A.D. 2017 A.D. West Lake

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

In the afternoon, there are few people in the lakeside park, and the spring rain is misty and sprinkled, nourishing the common people and moistening the earth. On the surface of the lake, there are circles of water halos, small and dense. On a bench in a secluded corner of the park sat a man in a linen shirt and trousers, with his arms resting behind his head, listening with his eyes closed, as if feeling the dense and gentle spring rain.

It was very quiet, except for the ticking of rain, and there was no sound. At this time, if one stops to observe, one will notice that the man's body is covered with a white light that is hazy than a drizzle and fainter than water vapor. And if you look closely, it is not actually white light, but a foggy effect formed by rain splashing on a layer of invisible air waves.

There was a burst of laughter like silver bells in the distance, and with this cheerful laughter, he slowly opened his eyes and looked over, and saw the two girls running one after the other in the dense drizzle, both holding their hands over their heads, as if they were afraid that the rain would wet their green hair.

The man stood up and stretched out a hand to draw a circle in the air with his fingers, and then the man suddenly disappeared into the corner of the secluded park. No one has ever walked or seen, as if nothing had ever happened...

"I'm back. The rain was still falling carelessly, and in a courtyard with simple and elegant lines, a man was cooking tea in an octagonal and six-pillar tiled-roof porch. Seeing the man in the sackcloth who suddenly appeared in front of him out of thin air, he seemed to have been used to it for a long time, and he didn't move after greeting him, still holding a fist against his left cheek and waiting for the sound of pine waves coming from the ancient pot engraved with 'sit and listen to the pine waves'.

"Well, go out for a walk, when will it come?" the man in a white linen shirt who suddenly appeared walked into the porch and sat down to look at the man who was cooking tea. The man's thick hair was slightly curly and long, and it was very lazily loose on his shoulders.

"Soon after sitting down, there is a lot of rain in the spring in Jiangnan, and it is still a little cold today, so it is the most suitable day to drink hot tea, and by the way, I will bring you some ancient tree red. ”

"Qiao Ziye, the tea shop is very idle, if you go on like this, I don't know if the two thousand years of wealth you have accumulated will be enough for you to lose money!"

"Look at what you said, Fusu, you are really good at everything, but you are too picky, too arrogant, too ignorant of human feelings, what else, uh, let me think..."The curly-haired man named Qiao Ziye crossed his fingers and pondered there, while Fusu, who was in a white linen shirt, smiled and shook his head and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

"Is there any news from Yi Wu?" Fu Su put away the white light, took the tea cup handed over by Qiao Ziye and blew lightly.

"I have sent someone to the wind village, Meng Yi should have news in the next few days. Midnight replied naturally, completely forgetting that he was still teasing the other party before.

Fusu nodded, and stopped talking, both of them quietly drank tea and listened to the sound of rain, water boiling, and pine waves. The courtyard was extremely quiet.

"You two are very leisurely, send me to run errands, and the old man is also embarrassed. With a clear female voice, a large ball of vines suddenly bloomed on the wall of the courtyard against the mountain, and a young girl walked out of the vine branches. He had long hair and waist-length skin, and his skin was as white as snow, and he looked about twenty years old, and he was of medium height and slender stature, but he walked in a heroic posture like an old man. Carrying a transparent water bag in his hand, he walked towards the sea of tea and said, "I passed by from the tiger and passed by some water, so let's change this tea." ”

Qiao Ziye got up very interestingly and went over to take the water, frowning at the weight of thirty liters.

"How's the situation at Luhu?" asked Fusu. As soon as the woman got to the porch, she reached out and grabbed his teacup, poured it into her mouth, and replied after drinking, "Let Bai You Fei go and see, contact him later to ask." I have more important things to do!"

"Oh!" Fusu took the empty teacup and put it back on the tea sea, nodded in response, and stopped talking.

Qiao Ziye changed the water upside down, the girl sat inside, and the three of them did not talk again, and there was silence again.

After a long time, the girl stared at the corner of the empty courtyard opposite the porch, and suddenly said, "I always think, there is space there, get something to decorate?" "Miss Bai, Lord Night Wanderer, your old man doesn't want to move a rockery, right?" Qiao Ziye, who had changed the water and sat with his hands and waited for the pine waves to rise, rolled his eyes and teased. "Snort, no taste, what kind of rockery, the real mountain lady can also move it for you. Crush you only to splash monkeys!Hmph" The girl who was called the Night Wanderer in the middle of the night looked back proudly.

