Reminiscing about my life in the mist

From Chunyang to Wanhua, there is actually not much distance.They hired a carriage and arrived in no time.

After inquiring, no one knew of the existence of such a female disciple, so he stayed there tiredly, planning to look for it tomorrow.They searched all day the next day, but no one knew that there was such a female disciple who studied under Wan Hua more than 20 years ago.It was the Flower Festival, and the sea of ​​flowers was full of fragrance, but they couldn't resist the warm invitation, so the two stopped their search for now.

The Flower Festival in Qingyan Mountain is very lively. There are an endless stream of tourists from all over the country, and the people in the Flower Valley are also very happy.They went out to enjoy the red, chatted and laughed with strangers, Zong Xun hadn't seen Master smiling so happily for a long time.Perhaps, there has never been a person who has never experienced suffering and depression, as he has always been a gentle and lively person.As if it could go on like this forever.

As the crowd gradually receded, Master's smile became calm and gentle, and the happy smile before was like an illusion.Sparse tourists are still admiring the flowers, they have already set foot on the bluestone steps they are looking for.After visiting many old people, someone finally found out.

The old man who said he knew was in good spirits, and cheerfully led the master and apprentice to go. "You mean Qiu Niang? She's not here anymore. Let me take you to see her."

The two listened silently to the old man's narration.Zong Xun didn't know what the old man meant when he said he was gone, and he didn't dare to make a judgment.He carefully supported the man, not seeing any emotional fluctuations in him.

"As usual, Qiuniang left Wanhua to go on a trip. I heard that she was going to Kunlun. She came back after a few years. It is said that she was married. Later, she came back. She didn't say anything. After a few years, she was married. I’ve been there, it’s been almost 20 years, right?” When he was talking, the old man pointed to the cemetery, “Here, our Wanhua disciples were all buried there. Choose a place you like and bury it. Mother is here too."

Zong Xun didn't know when the old man left.Just looking at the isolated tomb, I felt that the arm he was supporting the man seemed to be heavy, so that every step became slow and heavy.

The man didn't say much, and sat on the ground gently stroking the engraved name, as gentle as he had done for her countless times before.

Qiu Niang left.

Disappeared without warning in the silent night.She didn't say much, just left a note:

Azen,

I'm tired, tired.May we never meet again in this life.

Sorry.

He stared at the note blankly, as if he couldn't understand it.

"Master?" Someone shook his arm, and the note slipped from his fingers.He can't seem to hear anything...

Lu Jiang asked him with tears in his eyes, "Master, doesn't she want us?"

He couldn't answer.

Thoughts seem to have stopped, and time has become slow and chaotic.It's not that he doesn't want to ask, it's not that he doesn't want to look for it.It's just that the phrase tired is enough.Enough for him never to ask again, never to bother again.Qiuniang understands him, and this one sentence is the end.

The people who know you best are often not the people you know best.

He used to think that this warm and soft woman would always be by his side.However, she said she was tired and bored.

Just like she and her hut suddenly appeared in the wind and snow, and then disappeared so abruptly.His life was thrown into chaos in an instant.The apprentice died, and the lover left.He seemed to be missed by this world suddenly.Everyone has arranged their destination, only him, who has been forgotten.nothing left.

The person who taught him to be gentle, taught him to love, and occupied his entire emotional world, is gone.He thought there would be a future, he thought they would have children, he thought he could watch his apprentices grow up, he thought...

Turns out nothing is what it was supposed to be.

He has been cool since he was a child, but being cool doesn't mean he has no emotions.He thought he wouldn't say it, but she would understand the tenderness in his eyes.But so what?What is the love of these years?Have you started?Can there be an end?It's all unsolvable.It's like a big muddled dream, everything you see is vague and distant, you can't feel it, you can't feel it.

He thought, that's probably the only way to go.

Then he was awakened.

The quiet, steady and gentle boy cried.Holding him, tears fell on his face and into his heart drop by drop.The young man who smiled gently no matter what difficulties he faced, the young man who was always comforting the younger brothers and sisters, "Don't be afraid, with Master here, everything will be fine."It was the first time that she lost control like this, hugging him sleeping peacefully on her lap, throbbing with sadness.Suppressing his voice, he cried so carefully that even when he was wronged, he seemed so cautious.Trembling and whimpering, "I only have you, only you...Master, I only have you...don't want me..."

The hot teardrops hit the face drop by drop, splashed coldly, and shattered into little flowers.

It smashed his drowsy dream, smashed his empty shell to avoid pain.He thought it was just a long sleep, but was told that half a year had passed.

Mistress, it's been almost half a year since I left, and the anniversary of my second junior brother's death is coming soon, master...

At that time, he had already moved away and saw that when the expression in his eyes regained clarity, he was crying and laughing with tears on his face, returning to his usual graceful posture.That boy, the half-grown boy who has taken good care of himself and his junior brother who has been unconscious for the past few months, no, he is already a young man.

when?

What he didn't find was that Zong Xun had grown into a reliable young man, tall and slender, looking at him with a solemn and sharp face.He didn't need anyone to tell him, during the few months when he didn't know anything, he supported the family and arranged everything properly.At this time, she looked at the man with a troubled face, what should I do?master.She left you, and the younger brother is not here anymore.

How to do it?

The man patted his head and laughed so hard that Zong Xun's brows were tightly frowned, and the center of his brows was painful.But before he had time to think about what to do, he subconsciously hugged the man into his arms, "Master, don't be sad, I'm still here... my little brother is here too."

