A back, a smooth head, a gray Zen robe, and a thin shaved shoulder. The whole body is weak, as if it is overwhelming the breeze, but he kneels straight in front of the Buddha. The slender jade fingers pinched a string of ebony prayer beads, and the small beads collided softly, accompanied by the Sanskrit sound in her mouth, slowly flowing in the silence of the room.

Rich and lead is soaked in a lifetime, but she is still as fresh as the morning breeze in the mountains.

Qin Nanxi finally affirmed that the back in front of him must be Mr. Su's "An'er", this dusty shadow seems to be a shocking branch, if the light clouds come out, the world is afraid that it will be difficult to have a double. Such a person can enter his heart just by looking at her back, not to mention that they once held hands and loved each other and promised a lifetime. If you don't accept people, you have to bear the pain of love and separation. However, for the sake of such a woman, Mr. Su's willingness is not bizarre.

"If someone is in the mountains, he will be taken by Xue Lixi.

is both embarrassed and smiling, Zi Muyu is good at smiling. ”

finally understood Mr. Su's Chu song, singing night after night. However, across thousands of mountains and rivers and many years, "An'er" may understand his longing and sorrow? And does he really understand her helplessness and helplessness?

"Master Jinghe, Master Qin is here." The nun behind her interrupted Qin Nanxi's infatuated concentration, and also interrupted the Sanskrit sound of Jing He's lips.

Pulling the ebony rosary into his sleeve, Jing He calmly got up and turned around, and humbly folded to greet each other. Her slightly drooping eyebrows and eyes are still as beautiful and picturesque as when they first saw Yunze City, calm and calm.

Qin Nan replied respectfully, and her slightly trembling fingertips exposed the confusion in her heart.

Jing He's quiet and tranquil gaze fell on Qin Nanxi's fingertips, and the corners of his lips flashed with a gentle smile like a breeze. She turned her head and whispered to the middle-aged nun to serve tea, and then personally led Qin Nanxi to the Dongnuan Pavilion to sit down.

A small warm pavilion is rippling with a warm aroma. The breath of Shen Shui Ning and An Tian echoes between the couches, desks, pavilions and shelves carefully carved from the logs, and the indescribable room is simple and elegant.

"Layman, please be seated." Jing and Yan gave way. personally poured a cup of tea with a pot and held it in front of Qin Nanxi.

After thanking him, Qin Nanxi took the stoneware teacup with both hands, and said respectfully: "The younger generation has lost his manners, please forgive me Jingheshi." ”

Jinghe shook his head and smiled, his quiet eyes were like a gentle hand, gently brushing Qin Nanxi's heart.

"The younger generation originally wanted to come to visit Jinghe Shi as soon as possible, but there were always miscellaneous things to disturb. Yesterday, Xueji, who wanted to come to disturb him, didn't want to be late, Master Deding passed down the word and ordered the nunnery to avoid it. The juniors had to bump into it today, and they still disturbed a few. Qin Nanxi said, carefully looking at Jing He's slightly drooping eyebrows.

I saw her soft white fingers firmly pinching the stoneware tea cup, the green tea soup in the cup was as calm as her expression, a few fine foams clustered together on the wall of the cup, folding the sky light outside the wooden window, it looked more and more bright and lovely.

"The layman doesn't need to be polite, Jing and Yuan also have the heart to visit, but they can't fulfill their wishes. Today's arrival of lay people has also fulfilled each other's wishes. I go or you come, so why bother? Jinghe said, raising his eyebrows and smiling.

Within a stone's throw, Qin Nanxi discovered that her beautiful face had also been stained with the wind and frost of the years. A line of extremely fine lines quietly lay on the corners of her lips. It seems to be the sadness of the years, sleeping quietly beside the memory. Without moving, there is not a trace. However, if the corners of the lips are hooked, but there is a trace of joy in the smile like the old years, the sadness is like this fine line, clearly engraved on her beautiful face, which cannot be concealed.

Qin Nanxi suddenly softened his heart, and couldn't bear to mention the old things anymore, but he listened to Jinghe and said: "Although Jinghe is in the empty gate, he has been in the north for many years after all, and he can't bear to see the fathers and elders there being poisoned by the war. Those gold and jade utensils given from the inside, in a quiet place, are just an inappropriate ornament, if they are exchanged for silver money, they can change a steamed cake for the struggling fathers and elders there, and the merit is also great. ”

Qin Nanxi was slightly surprised, she thought that she was as quiet as a pond and had completely cut off the edge of the dust. Love and hate are entangled, and the grievances of the family and country have been dispersed with the wind. Unexpectedly, the chaos in northern Xinjiang still aroused her thoughts. It turned out that after thirty years, she still fell in love with her father in the enemy land. It turned out that she was in the empty door, but her heart was still tied to the red dust.

The human heart is the most wonderful thing in the world. can ruthlessly cut off his feelings, and he does not hesitate to hurt the person who loves him, but he can't let go of those people who are distant and irrelevant, and they don't even know their names.

Which is nearer and farther? Who is closer? Quietly staring at the eyes that fell out of the window, looking at the sincerity and concern in that gaze. Qin Nanxi suddenly felt a slight chill in her heart, and remembered her father. Isn't he? did not hesitate to bear the infamy of betraying the Lord, and even did not hesitate to give up his beloved wife and young her. The same is done by those fathers and elders of the world who don't even know their names......