"Come, you move for me, if you can't crush me, it's yours. Qiao Ziye didn't know why he was always unconvinced by this night wanderer girl who always looked at him unpleasantly, and he didn't fold her, most of the time he was bullied, so he could only make a good time on his lips.

Before the words were finished, the girl beckoned with a fist and hit Qiao Ziye's chest, so painful that he still didn't forget to take advantage of his mouth, "It's unreasonable, murder your husband! Fusu, you don't care, oh, hey..." Fusu looked at the two helplessly and funny, what kind of happy enemies are this really a pair, and replied, "You yourself said that you murdered your husband, what do I care about as an outsider." ”

"Hey, Fusu, you also help this shameless bully me!" the girl blushed and shouted loudly.

Qiao Ziye rubbed his chest and screamed, the girl was still screaming, and the dead ghost who was punched by herself and didn't forget to take advantage of it, Fusu only quietly looked at the somewhat empty corner of the courtyard that the girl said.

"You say, how about a swing there?" Fusu asked suddenly.

The two people who were frolicking and scolding calmed down when they heard him, and looked at the corner of the courtyard that seemed a little empty, and suddenly felt as if there should be a swing there...

... At night, it rained all day and still did not stop. Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

Runlu. The name was chosen by Fusu himself. Remotely and quietly, overlooking the lake and mountains, away from the distractions of the world, excellent. This rainy night is the best time to dream...

He had a long dream. A beautiful dream, a dream that made him laugh unconsciously and shed tears silently, a dream that he could never remember after he woke up! In the dream, there seemed to be a figure, a bright, bright smile...

Xiling River came to the news, and the sedan chair trip to the Snow Mountain did not gain much, but the clue of the 'birth gate' was broken again.

Meng Yi came back, and Fusu decided not to let this brother, who was found with great difficulty and chance, travel all over again, and the two spent a quiet and relaxed time in Runlu.

In the blink of an eye, it's summer. They have long been accustomed to the long years, spring and summer solstice, and time does not mean much to them. And Qiao Ziye, who was a mortal, suddenly fell ill, and it was not too serious to help Su raise his hand to drive away the wind chill that could enter his body, and he was politely refused. Midnight said that this is what mortals should go through, and that birth, old age, sickness and death are just one journey after another for him, but this journey never ends.

Although the two brothers Fusu and Meng Yi have survived in the human world for more than 2,000 years, they do not know much about the fast-paced modern world because of their own reasons. In the two or three months from spring to summer, after the careful training of Bai Suli, a night traveler, the two of them finally had a certain understanding of a series of high-tech products, communication tools, transportation facilities, etc.

Su'er has her own responsibilities, and Fusu and Meng Yi, who have nothing to do, decided to take a trip to the tea mountains in southern Anhui on behalf of the sick midnight. Good or bad, he has a share in business, and he can't rely on midnight to support everything. And the face of this product is enough to look at, and it looks like the two of them are eating rice.

For the first time in my life, I didn't need to fly and instantaneously, but took the high-speed train that was so fast that the two of them smacked, and it didn't take long to reach the destination. The person who received him was a chubby man named Lu Ting, who looked quick and honest. The two just called him Lao Lu and drove to Chashan, where an elderly couple was honest, simple and kind.

Looking at the clear sky overhead, Fusu knew that it would rain in a few moments. The group of three thanked the old couple for the tea and reception, and walked up the mountain, and when they reached the mountainside, the slightly chubby old Lu was a little out of breath. These two distinguished guests from the city actually have stronger foot strength than him, a countryman who is used to climbing mountains! Fu Su smiled and signaled him to rest in place, it is best to find a place to shelter from the rain, Lao Lu didn't know, so he only nodded.

At the top of the mountain, there is a simple pavilion, which is supposed to be built by tea farmers for a temporary rest.

As far as the eye can see, the smell of grass and the fragrance of tea trees that belong to nature are very pleasant. The summer afternoon rain came as promised, and it was warmer than the sun.

