The bright moon sits on the ground

Fu Chonghong got off the carriage, and not long after, Xiao Xueyang also left.

After this farewell, they don't know when they will see each other again, but they don't feel sad, after all, the mountains are high and the rivers are long, there will be more chances to see you again in the future, and you can also see the lonely moonlight when you have nothing to do. Brew sake,? Respectively raise a glass and invite the moon to sleep together.

Down the Li River, passing through the Qiongshan Mountains, it winds and turns, and merges into the big river, then flees and disperses, turning into a few lights of fishing boats, thousands of miles of which are full of wind and rain, and when the ice and snow melt, in the early spring, Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng just arrived at Shenyun Pavilion.

It took five or six days to say nothing on the road, and I survived the rest of the winter, and spring came as promised.

When Nie Qiu set foot on this land again, looking at the strange yet familiar scene in front of him, he couldn't tell whether it was more joy or more sorrow.The old people in the nearby villages are still too old to chew the delicious fruit. Only when the young people cut it into small pieces, like scattered snow-white chess pieces, will they chew and swallow them; those children have grown up, Nie Qiu I can't recognize them anymore,? I vaguely identify those young children, but I feel that they are exactly the same as the ones in my memory, and I don't know if they are those few.

He took a deep breath, the fresh breath of bamboo forest and grass, mixed with the smell of blood deep in his memory poured into his nostrils.

But there is obviously no blood in this bamboo forest, green shoots grow out of the wet soil, all you can see is the green of the green bamboo and the black of the soil, and all the remnants and only things that are left sneak into the land with the passage of time ,Disappear.

It has been several springs and autumns since the last time I came here full of thoughts.

Nie Qiu didn't feel any pain, but when he saw the bamboo sea again, he just felt nostalgic.

"Look." He pointed a rock to Fang Qisheng and said, "That's where I first met Wen Wu."

Perhaps because it is not often mentioned, when "Wen Wu" was pronounced, Nie Qiu's lips and teeth were jerky and numb, and the tip of his tongue was lifted, and the corners of his lips were drawn to two places, and these two words were pronounced so easily , Every word sounds strange to him. Is "Wenwu" the boy in his memory? Is it the person who sat with him and listened to the sound of rain? Nie Qiu is not even sure.

Before he came into contact with the Bu family, he knew nothing about souls.

Now that he has experienced so many things, whether it is Bu Chenyuan or Bu Chenyuan, whether it is Qingjun or Jiang Sheng, or Gu Huazhi, he can see whether he is nostalgic for the world and refuses to let go, or forgets the past and makes another. Too much.

Shaking the copper bell in the sleeve, the silent bamboo sea swallowed up all the bell sounds, and there was no faint echo at the other end.

So Nie Qiu was sure that they had indeed all left, or they had left a long time ago, whether they left one after another that night, or when he came back to collect the bones, he had no chance to know, but he felt that he didn't know. It doesn't matter.

Mortals are immortal because of death, he thought, because death is too heavy, so it can cover up and erase everything, and because death is so light, it can be taken away by a gust of wind, and rested by a speck of dust, Just like this silent bamboo forest.

The scorched marks have long since disappeared, and the mottled lines left by the sword have also faded away with the new branches and leaves.

Caressing over the smooth bamboo branch, it no longer looks like what I remember, but Nie Qiu feels that it is here and has never changed.

"I've always thought about it...Shenyun Pavilion is like a fairyland in the mountains, with a secluded bamboo sea and gurgling streams. In the deep winter, there is only the sound of heavy snow crushing the branches and leaves. Other than that, it is silent, and it is a shelter. A good place to go." Nie Qiu said, "I had already thought about it at that time, after my death, I would bury my bones in the bamboo forest, and I could also seek a moment of leisure from this floating world."

"It seems that we can't be buried together." Fang Qisheng touched his chin, and then continued Nie Qiu's topic, "There is a burial mound on the back mountain of the Demon Cult, and I picked a place under the grape trellis as a place to go. When the vines are in full bloom, they can cast a whirling shadow to enjoy the shade, and the autumn wind is bleak and cold, and they can also look at the mountains and mountains in the distance for comfort.”

Nie Qiu really started to think about things after death. He thought about it, whether it was a bamboo grove or a grape trellis, in short, Shenyun Pavilion was going to be kept, and the Demon Cult was also going to go, so he came up with a compromise: " I have no idea of ​​preserving the remains..."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Qisheng knew what kind of bad idea he was going to come up with. It was nothing more than putting a piece here and a piece there. You don't mean to preserve the remains, and neither do I. It's better to throw them all into the fire and burn them clean. The remaining ashes can't be distinguished from you and me. Divide them into two piles. Those who should be buried in the Demon Cult are buried in the Demon Cult. , the one who should be buried in Shenyun Pavilion is buried in Shenyun Pavilion, so the two places are in touch."

In fact, it is really unlucky to talk about the funeral so early, but they are all people who have been wandering in the rivers and lakes, so they don't shy away from it.

Nie Qiu tried to think about the scene. The people who came to collect the ashes might show distressed expressions, but they had no choice but to do what they wanted. They went to both places, and thought it was a bit interesting, and said with a smile. :"this is okay too."

