The sun sets over the western mountains, and the afterglow of the slanting sun fills the long street.

Sitting at the head of the bridge, there were people sitting next to him yesterday, praising the sound of nature, and today the Yiren have gone, leaving lonely.

Yu Sheng came over with a pot of wine, sat on the stone bridge with the song, his legs hanging on the river, and saw fish swimming by.

The dog also followed, playing around for the rest of his life.

"An Uncle Li once said that I was born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone. Yu Sheng said as he poured his wine.

He handed the wine glass to Xingge, "Of course, I don't approve of the second half of the sentence. ”

Xingge took it and smiled, "Which Uncle Li said that he is so talented?"

Xingge came from the Central Plains, and with the sage making words, many saints emerged, leaving a lot of poetry art for the descendants of the Central Plains.

Xingge has been immersed in it since childhood, and often reads poems because of songs, which is still a bit of appreciation.

"It doesn't matter which Uncle Li said it, what he said is still very reasonable. "Drink with him for the rest of your life.

Yu Sheng pointed to the dog and said to Xingge, just like the dog, although it is ugly, it is born to make people retreat, isn't this its greatest use?

Unlike other dogs, they are good-looking, but they can't even bark, so people are silent when they steal their homes.

"Why did I hear you scolding me?" Xingge saw that the rest of his life used a dog to persuade himself, and he felt very uncomfortable.

The dog gave him a blank look, turned and gave him his buttocks, and went down the avenue to the weasel mound.

"Just to tell you a truth. Yu Sheng said, "What's wrong with singing badly, some people can't do it if they want to sing badly." ”

At the end of his life, he added, "I can't." ”

Xingge glanced at him, this person spoke so hatefully.

"There is a common misconception that singing is used to entertain people. Yu Sheng looked back at Xingge, "If you think the same, you will look down on yourself too much." ”

A true singer sings about himself, only to entertain himself, not to entertain others, only by singing himself can he become great.

"It's like a cook cooking, some people like salty, some people like sweet, and you can never get a satisfactory answer from others. ”

"So, why should singing be good? It should be ugly, it should make people cover their ears and scratch their hearts, and the more others are not allowed to sing, the more brave they must sing. ”

Yu Sheng stared at Xing Song seriously, "The way of heaven does not know how many, who can only get the Tao if it is beautiful, and it is okay to be unpleasant, and you have the most potential." ”

He looked at the mountains and forests to the east again, "At least in this world, there have been people who love to hear you sing, and for her, you should also sing." ”

Seeing that Xingge was pondering, Yu Sheng poured two more glasses of wine, and silently recited in his heart during the toast: "Young man, I dried this bowl of poisonous chicken soup." ”

Xing Song toasted, and then looked at the remnant sun on the river and didn't know what he was thinking.

For the rest of his life, he lay on the stone bridge with his head up, looking at the clear blue sky, and there was no sunset dyed red, only a bird flying by alone.

When I was a child, I often lay on the stone bridge for the rest of my life and looked at the sky, when the wind was in the forest and the birds were chirping, I fell asleep unconsciously, and I knew how many flowers fell in my dreams.

After staying for a moment, Yu Sheng stood up, left the wine, and went back to the inn alone.

At that time, the rest of his life was lonely, just because Lao Yu was too bored, as if he was carrying some deep hatred, and he was not a person who was easy to talk to.

Now it's different, I have a little aunt for the rest of my life, and I can indulge in jokes and joy in front of her.

In this life, the luckiest thing is to meet the person you want to meet among thousands of people, and accompany her to make the meaningless life meaningful.

Lao Yu is dull because the person who accompanied him was lost, right?

“... Lunon is thin, thin sweat and light clothes...... Leaning on the door and looking back, he sniffed the green plums. ”

When Yu Sheng walked to the door of the inn, there was a song behind him, forcing Yu Sheng to take a quick step and jump into the inn.