The man smiled and felt that it was nothing more than that.The half-grown young man who held him in his arms patted the back of his head soothingly, but the man didn't say anything.The laughter echoed and gradually quieted down.The man led Zong Xun with one hand and Lu Jiang with the other and went back to the house.Have a good time.

Those who couldn't keep them all left, and life still had to go on.

At that time, the young Lu Jiang saw his master laughing with tears streaming down his face, and his brother frowning. He thought that the word "love" really hurt people.

A prophecy.

He didn't expect that his emotion back then was so correct.Right, for the first time he didn't want to show off his brilliant vision.But helpless.

Just by looking at the tombstone, you can tell it's been a while.This person has been gone for almost 20 years, and naturally there is no result.The man stroked those two words and remained silent.

Autumn.

Qiuniang's name is Qiuxiu, a disciple of Danqing under Baixuan's sect of painting saint Lin Baixuan.

After sitting for a long time, his legs became a little numb, and he was a little unsteady when he stood up. Zong Xun hurried forward to support him.

The man took advantage of his strength to stand firm, settled down, and gently brushed Zong Xun's hand away.Stand up and salute quietly. "Farewell, Qiuniang." A sigh as light as a feather brushed across the water, and slowly exhaled the stale air that had been stagnant for more than 20 years.

Zong Xun suddenly couldn't believe it.He waited quietly for the final verdict.I thought I would wait for a meeting, a grief, but... that's all?

He walked up and stood behind the man, leaning into his ear, "Master, put it down?"

"kindness."

He seemed to be able to feel the man smiling, and from behind, he was very close to the man, almost sticking to each other.But he didn't dare to get close, afraid that the man would notice his trembling.

They returned to Chang'an, to the man's ancestral home.

Zong Xun still waited respectfully by the side, but the atmosphere was no longer heavy and oppressive.In other words, the man's heart knot dissipated with the end of that life, and Zong Xun's heaviness also dissipated.

A tree of pear blossoms in the yard is blooming, facing the sun and blooming bright white.

The man sat at the window and watched without speaking.

"Master, may I help you go for a walk in the yard?" The early spring wind was still a bit chilly, the man was sitting by the window with only his single clothes on, afraid of the wind, Zong Xun put a coat on him.

In the past, the man would definitely shake his head.This time, however, Zong Xun allowed Zong Xun to lead himself into the yard in a hugging gesture.The man stood under the tree and looked at it carefully. Suddenly he closed his eyes, bent slightly and approached the flower branch, and kissed a blooming pear blossom with its head hanging down.

Zong Xun was right behind him, stunned, his heart beating faster and faster, if... if... really want to hug this person.

The lips that were so pale that their lips were light in color gently kissed the stamen, covered and separated by the white petals.It was almost an instant thing, but the feeling of trembling eyelashes kept trembling into Zong Xun's heart.Pure and beautiful.

Zong Xun just wanted to open his mouth, but closed his mouth silently as if awakened from a start.I didn't want to disturb this moment, so I waited quietly, just like I have done for so many years.

The man took another chopstick, "Is this dish made by Xun'er? It's delicious." When he laughed, the lines in the corners of his eyes showed joy.

"Yes." Zong Xun also smiled. "Master looks happy."

"Yes." The man took a mouthful of rice and chewed it carefully.

Zong Xun waited for him to swallow before opening his mouth, "Is there anything happy about Master?"

"Isn't there nothing special to be happy about?"

"Not really..." Zong Xun thought for a while, "Master, do you want to drink? I remember that there was a altar of pear blossoms buried under the tree in the courtyard."

The man instinctively wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it again, he smiled, "That's fine."

Zong Xun fetched wine and warmed it up.I am also happy in my heart. Master is much better these days, and he loves to move around and laugh.Although she is still pale, her spirit is much better. Her skin, which has not seen the sun for many years and lacks blood color, will always be glazed with a jade-like transparent color when basking in the sun in the yard.

Zong Xun poured wine for the man, a small cup, full of mellow aroma.Zong Xun served the man with vegetables, and followed him gently with his eyes, talking about what he saw and heard when he was young.

Unconsciously, he drank a little too much, the blush on his cheeks exuded a scorching temperature, and he leaned on Zong Xun's body, and it was not clear that he was carried to wash up.

After putting the waiter on the bed and lying down, the person had already fallen asleep in a daze.

Zong Xun can't admit it, he really likes to see men in a drunken state with their eyes closed and blushing, leaning against him limply and asking what to do, he is extremely obedient.

"Master, master?" Zong Xun gently pushed the man.

no response.

"Master?" He leaned close to his ear and called out again.

My head moved, and I fell asleep again.

Zong Xun smiled, observing the man's drunken state closely.the end.He bowed his head and kissed him.

The bright red lips, tainted by the smell of wine, were slightly hot, exuding the aroma of pear blossom wine.Zong Xun didn't dare to use too much force, he just rolled and sucked on his lips, gently and carefully.In the end, he licked the other's lips as the ending of his satiation.

This was the first time Zong Xun did such a daring thing, and Zong Xun didn't feel any anxiety.He just felt that this person finally let go.From now on, then, it would be just the two of them.Then, can we be together...together?If you are happy in your heart, maybe, you can also...

Zong Xun pursed his lips, looking at the sleeping man, he felt a little shy.

He shook his head and smiled, and fell asleep with the person in his arms.

Ah Cen, go to sleep.

I will always be there.