The Starry Sky, The Starry Sea

Chapter 23: How to beat time (2)

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I gently scratched his palm with my index finger and middle finger, but he didn’t respond, so I kept scratching, scratching, scratching, scratching! Wu Julan held my hand with his backhand, stopping my endless teasing .

I was secretly happy in my heart, but I said solemnly on my face: "It's a long night, I don't want to sleep, let's chat."

"What to talk about"

"Talk casually, such as your affairs, if you are interested in my affairs, I will know everything and talk endlessly."

Wu Julan never expected that I would stop running away so soon and decided to face everything. He stared at me for a moment before asking calmly, "What do you want to know?"

I said as nonchalantly as possible, "Your age."

Wu Julan said: "I have been living at the bottom of the sea. The so-called mountains have no sun and moon. The way you calculate time is meaningless to me."

I was silent for a while, and asked: "You said that the last time you landed on land was in Europe in 1838. How many times have you been on land?"

"This time now, once in 1838, and the first time, a total of three times."

The experience was fairly simple. I breathed a sigh of relief and asked curiously, "When did you first land on land?"

"The eighth year of Kaiyuan."

I didn't ask "where" again, because this method of dating the year and the word "Kaiyuan" are known to all Chinese who have read a little history books. Although I had made various psychological preparations in advance, I was still shocked.

I was stunned for a while, jumped up suddenly, ran to the study, took out the Tang Poetry Appreciation Dictionary, turned to Wang Wei's poem, and quickly read line by line:

The pine on the green mountain,

See you again today after a few miles.

I don't see you,

remember each other,

This heart should be known to you.

For the king, the color is high and leisurely,

The pavilions come out of the clouds.

Finally, finally, I understood that Wu Julan's light sigh that day was not a feeling of "everything from the ages, all in words", but a real sigh from the time of the ages.

I looked crazy, threw down the book in a hurry, sat down at the computer desk in a hurry, and searched for Wang Wei: AD 701-761, a famous poet and painter in the Tang Dynasty.

I just wanted to find out how many years the eighth year of Kaiyuan was in AD, Wu Julan walked up behind me and said, "Eighth year of Kaiyuan, AD 720."

The year Wu Julan entered Chang'an was the heyday of the Tang Dynasty. "Chang'an Avenue is narrow and slanted, with green cattle, white horses and seven fragrant chariots. The jade chariot crosses the main house, and the golden whips flow towards the Hou family."

That year, Wang Wei was nineteen years old, and it was the time of poetry and wine when "meeting and drinking for the king, tied to the side of horses, tall buildings and weeping willows".

I heard my own voice was like smoke, it didn't seem to come from my own mouth, "You know Wang Wei"

"Um."

No wonder the tone of his voice sounded strange to me at the time.

My mind went blank for a while, and I subconsciously searched for Li Bai: AD 701-762, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, with the word Taibai and the name Qinglianjushi.

It turned out that Li Bai was only nineteen years old that year, and he was the young Feiyang who "has a strong temperament and is willing to fall behind others".

At that time, Wu Julan was also like this. He was in full bloom, poetry and wine were singing, "I am drunk and want to sleep, and I will go. The Ming Dynasty intends to bring the piano."

I murmured, "Do you know Li Bai?"

"I've drank wine a few times, and compared swords a few times."

"Where is Du Fu?"

"Because I don't look old, I can't live in one place for a long time, so I have to wander around. In the second year of Shangyuan, I once saw Zimei by the Huanhua River in Sichuan."

Wu Julan's expression and tone were very flat, but I didn't dare to ask again. From the prosperity of Kaiyuan to the chaos of Anshi, from the prosperity of singing and dancing to the pain of the world, after reading it for thousands of years, I feel thrilling, sad and regretful, let alone those who are in the middle.

"Since you can't live in one place for a long time, why don't you go back to the sea"

Wu Julan smiled faintly, "I was too young at that time, and it was the first time I lived on land, so I was so absorbed in my mind that I couldn't do anything, but I couldn't let go of anything."

"When did you leave later?"

"In the sixth year of the Dali calendar, AD 771, I took a boat from the Zhoushan Islands and went east to Japan to visit my old man. When I arrived in Japan, he died of illness. After living in Tangzhaoti Temple for half a year, I returned to the sea."

From 720 A.D. to 771 A.D., fifty-two years of ups and downs, joys and sorrows, watching countless familiar friends and old friends grow old and die, whether it is "meeting spirits to drink for the king" or "fairy willing to fall behind others", all For Wu Julan, who has a long lifespan and has never been old, it should be equivalent to several lifetimes. No wonder he sees everything in a calm and indifferent way.

