Yan Bai suddenly recognized Tai Shan's face, a look of shock flashed across his face, but he calmed down in an instant, and he couldn't help smiling wryly: It turns out that Jin Bihui and the others tried their best to hide it from their father, but they didn't expect everything Everything has already been expected by Neptune. This old man holding the sky with one hand, the only one who made a wrong calculation is the happiness of his only daughter's life.
"Take my life." For a while, Yan Bai finally had the ease of liquidating everything, and looked at the land dragon king who went to the capital of Xi Kingdom alone to ask for foreign aid for the prince's army who was in trouble at home and abroad. Man Jinghua, but no one is willing to come forward to help, except for the old man who happened to meet in the inn in front of him, who readily agrees and will be thorough for him to the end. However, he failed what was entrusted to him.
The seventh prince who left the country sighed bitterly: "You really misjudged me back then."
"The old man did not misunderstand you, the young master is indeed a dragon among men—but," Hai Wang raised his head suddenly, looking at the river surface that was raining at night. The boat has gone far away, and the lamp is no longer visible, regardless of the people under the lamp, "It's just that the old man can't see through the entanglement of people's hearts. Sigh... it can be so tiring."
The sea king's eyes, which have seen all the vicissitudes of life, also have sadness that cannot be concealed. It took a long time before he slowly said word by word: "You go... Since the fifth girl let you go, how can I make her sad-that girl...that girl... well, she is actually a good boy."
"Indeed." The man in white blurted out, and then fell into a long silence.
In the darkness, after a long time, I heard Haiwang's deep voice: "You go."
The river made a low noise, and the boat went down the water, and it was unknown where it had arrived.
The wind and sand in Longshouyuan, the setting sun in Yecheng, the splashing blood... all of a sudden, it seemed that they were in an extremely distant place. In the dark night, the wind was blowing, the drizzle was falling, and the boat was drifting silently .
—However, where is he in the night rain on the boat, in the vast universe
When the autumn wind blows, white clouds grow. The Di flowers on the Li River have been red for several degrees, and the water and clouds have come and gone, and I have seen several autumns.
However, it seems that every autumn Dihua is like this. The same is true for every ferry.
The platform paved with planks stretches quietly out of the river, the river bank made of stones, and the lamps fluttering in the wind and rain—the ferries in the world are all exactly the same. No matter which wharf the wanderer leaves from, it seems to be the same scene.
He gradually didn't know where he started from and where he was going.
It seems that he has not traveled to the famous mountains and rivers of the Central Plains in these years, but just returned from one ferry to another.
The same wharf, the same rocky shore, the same swaying lamp—however, the red-clothed figure overlooking the lamp cannot be seen, all the ferries seem to be the same, and all the passing years seem to be reincarnated in this way .
Because there is no mark.
Li country has been unified, and it is not the four emperor uncles who proclaim the emperor—King Yonglin was killed by his son before he ascended the throne.
After all, Shen Tiexin did not join King Yonglin's command, and in the end he forged a sword into a plow and lived in seclusion in Daqingshan. Every autumn, I bring my homemade chrysanthemum wine and go to him on the river to drink.
However, prosperity turns into fallen leaves, warriors have no wilderness... The wind and rain of the past are always blown away by the rain. Liguo is in great chaos, and everyone is busy opening up wasteland and farming, and a lot of waste is waiting for prosperity.
Storytellers walk through the streets and alleys, telling stories in troubled times. Back then, how the Seventh Prince in white was a genius, assisted the prince to move around, how many times he made the six armies change, and took the head out of a million people like turning the palm of his hand. But the elder brother listened to the Taifu's slander, and fell into a countermeasure, and finally let this heroic younger brother die in battle at the city of Ye.
Some people speculated about the secret abnormal love in the royal family, talking about the jump of the princess in the sunset at the top of the city, and the last words she entrusted - but all these, now, seem to be far away from him. , very far away.
Now, according to Wuchen's last words, he no longer has to work hard to plan any major plans for the world, but just wanders between the rivers and lakes, leaving behind the world and being independent.
Every time he goes ashore from the ferry, looking at the swaying platforms and lamps that have been eroded by the wind and rain, Yan Bai suddenly has an illusion: it seems that the familiar world in the past has been destroyed, collapsed, flowed away, blurred It's gone - only this ferry and this lamp are left, which seem to exist forever.
If, if at this time... he could still meet that fierce woman in red with bright eyes under the light of the ferry, maybe everything would be different.
And yet... never.
He only heard that there was a well-known female pirate in the North Sea, who could command the fleet to shuttle through huge floating icebergs like the wind, intercept passing caravans, and catch giant whales that were bigger than houses.
She finally returned to the world where she stretched her nature, just like a wild bird returning to the wilderness.
Who will forget first? Qingguo is the homeland.
Yan Bai just sat on the bow of the boat, silently holding the flute to his lips, but couldn't play a single note at a loss, just let the boat go with the water, wherever he wanted.
After an unknown amount of time, a gust of wind suddenly hit the face, which was cool and moist. The rustling sound in the ear quickly changed from light to heavy, hitting everything in the world. Instead of entering the cabin, he suddenly became interested and blew the first note—
"Damn it! Why is it raining as soon as it's said? Dad's birthday feast is about to start!" The beautiful female voice honestly interrupted his first line, "Second brother, look here. Boat! Hey, punter! Come here!"
He suddenly turned around.
On the ferry, the dissect flowers are light red, the plank-paved platform quietly stretches out of the river, and the dilapidated lanterns are swaying in the wind and rain. The woman in red rolled up her sleeves, and was waving desperately towards her on tiptoe.
He couldn't help standing up to look at her, and suddenly, the already calm and frozen world flowed again in an instant.
As if hearing something from his flute, the desperately swinging hand froze suddenly.
"It's him?" The woman in red blurted out, not knowing what to say for a while.
"Hey, it's him." The man behind her was also stunned, and then a smile slowly appeared on his face, and he grabbed his sister, "Hurry up! Get on the boat! —Stupid girl, it's only this boat, it's late It's too late!"
Without saying a word, he took his sister's hand, and without waiting for the boat to touch the shore, he just touched the edge of the ferry with his toes, and jumped onto the boat. Jin Bihui was staggered by his brother, and could barely stand when he fell onto the boat. However, a hand supported her.
The woman in red lowered her head and suddenly smiled. Smiling, he raised his head slowly, looked at the familiar face he hadn't seen for many years, and suddenly said, "Goodbye."
In fact, despite the ups and downs over the years, I know that my sister has always been in my heart - but I said goodbye as soon as I met? Xiaofeng was taken aback, and quickly pulled the nonsense younger sister.
However, Yan Bai was not surprised, just smiled and nodded: "Yes, goodbye."
The smile in Jin Bihui's eyes made her dazzling. She raised her head and looked at him—he had become thinner over the years, but the tranquility and distance in her eyes had never diminished by half.
She raised her head with a smile, her eyes were bent into crescent moons, and the first trace of fine lines had already begun to appear at the corners of her eyes, but she still smiled proudly:
"Yes!—Three years ago, when I said 'goodbye' to you, I said to myself in my heart: One day, we will definitely meet again!"
Finished at 2 am on November 27, 2002