Light boats are sailing, white walls and gray tiles.
"Big brother, don't you still remember?"
The girl with two small balls tied up held a peach-colored oil-paper umbrella, stepping on the rainwater slowly flowing on the bluestone slab, and tilted her head to look at the young man who was walking quietly while holding another oil-paper umbrella.
Zhou Xiaoqi met this big brother by chance.
It was the same day as now, the sky was gray and it was raining. The small towns in the south of the Yangtze River are hazy in the rain. People in the town are already used to this kind of rain that lasts for several months. People slowly hold umbrellas in the rain, and light boats pass slowly under the stone arch bridge. A gentle woman sits on the bow and looks at the swing. Ripples bloomed, the young man who liked her stood on the bridge and threw the flowers towards the boat.
The war in the north has stopped for several years, and the pain of the past has been gradually healed. In the gentle rain in the south of the Yangtze River, people are slowly continuing their peaceful lives.
Zhou Xiaoqi's parents were killed by Hu Bing on a rainy day.
Therefore, whenever it rains, she always walks around with an umbrella, as if her parents will return to her in the rain.
It was at this time that Zhou Xiaoqi met his eldest brother.
On the dark bluestone street, a young man in a white robe stood quietly against the wall. He lowered his eyes and watched the rainwater flow slowly on the bluestone slab. The young man was more beautiful than anyone she had ever seen.
But for some reason, Zhou Xiaoqi's nose was sore when he saw the young man for the first time, and inexplicable sadness surged up in an instant.
That kind of indescribable sadness, just like when she watched her parents fall slowly in front of her, the hideous Hu Bing scimitar was covered with dazzling blood.
But why
Obviously she didn't know this big brother at all.
She ran over "tat-tat-tat", trying to raise the umbrella to cover the rain for her big brother. The eldest brother's quiet look with downcast eyes is very beautiful, but it also makes people very sad. Zhou Xiaoqi was still young, and she didn't understand why her eldest brother looked so sad, so she mustered up the courage to grab his sleeve.
Big Brother looked at her.
"Brother, can you come and live at my house?"
The words came out naturally, my mind was in a mess and I didn't know anything. When the words came out, tears came down inexplicably. Zhou Xiaoqi was sobbing and crying, while tugging at the young man's sleeve, talking upside down.
"My grandfather can tell stories, can make chairs, and is a great carpenter. I can listen to your stories, or I can tell you stories."
The young man looked down quietly at the little girl who cried into a ball for some reason, and after a long time, said softly:
-it is good.
So Zhou Xiaoqi has the most beautiful brother in the world.
But the big brother forgot who he was, didn't know his name, and didn't know where he came from. Holding the bowl, Zhou Xiaoqi said, it's okay, this is where you want to come back, brother. Grandpa will also leave food for you.
The old carpenter was lying on the bamboo chair, and the cigarette rod knocked on the little girl, telling her to eat honestly.
However, just as the young man was about to go out to the street, the old carpenter suddenly stopped him and said, "Anyway, the room at home is empty, and it is empty, and it will be lively if there is one more person."
After speaking, he turned his back and walked back slowly.
The young man held an umbrella, stood at the door, looked at the small courtyard, and smiled slightly for a long time.
The young man couldn't remember his own name, Zhou Xiaoqi originally thought about naming his brother. But the old carpenter knocked her on the head and asked her if someone called her Wang Xiaoliu or Li Xiaowu, would she be willing? Zhou Xiaoqi held his face in his hands, thought for a while, and shook his head.
So they seldom mentioned the young man's name.
Zhou Xiaoqi yelled "big brother" and "big brother" one by one.
Today, Zhou Xiaoqi suddenly asked the young man if he still didn't remember, because he saw a young man in the town who was separated from his family when he was fleeing. He lived alone in the town, but one day his family came and the boy left.
Zhou Xiaoqi suddenly became worried.
