Tan Muxing didn't bring the clothes, he had to go back to the room to get them, and he followed two little tails when he went out.
Chu Qianli and Qiu Qingkong followed behind. They were quite curious when they heard this, and said, "Let's visit your studio."
"I've never seen a place where clothes are made."
Tan Muxing was chased and beaten fiercely, and finally broke his can and said: "...Okay."
The three of them came out of the house, walked through the quaint and deep corridor, passed through the swaying bamboo bushes, and went to the depths of the compound.
While admiring the scenery in the courtyard, Chu Qianli made a serious comment: "It's okay to look at the courtyard."
They are basically active in the living room, or the sunny glass tea room, and have not visited other places. Every detail in the courtyard is quite particular, presumably there was a Fengshui design when it was built.
The sky is slightly blue, and the continuous clouds are like rollers, covering the sky near the dry mountains.
Inside the house, the old Taoist looked at the layers of clouds in the distance, he stood by the window and sighed, "It's going to rain."
"Sit down a little longer, Daoist. I see that you have to go up the dry mountain in the future. It's hard for my old arms and legs." Tan Qiyu sat at the table making tea, skillfully poured hot water, and looked at the tea set in the steam Discoloration.
Daoist Xu Gan sat back at the table, looked at the clear tea leaves in the cup, and said relaxedly: "I really don't want to go up the mountain, so just wait for two or three years, and then we can meet again."
"Two or three years is not short." Tan Qiyu said in surprise, "Why do you want to retreat? Didn't you go out to practice things before?"
"Naoki cuts first, and the whole body is under suspicion. If you know what you can do, you can retreat, so calm your heart." Daoist Xu Gan said with a smile, "One year later will be an important turning point for my fellows, and there will be a once-in-a-century Pan Dao Conference. "
"Then you shouldn't be retreating? Should you come out more often?"
Daoist Xu Gan shook his head, and said warmly: "This is the same as when I advised you to keep your career. The number of heaven's law will reverse when it reaches its peak, and it will decline when it prospers. Qianmen can't have two people out of the mountain, that is a scorching fire, and the end is near." carry on."
The fact that the Tan family has survived for a hundred years is also following the laws of nature. When anything reaches its peak, it will inevitably decline. If you want it to last for a long time, you must know how to advance and retreat, and avoid the edge. Sometimes it is even more difficult to maintain a business than to start a business.
Tan Qiyu wondered: "Can't two people come out of the mountain?"
Daoist Xu Gan nodded: "Yes, my experience is over, someone will come forward for Qianmen, this is not my era."
"Now that I think about it, I still miss Chu Yizheng, Mei Manling, and layman Yetang..." Daoist Xu Gan laughed, "We were very good at making troubles back then!"
Tan Qiyu sighed: "The name sounds familiar, but I haven't seen it for many years."
"From now on, children will rule the world, and there is no such thing as our old helpers."
Daoist Sugan and Tan Qiyu chatted about the past while drinking tea. The memories of many years ago were alive with these names, like a tumbling tide, setting off the joy of youth again.
When the tea was steeped to tasteless, Daoist Xu Gan got up to say goodbye, and Tan Qiyu rushed to see him off.
The two walked to the corridor and wanted to climb up the path, but they saw three people not far away.
Daoist Xu Gan stopped, took a closer look, and asked tentatively, "Is that Mu Xing?"
"It's really a star." Tan Qiyu was taken aback, and he blurted out, "...how did you come up?"
Tan Qiyu said that Daoist Xu Gan visited recently, and Tan Muxing usually would not come again.
Daoist Xu Gan wryly smiled: "He should blame me."
Tan Qiyu hurriedly said: "No, Xing Xing just isn't interested in these things. Last time, he told me that he had never been angry with the Taoist priest!"
Daoist Xu Gan: "This is the cause and effect on my back, and he should blame me. Whether it is intentional or unintentional, I said what I said, and if he listens to it, it is my cause."
"The Taoist priest was also kind at the time."
