hadn't come to Changbai Mountain with him, would he be so sad when he was alone?

sad.This is the first time I have seen such an emotion in Poker Bottle.

Why is he sad?Is it because you want to leave this world?Is it because of an undeniable fate?Or, is it because of me?

All my woes were suppressed, and what turned up was only an endless sadness.I suddenly grabbed his hand so tightly that he couldn't escape. "Brother, let me accompany you one last time."

Poker bottle just looked at me indifferently.The emotion just now has long since disappeared, as if it was just an illusion of my own.Does he know it?Do you know that if it is really possible, as long as he is willing, even if this journey leads to the end of hell, I can accompany him on the journey.

He must not know.

That's why they said to me so indifferently, "I can only walk the future road alone", turning a blind eye to my thousands of miles of pursuit and my heart.

For him, nothing is more important than his mission.So, why would he be sad because of me?

The more I think about it, the more depressed I become, but I know very well that this is not the time to be depressed.The sun is fading on the edge of the snow mountain, and another night is coming.We must find the place where the Tibetan wind is stationed.

We pitched our tent on a leeward side and built a fire.I toasted the bread I bought at the bottom of the mountain to a layer of crispy burnt, and then handed it to Poker Bottle.He took it and ate in silence, never looking at me or speaking again.Under the firelight, there were slight wrinkles between his brows, as if he was thinking about something.

I regained the energy I had when I went to the snow-capped mountains with him, chatting with him endlessly.I have always been talking, he is listening, and I will laugh alone when I talk, but he just curls the corners of his mouth slightly to show that he is listening to me.It wasn't until I got hoarse that I felt really exhausted.I grew quieter, until at last we stared silently into each other's eyes, motionless.

A long time ago, there was a situation like this between us.The end result of looking at each other was that we hugged each other chaotically, biting each other's lips, tearing each other's clothes as if we wanted to tear each other apart and devour each other.In the end, Poker-Face's body, which looked thinner and softer than a woman's, exploded with limitless strength, pressing me down with overwhelming physical strength, and then let me experience the life-and-death reversal of Pangu's creation myth.

Right now, of course, I don't think that Poker Bottle would do such irrational things in this atmosphere, but the way he looked at me made me panic even more than that time.If the look in the eyes at that time was the kind of deep and shocking feeling, then the look in the eyes now is so indifferent as if nothing exists.

In the eyes of Poker Bottle, nothing actually existed.

Even I, who has experienced life and death and emotional resonance with him, is no longer in his eyes.

He gave up everything.including me.

I can no longer speak.

He looked at me for a while, then went into the tent silently.There was a rustling sound from inside, and he began to pack his things.I sat beside the fire in infinite desolation, like a abandoned log.Subconsciously, I reached into my pants pocket and touched a half-dried leaf.

I put the leaves on my lips and blew softly.

It was an old tune.It is said that a long time ago, a young man who lived on the snow field courted a young girl.

The guy who taught me said he just remembered the tune.

At that time I asked him, have you ever asked for love from the girl you love?

His answer to me was to gently touch my face with his hand and shake his head.Wu Xie, I don't know.I just want to blow it to you.

I played the tune, closed my eyes and felt the cold tears streaming down my face.I don't know how to describe my despair.

I didn't even hear it, the sound of Xisuo in the tent stopped for a while.

At last I put my head on my hands and knees.Poker Bottle came out of the tent, seemed to have just paused, and went straight to a place farther from the fire. "You go to sleep in the tent, I'll watch the night. I left some equipment for you, you'll need it when you go down the mountain."

I didn't want him to see me in a mess, and crawled into the tent dejectedly.The wind blows outside, like countless people whispering in my ear.I didn't fall asleep at all, I was just thinking, why isn't Poker Bottle sad at all?

Until dawn, I fell asleep for a while, and then woke up suddenly.Then I got out of the tent in a panic and found that the Poker bottle was gone.

Regardless of the tent and backpack, I instinctively rushed out to find him.

"Zhang Qiling! Zhang Qiling! Zhang-qi-ling!"

On the empty snow-capped mountain, only my own hysterical shouting, trying to shout his name.The echoes of the snow-capped mountains bounced back in waves, like the valley singing a song.

Zhang Qi Ling.

I snapped my eyes open.Shouting Zhang Qiling's name, he sat up sweating profusely from the bed.I swung my arms wildly, as if I was really running in the snow.

A cold thing rolled down on my crotch, and I vaguely saw a light and transparent white shadow, which instantly sank into the jade seal stuck between my legs like a puff of smoke.

I widened my eyes, picked up Yuxi and looked at it repeatedly.Is this Aladdin's lamp?Just rub it and a genie will come out of it and fulfill all my wishes?Hahaha, this joke is so cold.

Immediately afterwards I realized that I was dreaming.

The strange thing is that this dream is a bystander watching what others are doing like watching a movie.And this other person is actually not someone else, but also myself, Wu Xie.

It's hard to describe the feeling.I entered my dream.Not only can I clearly see what I'm going through, but I can feel my state of mind and feelings at that time.

The man in the dream, the man named Zhang Qiling - I slowly raised my head, it was the man in the painting hanging on the wall beside my bed!

I seem to have a great connection with him.