Melody Drifting in the Rain

Chapter 17

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midnight. It was raining lightly, and in Dayan Bay, only the sound of oars could be heard, and a small boat was about to unmoor.

The pier paved with wooden boards quietly extends to the water surface, and wooden poles stir up a long string of lanterns, swaying in the rain, ready to be extinguished.

A party of farewell soldiers had just dispersed, leaving the sky full of mist and rain. How many joys and sorrows of life and death have passed away, and it is time for the song to come to an end.

On the bow of the boat a man in white was sitting in the rain, staring at the end of the smoke and water, holding a flute in his finger, not playing it, just silently in a daze, a boatman greeted the boat and turned the bow.

"Boater, wait a minute!" The stern of the boat had just moved a foot away from the shore, but someone shouted from the shore.

The boatman in coir raincoat and bamboo hat was stunned, but when he looked back, he saw a person galloping towards him, tapping the rocks on the shore, and landed gently and steadily on the bow of the boat. He was dressed in a red dress like a raging fire, with tight sleeves and waist, and black haired eyes. .

"This is for you." The woman in red gasped, and passed something over, and put it in front of the man in ecstasy, "You keep her things."

It was a brocade pouch of white silk, with a few lines of teeny boys embroidered on it, which was graceful and elegant.

The man's slack gaze finally condensed little by little, looking at the kit in front of him, but he didn't reach out to take it.

Jin Bihui snorted, turned the kit over neatly, and poured out the dazzling bead inside: "I know, you don't want what's in it—" Without thinking about it, she threw the dust-proof bead away. , There was a soft beep in the dark night, and Liancheng Zhibao slowly sank into the dark bottom of the water like this, without a sound.

Yan Bai's eyes finally flickered, and he reached for the embroidered handwriting bag, and after a long time, he slowly said: "I owe you."

"No. You didn't blame me." Jin Bihui interrupted, then suddenly took out a piece of paper and threw it into his arms, "I divorced you!"

She looked at him, and suddenly felt that the grievance and anger that had been suppressed so easily surged up again, and she almost couldn't help but want to hit and curse people—she could only raise her head as hard as she could, and said coldly: "Go away. My father If you know this, you can't escape."

"Escape?" Yan Bai suddenly chuckled, but didn't say much, and lowered his head, "Thank you very much."

Jin Bihui thought for a while, took out a package from behind, and threw it on the deck. This time even the boatman had a surprised expression—the drizzle wet the cloth bag, but when the bag was rolling, a large piece of half-dried blood was smeared on the board!

"Last night, I went to Ye City to get the dog heads of Xu Fuyan and Shao Yun—" the woman in red kicked the package, and the cloth package fell apart, revealing the two heads with tangled hair tied together inside. My sacrifice to the eldest grandson Crown Princess."

She kicked hard, and the human head flew out ferociously. With a heavy gurgling sound, it sank into the bottom of the water like a dust-dispelling pearl.

After a pause, Jin Bihui looked at the dark night, and slowly said: "Your brother... Prince Chengde is dead. He didn't want to be forced to surrender, so Shao Yun beheaded his head and dedicated it to King Yonglin. "As if feeling some emotion, the woman in red muttered to herself inexplicably: "It's really unexpected... There are times when this kind of person would rather die than surrender?"

Yan Bai looked at her, as if he wanted to say something, but he was speechless after all.

He didn't know what to say. What he wanted to say was far beyond what he could express—the words of apology or apology seemed insignificant now, and she didn't know his previous life, the turbulent grief he had experienced before.

If she knew him before, maybe she would forgive him now.

At that moment, the expression between his brows and eyes was complicated and distant, like the surface of a misty river with no end in sight.

"In the future—" he couldn't help asking, but before he finished speaking, she quickly continued with a smile, and replied: "I will go to Beihai with my brother in the future, and I will live with my brother, and I may never return to the Central Plains again." .I'll be fine—I'm going to marry again! Don't underestimate the female Jinwu!"