He moved his fingers, took Fang Qisheng's hand, pressed his palm tightly, and led him through the bamboo forest.

Even after so many years, when stepping into this labyrinth-like bamboo forest formation again, Nie Qiu was still able to calmly bypass those small traps used to cover his eyes. He could probably walk out with his eyes closed, as proficient as instinct .

The moment the sea of ​​bamboo faded and Shenyun Pavilion appeared in front of him, Nie Qiu suddenly stopped and looked at Fang Qisheng.

"Shengsheng, you should know that after I cut off contact with the Nie family, I never went back to see them, and the occasional things I sent were just for me to repay the debt of favor. Nie Chixing probably sincerely regards me as a I have also regarded him as my biological father, but I have different ideas, and I cannot understand each other after all, and this long torture has finally come to an end."

Nie Qiu said: "The only person in this world who I regard as an elder among writers is Master. Master has always been gentle. If he knows that I have someone I like and that I have a home, even if he still doesn't like Demon Cult, he will not hesitate to praise him. Give his blessing."

"I don't know how Master will react when he knows that you are the disciple of Master Chang, but," Nie Qiu paused, and said, "He passed away a long time ago, and he couldn't see you with his own eyes. The elders in my family can't give you any advice. Admittedly, although I have never mentioned these things, I have always been brooding about them, wishing I could not promise you like ordinary couples do when they get married."

Fang Qisheng stared into Nie Qiu's eyes. After a while, he smiled slightly and said, "To each other."

He is not afraid of rumors, even though Nie Qiu is also a man, he has never hesitated about it, but there are some things that he cannot give to Nie Qiu.He can't give a marriage that is used to announce the world; he can't give it when the house is full of children and grandchildren; even if it is what Nie Qiu said, he can't give it the approval of the elders of both parties. Walk as you go.

Regret is also regret, if you can't give it, you can't give it, there is nothing to regret.

Nie Qiu shook his head, "But, don't you regard Chang Jiaozhu as a relative? I was thinking, after meeting Chang Jiaozhu, I got his approval, and when all the dust settles, I will come to you again to propose marriage. If you like, then..."

Fang Qisheng thought that he was going to interrupt Nie Qiu again.

"I don't need to get his approval. With my master's temperament, he never likes to follow the rules, and he doesn't care about these things. No matter who it is, even if I make up a name, he can still say 'good'. Your sincerity." He sighed and said, "So, you should ask me if I am willing, instead of thinking about how to make him say yes."

Nie Qiu was completely disturbed by Fang Qisheng's remarks, and it was useless to think about it for a long time.

He had no choice but to be led by Fang Qisheng to continue talking, pursed his lips, restrained the expression on his face, and asked: "After these things are over, are you willing to marry me? Are you willing to grow old with me and stay together forever, Fang Qisheng ?”

Fang Qisheng replied: "I don't want to."

Like a bucket of ice water being poured down, it was icy cold. Nie Qiu was stunned for a moment, suppressing his beating heart, only feeling dizzy for a while. To be honest, he had already thought about it before he said these words. All the results, such as Fang Qisheng has always been unrestrained, and it is only natural that he does not want to be tied to the same person for the rest of his life, he has taken these into consideration.

However, the only thing he didn't expect was that Fang Qisheng refused so bluntly, so simply, without hesitation.

Nie Qiu hid the disappointment in his eyes, tried his best not to sound so trembling, and asked in a low voice, "Why?"

"Nie Qiu, all the teachers in your school are watching, so can't you be more confident in yourself? What about the example of the righteous way who was rumored to be a disaster in the righteous way, and who could make several forces go round and round with just one person?" Fang Qisheng touched Nie Qiu's face, intentionally ignored his whisper "That's not true", and continued, "In troubled times, no one will know what will happen tomorrow, so you don't have to wait for these things to fall into dust. Let’s talk later, I’m willing to marry you now.”

"Of course, I hope you understand that you are married to the Demon Cult, so I should propose marriage to you."

Nie Qiu wondered if he saw a sly smile on Fang Qisheng's lips, but he had no time to think about it, his mind was full of Fang Qisheng's sentence "I am willing to marry you now", and he suddenly felt like a glow Back, it was probably his illusion, how could he feel that the empty Shenyun Pavilion was full of people, looking at him with hot eyes full of urging.

"It doesn't matter who proposes marriage to whomever." He slowly considered his words and said, "Are you really willing to marry me? Even if you will be imprisoned in chains for the rest of your life, with nowhere to escape, Even so, would you like it?"

"I should ask you this." Fang Qisheng narrowed the distance between them and kissed Nie Qiu's eyes, "Are you really willing to spend your whole life with a demon leader who is full of evil and deviates from the righteous way? , is there no turning back from now on?"

The hair brushed gently across his face, and it was a little itchy. Nie Qiu squinted his eyes and felt the moist and warm touch at the corners of his eyes. He looked around for no reason, and there was no one except him and Fang Qisheng. He couldn't even hear the voices of birds and beasts, but he suddenly felt relieved, raised his hand and pressed Fang Qisheng's back of the head, and then solemnly kissed his lips.

"I am willing." Nie Qiu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "When will you come to marry me?"