Wang Lin stared at the sky in a daze, watching the two Changhongs gradually disappear into the dark clouds as they howled weaker and weaker, and disappeared in the distance.
"She, who is... very familiar, very familiar..." Wang Lin murmured, unconsciously, there was an inexplicable tingling in his heart. This tingling and the sorrow that had just dissipated merged into one. The strange power caused Wang Lin's breathing to stagnate, making his complexion pale in an instant.
He staggered, stepped back, his gaze at the end of the day and the earth, until he collapsed. He pressed his right hand on his chest, and the tingling there flooded him like a tide. In the indescribable pain, as if his heart was torn apart, a melancholy appeared.
All of this came from the woman who flew through the sky before. The figure of this woman seemed to exist in Wang Lin's mind for countless years, but it was accompanied by a complicated thought.
After a long time, there was a trace of blood on Wang Lin's face. He panted heavily and closed his eyes.
"It turns out that there are immortals... Then my dream... is it really a dream..." Wang Lin was silent on the damp soil after the rain until the sky was completely bright, opened his blank eyes, and walked forward silently. go.
"Did I dream of a fairy, or... The fairy dreamed of me..." Wang Lin couldn't understand, as his life was completely changed because of his drunken dream the day before.
Wang Lin, who once again set foot on the official road towards the county seat, lost the Ning Xin who had been watching the surrounding scenery, and walked in silence. The bamboo row of book boxes on his back shook with his footsteps and made a crunching sound. , Accompanied him all the way.
At the beginning of the day, sunset.
Walking on this official road, Wang Lin walked all day, stepping on the trail of water. When he was tired, he sat aside, took out the dry food from the bamboo raft, and ate it. After a short rest, he walked forward again.
The sound of horseshoes and carriages sometimes came from far behind them. Every time these sounds were together, Wang Lin would avoid them. Only when those carriages or horses galloped past the official road, they started on the road again.
It was seven days in a blink of an eye. During these seven days, Wang Lin's weak body slowly seemed to grow stronger. He left at the beginning of the day and rested at sunset. It would be best if he could meet the inn.
Or maybe you can see a smoky Guandao village at sunset. It is even more comfortable for Wang Lin to spend the night than staying in an inn.
It’s just that most of the time, at sunset, Wang Lin had the illusion that he was alone in the world. He found a few shades of trees on the roadside alone, leaned there, covered in thick clothes, and counted. Looking at the stars in the sky, under the twinkling starlight, thinking of the warmth of home, thinking of the loving smile of his parents, slowly fell asleep.
The fire piled up by him in front of him was also slapped burning, and gradually extinguished, a wisp of blue smoke floated from the fire, and lifted into the sky to melt with the sky.
The wind at night, with a chill, often awakens Wang Lin. Every time he wakes up, in the silence of the surroundings, he silently looks at the darkness, like this darkness, which makes him feel more familiar. At night, he was not afraid, but his heart was like still water.
This season, Zhao is in the rainy season. Even if the rain stops, the sky is covered with thick clouds, and sometimes thunder echoes, often after a long pause, it will rush down again and wash to the earth.
At dusk on the eighth day, Wang Lin was holding an umbrella and hurried forward with a wry smile. The rain was pouring outside the umbrella, and lightning and thunder roared. Although it was only dusk, the world was already dark.
"One day's journey, I will reach the county seat, but the rain is getting more and more urgent." The water vapor filled the ground, and when the rain fell, water drops bounced and fell on Wang Lin, making him blue. Most of the clothes were soaked and stuck to the body, constantly absorbing the heat from the body, slowly making Wang Lin feel very cold.
Especially when the steamy wind blew through, it seemed to penetrate into the bones. Wang Lin shuddered. Most of the umbrella was placed on the bamboo row of book boxes behind him. The books and dry food in there were replaced. Your clothes, etc., should not get wet.
Wading the accumulated rain on the ground, Wang Lin quickly walked a few steps, looking for a place to shelter from the rain through the surrounding rain curtain. In the shade of the trees in the distance, he vaguely saw a vague outline, like a house. Look like.
Before he could take a closer look, Wang Lin walked towards the place holding an umbrella. As he approached, the fuzzy outline gradually became clear. This is an abandoned earth temple.
The creaking sound came faintly in this rainy night, and when it fell into the ear, it would have a gloomy meaning.
The temple is not big and looks very shabby. Two temple doors, one of them closed, the red paint painted on them in the early years has also become dark with the passage of time, even the door knocker is full of rust, just let it be. The rainwater gathers together in a ring on it, dripping like a stream.
The other temple door was badly damaged. It was slightly connected to the door frame, but it could not be closed anymore. Instead, it shook constantly in the wind and rain, making the crunching sound that Wang Lin had heard before, which spread far away.