Yan Bai remained silent again, he clenched the flute tightly with his fingers, and found that there was a shadow of gloom in the bright smile of the woman in red, and suddenly he felt unspeakable gloom in his heart. After Jin Bihui said that series of words, he didn't seem to know what to say, and fell silent like this.

"Goodbye...goodbye." Suddenly, slowly, Jin Bihui looked at him and said every word, but tears welled up in his eyes silently. Yan Bai looked back at her, the newlywed Yan Er's wife was standing at the bow of the boat, her red dress was like a red leaf fluttering in the wind.

"Goodbye." He finally replied, smiling suddenly.

Jin Bihui nodded, and said nothing more, jumped up from the board of the boat, and landed gently back to the pier, stood under the faltering string of lights, watching the boat go away—after this incident, the woman's eyes Finally, there was a little quiet light in it.

Yan Bai sat on the bow of the boat, surrounded by darkness, and the night rain was falling with the wind.

Seeing that light move gradually, he can be sure that he is slowly moving away from all the sorrows and joys of yesterday, and go to the precarious and vast rivers and lakes without any worries.

Amidst the sound of Er Nai's scull, the boat moved away gently.

Yan Bai looked at the port. It is the country wharf that can be seen everywhere, the platform paved with wooden boards, quietly sticking out of the river, the river bank made of stones, the lamps that are fluttering in the wind and rain-everything seems to have been seen thousands of times.

No matter which wharf the wanderer leaves from, it seems to be the same scene.

At that moment of trance, Yan Bai suddenly had a vague premonition. It seems that even if he travels all over the world, he will eventually return to the same place. The same wharf, the same rocky shore, the same swaying lamp—however, I don’t know if there is a figure in red looking from under the lamp.

In the bleak wind and rain, he pulled out that flute, brought it to his lips, and played it softly, still playing "Iron Clothes Cold".

However, suddenly, he heard a familiar, vicissitudes of life singing along with his voice——

"Beating drums and boring, actively employing troops. Tuguocheng Cao, I travel south alone.

"From Sun Zizhong, Ping Chen and Song Dynasty. If I don't return, I am worried..."

Yan Bai faintly remembered something, and turned his head suddenly—at the stern of the boat, the old boatman in coir raincoat and bamboo hat was shaking the scull, singing leisurely, his voice was thick and hazy, and it spread far away—

Is it the old boatman who sent him back to Liguo from Zhencheng

He looked over, but the old man didn't look at him, and continued to sing the second half of the song by himself:

"Would you like to live in a place? Would you like to lose your horse? To seek it? Under the forest.

"Death and life are inseparable, talk to Zi Cheng. Hold your hand, and grow old together with Zi.

"If you are broad, you can live without me. If you are humble, you can believe without me."

The voice is vast, as if it has a huge inclusive power, which dissolves all sorrows, joys and sorrows. This mysterious old man seems to know all the entangled knots in his heart that cannot be untied at the moment.

Life and death are in agreement with each other, and they talk with Zicheng. Yan Bai's heart suddenly trembled, he felt that something had been shaking to the deepest part of his heart, he suddenly stood up, and bowed his body: "There is an obstacle in my heart that cannot be detected, please give me advice."

The old boatman raised his bamboo hat, Yan Bai finally looked at him - it was indeed that familiar face, calm and vicissitudes. However, the old boatman looked at him and smiled meaningfully: "Where are you going?"

"Bai doesn't know where to go." He lowered his eyes and honestly said what was in his heart, "But I feel that there is no place to live in joy and pain. Everything is vain."

"Then, just do whatever you want." The old boatman nodded and sighed, "I'll take you to where you want to go, so you can go back with peace of mind—just like at that time, I wanted to see Wu Yatou and you arrived in Yecheng safely Turn around and go back. In fact, it would be fine if I didn't go back to Zhencheng... Things may not be where they are today."

The young man in white was startled suddenly, and turned his head to look, only to see that the old boatman had already taken off his bamboo hat, brushing his sleeves over his face, and in an instant, that old and late face had a strange change - such a clear and resolute face, With such cold, sharp and deep eyes, there is a faint confidence in controlling the world.

"Neptune!"