"People have thousands of calculations, but the sky does their own calculations. Good or bad is not determined by people casually. Otherwise, the more you calculate, the less you will understand?" Xu Gan said helplessly, "I only know one thing after calculation, and that is human beings. It’s really small, and after all, it’s a mayfly in the world.”
The two old men stood on the steps, neither of them shouted about Mu Xing, and saw the three laughing and leaving.
Tan Muxing led the two of them to look at the clothes, and Chu Qianli followed behind bouncingly, turning his head from time to time to communicate with Qiu Qingkong.
The breeze passed by, and the bamboo leaves rustled. The faces of the teenagers were full of carefree, you can hear the noise like silver bells without getting close, and you can even imagine the pure smiles on their faces.
A bamboo leaf swirled away from Daoist Xugan's eyes, and was blown by the strong wind again, hanging on his shoulder.
When a moving image is born, you can ask for it.
Daoist Xu Gan stared at Chu Qianli, his mind moved slightly, suddenly he made a hexagram, and frowned, "Is that Mu Xing's friend?"
"Students who are visiting at home."
Xu Gandao's eyes were slightly deep, he took off the bamboo leaves on his shoulders, and let out a soft sigh.
"Why is the Daoist sighing?"
"A sign of premature death."
Dying underage is called premature death. If there is such a fate, it is difficult to live past twenty.
In the studio, Chu Qianli and Qiu Qingkong looked at the clothes on the stage, they were all amazed, and circled around the dress.
Classic-style stand-up collar, slightly tucked court cuffs, delicate and complicated skirt, the upper body is made of soft silk-like material, with low-key flashes under the light, the skirt is dark like night, and there is a waist at the connection with the upper body design.
From the design point of view, it is quite cumbersome, but due to the elegant color matching, it is not exaggerated to wear it.
"Is this light gray? Or light purple?" Chu Qianli touched the fabric of the jacket, carefully discerning the low-saturation color, and exclaimed, "It really looks like the clothes that Zhishi can make."
"Is this the lo skirt in Sankengli? But it seems that you can wear it normally?" Qiu Qingkong said in surprise, "I wanted to say last time, you always do this kind of thing."
Talking about the gloves made by Evening Star last time, they look like gothic accessories, not warm woolen gloves at all.
Tan Muxing struggled to explain: "Mainly, I did the same thing before, so I said not to take it."
Chu Qianli has seen the clothes that Tan Muxing made for the dolls, they are basically beautiful and complicated dresses. Of course he doesn't make ordinary clothes for dolls, and the various designs he makes are naturally not everyday.
Chu Qianli and Qiu Qingkong were circling around the skirt. They looked left and right, studied the material of the clothes, and chatted about it.
Talking about Mu Xing's design being discussed by others, he is a little embarrassed now, and said embarrassingly: "If you think it doesn't suit your style, it doesn't matter if you don't take it."
The two were still exploring the dress, Qiu Qingkong looked at the stage, then pulled Chu Qianli over, thinking: "It seems a bit inappropriate."
Tan Muxing: "Yes, she doesn't usually wear this type of clothes. I don't know how to design everyday clothes yet. Let's add something else this year, and next year..."
Chu Qianli asked suspiciously: "Is it inappropriate? My mother bought ordinary clothes, and I haven't worn them yet."
Qiu Qingkong stretched out his hand and gestured: "I mean the size is not suitable, it seems a little too big!"
"It's really like this." Chu Qianli stood behind the dress, and she was stacked with the mannequin, "It's really a bit big, let him change it?"
Qiu Qingkong looked around, she took out a tape measure from the side, and waved to Chu Qianli: "Teacher, come here, I'll measure it for you."
The two suddenly got busy in the studio. Qiu Qingkong measured Chu Qianli's shoulder width and other data with a tape measure, and wrote them down on the paper next to him.
Tan Muxing couldn't get in the conversation the whole time, he stood on the side and reminded weakly: "Wait, this is actually my studio..."
After Chu Qianli and Qiu Qingkong entered the house, they occupied the place ostentatiously, showing a kind of freedom of wandering around in their own home.
After the two of them fiddled with the objects in the house, they told Tan Muxing to change the size, and they still felt sour.