Standing in the pavilion, Fusu and Meng Yi quietly stood and looked into the distance. The city in the distance, the tea mountains in the distance, the ravines are criss-crossed, there are vehicles on the road, there are farmers in the countryside, everything is natural and complete. Fusu looked at a sunken mountain col and was stunned.

There, there seems to be something missing! But what can be missing? He suddenly turned his head, and there was no one behind him except Meng Yi, who was sitting in the corner of the pavilion. No birds or animals passed by, and there weren't... Nothing? He was a little distracted, and there was a trace of loss in his eyes that even he couldn't comprehend.

The dinner arranged by Lao Lu was very comfortable, just at the farmhouse next to Chajia Village. The countryside is always fun, and although there are not many tourists, there is still no shortage of diners who come from the nearby cities to try the new food. The small shop is built along the water, and it is basically full of people. The three of them sat down next to the small table by the stream, and after Lao Lu arranged the dishes, he sat down and began to introduce the history of Chajia Village, celebrity anecdotes, and some rural gossip such as strange tales...

There is always a feeling of emptiness in my heart. Fusu has always been a little out of the way, and he listened to it without ears, but Meng Yi chatted with Lao Lu with great interest. At this time, the two men sitting at the side table attracted Fusu's attention.

Or maybe it wasn't that he noticed the two of them, but that the other person would look at him from time to time and make him a little strange. He turned his head to look over, and saw that the other two of them withdrew their gaze and looked at a place on the other side of the stream...

After dinner, Lao Lu warmly invited the two to take a walk to see Chajia Village. Walking to an ancestral hall, Fusu paused, and only heard the voice of a woman in the ancestral hall. Curiously, he raised his legs over the high threshold and entered the ancestral hall.

A figure walked out of the small room on the side of the hall, and when she saw Lao Lu, she angrily said angrily, "The fat man is scared to death in the middle of the night!" Lao Lu smiled and said, "Oh, who am I talking about, Sister Hong, why are you here?"

The woman, a young woman in her early thirties, stretched out her hand to pull the switch on the side, and in an instant the lights lit up the entire ancestral hall.

The woman glanced at Fusu, who had already walked into the inner hall of the ancestral hall, and then winked at Lao Lu, who shook his plump and rich face and followed the woman to the side. "Don't talk about this in front of outsiders, it's evil, that girl's things are gone, and this unrelated and unrelated child eats a hundred meals in our village, but the person suddenly disappeared. In the first two days, Aunt Dong came to collect the ticket money, but Xiaoni disappeared, and a set of clothes fell on the side of the bed. I didn't see it either, anyway, Aunt Dong said it was terrifying. "No, that girl isn't very good, she is honest, she is honest, she ran away with the ticket money?" Lao Lu kept shaking his head and felt incredible, not believing that this kind of thing would happen in this rustic small village. "Shhh A lot of money is in the drawer, but the person is gone. I heard Aunt Dong say that a pendant that Xiao Ni usually wears around her neck fell to the ground, and it was placed on the table inside. I heard that it was a relic left by her mother... Let me tell you, Lao Lu, I just came to see the ancestral hall today, and I feel a little scary and eerie when it gets dark. I'm not coming tomorrow, and I'm not going to pay for it..."

Just when the woman and Lao Lu were whispering, Fusu and Meng Yi had already walked around the ancestral hall and came to the backyard. There is a clump of bamboo planted in the corner of the courtyard, which grows gratifyingly, dense and tender green. Fusu looked at the bamboo bush and was stunned for a moment, when the sky suddenly began to rain. The heat of the summer night has not faded, and after the sudden rain falls, the heat does not decrease but increases, and the temperature quickly spreads in the courtyard after the ground is soaked by rainwater.

"What's wrong?" Meng Yi walked around and didn't feel anything new, only to see Fu Su in the courtyard and let the rain get wet without a trace of reaction, a little strange asked.

Shaking his head, Fusu suddenly looked up at the sky where the rain was falling, and a sense of emptiness arose in his heart for no reason.

Back in the front hall, the gossiping woman continued to pour bitter water on Lao Lu, and Lao Lu immediately greeted the two distinguished guests when he saw them. Fusu looked at the hut with the lights on next to him, and suddenly said, "Can you go in and have a look?"

