Duanmu Ci held the letter in his hand and sat in front of the window all night.

He looked at the moon for a long time.

Those cloudy past events were scattered with the wind, turning into dust and scattered in the pen and ink of historians and poets. The past cannot be traced, only this bright moon can be witnessed.

Duanmuci remembered that he once had a friend who liked the moon very much, and his favorite thing to do was to take a pot of wine, sit in front of the window, among the flowers, and on the cliff, and watch the moon quietly. Occasionally, he would chant a poem, and when he was drunk, he would write casually on the paper, and the handwriting was messy, but it could be spread all over Luoyang the next day, and the literati vied with each other to copy it, and the famous actors played and sang it in the hook column.

That's such a wonderful person, Duanmu Ci often thinks of him. I remember that once again they were drinking on the shore of the East China Sea, sitting on a cliff, in front of them the dark sky and the sea, as if they were covered in a black veil, only a silver moon scattered clear light on the bottom of the sea, like a still shadow.

He was so happy that he staggered to his feet with a wine jug, and then chanted loudly to Mingyue, "Heavenly Bai Yujing, Twelve Cities on the Fifth Floor." The immortals caressed my top, and my hair was immortalized. "The sea breeze blew on him in the night, and blew his white garment tumbling as if it were about to fly away.

Duanmu Ci was also drunk, laughed when he saw this, and reached out to grab his clothes, "Does my brother want to become an immortal?" Very good, very good! Share immortality with me. ”

He also laughed, threw the flask into the waves under the cliff, and raised his head to the sky and shouted, "Go to rest, go to rest!" Bai Yujing, I'll come too! As he spoke, he laughed and jumped off the cliff and into the vast blue waters of the East China Sea.

Duanmu Ci also stood up and laughed loudly at the bottom of the cliff, "Brother wants to go to Bai Yujing, how dare Ci not obey?" As he spoke, he threw the flask and jumped down.

Two drunken people jumped off a cliff into the sea with a foggy mind, wanting to go to Baiyujing and ascend. Fortunately, the cold waters of the East China Sea woke them up, otherwise they would have really soared......

The man was a landlubber, and Duanmuci swam over to support him...... I didn't catch the moon, but I caught a poet.

After they went ashore. They looked at each other's clothes and hair, looked at each other for a long time, and then laughed in unison. Then they borrowed a small boat from a nearby fisherman's house and took a night boat ride in the East China Sea. Facing the vastness of the world, he came to Shixing again, and chanted loudly, "Haike talks about Yingzhou, and the smoke and waves are faint and hard to find." The Yue people speak to the heavens. The clouds may be visible. The rooftop is 18,000 zhang, and it wants to fall southeast. I want to dream of Wu Yue, and fly to the mirror lake and moon in one night. …… The same is true of the pleasures of the world, and everything has flowed in vain since ancient times. When will you return? And put the white deer between the green cliffs. You have to ride to visit the famous mountain. An Neng broke his eyebrows and bent his waist to deal with the powerful, which made me unhappy. ”

Duanmu Ci buckled on the side and reconciled, and sighed, "The same is true of the world's pleasures, and everything has flowed in vain since ancient times." That's true! ”

"When others listen to my poem, they all like 'An Neng breaks his eyebrows and bends his waist to do things for the powerful.'" makes me unhappy', why does the brother who gave it only like "everything has flowed in vain since ancient times"? Could it be that the brother of Fei Ci passed by? ”

"Hahahaha-the parents of the one who gave birth to me, and the one who knows me is too white brother!"

"The reward has been given, come, 'the ancient sages are all lonely, only the drinker leaves his name'. You and I drink together, drink together! ”

"Good! Brother Taibai, hurry up and fill it up for me, we are above this East China Sea, and we won't return if we don't get drunk! ”

"Haha, give it a lot of face! Even when I, Li Bai, was in the Daming Palace, how could I have poured wine by myself? The Son of Heaven is spoonful. The concubine holds the inkstone, and the wrestler takes off his boots, how chic? I don't want to face Brother Zhi today but I have to pour wine for others, wonderful. It's wonderful! ”

"Brother Taibai, don't say more, hurry up and fill up, wait for the night, we will go back to Chang'an tomorrow. Last year, a Persian merchant promised me to bring me the best grapes from their hometown this year! It's almost the end of the day, and when we go back to Chang'an, we'll drink again! ”

"Good. Go back to Chang'an, go back to Chang'an to drink! ”

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Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year? Life has been infinite for generations, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year. I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

Duanmu has lived for so long and experienced so many people and things, some of which he can't even remember clearly, just like he can't remember whether he set up an altar to borrow the east wind when he was in Chibi, Luo Guanzhong's kid wrote it too really, making his memory a little blurred.

There are many things that will not be recorded in the history books, because those things are too small, too small to be recorded in the history books by historians, just like the history books will not record that he once drank with Li Bai on the cliff in the East China Sea, and a generation of poets and immortals almost really became "immortals". But those things are important, so we need a witness. No one is qualified to have the ability to witness the story of an immortal, only the moon can, and only the moon can do it.

It doesn't matter if the country changes, the characters change, because the bright moon will not change, from the first time Duanmu Ci saw it, it was like that, it has never changed. Sometimes Duanmu Ci even thinks that the bright moon was born for him, and they are born friends.

There are many things that cannot be told to anyone, but they can be told to the moon, because the moon knows everything. It's as if it knew that these ancient schools still existed on the earth, not as mortals thought they were long gone.

Duanmu Ci sat there, thinking, watching, the moon gradually disappeared, and the east began to faint.

When Bu Tongxun pushed open the door, he found that Duanmu Ci was still sitting on the edge of the bed, motionless, and his posture was exactly the same as when she closed the door and left last night.

He sat here all night.

As soon as Bu Tongxun wanted to say something, Duanmu Ci turned back to her and said, "Come here, look at this letter, look at the envelope of this letter, how well it is drawn." A sword stuck in the ground shows that they don't like war. But his hand was on the sword again, indicating that when he needed it, he could draw the sword at any time and level out what he needed, this is the Mo family, just like what they did in the Song Kingdom back then. ”

"The Mo family?" Bu Tong Xun didn't know why, "Which family is the Mo family?" I've never heard of it! Are they strong? ”

"Powerful? Of course they're strong. Duanmu Ci smiled slightly, "You also know that our Duanmu family is a very old family, but they are as old as us, and even more famous than us, they are truly famous in history." ”

"So powerful?" Hitomi's eyes widened.

"Of course they are powerful, they supported an empire with their own hands, and buried it with their own hands, how many people can have such a boldness?"

Bu Tong smoked and stopped.

Duanmu Ci looked at her and smiled lightly, "But it's not a big deal, it's just that some old friends heard about me and wanted to have a drink with me, so it's okay." (To be continued.) )

PS: I forgot to take the card when I withdrew the money...... Crying to death