Chu Qianli looked at the mannequin in the corner, saw the buttons stored in the cabinet, and said in surprise: "The rich people still have a room for making clothes?"
Qiu Qingkong: "You can have a special room for making clothes, so does your family also have a special room for growing rice?"
"There is no room dedicated to growing rice..." Tan Muxing whispered, "The rice is grown in the field, and this side is not suitable for growing rice, but there is a watermelon field behind the yard."
Chu Qianli patted Qiu Qingkong's shoulder and comforted him, "You've been sloppy, and you've been shown again. People don't farm land, but they have watermelon fields!"
Qiu Qingkong said angrily: "I don't envy the watermelon fields. Can my family be short of melons for the media?"
Tan Muxing: "... this melon is not that melon."
The three chatted for a long time in the studio, and when they heard the news of a thunderstorm, they hurriedly prepared to drive home.
Qiu Qingkong left in the first car, and Chu Qianli left in the second car.
Chu Qianli ate and took in the compound today, holding a pink gift box in one hand and a wooden jewelry box in the other, looking back at Tan Muxing who gave her to her, and said with a smile: "I won't say thank you to you today. gone."
Tan Muxing didn't know what to say, so he replied subconsciously: "Ah, no need..."
Chu Qianli shook her head, she got into the car and looked at him through the window, her tone was quite happy: "When you change the skirt and give it to me, then come to collect my thanks!"
Tan Muxing said helplessly: "Don't you like gold more? Skirts are not as valuable as gold."
"I really like things that are worth money, but to me, it doesn't matter whether they're worth money or not." Chu Qianli tilted her head and said, "You made the skirt."
"Compared with gold, you prefer to make skirts, that's enough."
Tan Muxing was taken aback.
After Chu Qianli waved goodbye to him, he slowly withdrew his hand from the car window. The car carrying her started and disappeared at the end of the road.
Tan Muxing watched her leave, he chuckled and returned to the courtyard.
The rain came very quickly in the suburbs. The sky was covered with dark clouds, like black waves tumbling, and they fell down eeriely in an instant.
Tan Muxing put away the things in the glass tea room, and he decided to return to the studio before the rain, and concentrate on modifying the dress in the next time.
The ancient rhyme corridor connects all parts of the courtyard. First, there was a drizzle in the courtyard, and then the raindrops became bigger and bigger, hitting the roof with crackling, and then there was a clattering rain curtain.
Bamboo clumps were hit by heavy raindrops and stood upright in the rainstorm.
Tan Muxing walked through the corridor alone, and suddenly saw the familiar Taoist robe at the end, and suddenly felt like dreaming back to his childhood.
"Hello, Daoist." Tan Muxing met an acquaintance, he looked away uncomfortably, and finally stopped to say hello.
Daoist Xu Gan said with a smile: "Mu Xing, long time no see, I have something to tell you."
Pale lightning split the sky, causing Tan Muxing to squint his eyes in an instant.
He watched the old Taoist's lips move slightly, and then he showed a look of panic, followed by rumbling thunder.
His ears were numb from the shock, and he was not sure whether it was caused by the thunder or what the Taoist priest said.
"what did you say?"
"That friend of yours died young, people have an innate destiny and an acquired fortune." Daoist Xu Gan said regretfully, "She has a talent that reaches the heavens and the earth. The so-called wisdom must perish, and poor people can't save her." .”
Tan Muxing was in a daze at this moment, he was rarely aroused into anger, and subconsciously argued: "Impossible..."
"Her level is not lower than that of the poor, I'm afraid she already knew about it." Daoist Xu Gan showed regret, "I just knew, so I can't hide."
Once people get the news in advance, hints will follow.
Because Chu Qianli's talent is far superior to all others, she knows the result best, and she can't even deceive herself. No one can count on her, but she can't count on the sky.
Talking about Mu Xing, he felt dizzy. Many details that he had doubts about were like grains of sand at the bottom of a river being washed up by a rainstorm.