Lao Lu was a little surprised, and turned to look at the woman for her opinion. It doesn't matter if the woman is not her place to live, I love to see it. As soon as you step into the house, the faint fragrance of flowers and plants fills the tip of your nose. It's not intense, it's already extremely light, and it just like the leaves of a love branch that refuse to leave for a long time. The interior of the house is clean, and the four walls are hung with paintings with simple brushstrokes but great talent. There are tea mountains, villages, pastoral scenery, colorful sunsets, wild dogs in the countryside, lonely birds, and some character sketches, among which the portraits of the old couple guarding the tea mountains are the majority. Fusu looked at the past one by one, only to feel that the empty feeling in his heart was filled little by little. There was a beautiful curvature on his lips, and this smile was something he didn't even notice.

"Who painted these paintings?" asked as he looked at the paintings. On the side, Lao Lu immediately replied, "Oh, it was painted by a little girl who used to live here to watch the ancestral hall." "Oh...", with a long tail note, he replied and continued to look at the painting.

After reading the hanging on the wall in the bucket room, I found that there was another simple old-fashioned wooden table next to the bed. It was a sketch with only a pair of eyebrows and eyes, and with just one glance, Fusu was deeply attracted. In the painting, the eyebrows are like distant mountains, which are both clear and hazy, and the eyes are like the full moon and seem to contain 10,000 stars, and there is a perseverance and tenacity in the roundness. It seems that Liao Liao's pen strokes vividly depict how bright and brilliant the owner of this face should be! I don't know if the black spot at the end of the eyebrow is the owner's original shallow mole or the lead dust that can't be wiped off...

Fusu unconsciously stretched out his hand and gently touched the painting with only a pair of eyebrows and eyes, and his hands trembled slightly. He didn't even know what he was doing, he just couldn't help but want to touch the face that didn't exist, and there was no basis for even imagination. And when his hand touched those eyes, the surface of the lake, which had not fluctuated for thousands of years in his soul realm and was as calm as a mirror, was slightly flooded with layers of waves...

On the table, next to the portrait, there is a pendant strung with the most ordinary red string. It's not anything precious, but the shape of a small leaf glows with the soft light characteristic of silver jewelry.

Why? Why is there such a subtle feeling?!

Fu Su frowned slightly, only to feel that the hole in his heart that had been filled little by little suddenly seemed to collapse in an instant, and there was a bang. And only he could hear the voice. There was a dull pain in the collapsed heart, not strong and weak.

Have I been here? No, no. Who is the person in the painting? I have never seen such eyes, and I have not seen them in 2,000 years. But... But why do you always feel like this, like this...

No, not familiar. Fusu shook his head, and the dull pain in his heart continued. It's not that the eyebrows of the person in the painting have a sense of déjà vu, but a strange and irresistible sense of belonging! as if he had spent the long 2,000 years to wait for the person who had the eyebrows.

"Where is she?" asked Fusu softly, still staring at the painting.

Lao Lu and the woman looked at each other, a little inexplicable, and only felt that this distinguished guest was really strange. But it's hard not to respond, "Oh, this little girl... That, it was gone the other day. ”

Fusu finally turned his head, but this turn of his head made the three of them, including Meng Yi, stay in place, and their mouths were open.

He seemed to react, and finally found that his face was slightly cool and moist. Don't turn your face away and close your eyes, take a deep breath, your chest and nose are filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants. The voice trembled slightly, "Gone?"

Lao Lu came back to his senses, cleared his throat, and replied a little uncomfortably: "Well, that's right, I heard from the people in the village that the girl left suddenly a few days ago. Maybe I went to a big city to find a job, after all, there is no income from watching an ancestral hall in this small village. The girl was also twenty years old, and most of us children in the countryside loved to run to the big city. It's better to make money than to keep here. Right, right?"

The more Lao Lu said nonsense, the more he became more and more unconfident, but this explanation was very reasonable, and Fusu, who had already learned more about the current world, did not speak again. He stood stunned for a while, and suddenly walked out of the ancestral hall. In the night rain, he stared coldly at the rocky beach between the ancestral hall and the farmhouse. Not wide, at most more than ten meters, the murmuring water and the sound of rain are mixed in one place, and the villagers who return at night walk in twos and threes on the stone bridge that connects the two ends on the rocky beach...

No, two spiritual powers appeared in the outer world just now, and they disappeared so quickly?

