"It's not far away, I feel that today is but yesterday is not."

"What?" Xu Zhefeng listened to the voice beside him and was slightly stunned.

He was looking at the sky. It was raining, so, he was watching the rain.

"Xie Xiaoman once chanted a poem, which is very long, but I like this sentence very much."

Chu Qingfeng pushed himself to the window, kept the same direction as Xu Zhefeng, and looked out.

Xu Zhefeng suddenly realized something, and hurriedly reached out to close the window.

"You don't have to." Chu Qingfeng smiled and shook his head.

Xu Zhefeng obviously hesitated: "The wind is too cold, I'm afraid your body can't stand it." ”

In order to see the sky, Xu Zhefeng left the window ajar. The cold wind of the night almost blew in, blowing his thin shirt violently and swaying violently.

Chu Qingfeng looked at him with a smile and shook his head again.

Xu Zhefeng no longer insisted, withdrew his hands again, looked out the window, and his mind was hovering with the poem that Chu Qingfeng said before, slightly stunned.

The cold rain is occasionally blown in by the wind and falls on the face like a lap, and it is cold.

Feel that today is and yesterday is not......

Xu Zhefeng repeated this sentence in his heart, although he didn't fully understand, he seemed to vaguely understand something, so the whole person became more and more confused, and even with his eyes looking at the night, he was shrouded in layers of thin fog, and he became in a trance.

These days, he is helping out in Chu Qingfeng's Qingfeng Pavilion.

After all, Chu Qingfeng's legs and feet are inconvenient, although he is running such a small shop, in fact. A lot of things can't be taken care of.

His temperament is actually very friendly, but because of his identity, he has always been feared by the monks on the second floor of the teahouse. Usually I feel intimidated even to take a look at it from a distance, let alone talk about it.

Therefore, Qingfeng Pavilion still has the appearance of a shop on the surface, but in fact, in some corners, there has long been a lot of dust accumulation, showing a bit of uncared for dilapidation.

Xu Zhefeng's heart was a little confused. When I was idle, I felt even more uncomfortable, so I found myself a lot of work to do.

From the first cleaning, to the later repair of the roof. Later, when he waxed and oiled wooden doors, furniture and other things, Xu Zhefeng cleaned almost the entire Qingfeng Pavilion and rejuvenated it.

It's just that despite this, Xu Zhefeng and Chu Qingfeng are two. One doesn't have too many words to talk to.

Xu Zhefeng himself is not good at words. Chu Qingfeng is even more so. The mode of getting along between the two is to be silent, and the peculiar thing is that this way of getting along with each other, which will make most people feel awkward, makes the two of them feel very comfortable.

Just like now, the two of them watched the rain side by side, quietly listening to the sound of the night rain lapping on the window lattice, but it was also quiet and peaceful.

Xu Zhefeng thought of something and moved his gaze up slightly. Go and see the rooftop of the tea shop opposite. Xiaobai is really no more.

Xiaobai doesn't like rain, and every time it rains on a cloudy day. They all like to hide indoors and don't come out to practice.

Practice...... Xu Zhefeng thought about these two words, and somehow, the sentence "I feel that today is but yesterday is not" appeared in my heart. As a result, a feeling called loneliness filled my heart.

He looked at the night in front of him, and became more and more dazed.

"Early tomorrow morning, you can go and report from the sect. I've already said hello over there, but the rules of the sect have been in place for hundreds of years, so I can only help you here. Chu Qingfeng said.

Xu Zhefeng's heart tightened, and he hurriedly turned around and slammed Chu Qingfeng to the ground: "More Chu Langjun!" ”

Chu Qingfeng smiled lightly and shook his head: "I don't have many friends, since Xie Xiaoman is willing to entrust you to me, I will naturally do my best." ”

At the mention of Xie Xiaoman, Xu Zhefeng's eyes darkened again.

"You don't have to worry too much, individuals have their own lives, and there are some things that mortals like you and me can't manipulate and control." Chu Qingfeng smiled slightly, "Besides, didn't she write to ask about your situation before?" At the very least, it shows that she is safe over there. ”

Xu Zhefeng sneered when he heard this: "She went to be an official and enjoyed the glory and wealth!" Of course it's safe! ”

Listening to the obvious resentment in these words, Chu Qingfeng shook his head with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Zhefeng also felt that the sourness in these words was too strong, no matter how he sounded it, it was like a sentence that could only be said by a resentful woman in a boudoir, so he regretted it and instantly made a big red face.

"Chu Langjun, hello, rest, I'll go back first!" Xu Zhefeng almost fled, casually closed the window in front of him, and before leaving, he didn't forget to express his gratitude to Chu Qingfeng again, "From the affairs of the sect, there are really more of you!" ”

Chu Qingfeng smiled and bowed his head, and didn't say much.

The door slammed, opened, and closed.

People walk, tea cools.

