This is the thirty-fifth year for Wang Lin to leave the country of Zhao, and it is still this autumn.
In the autumn of Huo Fen Nation, the autumn wind blew across the sea and across the world. When it fell in the country of Zhao, it was already winter. Looking at it, the entire country of Zhao was covered by a white snow, as if wearing a white cotton jacket. , Endless.
Only the traces of the two rows of carriages in the official road on the ground gradually disappeared in the creaking sound.
Along this official road, you can see an inn, the inn is crushed by the thick white snow in the snow, and there is no people in it.
This inn collapsed more than a decade ago. After crushing a few people who stayed here, the store got involved in a lawsuit and died in prison. As for the boy back then, he also left sadly. , Now I don’t know where it went, where it took root, or it’s still alive, or it’s already dead.
Over time, this inn that had made the great scholar of Zhao Guo drunk in his early years slowly became ruins. Beside the official road, the wind and rain were declining.
The carriage stopped for a while as it passed the inn. The carriage's curtain was lifted, and a burst of heat radiated from the inside. In this cold world, it disappeared after it had spread out.
An old man dressed in white, his gaze fell from the curtain to the abandoned inn under the pressure of white blood pressure, his gaze revealed remembrance. After a long time, he sighed and put down the curtain.
"Wan'er, there was an inn here in the early years, and I just woke up here." The old voice came from the carriage, and the carriage gradually galloped away.
As it went away, the sound in the carriage gradually fainted. Finally, in the snow dancing, covering the world, everything became blurred, only the howling of the cold wind was still blowing, as if not tired.
The old man’s time is short. You can count his return date, silently watching the blue sky and white clouds, watching the snowflakes fall. Similarly, the old man’s time is also infinite, and the infinite is his memory, which can be in the memory. Forgot the return date.
The speed of this carriage was not fast. Amidst the bumps, it followed the official road and slowly headed towards the small mountain village under Hengyue Mountain. At the second sunset, the snow was still falling and it was getting bigger and bigger. , There is no sign of stopping.
The heavy snow sealed the mountains and even the earth. Only this carriage drove silently on the ground, getting closer and closer to the mountain village.
Until dusk passed, and the evening came, the mountain village in the wind and snow was far away, and the mountain village in the snow seemed to be quiet from a distance, especially in the evening, even the big dogs that are usually very alert. They were all shrunk in their dens, even if they heard the crunch of wheels in the wind and snow, they didn't want to raise their heads and call out a few times.
Every family is by the burning stove. On this cold winter night, warming the heart with fire, with the family together, warming the heart, the double warmth of heart and body, can make the mortals between the world and the earth, time and again In winter, it is no longer cold.
Among the many houses in the mountain village, there is one house with two big dogs crawling together to keep warm in the yard. Besides, there is a piece of white snow.
In the house in the yard, a group of faint firelight reveals the withered yellow window paper, scattered in the yard, dimming the color of the white snow, like a tired sunset, struggling, slowly lowering your head, and you are about to return. went.
In the light of the fire, you can see a wispy figure behind the window paper. The figure is shrunken, holding a thin pole in his hand, flicking the candlelight, trying to make the candlelight brighter.
It was an old man, an old man with wrinkles, and his eyes couldn't even be opened. He sat there, staring at the candlelight, after a long time he tightened the cotton jacket on his body and looked down at himself. Right wrist.
He is a big blessing.
"It's been many years... He should be back soon..." Dafu looked at his right wrist. There was a golden handprint. He gently stroked the handprint, and Dafu's eyes showed reminiscence.
He has been waiting here for thirty-five years. He always remembered that Wang Lin told him before he left that he would be back, so he would wait here and wait forever.
"He said that he won't have another thirty-eight years in his life, and he will be back soon..." Dafu looked tired, stood up on crutches, and was about to go to rest, but at this moment, suddenly those two in the yard The big frozen dog, who didn't want to speak, whimpered.
There was a faint sound of the squeaking of the carriage roller pressing the snow, and finally it stopped outside the courtyard, the carriage door opened, and Wang Lin faced the wind and snow, leaning on the cowl, and stepped out of the carriage.
Behind him, Li Muwan, who had become an old woman, walked out of the carriage with a soft smile, stood with Wang Lin, and looked at the courtyard and the houses with lights in the courtyard.
With a creak, the door of the house was pushed open from the inside, and Dafu looked out of the yard in a daze, with Wang Lin standing behind the wind and snow, grinning silly.
"I'm back." Wang Lin looked at the same old Dafu with a smile.
The wind and snow are bigger.
But in the house in the yard in the snow, the flames were vigorous. In this cold, the master and servant had been away for thirty-five years and met again.