Suddenly, I understood why it took him thousands of years to land on land again. It was still a continent with no memory. The laughter and sorrow engraved in the memory were too heavy

I walked up to Wu Julan and hugged him tenderly.

Wu Julan's body trembled imperceptibly, "Aren't you afraid?" His voice was as cold as his body temperature, as if carrying the vicissitudes and heaviness of a thousand years.

I put my head in his arms and hugged him tightly with my arms, hoping that my warmth could melt a little bit of his coldness, "It is time that scares me, not you."

"But what you can see and touch is me, not time. You are still young now, so it doesn't matter, but ten or twenty years later, I will still be like this. What will you become?" Wu Julan remained motionless Standing there, my voice was so calm that there was no ups and downs, but my words were as sharp as ice picks, as if they were going to stab hard into my heart.

At this moment, I really hated Wu Julan's rationality and coldness. He refused to let me get confused or escape, and always laid out everything naked in front of me.

I clearly felt his feelings for me, but he mercilessly tried to push me away again and again, forcing me to give up my feelings and his

I was silent for a long time and said, "I will grow old and ugly."

"I can't live in one place for a long time, you have to follow me, no friends, no home, then my existence will be your worst nightmare. Old and ugly, you will hate me and fear me, Do everything you can to escape from me." Wu Julan said cruel words while pushing me away with a smile.

I grabbed his hand subconsciously, not wanting him to leave, but at this moment, my hand was colder than his.

"Shen Luo, don't waste your short life on me, go find a man who is really suitable for you." Wu Julan pulled my hand away indifferently and relentlessly, "Wait until we find out who is targeting you and confirm that it has nothing to do with me." After that, I will leave, you just think that meeting me is a dream."

Dizzy, I walked out of the study like sleepwalking and went back to my bedroom.

The room was pitch black, and my heart felt suffocated and stuffy. With a few "swish swishes", I drew all the curtains and opened all the windows. The cool evening wind rushed in all at once, causing the papers on the table to fly and the curtains to flutter.

I curled up on the rattan chair in front of the window and looked at the full moon in the sky for a long time.

The moon from thousands of years ago should look similar to the moon tonight

However, people can't do it. Birth, old age, sickness and death, none of them can escape. A woman's youth is even more limited. Ten years later, I will be thirty-six years old. If I take good care of myself, I can still say that I am a young lady and still have a charming charm. But in twenty years

What does a forty-six-year-old woman look like? What does a fifty-year-old woman look like

At that time, how did it feel to stand with Wu Julan, who had a long life and not old face

The most beautiful vow of love in China is "hold your hand and grow old with you". If you can't even grow old together, is the hand you hold still the lover's hand

I smiled sadly and helplessly.

I thought I mustered up all my courage, faced this relationship with confidence, and made up my mind that no matter how many doubts and uncertainties there are between me and him, we can slowly understand and communicate slowly, and let time overcome All doubts and uncertainties.

However, it never occurred to me that the biggest problem between us was "time".

what should i use to beat time

Even Wu Julan, who has a millennium of wisdom and is almost omnipotent, doesn't know what to do about this problem, so he deliberately said sharply like "you are old and ugly" to hurt me and force me to give up.

Intellectually, I agree with Wu Julan's decision. Since the future is a narrower and narrower dead end, destined to hurt everyone, we should indeed choose to give up.

However, emotionally, I only know that I like him, and he likes me too. I am willing to accept his inhuman identity, and he does not reject me as an ordinary human woman, why can't we be together

The darker the night, the cooler the wind, but I seemed to have turned into a stone sculpture, sitting in front of the window, blowing the cool wind.

Suddenly, I sneezed violently a few times, and I was so embarrassed that I had to stand up to take a facial tissue.

After wiping my nose, I picked up the phone on the table and took a look. It was four o'clock in the morning in ten minutes.

I sat by the window unknowingly for six or seven hours. No wonder I was so cold that my nose was about to runny, but I don’t know which nerve of mine failed, but I didn’t feel cold at all.

I leaned on the window sill and looked out of the window: under the moonlight, the dragon spit pearl flowers are bright and clean, moving with the wind; Jiulixiang piled up with clouds and snow, and the dark fragrance hits people.

I thought of Wu Julan sitting lazily among the flowers, quietly watching the fallen flowers swaying, and couldn't help but put his hands on his heart, and sighed silently.

