hope the old man returns

This month is the time when the mulberry trees bloom most densely. I lie comfortably under the trees and feel the warmth, melancholy and longing they bring to me.

I am homesick, thinking of the distant 21st century with advanced technology.My friends, my lovers, and the family that abandoned me. . .

I always feel that only that place is my belonging and my own sense of existence, even though I am living in pain.

"Lan Jun, everything is ready, just waiting for your order." Xiaotong stood outside the yard respectfully and shouted towards me.

I had no choice but to get up, rubbing my short hair that became more and more messy and complaining dissatisfiedly, "Why are you so efficient, you can't be late, really."

"Lan Jun..." Xiaotong wrinkled her nose and looked at me, I pinched her delicate nose amusedly, took the black cloak handed over to me, put on a wide hat, and covered my face in the darkness .

"Let's go!"

I remember that this time I went to Puyuan, the most powerful organization in Jianghu, to participate in the annual auction.Normally, I would not go there in person, but the power of Pu Yuan has threatened the existence of Chu Pavilion in recent years, so I can't let it go.

I only brought Xiaotong with me this time. Puyuan is located in the Lin'an area. We drove for three or four days before arriving at the bustling town nearby.

Along the way, there are forces from Puyuan everywhere, and I can't help but sigh how powerful they are.

"Xiaotong, go find the inn." I handed the horse to Xiaotong and told her.

"Yes." Seeing her go away, I wandered boringly in the noisy market by myself.

"Master Lan, we meet again." I heard the voice, and saw a bald old monk in shabby robes, white eyebrows and white beard sitting in front of a simple tofu stall, looking at me kindly.

I couldn't help but stepped forward in doubt, "Master, do you know me?"

I saw that the old monk was startled, and then he put his hands together and recited the Buddhist words, shook his head and said, "Come on, I just hope that the benefactor will let go of his obsession as soon as possible. Life is like being in the midst of thorns. If the heart is moving, people will move rashly, hurting their body and hurting their bones, so they will experience all kinds of pain in the world."

"Why don't people have obsessions? The peddler's obsession is to make money to support his family, the businessman's obsession is to do business; the man's obsession is to marry a wife and have children, the woman's obsession is to be a husband and raise children; and the master's obsession is to educate People of the world, how can I let go? It's ridiculous and inexplicable!" I said with a frown.

This old monk is either a liar or an old fool. How could he persuade him to let go of his obsession with nothingness for no reason? It's ridiculous, ridiculous.

"The benefactor is so obsessed with not returning, and the old monk will not persuade him anymore. If the benefactor Lan wants to find the old monk in the future, he can go to Nanshan Temple in the western suburbs." The old monk stood up and nodded to me with a smile. The wooden stick by the corner of the table is hidden in the crowd.

I stared blankly at the direction where the old monk left for a long time.

"My lord, my lord, my lord, I finally found you..." I recovered from my fugue, and saw Xiaotong standing in front of me with her hips akimbo, breathing heavily, without the slightest bit of reservedness like a girl.

"My lord, what is this?" Xiaotong pointed to my waist and asked curiously.

I looked down suspiciously, and was surprised to find a pack of sachets cleverly embroidered with orchid patterns hanging on my waist, which was empty.

I frowned and took it off my waist. I wanted to throw it directly on the ground, but I saw a small note sandwiched between the slits on the top of the sachet: "The old monk has returned to the original owner. I hope the donor will return to the ashes. Return to the soil, it's over."

Return it to its original owner?I took the sachet and flipped through it, only to find that the back of the sachet was embroidered with a piece of green bamboo and clouds all over the cloth.

I hate the scent of orchids the most, and now I abnormally hold the sachet to the tip of my nose and smell it carefully.The elegant fragrance, with a little milk fragrance and long-term musty smell, somehow smells better than the orchids I have seen, which fascinates me.

"Young master?" Xiaotong looked at me with a ghostly look on her face. She has been by my side for so long and she knows that although I have the word orchid in my name, I never touch orchids. Burn the orchid you sent, let alone smell its fragrance.

"Weird, weird..." I seemed to be possessed by a ghost, and holding the sachet, I murmured and squeezed into the crowd without even hearing Xiaotong's anxious shouting from behind.

Ashes to dust, dust to dust.What is dust?What is soil?

"Master!!" Xiaotong yelled and caught up with me.

I put the sachet back on my waist and said with a smile, "Let's go!"

The "Yuelai Inn" that Xiaotong found is the property under the name of Puyuan. I have to say that Xiaotong won my heart.When I entered the inn, my strange and mysterious outfit attracted the attention of many people. I think the news will spread to Puyuan soon.

"Xiaotong, I want to take a bath."

Xiaotong smiled and said, "I knew the young master would give such an order, so I already asked Xiao Er to prepare."

"En." I nodded in satisfaction, and said to Xiaotong who was about to enter the door, "Go buy some bars! I'm hungry."

"Yes..." When he opened the door and entered the room, he could still hear Xiaotong's complaints when he left. Why are you still drinking when you are hungry, haha.

I took off the cloak that had been stuffing me for a long time, took off the white puppet mask I had been wearing all the time, and suddenly felt relieved.As if this is the real me.

I don't know when I started to dress up like this, but I subconsciously feel that staying in the warm sun will make me uncomfortable. Even if I always wear a cloak and a mask, I still can't get rid of the unbearable heat on my body, unless I have been living in darkness.

I simply soaked my body, casually put on a green dress, and looked at myself with short hair in the mirror suspiciously.

This is a habit I developed unconsciously. It's not that I'm narcissistic, it's just strange, where the pink heart-shaped tear mole under the corner of my eye comes from.

I remember I didn't have it when I was a child. . .