Princess Changyi and her father. Respectful? Qin Nanxi deeply respects them. The heartache and sadness that can be abandoned are like a nightmare, lying on her back all the time, and she will never go.

Putting down the pottery cup in his hand, Qin Nanxi quietly took out an object from his sleeve, put it in the palm of his hand, looked at Jinghe and said: "These pearls and jades, if they are in ordinary people, they are just pearls, but in Jinghe's place, they can be incarnated into compassion, and they are indeed immeasurably meritorious." It's like this knife, which is just a cold weapon to ordinary people, but it is a warm thought to the adoptive father of the younger generation. With that, Qin Nanxi gently put the "Ice Spirit" on the table.

The moment he looked at the knife, his quiet eyelashes were like reeds blown by the morning breeze, and they flickered invisibly, causing a faint ripple under his eyes. Immediately, she turned her gaze, but she was calm and indifferent, she was quiet Qin Nanxi, she knew that she had a purpose here.

Qin Nanxi understood, and simply said bluntly: "Please forgive me Jingheshi, although this knife was obtained by the younger generation by chance, but the younger generation has already seen the pattern of this knife." The first adoptive father, Mr. Su Changqing, has a portrait of a treasured life, and the woman on the painting is wearing this knife. ”

Jing He smiled indifferently and said calmly: "This is indeed a gift from Mr. Lu when he was in the Beidi Palace. The name of this knife is 'Ice Spirit', which means 'Water Soul Ice Spirit, one thing and two illusions, current affairs are different, and its goodness is not different'. Later, I gave this knife to my old friend, Mr. Changqing. It's just that I want to persuade him, but I am obsessed, so that I can cherish it. I didn't think that after all these years, I would be able to meet this knife again. ”

Jinghe said, raising her hand to take the "ice spirit" in front of her, her words were shallow, her expression was calm, as if the past many years ago was really like her understatement - he was just her "old friend", she gave him this knife and portrait, just to persuade him to break his obsession and cherish it. It's just that the moment that slender fingertips touched the "Ice Spirit", a trace of extremely shallow but painful sadness flashed in her eyes......

Qin Nanxi stared at her for a moment, and continued: "Mr. Su handed over this knife and that portrait to Brother Su Xu on his deathbed. Unexpectedly, due to fate, now, the portrait and this knife are in the hands of the younger generation, if the quiet teacher has a heart, the younger generation should return the two things, and the things will be returned to the original owner. Presumably, Mr. Su is aware of the situation and must be pleased. ”

After hearing this, he suddenly raised his head and said, "You said that the portrait is in your hand?" ”

Although Qin Nanxi felt surprised, he only nodded and acknowledged.

The shock in Jingruo's eyes was like ripples for a moment, and she smiled and shook her head: "That was more than twenty years ago, and at that time, I was only twenty years old. Time is ruthless, and seeing the portrait of that time again will only add to the sadness, and it will not be seen in vain! ”

Qin Nan smiled suddenly, the beauty is twilight, natural and natural, she has been transparent like this, she refuses to see the old things again, naturally she is not afraid of seeing her haggard face, she can't bear to think about the love and infatuation of the year......

Since she was not unintentional, she should also let her know that Mr. Su was thinking about it all his life. Qin Nanxi pursed her lips and continued: "If the younger generation knows that he is destined to meet Master Jinghe in this life, he really shouldn't burn the relics left by Mr. Su to Brother Xu. Now I can only relayed Mr.'s admiration for Master Jinghe. ”

"Burning offerings? You mean...... Say Su, Su Xu, ...... him? To Qin Nanxi's surprise, Jinghe's first concern turned out to be Su Xu.

Nodding sadly, Qin Nanxi narrated Su Xu's death, but deliberately concealed the section where she resisted the decree and escaped to find it, but finally learned Su Xu's whereabouts with the help of Situ Yi.

"Hey......" listened quietly, sighed melancholy, and the slightly stiff body softened as if relieved. She paused for a moment before adding, "That's a miserable child...... too."

Qin Nanxi was in tears, and just wanted to speak, but was truncated by Jinghe: "The layman just said that Mr. Changqing left a dance book?" ”

Nodding, Qin Nanxi wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and responded: "Yes, in the preface to the dance score, Jinghe Master was also mentioned." The human figure painted in the score is the same as in the portrait of Jingheshi, except that the clothes on the body are Confucian skirts and shawls. ”

Jinghe sighed slightly and asked in a low voice, "What did you say in the preface?" ”

Qin Nanxi replied truthfully: "There are only four words 'Nian Wu An'er', and the rest are the lyrics of Chu Ge's "Mountain Ghost". ”

The corners of Jing He's lips were softly hooked, and a pair of water-cut eyes quietly flashed with a faint sweetness: "That tune was composed by Mr. Changqing, using the ancient tune of Chudi, with new sounds. Because of the mournful melody, I jokingly said that it was a ghost song of "Mountain Ghost", and he reconciled the tune with the old words, and it became the new song. ”

Qin Nanxi was also dyed by the tenderness in her eyes, and asked lightly: "The woman in the dance score is Jingheshi, right?" Come to think of it, if that dance jumps, it will be like a shock. ”

Jinghe was like a sleeping baby who was suddenly awakened, and his shocked expression instantly regained his composure, and he was silent for a moment, and said, "That's a song and dance." Although the dance steps are not as impressive, they are also very rhythmic and beautiful. ”