The days on Songyun Mountain are very good, he can always see the dust if he wants to see it.
Sometimes when he was practicing Qigong, when he was tired, when he turned his head, Chen Dao would always hold his arms and lean against the door to look at him, and then turned his face into the room and said, "Old Mao fry the medicine for loosening muscles and bones, come and soak it. Take a break."
"I'm not tired." He always answered like this, but his feet unknowingly walked towards the house.
When he walks in front of him, Chen Dao will spread his palm and say, "Where's the hand, let me see."
He hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand.
It wasn't until his thumb pinched the acupuncture point that the soreness flooded between his bones.
"The joints are already stiff, but the mouth is very hard. The beak of the Golden Winged Dapeng can't compare to yours." Chen Buo raised his eyes and glanced at him.
He moved his lips silently.
"What are you muttering about me again?" Chen Buoyue laughed.
Wen Shi stared at the smile for a moment, then turned his eyes away and said, "Talking about the bird, not about you."
The golden-winged Dapeng will flap its wings and peck at the door.
…
Sometimes, it rains in the mountains for no apparent reason.
When it was heard, his luck was terrible. Every time it rained, he was on the mountain road halfway up the mountain. It was the longest and most deserted place, and there was no place to take shelter.
The rain in Songyun Mountain was rustling and loud. The sound that was not even dusty was covered by most of it, and it was vague and unclear.
When smelling, I always see the oil-paper umbrella above my head, and then look back to see the dust.
"Who punished you, pretending to be a water ghost here to scare people." Chen Dao said.
He had just returned to the mountain, but he didn't look like he was in the dust, not even the sleeves of his robes were wet. In contrast, it was a little embarrassing to smell.
Chen Dao handed him a handkerchief, took it when he smelled it, and followed him to the top of the mountain.
The mountain road is narrow, and they use an umbrella together, and their shoulders and arms always touch each other.
Wen Shi wiped his face and took two steps, and asked without raising his head, "Isn't it going to be back in two days?"
Chen Bubu raised his eyebrows and glanced at him: "Where did you hear that?"
He was silent when he heard it.
Chen Dao: "Which half-hearted Xiaobu figured it out and told you."
"Half-Happy Divination" himself: "..."
"Stay with Bu Ning to learn this."
"No."
"Really? I'll ask him later." Chen Buluo said half-truth: "It's too late for you to stop now."
He couldn't hold his face when he smelled it, and said coldly, "Who wants to stop you."
After a long time, he stammered again: "How to stop?"
Dust can not laugh for a while.
Wen Shi glanced at the top of the mountain in his smile, and saw the crescent moon melted in the rain, hanging on the horizon in the unknown distance.
…
When the mountain is the coldest, the houses on the mountainside at the top of the mountain are also warm.
Xiaozhao often makes charcoal stoves in the house, especially likes to pick up some fruits and pine resin in the dust-free house, and put them in the stove together, which can burn a special mountain forest fragrance.
When they don't need to practice the exercises and don't need to be caged, they also like to take the smell to the room.
Almost everything that I know when I hear it is something I can't learn from Chen Chen—words, paintings, and chess.
He has learned the first two very well, and it is more than enough to bluff down the mountain. Only in the end, no matter how you learn it, it is a stinky chess basket.
In comparison, Bu Ning, Zhong Si, and Zhuang Ye are all much more powerful. Especially Bu Ning and Zhong Si, not only good chess skills, but also very good at this.
But Chen Pianchen doesn't have time to find someone to play chess with, and he doesn't pick the one who knows, and always picks him as a stinky chess basket.
Wen Shi was both happy and unhappy, because he was prone to drowsiness when he played chess.
That day he played chess in Chenbuu again.
It was snowing heavily outside, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness, and there was a curl of pine-scented smoke inside the house. Wen Shi grabbed a handful of chess pieces in his hand, and half lowered his eyes while waiting for the move, looking at Chen Buu's fingers holding the chess pieces, he was suddenly confused for a moment.
In his loose sleepiness, he heard someone call him in a tone he had never heard before: "Smell the time."
And when he just heard this voice, he was so sad that he seemed to have been emptied of his spirit, leaving only a solitary shell.
His heart skipped a beat when he smelled it, and he opened his eyes suddenly.
The feeling of sadness was slow and slow, and after a long time, he suddenly came back to his senses and heard Chenbuo ask him, "What's wrong?"