[Is a diploma useful? ]
[It’s okay for me to pick up another thousand or ten thousand hexagrams of life and death, otherwise how could I tell you that you are number one in the world? ]
[Having magic might not be a good thing. ]
No wonder she said that there is nothing to be happy about her birthday. What kind of mood did she have when she said this
She is the world's number one astrologer, and she is also the world's number one liar.
Facing the distraught Tan Muxing, Daoist Xu Gan said slowly: "If she has lived in the Taoist temple since birth, and use other means to contain her, she may be able to break this fate, but she cannot escape the five disadvantages and three shortcomings."
"The way of heaven is clear, and there is a cycle of karma. If there is a gain, there will be a loss." Daoist Xu Gan sighed and persuaded, "Mu Xing, don't contact her any more."
"… why?"
"I can't save her, you can't save her, and she doesn't even know how to save herself." Daoist Xu Gan hesitated, "You are a pure-hearted child, and Pindao can't bear to see your future..."
Tan Muxing was enlightened when he heard the words, if he continued to stay by her side, the end would be to watch her disappear.
Tan Muxing tremblingly said: "How long is it?"
"Only two or three years left."
Tan Muxing was silent, but his fingers were trembling.
"Pindao knows what you are thinking. Your meeting with her is the beginning of a turning point, and it is also the source of suffering. If you hadn't met her, your life would be safe and smooth. You may not have great achievements, but you will definitely have no worries about food and clothing, but If you insist on walking with her, there will only be more pain in the future."
"You will achieve different fortunes, but there will also be countless difficult moments, and there may be no results yet."
"It's enough pain now, will there be more in the future?" Tan Muxing mocked himself miserably, he shook his head, "I never thought about the result."
He has always been resigned, drifting with the flow, always thinking that it is good to hold on to the present, and never thinking about the future.
Tan Muxing smiled wryly: "Master Dao, I'm sorry, I really still don't like these things, even if this is what she is best at, I still can't like it..."
"You said her level is not below yours, right? So I don't believe what you say, I don't believe a word, I only believe what she said."
Daoist Xu Gan was silent for a moment, he was not annoyed, but calmly said: "Mu Xing, Pindao can't make decisions for you, but if you continue, you may have to use something you dislike."
Tan Muxing froze in place.
"Poverty Daoism once made a big mistake. It is because you heard these words back then. Three generations have been taboo by generals and Taoists." Daoist Xu Gan pondered for a long time and explained, "This does not mean that all killing karma is wrong, but that everything is wrong. Too much is too late, if you are a general in the world, sooner or later it will lead to a catastrophe, just like your friend."
"If the killing karma you have created is in exchange for good results, then maybe the two will cancel each other out. If you are really heinous, you will not be born into a Tan family. It just happens again and again, and there are always times when you can't control it. What you can do is to stop before the peak and restrain your own edge, so as to preserve your strength."
Birth and death are complex karma. Talking about Mu Xing's first life as a general to reap good results, it doesn't mean that he will be able to do this in all his lifetimes. If he accumulates continuously, he will become a hidden thunder, and sooner or later he will be detonated by the way of heaven.
What Daoist Xu Gan didn't say was that Tan Muxing might have wiped out the magicians.
Those who know the destiny can guide people in the wrong way, and can also lead people astray. Everything has two sides, good or bad cannot be determined by people, only by the way of heaven.
"You have really restrained your edge these years, even overcorrected, and made your family worry about your health." Daoist Xu Gan apologized, "This is the fault of the poor Taoist, and it is the cause and effect of the poor Taoist."
Tan Muxing rejected her innate power too much, forcibly suppressed it, and naturally externalized it on her body shape.
"If you insist on walking with her, this power may be able to prevent her from disaster, but you still can't change her fate. If there is a way out, she can only rely on herself."
Daoist Xu Gan said in a deep voice: "One year later, there will be a Pan Dao Conference, which is rare in a hundred years. Maybe you will meet someone who is more capable than Pin Dao. You may as well go and have a look, maybe you will have good luck."
Tan Muxing hurriedly asked: "But how to get there?"
