Shang Zhen began to meditate again.
With the first experience, this time he entered the state very quickly.
To be honest, he really couldn't describe the feeling of this visualization.
There seemed to be another self in the dark.
That self seems to be in a corner of the void unknown to oneself, or not in a corner but everywhere.
That self is like a mirror that can reflect all the thoughts that come out of oneself.
But the real self cannot follow that mess of thoughts, nor can he follow any external sounds that he perceives, otherwise he will not be able to enter samādhi.
Shang Zhen slowly took in his mind, just when he felt that he was about to melt into a void, he lay down directly, he needed to sleep!
This is to stop in time. Last night, because he didn't stop in time, he felt like a thunder in his ears.
At that moment he felt that the whole world had changed, the void was broken and the earth was flat!
But just when he was experiencing it, sleepiness struck and fell asleep.
It is true that these days he was exhausted and painful, but he couldn't sleep well at night, so he fell asleep when he was about to obtain a secret in this world.
And this time he didn't dare to enter that state again, what he was afraid of now was not pain, what he was afraid of now was that he could no longer dream!
And it turns out that Shang Zhen was stuck at the right time, and he was eventually confused and sleepy.
At this moment, the last trace of his remaining consciousness realized that he had put on the soldier's costume and stood with a waist knife in his hand.
The dream came, and Shang Zhen's remaining consciousness let out a sigh and then fell completely into his dream.
"Jiuxiang, what are you doing with the bag of soil?" Shang Zhen asked a little court lady curiously, standing at the door of a garden.
He recognized this little palace lady with a headband.
Shang Zhen in a sober state is naturally full of curiosity about what Jiuxiang looks like
, But now he has taken everything for granted in his dream.
Of course he knew Jiuxiang, and the small bag of soil in Jiuxiang's hand was brought by him from his hometown across the ocean.
Hundreds of boys and girls traveled across oceans to a strange country.
Before I left, I heard from the old man that I had to bring a handful of the soil from my hometown when I was going out to sea. If there is something unacceptable outside, I will smell the soil in my hometown, and he will be well protected!
Shang Zhen did not expect that this small bag of soil would really be used after they arrived at the Dongying Islands in the ocean.
It's just that it is not himself who uses this soil, but Jiuxiang.
Jiuxiang is the little palace lady in the palace, and Shang Zhen is the waiting guard in this palace.
Jiuxiang Tiantian was in charge of the flowers and plants in the garden, and Shang Zhen guarded the garden, and they met in this way.
One day Jiuxiang did not come to the garden. Shang Zhen asked him to find out that Jiuxiang was sick because of homesickness. Shang Zhen gave the bag of soil to Jiuxiang.
Jiuxiang's illness just recovered, and Shang Zhen did not take back the bag of soil.
But today, when Shang Zhen saw Jiuxiang pour the bag of soil into the garden, he felt strange and naturally he wanted to ask.
"We have too little soil. I want to plant flowers in the soil. From now on, no matter who the sisters in the palace is sick, just smell the flowers." Jiuxiang raised his head and answered innocently.
Jiuxiang is not the kind of girl who has a peerless elegance to reverse the appearance of all beings, but I don't know how, Shang Zhen especially likes to look at Jiuxiang's face.
A small round face has shallow dimples when smiling, and even when not smiling, the dimples also have faint marks.
"That flower is here and not ours, can that work?" Shang Zhen expressed doubt.
The soil in the hometown can cure the sickness of homesickness.
But if you sprinkle this Dongying flower seeds on the soil in your hometown, the flower that grows is Dongying's. Can this Dongying flower cure the sickness of homesickness
"Yes, but we don't have the flower seeds of our hometown either." Jiuxiang squatted before the pile of soil, put her elbow on her knee and her hand on her chin again, she was worried.
Jiuxiang was troubled, and Shang Zhen was of course also troubled.
But the Shang Zhen is the Shang Zhen, and boys always know more than girls.
"When I took the soil, there were a lot of flowers and plants nearby, maybe they could grow out of it!" Shang Zhen had an idea, but this small bag of soil was dug by Shang Zhen himself in his hometown.
It was autumn when Shang Zhen they boarded the ship, and in Shang Zhen's impression, the place where he took the soil was a sea of flowers in summer.
Since the flowers have fallen in autumn, he may not be able to put the seeds on the ground and be collected by him.
"Yes, that's right!" Jiuxiang jumped up when he heard that Shang Zhen said this. "The thatched house you see is covered with mud and grass can grow on it!"