He shook his head when he smelled it.
"I'm not in the mountains, how many nights did you stay up? You're tired of tears." Chen Dao pointed to the couch: "Go and lie down for a while."
"I'm not sleepy." Wen Shi said.
He stared at the dust for a long time before repeating in a low voice, "I don't want to sleep."
I don't want to sleep with my eyes closed.
…
This state of smell lasted for a long time, and the days in the mountains passed very quickly. Sometimes it seemed that it was just a time to turn around, and the seasons changed.
Until one day, Zhong Si, who rarely had a serious time, asked him, "Ai little junior brother, what's the matter with you?"
In fact, he shouldn't be much older than Wen Shi, maybe not enough for a few months, but that's what he likes to call him. Not only to Wen Shi, but also to Bu Ning, who always called him "little brother", "nerd brother" and "Shen Shuzi". Even Zhuang Ye, he used the nickname "Good Senior Brother" when he joked.
It should have been the night of the New Year's Eve, Xiaozhao learned how to eat under the mountain, made thick soup, cooked various mountain foods, and put them in a copper pot.
Several brothers and sisters sat around, chatting endlessly while eating.
They often come and go in the world, and they are used to seeing all kinds of things. Therefore, a topic that cannot be avoided in every small talk is "life and death".
That day, I didn't know how to mention reincarnation, and the senior brother Zhuang Ye talked about what he met somewhere in the southwest.
He said that there was a village there, and the people in the village believed in a rumor that when a person was about to die, if there was someone who couldn’t let go, they would leave their personal clothing or clothing and wrap them with cotton and linen thread. Well, buried three feet away from the grave. In this way, when you are reincarnated, you will be able to meet them early.
Those couples and close relatives often do this.
"It sounds like I've been influenced by puppet art." Zhuang Ye said, "The spread will be crooked."
Bu Ning said, "It's not all like that."
"Junior Brother, do you know a thing or two?" Zhuang Ye was used to being serious, and his small talk was often "all ears".
"I've read it in a book." Bu Ning himself pays attention to eating and sleeping, so he put the tableware and chopsticks early, and only slowly dried his hands by the fire, "It's a little different from what you heard. ,Well… "
He considered it for a while, and said, "Be fiercer. It's not something that is close to the body, it must be blood."
"Bone blood?" Zhuang Ye was stunned, "Shengju?"
"Come on." Bu Ning nodded.
Zhuang Ye frowned: "That's far beyond what people can bear."
"Naturally, if it's not like this, how can you enter the reincarnation and still think about it." Bu Ning responded, "But this kind of heavy art is just a look, few people use it."
"Forget it, if you don't know what's true or not, you have to suffer a serious crime, whether it's reincarnation or the next life, it's all empty words." Zhong Si put one hand on his bent lap, leaning back lazily to digest: "Who takes these bets A phantom."
"Looking at reincarnation, the people at the foot of the mountain are not the same as us." Zhuang Ye shook his head and said helplessly: "I heard them arguing and could not be supernatural at every turn, and when they fell in love, they opened their mouths and closed their mouths for the next life."
"really."
There is a stove under the copper pot, and the fire is not big, just enough to keep the fresh soup bubbling gently. It was actually a cozy and idle late winter night, but it was uncomfortable to smell.
He seemed to be ill, and Shen Wei was hard to heal. The body was empty, and his ears seemed to be stuffed with cotton wool. He couldn't really hear a few brothers chatting, only a few words with fine thorns were stabbed back and forth in his heart.
Zhong Si called him several times, then stretched out his hand and pushed him again, before he suddenly returned to his senses and looked up.
"I see that you have been unhappy and absent-minded these past few days. Is there any trouble?" Zhong Si asked.
Wen Shi fixedly looked at them, but suddenly he couldn't see them clearly.
After a long time, he frowned slightly and said vaguely, "It's nothing."
Zhong Si arched his shoulders and sniffed Shishi again: "Don't always talk about nothing, and I'll give you a nickname when I look back."
Zhuang Hao shook his head helplessly.
Zhong Si laughed and said to Wen Shi, "Hey, I know you are this. But don't always be bored when you are in trouble, and say that Senior Brother will give you an idea."
When Bu Ning heard the words, he showed a "forget it" expression, and said with some headache: "Thank God if you don't make trouble, think about your scar."
