The coast of the East China Sea is not a prosperous land of fish and rice, the land is barren and hilly.
Looking far away is the boundless sea. When the night falls, the shadows of those mountains will linger here, revealing the rugged reefs below. Occasionally, one or two small boats will float by below, and the lighthouse on Boshang will emit a cold light. , like a knife light, pointing at the depths of the East China Sea, the legendary monster in the Great Abyss.
No one knows where its edge is, and no one has ever been to it. Those small islands in the east of the East China Sea seem to have become extinct. It is said that there are gods and demons living on them, and ordinary fishermen dare not approach them.
There are a lot of rocks in this place, even if you rely on the mountains to eat the mountains and the sea, you are also relatively poor. Every year, many young people leave home with simple bags and go to far away places to make a living. When it comes, there may be a return, sometimes it is a year, sometimes it is a few years, sometimes it is decades.
When I went there, I was full of beauties, and when I returned, I was half a hundred pulsatillas. Even though the accent has not changed, the hometown and the returning people have been completely changed, and they are almost unknown.
So there is a custom here, counting five, five and twenty-five days after the winter solstice, counting the number of plum blossoms, is the Dongfeng Festival, and later also called the Small Reunion Festival. Each brought their best outfits and came back as glamorous as possible.
The folk customs in the East China Sea are relatively tough. On the day of the Small Reunion Festival, women will dress up beautifully and wait by the side of the road. Unmarried men will stick a small branch in their hats. Returning home in good clothes, if the young man is more handsome, there will be women who will secretly agree.
Over time, the Little Reunion Festival here has become like Qixi Festival, an ambiguous and beautiful festival where young men and women tell each other their hearts.
On this day, the small fishing village on the coast of the East China Sea will be decorated with lanterns and festoons. Young men and women will sit around the fire on a high hill, singing and dancing. It seems to be much softer. The veterans guarding the gate in Boshang will use their flutes to play a small tune from an unknown place in the high lighthouse to add to the fun, and they will flutter down with the sirens and lights. Rolling out layer by layer against the sea surface.
Spread to islands far, far away.
It was transmitted to Bai Li's deaf ears.
His limbs and bones seemed to be on fire, as if a small knife had cut him open and then closed him again. Bai Li was buried in the thicker and thicker white mist, feeling that the person holding the knife, There were sad, silent eyes—he knew they were himself.
At this moment, Bai Li felt that he was going to die.
Died in the joyful sound of the flute and the high-pitched and bright singing of the girl, they were carried by the wind, and the ending seemed to be a little sloppy, and there was an indescribable bleakness in the ears, those buried in his shadow, waiting to be eaten at any time His flesh and the monsters drinking his blood are all staring at the side, waiting to pounce on him at any time.
But it was the extremely soft and powerful white mist that was lingering over him and protecting him.
Bai Li never knew that half of the blood that was discarded by himself could be so powerful.
A long time ago, he wanted boundless power, to be able to turn clouds and rain, and do whatever he wanted. However, when he really did it after all the hard work, he found that... he still couldn't get someone's heart.
He has understood countless things, but he is still not alone, and he does not understand the human heart.
Bai Li hissed and screamed, and for a moment, a thought flashed through his mind like lightning, he thought, don't do it for no reason, if you just die like this, you will be a cow, a horse, a pig, or a dog in the next life. Never see him again.
As soon as this thought flashed by, he felt an extremely cool air penetrate from his forehead into his whole body, and the pain that seemed to be burning instantly faded a lot. The white mist seemed to be thinner, and the white mist condensed. His human form also disappeared, just at this moment, it got into his body from his forehead.
That moment was extremely miraculous, Bai Li felt like a person who had been drowsy for a long time, struggling in a half-dream and half-awake confusion, and suddenly returned to the present world.
Cangyun Mountain, which has been deeply buried in the deepest part of memory a long time ago, is vivid in my mind. Those bleak and happy youth days seem to suddenly emerge out of thin air, and decades are like a flash.
A person... no matter what his origin or bloodline is, he cannot separate himself, even if he really abandons it with his own hands, he will no longer be the person he used to be.
He suddenly panicked—no, how could he not see Shi Wuyuan.
All the love, hatred, greed, and ignorance in this life have been given to such a person, only him, and no one else.
Bai Li's face turned cold, he raised his hand, and was shocked to find that he didn't know when, tears were streaming down his face.