Meng Yi hurriedly followed, twisting two straight big knife eyebrows for unknown reasons. Fusu shook his head again, looked at the rocky beach and stone bridge misty in the night rain, and did not say a word for a long time. This night, this place, those subtle feelings, are so weird. It was so strange that he couldn't help but wonder if he was delirious and lost his mind! Tears flowed down his face inexplicably, and now even his perception was wrong?!!

... Leaving this small village that confused him, after Lao Lu drove the two distinguished guests back to the hotel, before Meng Yi could ask half a sentence, the golden light flashed and Fusu disappeared into the room.

Step on the ancestral hall again. And this time, Fusu finally clearly sensed the fleeting two spiritual powers.

"Who?" the curtain darkened, and the night rain did not stop. Fusu looked at the two men standing beside the rocky beach at the entrance of the ancestral hall. It was the two who had looked at him from time to time at dinner at the farmhouse.

"Who are you?" asked one of the men, with a bookish eyebrow on his face.

"Fusu, I don't know what the two of you call it?"

"Ji Rongyuan" The bookish man smiled slightly and introduced himself, and then waved his hand to the unruly man next to him, "Kita Yayoi"...

Eventually, Fusu took the painting with only a pair of eyebrows and the silver pendant in the shape of a leaf. And at the same time, I made two, friends!

Back in Runlu, life is still as usual. Meng Yi traveled far away from time to time, and walked through one country after another, and every time he came back, he always happily talked to Fusu about those exotic customs. And Fusu always listens patiently...

But for some reason, Meng Yi always felt that Fusu had changed. And this point, Midnight and Su'er also feel it.

From time to time, the three of them were talking and laughing together, and they saw Fusu sitting alone in the backyard and sitting on the swing looking up at the sky, no one knew what he was thinking. It is useless to ask. Because he couldn't even tell what was wrong with him. I only felt as if my heart was empty, but every time I felt the empty place, it gave him the illusion that he had been very full.

Full or empty, he can't tell which one is more. It's just like two blunt frustration knives repeatedly grinding in my heart, sometimes I feel inexplicable happiness, and then I fall into the empty loss in the blink of an eye.

Two new friends, Yayoi and Rong Yuan, brought the best 'gifts' when they came to Runlu for the first time. The souls of the dead that were captured back then drove the evil spirit for more than 2,000 years - Meng Tian. In fact, there is nothing to be sorry for, there is no direct blood feud between each other, although there was still some resentment in Yayoi's heart back then, but Rong Yuan is really a person who loves to read, how could he not know that the battle that wiped out their clan had nothing to do with this prince and the Meng Yi brothers! The monarch who is now known as the First Emperor of the Ages has long since lost many lifetimes of reincarnation, or has long since disappeared into the dust and returned to heaven and earth.

They have been searching and waiting for more than 2,000 years just to return to Ah Rong, and now, this idea is completely shattered. The person raised in the Disc Cave is useless, and he thought of bringing it to Fusu for disposal, but he was escaped by that guy.

A past life, after all, is a past life. More than 2,000 years have passed, and what else can't be dissolved or solved?!

Even if you can't dissolve or solve it, what can you do? Time cannot be turned back, and the past cannot be traced. Past, let it be with the wind!

Ah Rong disappeared completely, and Yayoi and Rong Yuan were sad for a while, so they let go. It seems that everyone is open-minded, and this open-mindedness is more helpless. I have no choice but to have my own depression, and I don't have to untie it, but I always feel depressed and depressed every time I think about it.

Depressed and depressed, then drink a bar! A drunk may not be able to relieve a thousand sorrows, but it can always make people feel happy for a while.

As a result, Yayoi and Rong Yuan always bring some good wine whenever they come to Runlu as guests, Meng Yi and Midnight prepare good dishes, and the people in the courtyard are unhappy with the wine as a song and dance.

Fusu doesn't drink, and whenever everyone gets drunk, he's still sober.

knew that the person in the painting who only knew the eyebrows and eyes was a relative of Yayoi and Rong Yuan in his previous life, but he didn't ask how he found it. At this time, he no longer had the heart to seek the Cleansing Spirit River and the Shengmen. Meng Tian has returned, and what should happen to the evil spirit's body?

