"... Shentu is in the dust, but the fan is pitiful! The fan is pitiful..." I repeated the last sentence, a bitterness suddenly felt in my heart.
Xuan Cang did not speak, and I lost the interest in continuing to speak.
When the car had arrived at the station and Xuan Cang took my suitcase and sent me to the car, I finally did not hold back, and asked, "Shen Tu Sword... you already have it!"
Xuan Cang paused for a moment, and then continued to stuff the suitcase on the luggage rack on the train.
I booked the ticket one day in advance last night. Because it is a small place, the population is small, and there are not many people who go back on working days, so I can easily book the tickets.
"Hmm!" He responded briefly.
I lowered my head and stood behind him without speaking, waiting for the outside broadcast to remind me that I was going to drive, Xuan Cang turned and walked outside.
"Actually, the few words the holy monk said were not poetry... but a method of sealing Shentu!" I followed Xuan Cang and sent him to the train door.
Xuan Cang paused at the gate of the train. He didn't look back when he heard what I said, but left quickly.
Sit and watch the clouds and wind turn, the sun and the moon shine together. In this sentence, there are wind, clouds, and sun and moon... These four are all concrete things. Wind and clouds can refer to the environment, while the sun and moon should refer to time.
Shentu is in the dust, but the fans are pitiful. There is Shen Tu in this sentence, which naturally refers to the'Shen Tu Sword'. As for'Zhihong Chen'... It should allude to the Shen Tu sword that moves the heart of the mortal, and it is no longer a mere artifact. It's just that he was moved by delusional thoughts, was deceived by the world and couldn't help himself, and he was just a poor man with divine power!
The journey back to my hometown is not too long, and the ordinary train takes only five or six hours. Perhaps because the place is barren and not prosperous enough, high-speed rail has been opened all the time.
Even in a car, there is only one trip a day. It starts at six in the morning and arrives at seven or eight in the evening.
Not to mention that the road is not easy to walk, the distance is nearly half farther than the train. This is why I don't want to take a car, but rather take a train!
The train departed at nine o'clock in the morning, and by three o'clock in the afternoon, the train was about to enter the station.
Because of avoiding other trains, the train waited for nearly half an hour outside the station.
I was a little bored waiting in the car, and just about to get up from the seat and walk, the mobile phone that had been in my pocket suddenly rang again.
I subconsciously glanced at the caller ID on my phone, and found that it was the home phone that called me yesterday.
Without thinking about it, I immediately connected the call.
"Hey!… "
"Hey! Xiaoyu! Have you set off? When will you be able to get home?" On the other end of the phone, there was an urgent voice from my mother.
This is also the first time I have heard the voice of my parents so eagerly wishing me to go home.
My throat faintly choked, and I said, "Well! It's already set off... It should be almost there!" I looked out of the car window, not sure whether it was coming.
"Okay! Call me when you leave the station, and I'll come to pick you up right away!" Mother said.
"Oh! Okay! I—" I haven't finished my words yet. On the other side of the phone, I had hung up, and there was a busy tone of'toot toot'.
Before he could finish speaking, they all got stuck in his throat.
Staring at the screen of the phone that had been hung up, for a moment... I don't know if I came back, whether it was right or wrong!
Holding the phone tightly in my hand, I looked sideways out of the train window. The weather outside was gray, just like my mood at this time.
The long wait finally passed. I almost watched the train below me and moved into the station bit by bit.
After getting out of the car, I was not in a hurry to call home. But standing inside the station, I just feel curious and unfamiliar with the station that is completely unfamiliar in this impression.
I thought I was a little bit excited when I came back this time. Knowing that I was standing at the station, I realized... I was not as happy as I thought.
I wondered if there was already standing outside the station, the figure of the person I had longed for.
As I walked to the outside of the station step by step, there was a burst of austerity and fear in my heart. I even have the urge to turn around and run off immediately.
I don't know if this is the legendary "close-family cowardice" or just pure fear and fear in my heart.
The distance from the station to the outside of the station is not far. I dragged the blue box behind me, only to find that it took me nearly twenty minutes to go out this way.
Standing at the end of the crowd, just stepping out of the station, what you see is a group of soliciting drivers and masters.
They yelled hard to solicit customers, standing under the gray sky, everyone's face showed a state of struggle and exhaustion.
"Beauty! Take the car?" As soon as I got out of the station, someone came up to say hello to me. While asking you with a smile, he immediately became dishonest with both hands, and wanted to pick up my box from me.
"No need! Thank you!" I smiled at him. Very cautiously, he avoided him sideways, speeded up his pace and walked a few steps forward, dragging the suitcase tightly in his hands.
The soliciting driver did not give up, just about to step forward and continue to lobby. Before this approached me, I was immediately stunned by the five monks wearing grey cloth robes.
Seeing the monks, the driver immediately stopped and didn't dare to step forward, but looked at me curiously.
The voluminous robe was a little taut by his raised mutter.
The four monks who followed behind that monk were surprisingly black and thin. The heights of the four people are different, and the skins are all dark and they look lean and lean.
It's always weird to look at it.
"Excuse me, is the Yao Yu donor?" The monk headed by him was a middle-aged man with a fat face and burning ears, who was seven feet tall.
Suddenly hearing my name, I was taken aback. He immediately raised his head and stared at the monk for a circle, and then looked at the other monk who was following him for a circle.
"You are?" I looked at the five monks who appeared suddenly.
In my memory, I have never seen a monk in Pinglin City, and there seems to be no temple!
"The poor monk's commandment! It's the mage invited from your mansion! The donor of Yao aggravated the old man's illness, and his mother had no time to come out to meet him, so he asked the poor monk to come out and wait for you." The middle-aged monk said in a gentle voice.
He looked like a five-and-three rough landlord, but this opening was completely an ancient classical Chinese style.
I heard Xuan Cang and Ling Qing talk before, and I have never felt as tired as I am now.
I glanced at the monk and asked, "My father is very ill. What should the monk do? Shouldn't I see a doctor?"