The night breeze is cool, the mountain fog is deep, and the narrow mountain road zigzags into the depths, and the road is paved with a faint layer of moonlight. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Zhang Qianlan followed the sound of the flute all the way forward, her thin body shuttled through the vines and roses, and the black shadows of the forest, and gradually saw a deep pool, the cold fog on the pond floated and fell, and the looming flute seemed to gradually weaken.

There was a faint light in the middle of the pool, and she reached out and rubbed her eyes, and saw a young man sitting by the water. The young man was dressed in moon-white clothes, half immersed in the water, half spread on the edge of the stone platform, his long hair was dyed like ink, and the wisps were submerged into the water along his waist, and he held in his hand a lotus flower like ice and snow, like a holy snow lotus, and like a shining ghost fire.

"Who are you?" Zhang Qianlan said, "Are you playing the flute?" ”

The boy smiled at her and nodded again, as if to call her over. In front of her is a deep pool of water, the thick osmanthus tree slanted out, pressed down, a little osmanthus and fallen leaves float on the water, waving subtle ripples, the young man sat on the opposite shore, under the osmanthus tree.

Zhang Qianlan opened her legs and walked towards the young man step by step, her feet reaching into the sparkling water, stepping forward step by step. The water was getting higher and higher, gradually reaching her knees, but there was no cold touch, and she looked at the young man in front of her, who was still smiling softly, encouraging her to move forward, and she took a step without fear and continued to move on.

The body gradually sank into the water, and the swaying pool of water did not cover her waist, chest, chin, and finally lips, nose, and eyes, and gradually completely covered the top of her head. She saw the slightly swaying water gradually getting higher, and saw the floating grass and swaying osmanthus above her head, and she walked in the water, breathing steadily, like a dream. When she came all the way to the young man, her clothes were not stained with a drop of water.

"Who are you?" She asked again.

The young man was still smiling, his body seemed to be transparent, swaying with the light of the water, and the lotus flower in his hand glowed with a cold light. She stretched out her hand and groped for the edge of the stone platform, and saw that the young man's body was wrapped around chains, and the chains were wrapped around the stone platform, and countless yellow charms were pasted with them. She tore the spell open one by one, and countless heart-rending sounds began to sound in her ears, like a ghost crying wolf, piercing from the ground, the air, and the water, causing her brain to explode in an instant. The chains began to shake violently, and she took two steps back, suddenly feeling her feet begin to collapse, and her body jerked back.

Then, a pair of cold hands hugged her, and she opened her eyes and saw the young man's face clearly, like a finely carved jade figure, as if he had come out of a painting, with unusual pupils, with a faint purple. She exclaimed, but the young man blindfolded her and said lightly, "Sleep." And she fell into a deep slumber.

That night, Master Tang died suddenly, when Zhang Qianlan woke up on the bed in the house, the family had already begun to cry and mourn, preparing for the funeral, everything was so heavy and sad, everything was so orderly, the small scratches on the arm when crossing the mountains and forests last night had become smooth and delicate, and she couldn't see any wounds, she seemed to have just slept on the stone steps and had a dream. She knelt in front of the mourning hall with her mother, listening to the prayers of the wizard and the Taoist chief over and over again, and the whole person was in a trance, still feeling confused.

"Mother, what's wrong with my grandfather?"

"He left us and went to a distant place." Tang knelt in front of the mourning hall and caressed her, his eyes were gentle and sad, like the continuous raindrops outside the window in the rainy season, "Maybe it is where the Bodhisattva lives, and when he sees the Bodhisattva, he will not come back." ”

"Then what does the Bodhisattva look like, and where does he live?"

"No one has seen it, but when my mother was a child, I heard that Guanyin Bodhisattva lived in the South China Sea, in the purple bamboo forest."

She nodded, not asking again. I just took advantage of no one's attention and went to the forest again, but I couldn't find the deep pool anymore anyway.

After the funeral, her mother took her out of Liuzhou and returned to Luoyang, where life continued as usual, and this old event was gradually forgotten. In the blink of an eye, the third miss of the Zhang family grew up, and became more and more exquisitely beautiful, and others said that the third miss of the Zhang family was like a fairy who had fallen into the world, quiet and gentle, innocent and kind. She often likes to go boating, or take off her embroidered shoes on the shore, gently stretch her white legs into the water, close her eyes and smile at the corners of her mouth.

Others only said that she was delicate and beautiful, like a fairy in the water, but they didn't know that when she closed her eyes, what she was thinking about was the boy back then.

She never doubted the truth of that experience, sometimes she looked at the deep river, and vaguely wanted to go down, maybe when she gradually sank to the bottom, she could still see the swaying water, the heavy osmanthus trees slanting out horizontally, the falling flowers and leaves floating on the water, and the boy who seemed to come out of the painting.