The morning light that Fusu is worried about, the peace of Meng Yi's mind... It's best if you can meet again, and if you can't meet it, you won't meet it. The drunk Yayoi vowed to pat his chest and say that he would be able to catch the escaped Zhao Gao, and Fusu smiled and thanked him for his kindness. He couldn't tell, but it was as if a hole had been broken in his heart, and from time to time a wind whistled through the gap, sweeping everything away.

Put the sketch with only eyebrows and eyes in a small room on the second floor of Runlu, and every time he dreams back at midnight, he will get up and push open the door and turn on the lamp, and sit at the desk and stare at those round eyes for a long time...

Summer goes to autumn, and it is the time when the leaves fall. Often after a night, the backyard is covered with dead leaves and broken branches, and I feel depressed at the bottom of my heart.

And this feeling of depression is not strong, just like the light fog on the mountainside, the frost in the morning, vaguely as if it does not exist but cannot be shaken.

Until the winter snow fell, Fusu had not stepped out of Runlu Mountain for a long time. Together with the rough men like Meng Yi and Meng Tian, who lived together, they were already clearly aware of his state of constant fugue, although time did not mean much to them, but it was not appropriate to go on like this. Midnight proposed to go to the hot springs, and listed the hot spring holy places that the world had never been to, but Fusu chose the nearby Yellow Mountain.

Yayoi and Rong Yuan walked together, insisting on driving there at midnight, so that they could feel the ordinary beauty of being truly human. Eating and drinking all the way, Meng Yi said a joke that he had just learned from the Internet and was not funny, and everyone laughed. Fusu also smiled. But no one thought he was really laughing. That expression, that smile, was like a living phantom, unreal, and no one could drag him back to reality.

Su'er still doesn't deal with Midnight, the two of you say a word, and you have to kill one of them before you stop. The result is always Su'er's defeat, and then the defeat by force is the victory. Yayoi and Rong Yuan are also accustomed to the way these two get along, and they don't mix with each other, and they only do their part as the people who eat melons.

The midnight arrangement is very proper, and the trip to the hot springs is generally complete, comfortable and comfortable. There was a small interlude in between. Midnight and Su'er, the happy couple, found a beauty who was suspected of being a mermaid, so Rong Yuan and Meng Yi followed along, and called voyeurism a hunt.

And Meng Tian and Yayoi, one is really stable and the other pretends to be cold, and they disdain this kind of gossip and accompany Fusu to soak in the hot spring pool.

Needless to say, Meng Tian and Fusu's relationship is not to mention, and I don't know how many times I have asked, 'What's wrong with you', but Fusu always replied, 'I don't know'.

I don't know, I don't know, I don't understand. I don't know what I want or where I want to go, and I have lost my life in a daze. But he is Fusu! An extraordinary existence has fallen into the abyss where many ordinary people in the world are buried.

Fusu shook his head and said, "No, I'm not confused, let me think about it again, I'll remember, I'll remember what I lost!"

... Winter goes to spring and comes again, and it is still a good year for the year. The years alternate, everything is clear, the blue sky is still the blue sky, and the mountains are still the mountains. The melting snow turned into a clear stream in the mountains, melting the warm sun and turning away the gloom, but it couldn't melt the layer of ice under Fusu's eyes that didn't know when it condensed.

Fusu once laughed and said that sooner or later he would lose his sleeves in the middle of the night, and suddenly announced that he wanted to be a promising businessman who had made meritorious contributions to the protection of the ancient tea village and managed it well, and he toured many cities with a well-known forum to teach his own ideas and ways to success, and he had to leave for almost a month.

In my previous life, Qiao Ziye also worked as a teacher who preached and taught and solved doubts, and I was familiar with it and came easily. A boastful speech was ridiculed by Su'er. Meng Yi was very curious, and mentioned that he would have a deeper understanding of the world after a long time of experience, and Su'er said that he was afraid that he would be bullied by others outside alone under the half-coaxing and half-deception in the middle of the night. Although the words are not good, everyone knows the heart of protection. Meng Tian laughed, feeling that this girl was very interesting, and she was a little similar to the alien child back then.

Fusu suggested that Meng Tian go outside with him, while he himself planned to go back to the Moonlight Glade to see his old friends. Midnight and Su'er knew that when he escaped from the world, he fell asleep in the woodland, and the two of them were worried and had to let him follow together.

