After laughing, Duan He stared at the surface of the lake.

Mu Yichen also looked at the lake, and the two were speechless for a while.

Or rather, everything you want to say is in this calm lake.

Memory is a beautiful thing, and it may make people know what it means to be alive. The birth of a person is a blank piece of paper, and it is precisely because of memory that he has become a living person.

"Mu Yichen, have you ever thought about going back?"

"Go back, how to go back? Where to? ”

Duan He looked at Mu Yichen and said, "Don't you know how to go back?" After I go back, there will be the Xiaoyao Valley, the story, and the rivers and lakes. ”

Saying this, Duan He stopped, and even the wine was half sober.

Indeed, none of this sounds as good as here.

It's the same place as the Valley of Escape, but there's a lot less fighting.

Mu Yichen sighed very sadly and said, "In this world, how can there be so many thoughts. If everything had followed my heart's desire, I wouldn't be here. You won't be here. Most of the cages are for those who need them, and maybe we need this to figure everything out, don't we? ”

Duan He also sighed.

"Whatever you want, I'm quite envious of you. Mu Yichen, you have nothing to worry about. But I have to go back. I still have my brother in the hospital, and my family is uncertain, and there are thousands of waters. And, the woman. ”

Duan He put the pot of wine to his mouth again, there was no wine in it, and he could only drink a little spicy sporadically.

"yes, maybe, that's a blessing for me?" Mu Yichen smiled awkwardly.

The two of them sat here, not knowing what to talk about. There are too many tragic things in the world, and what is born in two people is just a little bit of these things. No one will miss them, Mu Yichen disappeared, and he disappeared. Duan He disappeared, and after a while, he also disappeared. Even if it is the Shaolin Temple, even if it is Wang Duan, even if it is the Zhusu faction, even if it is the rebellion in the north, it will disappear after a period of time.

No one wants to remember someone else's grief all the time, and no one wants someone else to remember their grief all the time.

Just sit all the time, just keep chatting with each other. Talking until the light of the moon is no longer far away, and the night is not so dark, there is gradually a posture of dawn.

"It's almost dawn, why don't you go back and sleep for a while?" Mu Yichen stretched his waist, looking tired.

Even if you are a martial arts practitioner, it is a little tiring to sit all night like this.

Duan He was still staring at the moonlight that was about to disappear, and said:

"Why don't you make a poem? When the moonlight is gone, there will be no more. Even if the next moonlight is still shining, it will not be this moonlight again. ”

"Okay, then, you come first." Mu Yichen said.

Duan He nodded and closed his eyes.

When a person writes poetry, all the thoughts of the brain come together. After that, the stories of the past, the current appearance, and the things that come up in my heart will be condensed together. The things that had been condensed together condensed again, into the haggard sentences. The sentence condenses again, and it becomes a fascinating poem. Poetry can be passed down for many years, again and again in its spirit, and again and again in its soul. A poem that can make people feel sad to read must be read out of thin air by a traveler who has no home in his heart. It's poetry, it's story.

After pondering for a long time, Duan He said the first sentence:

"The north wind will stop the entanglement in the new year."

Mu Yichen listened to this sentence with a puzzled face, and asked, "I don't understand your first sentence." Where does the north wind come from? Where did it come from? ”

Duan He smiled and said, "Don't forget, the first word is words. That's what I'm thinking. The north wind is strong, and it is late autumn. When late autumn turns to the new year, there will be a new autumn. The old autumn and the new autumn, even if it is a sweet attachment, will fade a little. ”

"Okay, okay, then you go on." Mu Yichen smiled, this smile was not from the heart. Or to put it simply, he didn't expect Duan He to be related to a woman from the first sentence.

Duan He closed his eyes again and pondered the second sentence.

It is said that it is moonlight, but most of the things that come to mind have nothing to do with the current scenery. Some are stories, some are landscapes. Combined, it becomes a unique rhyme. This rhyme gradually amplified, enveloping Duan He in it, and it was difficult to escape.

"Vast and late."

"Explain, explain." Mu Yichen was idle on the side, he definitely didn't understand, and he wanted Duan He to talk about it.

Duan He coughed and said, "The beauty of the vastness is indescribable. After dyeing wine, it is lonely and cool. This man drank alcohol and dyed the beautiful scenery, so he said that the year would stop entanglement. ”

Mu Yichen nodded again, and couldn't help but admire in his heart. This is really a good poem.

Duan He continued to ponder and said the third sentence:

"There is no way to return to the sky."

In this scene, a person has no intention of retreating, or there may be no way to retreat. So, I remembered such a story of vicissitudes. ”

Mu Yichen nodded and did not interrupt Duan He.

So, the fourth sentence came out.

"There is always a lack of yin and yang."

This fourth sentence is blurted out. After saying it, one scene after another appeared in Duan He's mind, but none of them had anything to do with this poem.

A poem, and so came out:

The north wind turns the year to stop entanglement

Vast and late dye wine also

There is no circuit in the sky

There is always a lack of yin and yang

Although this poem is sad, it is magnificent. Especially after listening to Duan He's explanation, Mu Yichen deeply felt the seconds of this poem. I couldn't help but exclaim: "Good poetry, good poetry." ”

Duan He smiled and said, "This poem should be regarded as a memorial for this night." I will go back, I will leave here. Mu Yichen, you keep this poem. When I have done what I have done, I will come back to you. ”

"Okay."

Mu Yichen stood up, moved his body, and said, "Then, I'll give this poem a name." ”

"Okay."

Coming up with a name, this is also a science. Mu Yichen closed his eyes, and for some reason, after listening to this poem, Mu Yichen's mind was full of Yuechan.

Yuechan smiled, every time she talked to her naughty brain. It's just that he doesn't know why, he can't see Yuechan's face clearly.

Mu Yichen opened his eyes again and stared at the lake.

The wind blew softly, causing a ripple on the surface of the lake, and soon the ripple disappeared.

After all, all stories should be understood.

"This poem is called "North Water Stops the Wind South".

Mu Yichen said.

"The north water stops the wind in the south?"

This name is even stranger than Duan He's matter, and Duan He can't figure it out.

"When you understand these five words, you should be able to come back."

Mu Yichen smiled and closed his eyes.

(End of chapter)

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