Suddenly there were cold droplets of water on her body, and she opened her eyes to see a little boy splashing water on her, it was the child of a distant relative of the Zhang family, named Zhang You, who happened to be living in her house temporarily. Zhang Qianlan smiled: "What are you doing?" The boy said, "What are you playing?" Zhang Qianlan smiled slightly, beckoned, and said, "Come here, I'll tell you a story." Then the boy came and sat down beside her, beside her.

She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, telling the story that had been hidden deep in her heart. She said as if she had returned to that day, deep, mysterious, dreamlike. The young child believed in the strange story the most, and after hearing it, the boy looked at the bottom of the deep river and said, "You say, when you walk into the water, you can see lotus flowers made of ice and snow, like people like paintings?" ”

Zhang Qianlan was immersed in her own story and muttered: "I saw it, no one believed it, I really saw it." When I walked into the water, I saw a delicate and beautiful scene that was not even in the painting. The boy's dark eyes looked thoughtfully at the water, and he did not speak for a long time.

Three days later, the old man of the Zhang family took his wife and children to swim in the lake together, accompanied by Zhang Shifang, a distant relative who was visiting relatives, and the group visited the lake and mountains, talking and laughing on the way, and the atmosphere was harmonious and harmonious. Here, Master Zhang explained the story of Luoyang's landscape to Zhang Shifang, and said in his spare time: "Our relatives, no matter how far or near, if we don't walk around often, the relationship will be estranged." If you come as often as you do, I will be glad from the bottom of my heart. ”

Tang heard what the old man said, and also echoed: "It's this reason, not to mention the special trip to visit or anything, just pass by this Luoyang City on weekdays, and come to our house to live for a few days, don't be afraid of any trouble, it's better to treat it as your own home." That Zhang Shifang also smiled: "The hospitality and warmth of the old lady, I really understand and know it." I used to think that you are a big family, and it is not good to come to disturb, but today when I see the master say this, I have no worries. With that, both sides laughed.

And Zhang Qianlan sat alone on the bow of the boat, vaguely knowing what the relatives behind her were saying, she didn't care about it completely, she hummed Yaoqu by herself, her eyes were still gentle and soft, looking at a lake and intoxicated. Suddenly, there was a violent force behind her, and she exclaimed, and before she could call for help, she instantly fell into the water. The person who pushed her was Zhang Shifang, she lied that she wanted to take some melons and fruits to eat, taking advantage of the gap when everyone was not paying attention, she quietly came behind Zhang Qianlan and pushed her into the water, Zhang Shifang began to laugh crazy after making a move, shouting while laughing: "You paid for my son's life, you paid for my son's life." The gaze was hideous, with infinite grief and hatred.

"You...... Why do you ......" Master Zhang was so frightened that he couldn't speak, and he was so frightened that he almost fell, and hurriedly ran towards the bow of the boat, shouting: "Qianlan! Qianlan! And Tang was so frightened that he couldn't make a sound.

It turned out that after hearing Zhang Qianlan tell the story of the old house that day, the little boy believed that it was true, and one day when he really walked into the water, his mother couldn't save him, and the child died for a dreamlike story. His mother Zhang Youfang was hated because of this, and she was determined to pay for Zhang Qianlan's life. She was heartbroken for the loss of her son, and she was almost a little crazy, and when she saw Zhang Qianlan fall into the water, she stood on the bow of the boat and looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

The hull of the boat continued to shake because of the huge movement when Fang just pushed, and because everyone was in a hurry to run after panicking, the shaking was even more violent, the boatman loudly advised everyone to settle down, and the panicked Zhang family was only worried about Zhang Qianlan's drowning, where could they take care of it? Seeing that the boat was shaking more and more, Zhang Youfang's feet were unstable, and he actually fell into the water after him. By the time Master Zhang and the others picked up the two in a panic, Zhang Youfang had already lost his breath, and Zhang Qianlan only had the last trace of breath left.

"What kind of evil have we done?" Master Zhang looked at the two people lying flat on the ground, and his heart was full of grief, but he could only beat his chest and pause, looking up to the sky and sighing.

Zhang Shifang had already closed her eyes, her body was cold, her whole face was soaked with water and a little white, and there was a strange and stiff smile on her lips, like her madness and grievances before falling into the water. Zhang Qianlan was lying side by side with her on the ground by the lake, already breathless, wearing a turquoise dress, like aquatic plants growing in the water when soaked, slippery and cold. Tang Shi hugged his only daughter, felt the faint breath and cold body of the person in his hand, his face turned pale with fright, and he cried like tears, "Daughter, my daughter ......"

Under the blue sky and white clouds, no one responded to her cry.

(To be continued.) )