"Don't worry!" Fusu smiled, "I'm just going back to have a look, you'll definitely see me when you come back." Brother Meng has just come back and has a lot to say!"

"And how beautiful this world is!" is like a spell with boundless magic. When the people heard these words come out of his mouth, the worries in their hearts disappeared. No matter how cruel this world was to Fusu, he will always have only kindness and tenderness to this world. Although, he has never said such a straightforward thing. But they all understand!

After the group traveled far away, Fusu returned to the Moonlight Glade.

In the world shrouded in a bright moon, the mist is shallow and the smoke is vast, and the beauty is breathtaking. Go and see Pangu, sit on the shore of the lake, lean on the huge phantom body and look up at the moon. The dull pain in his heart seemed to be stopped for a moment, and the mischievous elves surrounded him and clamored for the tree boy to play with them. He waved his hand, "Go, go, go, you guys, let's play, let me rest for a while."

The elves flapped their little transparent wings and pulled their little hands in strings to fly before his eyes, over the jungle, to the other side of the lake.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on him, and the thin white linen shirt was occasionally floated up and down by the breeze, and then lifted up again. Just like the surface of the lake in his soul, it turns and calms down from time to time, and the calm is slightly regained and ripples.

Yo woo... A clear chirp pierced the silence, and a beautiful white swept from the distant sky.

He reached out and touched the little head of the white bird, and suddenly felt that the palm was also empty. It was as if there was once an incomparable warmth there, something he had never felt but he knew, a feeling that was within reach but never appeared in his memory.

Yo woo... Shiratori rubbed his head against him, and then obediently snuggled up beside him.

A man, a boulder, a phantom, and a bird sat quietly in the moonlight, and there was no sound on the shore of the lake.

The wind blew for an unknown amount of time, he propped up his back leaning on Pangu's 'body', and suddenly exhaled lightly, and the cloth wind bird twisted his little head and looked at him with small eyes on the side.

"What the hell happened to me? I always felt like I was missing something important, something important... But I don't even know what I've lost..."Looking vacantly at the other side of the lake, it seems to him that all the beauty does not exist, and perhaps even himself does not exist!

Yo woo... The bird fluttered its wings and chirped loudly, its long tail wagging in the air.

Pangu slowly stood up with its huge body, and looked at Fusu "her" with its only eye open, and let out a low and hoarse sound.

Fusu looked up at Pangu, "What?" "She" "Who?" "Tree"

... It's been more than two thousand years, Pangu, why haven't you learned to speak!" Fusu lowered his eyes helplessly, and then smiled self-deprecatingly. Scold... Even he doesn't know what he thinks in his heart, how can Pangu know... Really, nothingness... He exhaled a long breath, but there was always an indescribable and inexhaustible accumulation of depression in his chest.

There is no major event in life except life and death, and it is not painful to ask for it. Dead, he's already dead. Love parting, resentment, yes, yes, there were. Now it's all down. Just like the calm and vast lake in front of you, the wind blows ripples and sparkles but there is no trace of undercurrent. What else could he ask for? The life that should have ended a long time ago has been extended, and not only that, but he has also obtained spiritual power that can travel thousands of miles and save people. If such a life is not satisfactory enough, what should this mortal be on the road of 30,000 miles of red dust? Isn't the path of eternal life that my father pursued at this time?

But why, why, when did it begin? I can't remember exactly, but I could only clearly feel that something in my heart seemed to fill the pain that he had once given birth to because of resentment and inconsequential repentance, and when he let go of all the past, the full tenderness suddenly passed away.

He tried to regain that feeling, but found he couldn't do it. He didn't know where that warm tenderness came from, and he didn't know where he was going to find it.

He was like a piece of fragments that had once been scattered and pieced together by a pair of hands, only to have the most important piece of it removed. But he himself didn't know what was being sucked away! The wind, a very gentle wind, was blowing slowly. Flowers suddenly fell from the sky, and the beautiful, pink and delicate flowers fluttered in the air with the breeze.

He looked up, and the wind spirits were invisibly curling flowers in the air, floating to and fro but never falling. He stretched out a hand, and a light, six-petal pink floated in his palm.

Heart, for no reason, I pumped it.