If the eldest brother's family members come here, will the eldest brother leave
Will someone tell her all kinds of stories in the future? Those ancient sects, those stories of immortals who seem to be from another world. In the big brother's stories, the sect that always appears is so wonderful, and the people in the sect are so cute. It's a pity that every time Zhou Xiaoqi asks, what is the name of that sect
Big brother said, I can't remember.
In this way, a story with incomplete names and locations, time jumps, and characters can't always remember their names. One listens carefully, as if everything the other says is the truth.
Zhou Xiaoqi felt that this was the happiest day in the world.
However, what if someone also found the big brother
Will big brother leave
She suddenly became worried.
Holding a moon-white oil-paper umbrella, the young man squatted down in front of Zhou Xiaoqi. He looked into Zhou Xiaoqi's eyes and stroked her hair: "Don't worry, I won't leave."
He won't leave here.
The small town here is quiet, people love each other, and the days flow slowly like a stream, without war, parting, or death. Although he couldn't remember his name, and didn't know his past, but inexplicably, it seemed that there was a voice telling him.
It's you who wanted to be here.
This is what you want.
Zhou Xiaoqi tilted his head to look at him, then smiled happily. Big brother will always do what he promises.
"Xiaoqi go back first, brother will go back later."
The young man stood up and straightened the umbrella for Zhou Xiaoqi.
Zhou Xiaoqi agreed, and ran back stepping on the stagnant water. Grandpa said that the aunt next door gave him a chicken today, and made them some chicken soup.
The young man stood in the rain alley, watched Zhou Xiaoqi's figure disappear into the alley, and then turned his head to look at another place.
From an alley in the alley, a man dressed as a young scholar came out. The scholar held a golden longbow in his hand, and the longbow glowed with a faint golden light in the drowsy rainy day, like a golden flame. The scholar had a tired look on his face, as if he had traveled a long, long way and trekked to many places.
The young man looked at the scholar.
The scholar didn't hold an umbrella, and he walked towards the young man slowly through the stagnant water.
When he walked in front of the young man, he raised his hand and handed him the longbow: "Your things."
The youth didn't answer.
He looked down at the longbow for a long time, and asked softly:
"who I am?"
The scholar looked at him and smiled slowly: "Your surname is Baili, but your single name is Shu."
The rain falls on the oil-paper umbrella, like a long song.
The author has something to say: For those who have forgotten Zhou Xiaoqi, you can go back and read Chapter 147, and then you will understand.
Little brother Baili is order. He disappeared in the space of the Twelve Dynasties, but the will of order still exists in the projected space when the Ten Thousand Immortals Era was interrupted. He woke up in the projection space.
"Chaoge" ends here.
This story has been written for a long time, and when I finished writing the last sentence, I was at a loss.
It took a long time to write this story. This story has many deficiencies, but it also has many things that I like very much.
When I was writing this story, I also met many people and encountered many things. I also had extreme moments, immature behaviors, self-defeating, and being held by others to stand up. It has also been a long journey of growth for myself.
It was at three o'clock in the morning, after finishing the last chapter, I couldn't fall asleep, so I chatted with you a little bit.
Among the eight sects of the Immortal Gate, the Nine Mysteries are the first.
From the beginning, I wanted to write a sect that has love and hate, has done wrong things, lost in the long distance of time, and finally returned to the mission. Just like Mr. Yu Yingshi said in "Scholar and Chinese Culture", in fact, there is no flesh and blood existence in history that fully meets the ideal model of "scholar". "Some scholars are young and unrestrained, but they are awe-inspiring in their old age; some are generous in the early stage and decadent in the late stage, and most of them have no extraordinary integrity in their lives. However, in times of political or social crisis, conscience is revealed, and every utterance is a cry of injustice. ".
Although one is a "scholar" and the other is a cultivator of the immortal sect, it seems that they are completely different and have nothing to do with each other, but they are actually similar.