That is, who would plant grass on the mud lid of the thatched house? Why did wormwood grow on the mud lid? It was not because there were grass seeds in the mud lid!
The two people studied this way, and the matter was settled.
Therefore, Shang Zhen still guards the garden gate with a knife every day, and Jiuxiang still takes care of the flowers and plants every day.
It is the garden of the imperial palace. In other words, it is the imperial garden. It is especially rich in cherry blossoms, pink, rosy, scarlet, and even light green flowers.
Although the cherry blossom season has passed, the boys and girls who have never seen cherry blossoms in their hometowns were shocked by the colorfulness and splendor when they saw the cherry blossoms here in the first year!
Originally, Shang Zhen and Jiuxiang also liked this flower very much.
However, after they came to the Dongying Islands for a long time, they responded to the old saying "Although Liangyuan is so good, it is not a long-stay home."
This sentence is so plain that everyone can understand it. It has historical allusions.
A grand-minded young man lives in Liangyuan as a clean guest. How can a man with great ambition be willing to be a clean guest, so I have the above-mentioned sigh.
And this young man's name is Sima Xiangru, but he is the young man who pursued Zhuo Wenjun in "Feng Qiuhuang" in ancient legends.
The boys and girls of Shang Zhen and the others may not know this allusion, but they know that "golden nests and silver nests are not as good as their own cat nests and kennels."
No matter how beautiful the cherry blossoms are, it has nothing to do with these wanderers who have never crossed the oceans. If people live in the bushes or take a single flower, no matter how fragrant the flower looks for a long time and smells for a long time, there will be no family's foxtail as cordial!
But Jiuxiang poured a small bag of soil from her hometown in the garden, which was full of hope, and then she made a wet cloth to cover the soil.
Although Jiuxiang is small, he also knows that if you want the seeds to germinate, you need water.
Because when she was a child, her mother used to soak seeds like this before planting, and waited for the seeds to sprout before planting in the ground.
But this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is because Shang Zhen reminded her to cover it up, don't blow in the flowers and grass seeds of Dongying!
If that's the case, the flowers and plants that grow out are Dongying's, and they won't be able to cure their inadequacy.
Therefore, the following situation has become a normal state of this garden since it was hit.
A young man looked at a young girl every day, and the young girl squinted at the wet cloth on the ground. There was a small bulge under the wet cloth.
Of course, the land will grow flowers and grass, such as the seeds of cocklebur and dandelion, which take root and sprout wherever they fall.
But they are a huge piece of land. Who can guarantee that there will be flower seeds or grass seeds from the hometown in the soil that is not much bigger than a handful of Shang Zhen
However, they are children far from their homeland, and they have a naivety that has never been lost.
So, the two of them looked forward and hoped.
After a while, the girl yelled happily one day: "Look at it, it's really sprouting!"
The boy also ran over to see.
After another short period of time, the girl shouted again: "Look at it, it's green, do you think it will be a flower or a grass?"
The boy came to see again.
Things were developing like this, they watched the green plant that didn’t know whether it was a grass or a flower grow up little by little, until there were many large and small bones growing on a stem in the middle, they were sure That is a flower, not a grass.
But one morning, when the boys and girls appeared in the garden, squatting in front of the small bump, they didn't make a sound.
The two people first looked at the flower and then looked at each other in surprise, before moving their gazes at the flower again.
Because that flower is blooming, and it is not one blooming yet.
There are seven flowers in total, the core is dark yellow, and the petals are light yellow.
From top to bottom, each flower looks like a small sun. The stamen in the middle is the sun, and the petals in the four circles are scattered sunlight.
This kind of flower is certainly not comparable to the peony that looks graceful and noble, nor is it comparable to the splendid cherry blossoms.
But that flower is the flower of their hometown far away from Haibo.
That flower is very common in the hometown.
There are countless fields in the fields, even as many as the lives of these petty people, and even a little humble. The people who farm the fields will just throw them away, and even the old cattle who plow the fields will step on them at will.
But the vitality of that flower is very strong. It is called wild chrysanthemum in their hometown.
A flower that can be seen everywhere in the land of Aurora, both in the south and in the north.
But the flower drifted across the ocean with these young boys and girls who had left their hometown, and finally relied on the native roots of their hometown to sprout.
It is ordinary, but in the eyes of the boys and girls at this time, the flower is the most beautiful flower in the world, the flower that belongs to them!