The eighth Qing talks about Zhuang Zhoudie

The red sunset stained the sky. Qin Ying sat alone on the grassy slope of Lao Xiaoding in a daze, chewing a piece of washed kudzu in her mouth.

My sister and her sweetheart are inseparable all the time, and Qin Ying is too lazy to do their background picture, so she comes here to relax.

It's a pity that the distraction was not very successful.

She climbed high and looked into the distance, and what she saw was the bleak autumn and the loneliness of the world. The already bad love is getting lower and lower.

After eating the sweet kudzu, she leaned back and lay back, only to find an upside-down face in front of her.

"Little girl." The man who suddenly appeared behind her.

She couldn't stop lying on her back and said, "...... Who are you? ”

He stood still not far away, and said deeply: "Down there is the mountain god of Zhangren, Ning Fengzi." Seeing that you seem to have something that you can't explain, you come over. If the girl has something on her mind, she might as well talk about it. I might be able to help you below. ”

Qin Ying stared at his face for a while, and after confirming that Ning Fengzi had no malicious intent, he opened his mouth after considering it.

"Since I can remember, my sister has been by my side. For me, my sister is my world. But now, my sister has been taken away......"

Ning Fengzi snorted and said, "So you have a little taste in your heart?"

"I'm glad that my sister has a home, but I haven't adapted yet...... The brother-in-law showed up so quickly. Qin Ying spread his hands and said.

"Why do you say that?" Ning Fengzi felt that this little girl was even more interesting than she looked.

Qin Ying glanced at him and said, "Sue you a big secret, a secret that even my sister doesn't know." In the first half of the year, I fell ill and had a strange but real dream.

"The sister in the dream didn't meet Mingli until a hundred years later... And then they stuck together every day, as they do now.

"I was bored, so I took the initiative to leave my sister and come to the world I had longed for a long time. After more than ten years, when the Son of Heaven wanted to cut off my head. Then, I died. Then I woke up. ”

She spoke for a long time. During this period, I used "then" three times in a row, but I didn't notice it.

Ning Fengzi touched his beardless chin and said, "Have you ever heard the story of Zhuang Zhou Mengdie?"

Qin Ying raised his head proudly and said, "I know this." One day, Zhuang Zhou daydreamed that he had turned into a butterfly. He woke up...... I don't know if the butterfly became him, or if he became a butterfly. ”

He thought for a moment and gave her a similar example: "What do you think Zhuang Zhou Mengdie is all about?"

"Before, I thought it was Zhuang Zhou who turned into a butterfly. But now, I think it's the butterfly that has become him. Because the dream is already so real...... I can't take it lightly to the point of vain. ”

Ning Fengzi heard this and said, "Can you think like this?" The dream was real, and it is true now.

"Butterflies are real, and so is Zhuang Zhou. You are both a butterfly and a Zhuang Zhou. So there are two kinds of memories at the same time. ”

"-I see!" Qin Ying's eyes were full of joy when he saw the new world.

He sighed and said to himself, "It's so real, and it's normal to be confused." It's hard to think of it as a dream. ”

Under Ning Fengzi's bewitchment, she couldn't help but nod her head and said what was in her heart.

"Not only was it hard, but I was also a little scared. The details of what happened in the dream and what happened now are different, but the general direction is the same. If I went to the world like in a dream. In the end, will I be killed by the Son of Heaven like in my dreams? ”

I don't know why, these things that can't be confided in my sister, but now she has no scruples to tell Ning Fengzi.

Ning Fengzi approached Qin Ying and gently comforted the top of her head with his hand:

"Depending on the choice you make, the path you take will naturally be different. You have to believe in your ability to resolve the tragedies of the past. ”

After some persuasion, Qin Ying's heart suddenly brightened. She got up and bowed to Ning Fengzi: "...... Thank you sir. ”

Accepted it as if it were good, and Ning Fengzi owed it as a return gift.