Bai Xingxing covered his ears and gave a thumbs up to the rest of his life, "Gao, the shopkeeper, after your persuasion, not only did he sing, but it was even more difficult to hear." ”

Yu Sheng sighed, "In order to prevent the demon beast from going down the mountain, bear with it." ”

As soon as the weasel and the dog reached the stone bridge, a song suddenly sounded, and the frightened weasel almost fell into the river.

"Your uncle. The weasel, who wanted to ask what he didn't look like, hurriedly took a detour, but in front of this song, he really didn't have the courage to be arrogant.

Entering the inn and seeing Yu Sheng, the weasel said: "Shopkeeper Yu, Gao, this song sounded at the door, and the demon beast didn't dare to come." ”

This is the only consolation, otherwise this song will ring in my ears all day long, and I will not be able to resist the song for the rest of my life.

I don't know how the villagers endured it, maybe in the face of survival, this heart-wrenching noise naturally became pleasant music.

"It's not been peaceful in the mountains and forests lately. The weasel said again.

"What's wrong?" asked Yusheng about it.

"There are a lot of powerful demon beasts, and the mountains and forests outside are constantly fighting all day long. The weasel said.

He also told the rest of his life that he always felt that there was something unknown around the mound that was eyeing the whole weasel pack.

"My brother is rarely so worried about his back like that. The weasel said.

His brother was driven insane. He didn't speak for the rest of his life, he knew that his eyes were not tigers, but ghostly eyes.

With the addition of Donnie Yen, now Bai Gu with the four ghosts of Linggui and Feng'er, wandering around the mound all day long, preparing to make a move on the weasel and his brother Huang Xian'er.

The ghosts were voluntary, and they also thought about helping for the rest of their lives, but they were rejected by the white bones.

The weasel said: "Let the dog go to the mound less in the future, my brother won't even give me face now." ”

As if it had been said, if it weren't for Aunt Qing at the inn behind the dog, Huang Xian'er would have stewed the dog in soup.

But now he didn't dare to drink the soup, because whenever he saw water, there was always a skeleton at the bottom of the bowl with its mouth open to say something to him.

Although he couldn't hear it, the strange light in the hole of the skull's eye made him understand that it was not a good word.

This made Huang Xian'er only dare to drink with her eyes closed when she drank water.

Speaking of water, Ye Zigao walked in with a bucket of water, "Shopkeeper, I suspect that the three-legged turtle in the water wants to climb out." ”

When the leaves were high and fetching water, they heard a "poof" sound in the well again, thinking that the three-legged turtle had fallen back into the well again.

"Is this three-legged turtle the ancestor of the three-legged turtle? Yu Sheng said.

This three-legged turtle is so weak that it can't climb up a well, and that one can take off and make a forced landing.

"Have you ever seen someone who misidentified their ancestors?" said Bai happily, and they walked together to the well in the backyard.

Yu Sheng looked down at the well, it was dark, but he could see the light of the wellhead refracted by the well water.

"Let me see. The weasel was lying on the edge of the well and looked down, "Hey, there's a turtle." ”

The rest of his life pushed it away, "Where is it, why can't I see?"

"In the shadows, you're not a weasel, of course you can't see it. The weasel said triumphantly and poked out again.

"Does it have three legs?" asked Yu Sheng.

Blocked by the turtle's back, the weasel couldn't see, "Hey, this turtle's back is so strange." ”

"What's wrong?" said Yu Sheng.

"The tortoise shell is red, and the lines on the turtle's back are cyan, like a picture, and like a word, I don't know it. The weasel said.

Then the weasel was shocked again, and saw a slight light under the turtle's back.

Yu Sheng asked: "What words, you can compare them." ”

The weasel's clumsy gesture, and after patiently reading it for the rest of his life, he blurted out, "Turtle word." ”

Then he wondered again, because the word "turtle" is different from the word turtle written in the great wilderness now, this character is more complicated, more varied, and more difficult to recognize.

Putting the two together, it's hard to associate them into one word.

I've never seen it for the rest of my life, but for some reason, I recognize it at a glance.