Chu Qingfeng turned the wheelchair, reached out and touched the slightly cool tea cup, and sighed slightly in his heart.

He felt that he was old, and that this life had lasted for many, many years.

He didn't know how long he would live, maybe he would live a hundred years, or maybe he would only have three or five years left. At the end of the day, what's the difference?

Ever since he lost his legs and his cultivation, he has often fallen into such a situation.

It's not just resentment and sadness, but a simple boredom, everything in the world, in the end, is lackluster.

It's like such a cold tea, it's a pity to discard it, if you really drink it, you will already lose any aroma, and it will even make your internal organs cold and meaningless.

It really doesn't make sense......

"I feel that today is and yesterday is not."

Chu Qingfeng faced the dim light in the room and muttered softly.

Indeed, if it weren't for Xie Xiaoman's sudden intrusion into his own world, his life might have been even more boring.

"Yesterday's non-compliance" is inevitable. Is "today is" real?

As soon as he thought of this, Chu Qingfeng raised the corners of his mouth and laughed at himself.

I don't know if it's the relationship between the winter rain outside the window, even myself. also almost followed the sadness of spring and autumn.

He shook his head, leaving these wild thoughts behind. Chu Qingfeng, as usual, pushed himself down to the side of the bed. With some difficulty, I used my arms to prop up my body and moved to the bed little by little.

He covered himself with the quilt, blew out the oil lamp beside the bed, and was silent, facing the darkness.

……

……

From the largest courtyard of the sect, the old man also blew out the light in his room at this time.

He looked at the darkness in front of him and thought to himself that the cuttlefish he had eaten in Huating back then was really delicious. When should it be nice to line your teeth, go and taste it again.

It's just that at that time, Qingfeng was just an infant child. And now. He has already become a real man, but he is as his name suggests, and he has become a breeze in his life.

It's really like a breeze. If you don't pay attention, you'll almost forget about him.

But the old man could not forget. A lot of things. Many memories, like the marks of a pair of fire tongs, will always be in the most obvious place in the heart, revealing its appearance.

The old man still remembers the breeze in the past, it was an arrogant and unscrupulous child, and he was by no means so shallow and unexistent as he is now.

He needs to be responsible for such changes.

But. After so many years, the old man has long understood. This responsibility. He simply couldn't afford it.

Qingfeng didn't need him to pay anything, he just dragged his broken body, bought a simple and inconspicuous hut in a secluded corner of the bustling part of the capital, and started a simple small business.

It's as if he has nothing to do with the original Chu Qingfeng, and he doesn't have the slightest intersection with himself, an old man.

During the New Year's holiday, Qingfeng will not come to see him, and he will not go to see Qingfeng.

Only the monks on the second floor of the teahouse kept changing, which became the only bond between father and son.

Many times, the old man thinks that maybe it is because of this kite string-like bond that the breeze is not really like half of the breeze and quietly leaves from his life.

Time can change so many things, but there are always some things that cannot be changed.

The old man sighed silently, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be a little deeper.

"Rouran went down the mountain, fortunately, she didn't cross the river, this is good after all."

The old man did not sleep there, and as usual, he took out a pair of chopsticks that he had treasured, put them at the head of the bed, and chatted with them.

"Now these things are really funny, and the gentle cultivation is scattered, and the partial life brings out a trace of the soul. That's it, this trace of spirit fell on the children of the Xie family again, you say, even Rouran herself didn't make sense of this matter! ”

The old man laughed, his voice hearty.

The chopsticks in front of me are very old, with some obvious signs of wear and tear on them, and they are not much different from the bamboo chopsticks used by ordinary people.

"Huan Wen, that kid is also a self-righteous idiot! He felt that the whole court was a fool, and they were all bastards who couldn't think about it, so he sneaked to the north alone and stabbed the knife, and he was not afraid that the knife would not play well and prick his own foot! ”

"The most bastard is that Xie Xiaoman! Originally, she was here in Jiangnan, and Rouran was afraid that she would think about what to do. This time it's good, crossing the river is like a sheep into the tiger's mouth for her, and she likes to follow Huan Wen everywhere! But if she was really taken back by Rouran, things would have been easier. ”

"However, I obviously felt Rouran's spirit before, but I didn't hear the news of Xie Xiaoman's death. This is indeed a bit strange. ”

"Moreover, our family Qingfeng wants to have a relationship with that Xie Xiaoman, and we also sent a young man over in the morning, saying that he wanted to enter the sect."

"You also know the rules of the sect, if you really evaluate it, then the young man's cultivation is still a little worse. But it's rare for the breeze to speak on its own, so how can I save his face. ”

"Qingfeng, this kid, has changed a lot, really a lot."

"But this is the ...... of pride," the old man smiled at this, "it is exactly the same as yours, and it is burned in the bones, unless it is a bruise and ashes, otherwise it is impossible to be wiped out at all." (To be continued......)