When the two sat cross-legged again, they were much closer to each other.

"Sir? Ha, no one has called me that in years. Ning Fengzi tapped his thin and hard kneecap with his index finger, and smiled happily, "You have told a lot of your own things, would you like to listen to me." ”

"I can't ask for it." Qin Ying stared at Ning Fengzi with blank eyes.

He was very happy by this gaze, and couldn't help but think about the game: "Look at me like this, guess how old I am?"

"You're eight hundred years old, aren't you?" Qin Ying casually said the number.

However, this "eight hundred" is also exquisite. In her previous life, Qin Ying read Ge Hong's "Legend of the Immortals", and there was an old man named "Li Babai" in it.

He patted his thigh, raised his eyebrows and said, "Where is eight hundred enough?" The two chatted heartily, and he poured the interesting stories of his year to Qin Ying.

Qin Ying's laughter was rather strange. But Ning Fengzi can poke her hidden laughter every time. The old and the young get along, and they are surprisingly relaxed and happy.

After saying more than an hour, they became ironclad New Year's friends.

And when Qin Xi learned that Ning Fengzi and Xiaomei had become close friends, his first reaction was to frown. In her opinion, Ning Fengzi's shortcomings can't be counted.

The first is that he is so old that he should not have a young face that leads people to commit crimes, and his beard is better than the current little white face.

Qin Xi was afraid that his little sister would stay with him for a long time and have feelings that were different from those of friends.

However, Ning Fengzi, as a dignified Wuyue real person, is not sure if he can take a fancy to Qin Ying, who has not dried up.

On the morning of the third day of October, as soon as the sun rose from the vast sea of clouds, Qin Ying dragged his sleepy body to the top of the old sky to meditate.

After about a moment, her eyelids began to fight, and her back shook a few times at the same time. This made her nearly roll off the top of the mountain.

"--You're picking up the wind?" Ning Fengzi walked over unconsciously and grabbed her shoulders.

"No, I'm watching the sun." After speaking, Qin Ying glared at the old and indecent Ning Fengzi, "You can only collect the essence of the sun for three days a month." Opportunities are precious, don't bother me. ”

Ning Fengzi followed Qin Ying's example, and sat with his legs crossed. He spoke slowly and said, "This is what you heard your sister say?" If so, enlightenment...... And it's not misleading. ”

"What do you mean?" Qin Ying was confused when she heard this.

He said to Qin Ying: "Don't deliberately pursue 'cultivation' and 'enlightenment'. There is no place for cultivation, and there is no place for enlightenment. There is a way to eat and a way to sleep.

"We do what we have to do. Plain and bland, go with the flow. Didn't Lao Tzu say in his 5,000 essays that 'man is the law of the earth, the earth is the law of the sky, the heaven is the law of the Tao, and the Tao is the law of nature'? ”

Qin Ying was stunned, and finally yawned: "I'm so sleepy, I'm going to make up for it......"

She understood only one thing from beginning to end - plain and bland, let it be. It is the Tao of nature advocated by Lao Tzu.

"That's right." Ning Fengzi smiled and watched her go down the mountain.

Some people rejoice, some people are sad. Qin Ying was happy to sleep until she woke up naturally every day, and when her sister saw her "lazy" appearance, she felt awkward.

One morning, Qin Ying, who was sleeping on the bed, was woken up by her sister.

It's getting colder, and it takes more courage to get up.

She leaned on the quilt for a while, propped one arm on the edge of the couch, and then slowly put on her apricot-colored coat.

Qin Xi walked into the wing room with a pottery bowl, and after watching her little sister finish her morning tea, she said:

"Recently, I have been by Mingli's side, and I haven't focused on you. I thought you would have taken care of yourself without me being on your radar. But now... Where do I put my trust? ”

She asked Qin Ying in a low voice, her eyes full of disappointment and sadness.

"Sister......" Qin Ying couldn't defend herself, she just called out mournfully.