The area where the white mist was located suddenly narrowed, and an extremely bright and extremely white light rose from it. Even the people gathered at the beach in the distance were startled. They stopped in astonishment and looked in the distant direction. : "The gods have appeared!"
They knelt down, closed their eyes piously, or silently thought about their big or small wishes, prayed to the gods to bless their marriage, or chanted the voice and name of the loved one, prayed for the dark red rope .
However, Bai Li felt that his whole body was torn into two halves, and his consciousness that just woke up suddenly became dull due to the severe pain, and he couldn't even utter a sound.
Before he fell into a coma, he grasped the last sliver of clarity and thought, if he was so entangled with him in this life, if there is an afterlife, there will always be a fate that will pass by, even if he looks at him again, even if he doesn't say a word, it will be a breeze. The bright moon is passing straight by...
Seeing him, knowing that he was okay, made me feel at ease.
Other than that, don't dare to ask for more.
…
Don't dare anymore.
Shi Wudu, who had been running around for days and had already fallen asleep in the inn, suddenly woke up with palpitations like thunder. The rabbit in his arms was no longer there, his soul had drifted somewhere, and his body was buried on the big bodhi tree with his own hands.
He let out a breath slowly, lay down on his back with his eyes open, staring at the old roof of the inn, dazed for a long time.
why am i here He thought, but he didn't come up with an answer for a long time, and there was a emptiness in his heart, like a wasteland ravaged by wildfire.
He turned over and lay on his side, and took out a pouch from his arms. When he opened it, there was a bunch of animal hair inside.
Is that silly rabbit Bai Li? He gently twirled the dull rabbit fur with his fingers, and said to himself, but...how could it be Bai Li
Shi Wuduan suddenly let go of his fingers, and the rabbit fur fell into the palm of his hand, which he clenched tightly. He stretched out his arm over his eyes and forced himself not to think about it.
The war in the Northwest resumed, and the mess he left was enough for the court to clean up. The secret agreement with the Mahayana pope had also been reached. Shi Wuduan would send his itinerary to Gu Huaiyang, Xia Duanfang and others at any time.
I heard that Master Bitan could no longer sit still, and personally reorganized Xuanzong's dilapidated old country, and fought hand-to-hand with Xia Duanfang and others, but Gu Huaiyang took advantage of the chaos to win the land of Dongyue again. The old fox did not enter rashly this time. Three times in and three out, the imperial court’s bandit suppressing army was regarded as bandits and handed over completely. Then the troops were divided into two groups, all the way from the original Dongyue land, driving straight in, bypassing Dongyue all the way, going straight to the Central Plains, and carrying several times. The troops before the flood were directed at the Xunan Camp.
That was the third fire that Shi Wuyuan pointed out.
Xu Nanjin can attack, retreat and defend, which can be said to be a natural barrier. The defender Song A is said to be an upright character, able to fight and kill, plus Zou Yanlai who is retreating to Xu Nan, it may be a difficult nut to crack.
But there are always gaps. The corner of Shi Wudu's mouth twitched in the darkness, but quickly disappeared again.
Yet even though he was lighting the fire, he still felt cold.
In the cold winter, lying alone in an inn in a foreign country, listening to the sound of wind and snow outside, all I think is conspiracy and tricks, even the earth dragon doesn’t work, and the quilt is still cold—as if it can’t be warm The kind of cold that came.
Why would someone as arrogant as Bai Li be willing to fall into the body of a fat, soulless rabbit
…
I don't want to think about this, did Xu Nan's secret work successfully get in
For decades like a day, why is he? for what
Why are you still here? Xunan Camp…
No wonder he was so crazy and moody, and no wonder... the rabbit had that look in his eyes.
The bunny is dead! What if Bai Li is still alive? What does it have to do with you? Why are you still thinking about it! Xu Nan...
The suzerain said that he would suffer all kinds of hardships. Where is he now? If that's the case, how can we suppress the monsters in the shadows? If...
Shi Wudu suddenly sat up, and after a long time of stunned, he slowly put his forehead on his knees, and slowly closed his eyes.
So what? He said to himself in vain over and over again, so... what? In this chaotic world, who can control his own life and death, who is not like a floating weed, drifting with the tide? Who can control whom
Still cold. He huddled into a ball, and finally, there was only this sentence left in his chaotic heart——
Still cold.