"He who is the husband of the world, the journey of all things is also... the time of life, the passer-by of a hundred generations... And the floating life is like a dream, for the joy of geometry... and for the geometry of joy..."
In June, Sioux City, after the season of revival of all things, entered the month of blooming flowers and beautiful purples. The catkins flying all over the sky seemed to have the last trace of strength to blow away the remaining time.
The catkins are all over the sky and look like snow. This scene is beautiful, like summer snowflakes, floating in the sky. If the wind is stronger, the catkins will dance more densely and precariously, like a life without roots, at the same time as beautiful. A trace of indescribable sadness bloomed.
They seem to have no home, and they are like wanderers who have left their hometown. They can only move with the wind. In the end, they don’t know where their fate is, where they will be blown by the wind, perhaps on the river, and become the water and sky among tourists. The scenery, or it may have fallen on the ground, melted with the dust, rolled into a ball, and swept intensively in the wind.
Their destiny is the wind, and different winds give them different lives.
There was a wisp of catkins, white and colorful, fluttering gently in mid-air, falling on the head of a small painting boat, and on the palm of the right hand raised by a standing young man in white.
The young man took a hip flask in his left hand, took a big sip, and said the heroic poem, his voice was not loud, but he revealed a sense of freedom and ease as if he wanted to pursue the end of the world.
Behind the young man, followed by a middle-aged man in a book boy costume. This man had a bitter face and a look of unwillingness. Almost every sip that the young man drank, the middle-aged man would feel more heartbroken.
"A pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine costs seven silver coins, it's expensive, it's really too expensive!! A sip is almost equivalent to half a silver coin..."
The catkins that fell in the palm of the young man's palm, just paused, did not seem to have reached the end, faintly sighed and echoed, flew from the young man's hands again, drifted past his eyes, and danced blankly towards the distance, also revealing a trace of madness. The meaning is, as if knowing his own life, rushing to the place where it is not exhausted.
Next to the river bank, there is a peach blossom forest. At this moment, the catkins are flying, the peach blossoms are flying, and the flowers after the wind fall into the river, floating on the water, rippling with the waves.
"Crazy catkins dance with the wind, and the thin peach blossoms flow with the water." Wang Lin drank the wine in his hand in one gulp, and his laughter echoed.
In addition to the boatman and the master and servant, there are three women in wonderful clothes on the boat. One of the three women plays the piano, and the two sing and dance. This makes the boat ride along the river in the company of catkins in the sky. A series of stone bridges across the river, passing by the bridge, go far away.
"Dafu, get the wine!" Wang Lin laughed and turned to look at the middle-aged man behind him.
With a bitter face, Dafu sighed repeatedly and picked up a jug of wine from the side, reluctantly handed it to Wang Lin, almost crying.
"My son, there is really not much money this time... We are ancestor painting boats again, buying wine, and these three little ladies to accompany us. The daily cost is too high... Or... Go ashore, you can save some by finding a cheap inn."
"What's the rush, the person I'm waiting for hasn't come yet." Wang Lin shook his head and smiled, took another sip from the hip flask, and sat aside, listening to the pretty woman stroking the strings and playing the strings. The soft piano sound, the piano sound revealed a hint of joy, but it fell in Wang Lin's ears, but it still made him unable to blend into his mind.
"My son, this time I took out all the things I kept privately. You... Grandma's, I've forgotten it. If it goes on like this, in another seven days, we're going to beg for food!! It's been more than a month. It's been more than a month, who are you waiting for, why are you still not here?" Dafu was heartbroken, and he kept chattering around Wang Lin with his heart and soul.
Xu was very interesting in his appearance, so that the woman who was tired from dancing and resting on the side, hid her mouth and smiled.
Dafu's eyes widened, he glanced at the woman, and after murmured a few words, he also picked up a jug of wine and took a few sips fiercely.
"I want to drink more, it's a good wine, a mouthful and a half..."
"The sound of the piano is still wrong." Wang Lin leaned on the side of the boat and shook his head slightly. After a long time, he drank a little. He got drunk and got up and walked to the woman playing the piano. She put her right hand on the guqin. The woman was pretty. Blushing, he quickly took off his hands.
"I remember a piece of unknown name, but I heard it in my dream. She should have played it like this..." Wang Lin whispered, closing his eyes, and slowly playing his right hand on the guqin.
At first, it was full of jerky, the intermittent piano notes didn't make a melody, but gradually, as Wang Lin's whole mind melted into it, the notes of the piano melody slowly joined together.
An unspeakable sorrowful sound of the piano, faintly fluttered out of this painting boat, and spread to the surroundings.
