The ups and downs of the river made the boat sway slightly, and the sound of silk and bamboo in the boat spread on the river, as if it happened to be dancing with the woman by the river.
The woman raised a section of her sleeve, covered her face lightly, raised her peach eyes, looked at Gu Nan, opened her mouth, and sang a small poem in a low voice.
"The country is not here, the general will return. The old country is not here, the general will return?"
In a word, the sleeves unfolded, and the wind moved. The spring breeze moved the hem of the clothes, wrinkled the river water, and wrinkled people's hearts.
The woman by the river danced lightly among the flying catkins like smoke, and the little words accompanied by the music spread farther and farther, as if they had been passed on to that distant age.
"Mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away, and the way to go is difficult to return. Ask the king when he will return. There are millions of soldiers, and there are battles and battles. When the road is peaceful, you will return."
The sound of reciting Fu is distant, with her back facing the distant mountains outside the city, the woman's plain clothes are spotless, and her eyes are downcast.
"I still remember the lingering voice in the old days, and I still remember the old people under the tree still relying on each other. I still remember going to the battlefield and leaving a white dress..."
Except for the music, all the other sounds by the river stopped, leaving only the short words sung in a low voice.
Gu Nan also looked at the woman in rapt attention, until the dance and the music faded away, the woman's dance stopped, and she sang the last line to Gu Nan.
"The old man is not here, the general will return. The peace is over, will the general return?"
She seems to be asking Gu Nan, but also seems to be persuading Gu Nan, the country is no longer there, the old country is no longer there, the old friend is no longer there, maybe she should let go.
But Gu Nan looked at her for a long time and asked.
"You called me, where are you going?"
The woman froze for a moment, but found that she couldn't answer.
After thinking for a long time, she remembered the hut in Gu Nan's mountain forest and said.
"Otherwise, I'll build you a house."
In her impression, people regard the house as their home, and once they have a home, they can return home naturally.
Gu Nan was amused by her, and raised his eyebrows and said.
"Well, you can marry me again, this is home, and I don't want you to call me Gu Lang."
(Lang is not only a name for a young man, but also a name for a woman's husband or lover.)
The woman was stunned for a moment, her face seemed to have a little blush, but maybe it was just because she was tired from dancing.
She tilted her head slightly, and said in a calm voice.
"If you want, you can."
Gu Nan looked at the woman, smiled and shook her head, she really didn't understand anything.
"I'm kidding you, you really believe it."
"That's it." The almost invisible blush on the woman's face dissipated, and she asked again: "Then do you want a room?"
Sighing, Gu Nan covered her face with the bamboo hat and lay down.
"What do I need a house for?"
She seemed to have fallen asleep by the river again. The woman stood for a while, then sat down beside her, without waking her up again.
In the painting boat, the middle-aged man looked at the river side dazedly, and said to the person beside him who was also in a daze.
"Go ask the girl who danced by the river just now, I want to see her."
But when the people sent by the middle-aged man rushed to the river, they could no longer find the woman, only a man in green shirt lying under the willow tree and dozing off.
A bamboo hat is covering her face, and a peach blossom is placed beside her.
However, there are no peach blossom trees on these two banks, and I don't know where the peach blossoms come from.
The scholar at the painting stall on the street finished his painting. He put away his pen, looked at the human scene on the scroll, and let out a long sigh. This painting is the best one he has drawn so far, and it is probably the best one. It will be the best one he has ever painted in his life.
In the painting, Yangliu Yiyi, it should be the best time of spring, a woman by the river sings and dances gracefully, and the singing probably happened a long time ago.
It's just that the man in the blue shirt the woman was facing was probably too ordinary and ignored by him.
The next year, the middle-aged man came to Yangzhou again, this time as Emperor Sui, and people said he was looking for a woman.
It's a pity that he still didn't find it, only found a painting of the woman, bought it with a lot of money and brought it back. According to legend, a few years later, the painting disappeared in his bedroom, and no one has seen it since.
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Gu Nan has gradually lost the ability to distinguish these times, probably more than ten years, or decades.
The mountains and forests are quiet.
"Dang bang bang bang."
On a mountain road in the forest, there was a crisp sound.
A young monk came, he looked a little thin, the brown cassock and the monk's robe inside were a bit loose, and he was holding a Zen staff in his hand.
That crisp sound came from the Zen stick in his hand, and with his footsteps, the rings hanging on the Zen stick jingled.
In Buddhism, the Zen staff is used to wake up sleep when sitting in meditation, so such noise is really easy to disturb people's dreams.
When the monk was walking through the mountain road, he saw a person beside the road.
She was lying on a stone by the roadside, wearing an ordinary cloth, a bamboo hat, and a black "cane" hanging from her waist.
Gu Nan passed by here, thinking that this mountain forest is quiet, so he took a nap here, who knew that he was woken up by the sudden sound just after sleeping.
Reluctantly, he took off the bamboo hat on his head, propped himself up, and sat up.
It seems that every time she sleeps on the side of the road, she will be woken up by someone.
Seeing that Gu Nan was awake, the monk raised one palm, stood in front of him, bowed down, and said slowly.
"The little monk passed by here and accidentally disturbed the benefactor, please forgive me."
Gu Nan held the bamboo hat and looked at the person in front of him.
At the same time, the monk also looked at her. When he saw her appearance clearly, the monk was slightly taken aback, but soon recovered, bowed down again calmly, and said.
"I don't know if it's the female benefactor, but the monk is rude again."
"Nothing." Gu Nan waved her hands, jumped off the rock, patted her clothes, and was ready to leave now that she was awake.
Seeing that she was about to leave, the monk also continued on his original path.
We met by chance, and we couldn't say a few words at first.
But before he took a few steps, Gu Nan's voice came from behind him: "Well, monk, do you have any food on you?"
The monk stopped and turned around in doubt: "Yes, yes, what's the matter for the benefactor?"
"I haven't eaten for about three days, can you give me some?"
The mountain road was silent for a while, and after a while, the monk nodded: "That's it."
As he spoke, he took off the bag he was carrying behind him, put it on the ground, opened the bag, and there were three steamed buns inside.
This steamed bun looked like it had been around for some time, its complexion was gray, and it was as hard as a stone.
He broke one of the steamed buns in half, and handed the two and a half steamed buns to Gu Nan.
"I don't have much left from the journey, only these, please keep them well."
Gu Nan saw that the monk gave herself two and a half of her three steamed buns. She rarely saw such a person.
"Monk, what's your name?"
The monk replied: "My little monk, Xuanzang."
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