He stood on the mountain, and it seemed to be connected to the mountain, and it was a little higher than the mountain. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The cold wind blew his white hair, and the pale color drifted with the wind to the deepest part of his soul, the corner where he didn't know if it ever existed.

There is also the smell of grass, trees and earth in the wind, which belongs to the purity of nature and the clarity and tranquility of the mind.

He rode down the wind to the shore of the lake, standing beside her as she sits.

"Brother Master, in the past, was there such a mountain and a lake here?" Xiao Qi asked Li Yuchen, "Xiao Qi thinks that's the case." ”

"The mountains are on the shore of the lake, and there are mountains on the shore of the lake." Li Yuchen smiled.

There were small raindrops falling from the sky, and they only fell on the lake, but the fog that dispersed covered the whole lake.

The hazy light bloomed like flowers in the mist, and the mellow light fragrance spread in all directions, spreading over the growing grass to the mountains where the natural breeze blew.

There is a white mist on the surface of the lake, but the water of the lake reflects the mountains, as if the mountains have always been in the lake.

There were two people in the lake, like reflections.

The two people in the lake are like phantoms.

"Brother, what does the lake water taste like?"

"It's not bitter."

"Why isn't it bitter?"

"I remembered someone."

"Who did my brother remember?"

"Bitter." Li Yuchen said, "The bitterness of a bitter child is the bitterness of not suffering." ”

Xiao Qi nodded, and then shook his head: "It's not bitter, isn't it still bitter?" ”

"What is not bitter is indeed bitter."

Xiao Qi let out an "oh" and didn't say anything more.

She looked up and looked through the light smoke to the bright sky.

Maybe it's because the sun is too dazzling, or maybe it's the shallow happiness in her heart that makes her like to squint and enjoy it, in this most peaceful and peaceful time, by his side.

There is a lake in the sky, and there is a mountain in the lake.

"Master, I want to go to heaven."

"Then go ahead."

Xiao Qi didn't have time to say anything more, but he felt a soft force rise from the soles of his feet, and his body continued to grow taller, and soon appeared in the sky.

Looking at the ground from above, the lake is still there, and the mountains are still on the lakeside.

The lake has become smaller, and the mountains are still so high that they can't be seen at the top.

Xiao Qi looked at the lake and the mountain.

She felt that the mountains and the lake were different.

Mountains and lakes seem to be similar.

Mountains are mountains.

A lake is a lake.

"Xiao Qi wants to take a look at the mountain." Xiao Qi said, "It's to go to the top of the mountain." ”

As she wished, the power of gentleness brought her closer to the mountain.

Very close distances, as if far away, long in a very short period of time, seem to be interspersed with immeasurable time.

Eventually, she made it to the mountains.

He was already standing on the mountain, as if he had just arrived, and as if he had been there all along.

"Master, brother." She shouted.

He turned around and smiled at her, still gentle.

Standing on the top of the mountain, unlike flying in the air, there is a sense of steadiness, but also a feeling of autonomy.

You can stand, you can sit, or you can lie down.

The scenery is still the same scenery, the empty sight continues to the distance that cannot be seen clearly, obscured by the smoke with or without it, hazy, and unclear.

"The top of the mountain, it doesn't seem to be anything!"

"There is sand, there is stone, there is grass...... There will also be a lot of things, such as memories. ”

"The mountains in my memory are still mountains, similar to the mountains over there."

"Every mountain is pretty much the same."

"Sometimes it's a lot worse."

"Because of the heart."

"Because of the heart?"

"Hmm."

He touched his chest, which was blocked by clothes, by flesh, and by many things.

She watched as he touched his chest, feeling like he was trying to grab something.

He has no heart, or no heart.

When the mind is absent, it is not absent, but it is not in the body.

Where his hand touched, in the depths, empty.

She just looked at him like that, but she always felt distressed.

Time became quiet, except for the occasional scattered wind, the heavens and the earth seemed to fall into a state of sleep, and the soft feeling was quiet.

A bamboo flute appeared in his hand.

He touched the bamboo flute, and then blew it gently.

There is no special way to blow, and the fingers are very casual, and there are some muffled sounds when they pause intermittently on the seven holes.

It's light, it's shallow.

It's very light and soft.

The not-so-melodious flute sound goes back and forth on the top of the mountain, as if it is confined in a small range, and the curling notes reveal the long years of time.

It seems like a long time, and it is indeed a long time.

The voice of a long time ago, now heard, can be remembered or vaguely remembered what had happened.

"It's a good sound, and it's familiar." Xiao Qi said softly, frowning his good-looking eyebrows, "I just forgot where I heard it." ”

"In dreams, in reality." Li Yuchen said.

Is it a dream voice or a real voice? Xiao Qi thought silently, but did not come up with a definite answer.

Perhaps, both in a dream and in reality.

Perhaps, it doesn't matter where you are, as long as you can hear such a soft voice, you have everything.

The happy time may really have the word "fast", as if it was only a short time, but most of the day passed quietly at once.

When the sun reached the west, the light became soft and no longer dazzling.

"Peaceful time, no extreme brilliance, no miserable dreams, simple." Li Yuchen said softly.

"That's good." Xiao Qi nodded, "However, it seems that something is missing, and I always feel that it is not complete enough." ”

It really seems like something is wrong, because such words are too abrupt, and when things don't start, they are already summing up.

Time is always long.

Some feelings are always after the experience, and only after experiencing many things can the feelings be called feelings, and there is a need to feel them.

Xiao Qi felt that this statement was right, and he knew what kind of words he should follow later, but that would be very boring.

We are accustomed to calmness, but life always needs some unrest.

"Incomplete, incomplete." Li Yuchen's calm smile was tinged with a hint of bitterness, "It's not complete in the first place." ”

Xiao Qi didn't understand, it seemed that there was a lot of things missing in his head.

It seems to be less, maybe not at all, but it feels like it should be.

"In the past, at night on the mountain, there was a night sky, and if you gently stretched out your hand, you could touch the stars."

"Now, those stars are gone, and they won't be for a long time."

"There are only a few lonely stars, and there are only a few people."

"In the future, maybe it's just a luxury."

Xiao Qi listened carefully, and some hazy fragments surfaced in his mind, and the fragments that could not be connected kept flickering, disturbing his thoughts.

I should think about something, but there are so few things that I can think of, and nothing is real.

She looked down the hill, and there was a lake in her eyes that she shouldn't be in sight.

In the lake, there is a starry sky, and the beautiful stars are shining bright and pure.

"Brother Master, let's go down, look at the lake, and look at the starry sky."