The road got longer and longer, as if there was no end in sight, sometimes Shen Jue would stop for a while, raise his head to look around, and after reading it, he was basically sure that he had walked past this place. Although the footprints have long since disappeared, the changes in scenery and objects are not significant. It's just that sometimes, when you walk, you feel as if you have walked through the vicissitudes of life. Obviously this place is a large uninhabited mountain forest, but now the road has been opened up, there are restaurants and markets, and people come and go.
He looked at it, lowered his head again, and continued walking. Dressed in simple green clothes, walking with a dusty burden on his back and bowing his head, he looks like an ordinary passer-by, only hawkers who are squatting on the ground selling goods and looking for buyers can notice him.
He has a handsome face.
Different from Yi Mo's handsomeness, the lines of his outline are more cold and hard, so his facial features are very handsome and tough, and his tall and stalwart figure, if he is willing to raise his head and his eyes are more agile, he can attract many people. attention. But he never looked up. As if walking just for the sake of walking, with downcast eyes and a plain expression. His eyes were also dim, not calm and calm, but rather gloomy. Like a puppet whose soul has been taken out, the marching under the feet is just marching.
The peddler looked at him twice and stopped paying attention. Some people were not buyers at first glance, and he needed to support his family, so he had no time to waste time on such people. He didn't take a third look, so he didn't notice that this indifferent traveler had already swayed to the far away tower in the blink of an eye after he looked away. Then he went to a place that he couldn't see.
When he was young and cared by his family, he was always greedy to enjoy the beauty of the world, loved to talk and laugh, and would be willful. Even in the years when he only went back once a year, he didn't seem to have grown up much. When he got home, he would chatter endlessly, telling anecdotes and strange things along the way, and during the New Year's Eve vigil, he would sit by the fire and sing Let the parents listen to the songs they have heard. Sometimes he intentionally sang out of the way, and the tune went somewhere, so he watched Liu Yanxiao collapsed in front of Yi Mo with joy, holding his stomach with one hand, and wiping away the tears from laughing with the other. Yi Mo would also laugh, laughing and scolding him more and more shamelessly.
so loud. Yi Mo said, you have killed all the yellow birds I raised. —Actually, it was his own carelessness, Dongye forgot to take it back, and froze to death.
So he traveled a long way because of this, and when he came back the next winter, he took out the most beautiful and best-singing yellow bird he could find and gave him as compensation. That yellow bird, Yi Mo, has been raised all the time, and it has never been sick or suffered any disasters. It was not until it died of natural causes that it was buried in the sea of flowers.
He used to be so loud.
Ever since there was another tomb on Luofu Mountain, his razor-thin lips were tightly pressed together, and he never opened them except for drinking water.
The longer he walked, the more profound his cultivation became, and after he was finally able to absorb the dew full of spiritual energy before the dawn, he didn't even need to drink the water in the world. His lips were pursed into a line for a long time.
He walked like this, and beside him were the noisy stream of people, or the tall and straight green hills, or the silent wall, or the village where the dogs were barking. Every time he wanders, there are some subtle changes. However, nothing can fall into his eyes. He is just an endless traveler, passing by the green willows and peach blossoms in the tossing world, passing by the wasted life of strangers.
After walking through a large stretch of silent wilderness, there was another city tower facing us. Shen Jue walked in with lowered eyes and head.
Crossing the avenue, crossing the alley, in front of the bustling market, he kept walking until he caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly stopped.
"Does this master like it?" Seeing the business coming to the door, the smiling peddler hurriedly picked up his goods and handed them to the customers. The body is both thin and moist, look at the glaze, look at the color, all of which are meticulously crafted, look at the lotus seat below... "
The peddler obviously saw the customer's lips move, and immediately kept quiet, waiting for someone to speak.
Then the man pointed and said, "I want these three."
His voice was appallingly hoarse, as if the voice could only be made by a throat that had been destroyed by charcoal fire. The peddler was taken aback, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
Shen Jue put down the broken silver and thanked her, then turned and left holding the porcelain. The only peddler was holding the silver, staring blankly at his back, wondering what a person with such a terrifying voice would have anything to do with these gadgets sold to children. Although the voice is a little ugly, but he is tall and has a lot of money. I think he bought it for his own children, but he is a very good person.
The peddler collected the money, and the ten copper coins were sold for such a price, and he grinned happily.
Shen Jue walked for a while, went out of the city gate and walked into a wild forest before stopping. Unlike usual, he did not practice immediately, but sat cross-legged on the ground and opened the package he just bought. Inside are three small porcelain objects, a sleepy porcelain doll, a porcelain fox, and a small porcelain dog.
He held the three china wares in his hand, looked at them again and again, and then untied his burden, and took out another porcelain ware from inside. It was a little fat dog, with thick and simple workmanship. There are no such porcelains anymore.
Shen Jue held the clumsy puppy, then looked at the thin and nimble puppy, thinking that he really couldn't go back.
He has nowhere to go.
Sadness came out of nowhere, and she couldn't hold it back. Facing the fat and lazy clay doll, Shen Jue choked up and said in a low voice, "I miss you all."
Years of silence made his voice lose its clear original tone, and his voice became so ugly. After picking up the crying, like a wandering soul crawling out in the middle of the night, every sound is sobbing to the world.