The undulations of the river make the boat sway, and the sound of silk and bamboo in the boat spreads on the surface of the river, and it seems that it happens to dance with the woman by the river.

The woman raised a sleeve of her coat, lightly covered her face, raised her peach eyes, looked at Gu Nan, opened her mouth, and sang a small word in a low voice.

"The country is not there, and the general will not return. The old country is not here, general, will you return? ”

In a word, the sleeves are unfolded, and the wind moves. The spring breeze moved the hem of the clothes, blew the river, and wrinkled people's hearts.

The women on the riverside danced in the smoke and flocculents, and the small words accompanied by the music spread farther and farther, as if they had been passed on to the distant years.

"The mountains and rivers are thousands of miles, and it is difficult to go back, so I ask you when you will return. Millions of soldiers, beacon smoke battle, and the road is peaceful. ”

The voice of the chant was far away, with her back to the distant mountains outside the city, and the woman's plain clothes were not stained, and her eyes were lowered.

"I still remember that the old times have not been gone for a long time, and I also remember that the old people under the tree are still dependent on each other. Remember to go to the battlefield and leave a white coat ······"

Except for the music, all the noise of the riverside ceased, leaving only the whispered words.

Gu Nan also looked at the woman intently, until the dance was over, the music faded away, the woman's dance stopped, and she sang the last sentence to Gu Nan.

"The old man is not there, and the general will not return. Taiping, will the general return? ”

She seemed to be asking Gu Nan, and she seemed to be persuading Gu Nan that the country is no longer there, the homeland is no longer there, and the old people are no longer there, so she may have to let go.

But Gu Nan looked at her for a long time and asked.

"You called me, where are you going?"

The woman was stunned, but found that she couldn't answer.

After thinking about it for a long time, she remembered the hut in Gu Nanshan's forest and said.

"Otherwise, I'll make you a room."

In her impression, people take the house as their home, and they can naturally return when they have a home.

Gu Nan was amused by her, and said with a raised brow.

"Well, if you marry me again, then it will be home, and it will not live up to you calling me Gu Lang."

(Lang is not only a name for a young man, but also a woman's name for her husband or lover.) ）

The woman froze for a moment, her face seemed to be a little flushed, but this was probably just because she was tired from dancing.

She tilted her head slightly, her voice still flat.

"If you want, you can do it too."

Gu Nan looked at the woman, smiled and shook her head, she really didn't understand anything.

"I'm kidding you, and you really believe it."

"That's it." The almost invisible flush on the woman's face dissipated, and she asked again, "Then do you want a house?" ”

With a sigh, Gu Nan put the hat on his face and lay down.

"What do I want to do in the house?"

She seemed to fall asleep again by the river, and the woman stood for a while, and sat down beside her, without waking her any more.

In the painting boat, the middle-aged man looked at the river stupidly, and said to the person next to him who was also in a daze.

"Go and invite the woman who danced by the river, I want to see her."

But when the middle-aged man arrived at the river, he could no longer find the woman, only a man in a green shirt lying under the willow tree dozing.

His face was covered with a hat, and beside him, there was a peach blossom.

However, there are no peach blossom trees on both sides, and I don't know where the peach blossoms come from.

When the scholar at the street stall finished painting, he put away his pen, looked at the scene on the scroll, and let out a long breath, this painting was the best of all his paintings now, and probably the best one of his life.

On the painting, the willows are still in the best spring, and a woman by the river is singing and dancing, singing about a long time ago.

It's just that the green-shirted man opposite the woman may be too ordinary and ignored by him.

The next year, the middle-aged man came to Yangzhou again, this time as Emperor Sui, and people said that he was looking for a woman.

It's a pity that he still didn't find it, only found a painting of the woman, bought it with a lot of money, and brought it back. Legend has it that after a few years, the painting disappeared into his bedchamber and has not been seen since.

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Gu Nan has gradually lost the time he can't tell anymore, maybe more than ten years, or decades.

The mountains and forests are lonely.

"Dang dang dang."

On a mountain road in the middle of the mountain forest, a crisp sound sounds.

A young monk walked in, he looked a little thin, the brown robe draped over his body and the monk's robe worn inside looked a little wide, and he held a Zen staff in his hand.

The crisp sound came from the Zen staff in his hand, and the rings on the staff jingled as he walked.

In Buddhism, the Zen staff is used to wake up in sitting meditation, so this kind of sound is really easy to disturb people's dreams.

When the monk walked along the mountain road, he saw a person on the side of the road.

She was lying on a rock on the side of the road, dressed in an ordinary cloth garment, wearing a hat, and a black "cane" hanging from her waist to one side.

Gu Nan was passing by here, thinking that the mountains and forests were quiet, so he took a nap here, who knew that not long after he fell asleep, he was woken up by this sudden sound.

Reluctantly, he took off the hat on his head, supported himself, and sat up.

It was as if she would be woken up every time she slept on the side of the road.

Seeing that Gu Nan was awake, the monk raised a palm, stood in front of him and bowed down, and said slowly.

"The little monk passed by here and accidentally disturbed the donor, please forgive the donor."

Gu Nan took the hat and looked at the person in front of him.

At the same time, the monk also looked at her, and when he saw her appearance clearly, the monk was slightly stunned, but soon came back to his senses, bowed down again with a calm expression, and said.

"I don't know if it's the female donor, the little monk is rude again."

"Nothing." Gu Nan waved her hand, jumped down from the stone, patted the clothes on her body, and since she woke up, she was ready to leave.

When the monk saw that she was leaving, he continued to walk towards his original path.

When we met, I couldn't say a few words.

But before he could take a few steps, Gu Nan's voice came from behind him: "That, monk, do you have anything to eat with you?" ”

The monk stopped and turned back suspiciously: "Yes, yes, is there anything wrong with the donor?" ”

"I haven't eaten for about three days, can you give me some?"

The mountain road was silent for a while, and after a while, the monk nodded: "So." ”

As he spoke, he took off the bag he was carrying behind him, put it on the ground, and opened the bag, which contained three steamed buns.

This steamed bun looks like it has been some time now, and its face is gray and hard as a stone.

He broke one of the steamed buns into two halves, and then took the two and a half steamed buns and handed them to Gu Nan.

"I don't have much left along the way, only these, and ask the donor to collect them."

Gu Nan saw that the monk gave her three steamed buns to two and a half, she rarely saw such a person.

"Monk, what's your name?"

The monk replied, "Little monk, Xuanzang." ”