The silver bell-like laughter of the Wind Elves came from the air, very brisk, as if there had never been a trace of trouble. yes, it's the wind, how can it be troubled?!

Flowers interpret words, and wind solves depression. Wouldn't it be great if you could really untie the knot in my heart?!

A sigh. The wind bird spread its wings and circled in the air, and the flowers that were played by the wind elves finally fell.

Oh, yes, it's April in the world, when the peach and willow are in full bloom. The pear-like cherry blossoms danced above his head, one by one, or swirling, or faintly falling, reaching out to catch it, and several tender cherry blossoms fell in the palm of his hand. Small, fragile petals carry a strong breath of life. However, there are no cherry trees in the moonlit woodland, where do these colorful and brilliant flowers come from? He looked at the sky with his blank eyes in confusion, the moonlight was still bright and gentle, the cloth wind jumped up and down as if his heart was very happy, Pangu hugged the algae that hung on his body forever and let out a deep 'um', and the wind elf smiled briskly and brightly... Thoughts flickered. What was flickering? The sky was sprinkled with cherry blossoms again, and he no longer reached out to catch them, but closed his eyes and quietly and carefully felt the slightest thought.

He suddenly had a feeling, very strong and very indifferent. It's as if you know that if you throw a boulder down from a deep ravine, you'll hear a bang. The indifference in the heart must be strong.

As these two extreme contradictions blended seamlessly at this time, emotions rose from the mind, and the heart suddenly beat strongly.

If you find Sakura, he'll find the answer.

Oh, and he knows where to find the cherry blossoms. He got it. Tilting his head, he shouted into the sky, "Thank you, Bufeng." Then he whispered to the formless wind, "Thank you." "And, Pangu, thank you. ”

"Thank you! "The golden light flashed, and in the bright moonlight came a burst of clear birdsong and a low, hoarse laughter...

He didn't know why he was so sure it was here, but the only name that came to his mind was that. Yoyogi Park, Tokyo.

There was no time to hide it, and his appearance attracted the attention of many people, including the girls in student uniforms. But he didn't care about that, his eyes searched the crowd, and he kept walking forward. He didn't even know what he was looking for, but he had a strong feeling in his heart that if he saw it, if he saw the one he had lost, he would recognize it at a glance. His heart, his soul, his mind, everything he has will help him to recover what he lost, the most important thing...

Crowded with people, this pink, white and red fairyland-like world is piled up with people from all over the world and all kinds of skin colors. However, in his eyes, these people were like air, and he could not see them, only the cherry blossoms that were like clouds on the branches.

But he couldn't see people in his eyes, but they were real, he was crowded together by the crowd, like a drop of water flowing into the ocean, being pushed here and there with the vast crowd... I don't know how long I walked, how many people passed through ...

The sunset reflects the clouds and glows for thousands of miles, as if to compete with this colorful scenery of the world. But he didn't want to look at it, so he just looked around in a panic. He was afraid, afraid that he would miss one by accident. It's as if the cherry blossoms will fall overnight...

The glow was about to run out, and his heart sank little by little. He didn't know what he was looking for, he just knew that he hadn't found it yet, he hadn't found it yet...

Yoyogi Park is a huge park with more than 18,000 cherry trees, and it is impossible for anyone to visit them all in one day. He was flustered, he was frightened, he was anxious, he gasped and stopped on the grass where the crowd was fading, closed his eyes and took a long breath to calm his mind. He is no longer flustered, no longer at a loss, no longer afraid, no longer anxious, he feels the breath everywhere, every inch and every wisp...

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked up, and a figure on the grassy slope that was not high had just disappeared. He ran over it, and the ramp was long and not steep. His steps are getting faster and faster...

On the long slope, he paused. Under a tall cherry tree, the figure was talking to the old man below. He didn't know who that back was, but his heart told him. Got it!

The gap whistling with the wind is gone. He didn't lose or forget, he just missed her in time. And now, found it!

The old man left, and the last rays of the sunset fell obliquely. The back stretched out a hand, and a cherry blossom fell into the palm of her hand, and she looked down and sniffed. She turned slowly, the breeze blowing through her black hair. She looked up at him slightly, smiling slightly...

On that day, the most beautiful rainbow in the world appeared in Tokyo in the evening...