This night, the cold wind roared and the snow fell a lot, but the three people in the house did not feel the cold, but turned warm.
Until the early morning, the snowflakes gradually dwindled, falling sporadically, and the sun filled the ground. Although the snow could not be merged, it made people feel fresh.
Especially the sunlight falling on the snow made the earth faintly dazzling, and the light shone, making people a little bit unable to open their eyes at first glance. In the early morning of this day, Wang Lin took Li Muwan, and Dafu, the three of them to go. The cemetery of Wang Lin’s parents after the village.
Kneeling in front of the tomb, Li Muwan also knelt aside and accompanied Wang Lin. The two remained silent in front of the tomb for a long time.
"Father, mother, her name is Li Muwan, your daughter-in-law... I will take her to see you." Wang Lin did not cry, did not tear, took Li Muwan's hand, and bowed to the tomb spirit.
A few days later, in the wind and snow, the carriage left the mountain village and headed towards Su City.
On the carriage, Wang Lin lifted the curtain and looked back at the house gradually hidden in the snow. Before his eyes, it seemed that he was carrying a bamboo row of book boxes seventy-three years ago. Under the kind eyes of his parents, Every time I walked a few steps, I had to look back until I could no longer see my parents. Then I finally turned my head and moved towards the future step by step.
At that time, he was still ignorant. He didn't know where his future path was. He just knew that he wanted his parents to live a good life in the future, and let his relatives look up at his family.
Now, he sat on the carriage and watched, the scenes of the past gradually blurred until they were replaced by the wind and snow. In a light sigh, Wang Lin put down the curtain.
The carriage went away.
In the spring of 74, the carriage came to Sioux City.
In the spring of Sioux City, everything recovers, especially after the snow melts, the aromas of the earth and grass are secreted into the heart, which is unforgettable.
Wang Lin is very familiar with the smell, looking for the fragrance, just like when Wang Lin first came to Suzhou City, he rented a boat, bought sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and sat on the boat with Li Muwan, drinking wine. , Watching the sunset at the beginning of the day, savoring the rest of your life.
Dafu was still the same as before, sitting aside, looking at Wang Lin, with a happy smile on his face.
"This is a date, he will definitely come." Wang Lin held the hip flask. He was in his twilight years, with more age spots and darker colors. He held the hip flask and took a sip.
The sound of the piano reverberated, but it was Li Muwan who played the strings.
As the days passed, the spring in Sioux City quietly passed by a few months later, and it was June of the year.
This was June of the seventy-fifth year, and catkins flew in once again. Sitting on the bow of the boat, Wang Lin drank the sweet-scented osmanthus wine and laughed loudly.
"He who is in the world, the travel of all things is also... the time is, the passer-by of a hundred generations... And the floating life is like a dream, for the geometry of the joy... and for the geometry of joy..." Wang Lin smiled, the painting boat followed the river, and in front of it, there was a stone. On the bridge, there is no one on the bridge, but there is a white bird in the sky on the bridge.
This flying bird has not appeared for a long, long time. After appearing at this moment, he whirled on the stone bridge. Gradually, the streets around the bridge seemed to become blurred, as if everything in this world, at this moment, all looked vaguely Unclear.
Only the stone bridge, and only the painted boat, are particularly conspicuous in this world of paintings.
As the painting boat approached, Wang Lin's eyes showed the brightest light in the past seventy years. He stood up and looked at the stone bridge with bright eyes.
"Here..." Wang Lin murmured.
At this moment, I saw the white bird roaring from the sky, falling on the stone bridge, turning into a white crystal light, diffused, and from a distance, it seemed to become a white whirlpool.
In the whirlpool, a person slowly walked out.
This was a young man with white hair and a cold look that was confused. He looked around blankly until the painted boat got closer and closer. Suddenly, the young man's eyes looked directly at the painted boat and Wang Lin on the painted boat. .
The eyes of the two people, in the blur of the world, condensed together, and in a flash, it was as if time had stopped passing, or in other words, the time in this dream had indeed stopped completely.
Li Muwan's hands on the piano solidified, and the sound of the piano disappeared. Dafu sat aside, looking at his right wrist, motionless. The sound of the surrounding river water disappeared, and the catkins in the sky no longer danced, but floated in the air, frozen.
Everything, everything in this world, at this moment, completely stopped.
Only the young man on the stone bridge, and only the Wang Lin on the bow of the ship, remained the same.
"Why don't you come to have a glass of wine with yourself." Wang Lin smiled and sat aside.
The white-haired young man on the stone bridge was silent for a moment, took a step forward, and stood on the bow of the ship in a flash. After sitting aside, he picked up a jug of wine. After taking a big sip, he didn't look at the other one. I am looking at Li Muwan who has become an old woman, for a long time, for a long time.