Xianmen is actually one in my heart. During a long time, I have done wrong things, been absurd, and been decadent, but at the last moment, I washed away my ailments and reproduced such an image of the glory that belongs to Xianmen itself. No matter how many wrong things Xianmen has done, at the last moment, they are still the guardians of the world.
Both merits and demerits.
However, in fact, whether it is the characters or all the forces, which one is not half of the merits and demerits
Starting from Jiuxuanmen, I want to unfold a chaotic situation of changing epochs, and under such a background, people grow up from different angles and different positions. I want to write about complicated people, I want to write about little people who seem pathetic. For example, Zhou Wen'an who died, or Jiang Chen who jumped up on Mengguan, couldn't bear the fact that his fellow disciples were leaving one after another, so he wanted to kill the emperor's daughter.
In this story, try to write a lot of little characters.
Their strength is not high, some stick to a belief, some can't bear everything, and finally collapse. Some are not so well written, but some I am quite satisfied with.
I also wrote some pictures that I actually like very much, which are not important.
Baili Shu walked in Yanmen County, looking at the vast rain. Elder Qin sat outside the Jingling Terrace, chanting for He Qingchuan to summon his soul. After the defeat of Mengguan, the disciples of the Zongmen retreated on the desolate land singing songs calling for souls... These are my favorite scenes.
In fact, when I was writing this story, there were times when I was depressed and negative because of many miscellaneous things.
At that time, when I was writing Chaoge, I felt that the development of the story was full of despair. I couldn’t see the light, so I also felt that the final ending of the story seemed unsolvable. It seemed that Bailishu was destined to die and everything would be buried. .
Fortunately, Miss Yangyang held my hand, and said to me gently but threateningly: No, you can't let little brother Baili die.
She pulled back the ending that I thought was hopeless.
That's why there was the golden flame that finally healed everything, the quiet young man Zhou Xiaoqi saw in the depths of the rain alley, and Ye Qiusheng finally found Bailishu with his longbow.
The world is not perfect.
Chaoge is an attempt I want to make, which is to make the cold historical development track collide with romantic, soft and idealized feelings. Therefore, under the change of the era, all the relationships between master and apprentice, between fellow students, and between friends are very idealized. Everyone loves each other, stays with each other, and then lives in a cold and crazy era.
There is a lot of rambling, all in all, this is not a mature story, with many shortcomings. I have been writing since 2017, but along the way, I have made some happy progress, but I am more happy to meet some people.
I am very happy to meet you and to accompany you through this journey. Thank you for listening to me tell such a long story.
The future plan should be to rest for a while, and then start writing "He is the Flower of Gaoling". This book is very tiring.
In addition, I have made major revisions to the beginning, please remember to read it again.
Also, there's a half-baked idea.
In fact, Chaoge's story structure is very large, but many things were not fully unfolded in one episode. I want to write a story in the same series later.
But regarding this second series, I now have two preliminary thoughts.
One is to start from the perspective of young archaeologists, and tell the story of the lost dynasty and the hidden fairy gate through ancient objects. [I'll open this pre-acquisition first, and throw it in the column. Whether I will use this or not will be decided later. Tentatively named "Dragon Picture"]
One is to write directly from the original book of the fanboy in the column, and set the background in the future technological era. The protagonist said: In my life, there is something that I have to do no matter what, and there is a story that I have to write no matter what. .
But I haven't decided on these two ideas yet, let's listen to your opinions.
Finally, I would like to thank you all for accompanying me to the end of the story and also accompanying me during this period of growth.
See you next story.
——Fortunately, this testimonial was written a few days ago, and the following is written today——
... I wrote here to say something to you, and suddenly I know what to say.
I don't want to affect your reading of the article, or the mood I had when I wrote the last chapter.
So…
Despite all the things and all the sadness, thank you for meeting you.
Among the many ups and downs, what is beautiful and warm is all the gentle people I have met, all my lovely readers who have been following me, and the warm and kind friends I have met.
Thank you for meeting you.