I'm not Wu Julan, I don't have his rationality, let alone his indifference to others and himself. Maybe no matter how long I think about it, I still can't figure out whether I should give up rationally or stick to it.

However, falling in love is a matter between two people, no matter what I think, Wu Julan seems to have made a decision

Suddenly, my heart moved.

Wu Julan forced me to give up, did he give up

Am I the only one who can't sleep at night after saying so many cruel things knowing it will hurt me

In an instant, I made a desperate decision, leaving the undecidable to fate to decide

If I called Wu Julan at this time, and he responded, then fate told me not to give up. If he didn't respond, then fate told me that I should give up.

I leaned my head to the window, put my hands around my mouth, and wanted to call him. However, I was so nervous that my hands and feet were weak, my heart was beating wildly, and my throat was so dry that I didn't make a sound.

Am I really going to put my fate and my future on a single call

What if, what if he is already asleep and can't hear me at all, or he hears it but doesn't want to respond to me

I took a few deep breaths and calmed down a little.

Fear entangled, I mustered all the courage, facing the misty night outside the window, softly called: "Wu, Wu, Wu Julan." Because I was too nervous, my voice sounded hoarse and hoarse, with trembling.

Originally, I thought that I would have to go through a painful wait before I could get an answer, but I didn't expect it at all. As soon as my voice fell, I heard Wu Julan's voice from the downstairs window, "What's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable? "

I froze in astonishment.

A moment later, while covering my mouth and smiling excitedly and joyfully, I slipped limply and fell to my knees on the ground.

I lay down on the floor, huddled into a ball, covering my face with my hands, tears streaming down my face silently.

You are downstairs, leaning on the railing to face the wind.

I was upstairs, looking at the moon by the window.

Heartbroken in two places, but it is a kind of lovesickness.

you make me give up

no i don't give up

I was ecstatically covering my face and weeping, when Wu Julan flew in from the window without a sound.

When he saw me kneeling on the floor, he rushed over and hugged me, "Why are you uncomfortable?"

I held him, shook my head, and just cried.

He doesn't understand, I'm not uncomfortable, but I'm too happy, too joyful, I'm worried about him, I'm worried about him.

He touched my forehead and said angrily: "You have a fever and now you know it's uncomfortable, why don't you know how to think about it when you blow the cold wind?"

See me silent, crying all the time. He took my hand, felt my pulse, and asked softly, "Where is the pain?"

I shook my head, choked up and said, "No, it's not uncomfortable anywhere."

He didn't understand, "It's not uncomfortable, why are you crying?"

I cried and laughed and said: "Because you heard my cry, because you can't sleep either"

Wu Julan seemed to understand what I was talking about, her expression turned back, frost was on her brows again, she withdrew the hand that was holding my pulse, and said coldly, "I have a bad cold."

He picked me up, put me on the bed, covered me with the quilt, and turned to leave.

I immediately grabbed his hand and looked at him with red eyes and teary eyes.

His cold expression loosened a bit, and he said helplessly, "I'll get the antipyretics."

I let go, and he closed all the windows and drew all the curtains before going downstairs to get the medicine.

After a while, he came up with the antipyretic medicine, poured me a glass of warm water, and asked me to take the medicine first.

He handed the electronic thermometer to my mouth and motioned for me to suck it.

A few seconds later, he took out the thermometer, glanced at the displayed number, frowned, and said to me: "The medicine you just took will make you drowsy, sleep well."

I don't know if it's because of the effect of the medicine or because of the fever, my whole body becomes weak and weak, and I don't even have the strength to open my eyes. I gradually closed my eyes and fell asleep.

However, I have been sleeping restlessly, and it has been painful from head to toe, inside and out. For a while, it was like being roasted on the stove, and the whole body was smoking; for a while, it was like falling into an ice cellar, and the whole body was shivering with cold.

Feeling dizzy, I feel that someone has been taking good care of me. My brain is in a daze, I don't have the strength to think at all, I can't figure out who he is, but I am happy for no reason, it seems that as long as he is by my side, even if I have been so painful that I am sometimes roasted and sometimes frozen, I am willing.

When I opened my eyes, the room was dimly lit, so I couldn't tell how long I had slept.

Wu Julan sat on the wicker chair next to the bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep. As soon as I struggled to move, he opened his eyes.

My throat seemed to have been scorched by smoke, it was dry and sore, I opened my mouth, but didn't say a word.

But Wu Julan immediately understood what I meant, and brought a glass of warm water to my mouth.