As the wind and rain grew stronger, the swaying half of the door became more violent, as if it were about to be blown off the door frame.
Wang Lin walked in quickly, took a look at the temple, stepped in, in the courtyard of the temple, there were gravel and weeds on the ground. Under the wind and rain, those weeds were bent and swayed hurriedly. The rushing rain was mixed with the sound of rustling.
A thunder roar, followed by lightning, illuminating the world in an instant, allowing Wang Lin to see everything in the temple clearly. He exclaimed, and subconsciously stepped back a few steps before he saw it in the temple. On the edge, there are a few bones.
His heart was beating, Wang Lin's face was pale, but the rain was getting more and more urgent, he gritted his teeth, and walked into the temple hall without looking at the few bones that had been dead here for an unknown number of years.
A statue of the earth about several meters high, right behind the temple, can't see its face clearly, and only a little can see that the color on it has faded a long time ago, and it is very shabby in the spots.
There was also water in the temple. The tiles on the roof of the temple shattered in many places, and the rain fell from above, leaving many places on the ground full of water marks.
A gloomy breath hovered in this temple. Wang Lin took a deep breath, his face pale, and he first bowed to the land, and then he found a place where there was no trace of water and discharged the bamboo behind him and sat there. , Took out some dried branches from the bamboo rafts that were collected when the rain stopped on the way, and pushed them in front of them to light them with fire folds.
Maybe these dry branches were not completely dry, and there was moisture on them. Wang Lin didn't get any results after several clicks. He was very cold, shaking his hands and clicking again.
But at this moment, a thunderbolt seemed to explode in this temple, and the rumbling sound made Wang Lin's hands shook. In the thunder, the moment the lightning roared to illuminate the world, a huge shadow, Surrounded by Wang Lin.
"Who!!" Wang Lin suddenly raised his head, suppressing the panic in his heart, and looked at the temple gate.
He had a loud voice, almost roaring out. In this quiet rainy night, at the moment when the thunder had just dissipated, the person who stepped into it from the door of the temple shivered in fright.
"Who!!" A voice of horror came from outside, but saw a middle-aged man in ragged clothes and water-stained face, like a middle-aged man who had just crawled out of the water, stepped back pale in front of the temple gate. Almost fell.
After faintly seeing Wang Lin in the temple, the middle-aged man was relieved, and quickly walked into the temple, glared at Wang Lin, patted his chest vigorously, and yelled at Wang Lin.
"You scared me!!"
Wang Lin froze for a moment, smiled bitterly in the night and breathed a sigh of relief. He held a fist at the middle-aged man and apologized: "The night is dark, I can't see clearly. The lightning is coming again in a hurry, so I hope Xiongtai don't mind."
The middle-aged man snorted, and after murmured a few words, he stopped paying attention to Wang Lin. Instead, he sat aside with his right hand deep into his arms, took out a small half of the wet chicken leg, looked at it, but he cried loudly. .
His cry was very stern in this rainy night. Wang Linyin was terrified when he heard it. He moved a few times, lit the fire and made a slap, but it was just one time that the paper was wound and gradually rose. Fire.
Being stunned by the fire, everything in this temple was in the light and dark, and it became clearer.
The middle-aged man cried and cried, took a bite of a wet chicken leg, but grinned, he actually laughed again, haha laughed, making Wang Lin stunned for a while.
"I'm a lunatic..." Wang Lin moved out again. If it were not for the thicker rain outside, he would definitely choose to leave here. This barren mountain and wild ridge, even though it is next to the official road, the sudden appearance of such a lunatic in a rainy night can still make people feel chills.
The middle-aged man smiled and started crying again.
"Don't care about me, don't care about me... I can't remember... Who am I..."
His cry filled the temple, but gradually made Wang Lin feel pity, he turned his head to look at the lunatic, and sighed slightly.
"Dreams are like when life is not awakened, life is like a play. Who am I... Dream is life, waking up is death, or dreaming is death, waking up is life... The moment of closing and opening is between life and death, also Maybe it’s a life that can’t distinguish between the real and the fake... This life is probably a reincarnation, perhaps, it’s also a cause and effect... But when will you wake up..." Wang Lin muttered, with confusion in his eyes, his dreams these days , Seemed to always talk about a thought that made him incomprehensible, making him faintly felt something in these seven days of silence.
While sighing, Wang Lin took out the dry food from the bamboo raft behind him, looked at the fire in front of him, and heard the sound of rain from outside the temple. He put it on his mouth and ate silently.
The rain of heaven and earth fell slowly, covering the mountains, the earth, and the temples. In the temple, by the fire, two dream souls that didn't seem to belong here, met.
One is looking at the fire, the other is eating chicken legs, the land between the two is reflected by the flames, and the corners of their mouths always have that inexplicable smile, as if looking at them for eternity.