"Don't worry, she will know when the time is right." Daoist Xu Gan said with a smile, "It was the same for the poor Dao back then."
Tan Muxing seems to understand, he thanked Taoist Xugan, and said goodbye to him politely.
"You're welcome, this is what Pindao owes you."
Tan Muxing wanted to explain, but the old man left with a smile.
The torrential rain was still falling, and Daoist Xugan held an umbrella in one hand and disappeared into the rain curtain, never to be seen again.
When Tan Muxing returned to the studio, he finally bowed uncontrollably when he saw the dress on the stage.
The rain outside the window was pattering, beating on the doors and windows of the compound.
Warm tears fell to the ground.
Before talking about Mu Xing, I always felt that there would be no conflicts without disputes, and there would be disputes without disputes. He doesn't dare to expect too much, and always thinks it's good to hold on to the happiness of the moment.
She will have a colorful future, maybe she still has contact with him at that time, maybe she will meet someone better, and gradually drift away from him.
He will be a little sad, but he will not regret it, at least she is still living well.
But life is so bitter, and it is so difficult to be happy.
If a person wants to grasp everything he has, he must do his best, and you can't help but fight.
He now fully understands the fool's card.
The optimistic fool is walking towards the precipice, but he doesn't know that he is on the verge of danger, which is the real world.
A few days later, Chu Qianli received a call from Tan Muxing, and the two met outside, and she received her new dress.
Seeing her eyes shining brightly, Tan Muxing couldn't help showing a smile, but suddenly remembered something and fell down inexplicably.
He looked aside covertly, quickly adjusted his emotions, and regained his usual expression.
Chu Qianli fiddled with the clothes fondly. She looked radiant and pleasantly surprised. She carefully put it back in the dust bag and praised, "It's really good. I didn't expect it to be so fast. Then I can take it back to the village."
Tan Muxing asked in surprise, "Going back to the village so soon? Will your family accompany you?"
"I don't need them to accompany me, I can go by myself, and it won't take too long." Chu Qianli raised his chin proudly, "I'm already an adult."
Tan Muxing was actually an adult earlier than her, but he was inexplicably distressed when he heard this, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment, hesitating: "...how about I go with you?"
Chu Qianli was taken aback: "Why?"
Tan Muxing stammered: "Support, support the local tourism industry?"
"There is no tourism in our village."
Tan Muxing confessed: "It's a bit dangerous for you to go by yourself, or you should call your parents..."
Tan Muxing now always feels that Chu Qianli's road ahead is full of difficulties, and social news can't help appearing in his mind.
Chu Qianli saw through his thoughts, and she yelled dissatisfiedly: "Our village is not so village! You city people always wear colored glasses, and now the countryside is rich in products and developed, don't always have stereotypes, it is still an advanced and civilized village Woolen cloth!"
Tan Muxing asked hesitantly: "Then what do you usually eat in the village?"
Chu Qianli thought for a moment, then recalled: "Boiled cabbage, boiled eggs, boiled porridge?"
Tan Muxing was even more suspicious, and said in a daze, "... rich products?"
"That's because my grandpa and I are lazy, and it has nothing to do with the village!" Chu Qianli was defeated by the general, and she argued anxiously, "Others are very good at cooking, but they are rich in products, and even the stars are brighter than the city. Everything is fine inside!"
Tan Muxing saw that she had such a sense of honor in the village, so he couldn't continue to fight, so he nodded in a good mood: "Yeah."
Chu Qianli was perfunctory: "..."
She felt ashamed, she didn't expect that she would smear the village by being lazy, and she became angry from embarrassment: "No, you have to go, I will show the young master in the city, the starry sky in the village is not worse than your compound, and eat some local food Specialties…”
When Tan Muxing heard the words, he asked what the local specialty was, but Chu Qianli couldn't tell.
"Don't ask questions, you will find them once you go!" Chu Qianli said anxiously, "Don't urge, don't urge, I'm making it up."
"..."
According to Tan Muxing's conventional understanding of Chu Qianli, he was a little afraid of the first meal in the village, and the special dish served was called "boiled stars".