The two women resting on the boat now had their eyes staring at Wang Lin. The sadness of the piano sound was very faint, but it went straight to the soul. After hearing it, people couldn't help but feel shocked.
I don't know when, Wang Lin sat in the place where he played the piano, and the woman playing the piano was by the side, her beautiful eyes showed an indescribable look, as if the whole person was lost in the faint sighing sound of the piano.
Even Dafu sat there after a daze, sipping the wine one sip, forgetting his heartache, and staring blankly at his right wrist, aroused.
This piano sound was played by Li Muwan back then. It was a different piece of music, but the same sound of charm appeared in the hands of blind women in the land of demon spirits.
At this moment, Wang Lin's eyes were closed, and tears slowly flowed down. The tears fell on the strings, as if melted in the sound of the piano, and then drifted away.
His dreams are found every night. In that dream, he sees a lot, but not all people are clear. There are a few people who appear in the dream, but they are always blurred. Vague, but the feeling that makes him sad is very deep, very deep.
Under the sound of this piano, the painting boat floats on the river, crossing stone bridges, until the evening sunset, and another night comes.
Wang Lin waited for more than a month, but the person who should have appeared in the dream never appeared.
As the painting boat floated by under a stone bridge, two people stood there on the stone bridge at some unknown time, looking at the painting boat silently, with the sad music in their ears.
Both of them were gray-haired old men. One of them was wearing a green shirt. Although he was standing there peacefully, his body was straight, like a green pine.
His expression was vicissitudes of life, his eyes showed wisdom, standing there, a breath of contemporary writers and scholars rushed to his face.
He is Su Dao.
"It's a sound of sorrowful souls, this kind of music cannot be played by ordinary people in a lifetime... And in that sorrow, it reveals the vicissitudes of the past, like after countless years, looking back, there is a sad picture in the memory , Always filled my heart. Su San, this trip, the old man did not come in vain." Su Dao's eyes showed emotion, looking at the painting boat going away under the bridge, Wang Lin, who played the piano, spoke leisurely.
The old man behind Su Dao also sighed slightly. If Wang Lin saw him at this moment, he would definitely recognize him at a glance. This person is in the examination room, who is always looking at his examination papers until the final supervisor old man.
"The student didn't expect that he would still play the piano, but when he first saw his exam papers, he felt that this son was extraordinary, and when he came to see him a few days ago, he saw this son cruise and asked him to come here to see him." The old man looked on. Showing respect, bent over and whispered softly.
As the boat went farther, the sound of the piano slowly dissipated. At this moment, Su Dao, the old man in green shirt, smiled slightly, stepped forward and pressed the bridge railing a few steps, and shouted toward the boat below the river.
"Young man, tell the old man, what do you think is cause and effect."
Wang Lin's hands paused, and Qin Yin stopped, he opened his eyes, turned his head in confusion, and saw the old man in green shirt on the bridge. In his position, at this glance, he could only see the old man, and could not see the second old man behind him in the other direction of the bridge.
At this moment, the night was shrouded, and a bright moon hung in the sky. In the night, the figure of the old man seemed to be a little fuzzy, and even the surroundings of the bridge seemed to be hidden under the moonlight.
"Causality..." Even Wang Lin's gaze seemed blurred at this moment. He stared at the old man, the bridge, and the surrounding haziness, and muttered.
"It shouldn't be like this... If all this is a relapse in time, if all this is a reincarnation, if all this is a dream, then what I should meet is the me in that dream... But why now, I meet It was this old man who arrived... Why is this... ”
Wang Lin waited for more than a month. What he was waiting for was the scene in a dream that made him wake up and be at a loss for a whole day, drinking wine all day, in that scene, he saw The other one himself, on the water of the Sucheng River, on the stone bridge, appeared.
But now, he didn't meet the self in that dream, but the old man.
"This doesn't make sense... I know about the soul refining sect, and even the people who appeared in the soul refining sect hundreds of years later, I can faintly guess that it is me in a dream... However, all of this has been understood by me. But why didn't I see him here..." Wang Lin's eyes were deeply confused, he couldn't understand it, and even he himself was getting more and more blurred at this moment.
With Wang Lin's confusion, the painting boat drifted farther and farther.
Seeing that Wang Lin did not answer, the old man on the stone bridge yelled again with a smile.
"Young man, tell the old man, what do you think is cause and effect."
"Cause and effect... I am the cause, I am the effect..." Wang Lin's voice came slowly, slowly disappearing with the painting boat.
Su Dao, the old man in blue shirt, with a smile on his face, watched Huafang disappear into his eyes, and glanced back at the students behind him.
"What's his name?"