"It was an accident last time." Zhong Sidiaoer rubbed his neck and said carelessly, "Human, there is an occasional mistake, how can you come back like this."
When Wen Shi looked at Zhong Si's neck by the firelight on the table, there was indeed a long scar, which had just subsided, but it was only a short while after seeing it.
But he couldn't remember where the scar came from.
Bu Ning and Zhuangye all knew what he looked like, but he was the only one who couldn't remember whether the Zhong Si he saw yesterday had such a scar, and he couldn't even remember what yesterday was like.
He also couldn't remember why Daxiaozhao cooked such a pot of hot food, but they disappeared without a trace.
It's as if... the scenes are all laid out, there is no antecedent and no consequence, everything is as it should be. And he shuttled through the fragmented fragments, living in chaos.
when-
The bowl was knocked to the ground, and the hot soup was poured all over the hand.
Wen Shi stared at his still pale fingers for a long time. Before Bu Ning and the others could react, he stood up suddenly, left the sentence "I'll go back to the house first", and hurried out the door.
The mountain road was very long, and he almost flew straight up.
The light in the dust-free room was lit, and the dim light cast the shadow of the man on the window.
Here he is.
Tell yourself when you smell it.
He just sat in the house, like every night as usual. As long as you want to see it, you can see it when you push the door. I saw him leaning on the couch and flipping through a scroll, or with a chessboard on his head.
He'll be here all the time, beardless.
The years in the mountains are very long, and they obviously have countless changing autumns, winters, and springs.
They obviously have many years left.
When I smelled it, I raised my hand and wanted to push the door open to take a look at the people in the room...
But he ended up halfway there.
From the mountainside to the top of the mountain, it was a blink of an eye for him. But he felt exhausted at the moment, as if he had walked a long and long way, and had spent countless lives to stand in front of this door.
He lowered his head and pursed his lips, taking a deep breath. But at the moment when he closed his eyes, he heard his heart pounding heavily, and he felt a sudden pain grabbing at his internal organs.
"Wen Shi..." He heard someone call him again.
It's a dusty sound.
But it's very strange, why is the sound so far away, when the dust is sitting in the room across the door. It was also why when he heard the sound of "smell the time", he felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't hold it any longer and bowed down.
"When you smell..."
Um.
"When you smell it, don't look back."
I didn't look back.
"Don't cry."
I didn't cry.
I didn't cry...
why cry
He clenched his palms, clenched his teeth, and was full of blood. Just standing up straight is like exhausting all your strength. There are flowers in front of him, and his heart is beating harder and harder.
In the end, it seemed that the entire Songyun Mountain was shaking.
But you can't feel it when you smell it.
He is like a dying person whose anesthesia has dissipated. All the pain is awakening and recovering, nibbling away bit by bit along the bones and flesh, engulfing him.
He could barely perceive anything, and could only hear that person calling him in a low and warm voice over and over again: "Wen Shi."
When smelling…
When smelling.
He turned his head and looked out of the mountain through a blurred vision.
When he was on the mountainside before, Bu Ning said that the 16th day of the twelfth lunar month, and in a few days, it will be a small year, and the people at the foot of the mountain will put on lanterns to sacrifice to the gods.
But the crescent moon like a silver hook is still hanging in the sky.
Wen Shi looked at the crescent moon without blinking, and stood there alone.
Until the door of the room next to him was pushed open with a "squeak", Shasha's footsteps stopped beside him.
It was really quiet at that moment, and even the wind stopped. Like the most common long night in Songyun Mountain, all sounds are silent.
…
Then he closed his eyes when he smelled it, swallowed the smell of blood in his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice, "No dust..."
"Why is the moon always not round here."
Why does he not know spring and autumn, winter and summer.
Why is he often at the top of the mountain one moment, and falls to the foot of the mountain the next moment
Why can't he remember what happened yesterday or what he's going to do tomorrow.
Why did he not dare to sit on the treetops all night with his eyes closed...
And after looking at it for so long, the moon has never been full.
all...
Is it fake
And when the thought finally came out...
In the cage, rivers and rivers all descend, the mountains and rocks collapse, and the heaven and the earth are mournful.
Someone once told him that the moment when the cage owner had an epiphany, was probably the most painful and tragic process in the world.
He understood, but he didn't realize it deeply, and it was only now that he finally understood.
His past in Songyun Mountain was a book that was not heavy, with only a few hundred and ten pages.
And he had to cut it all down with his own hands.