A thin river of smoke, the city is full of wind, and the plum is yellow when it rains. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's the rainy season in Jiangnan again, and the air is filled with moist and sweet smells. On the side of Gusu City, next to the ink washing pool, a bay of clear spring bubbles into the pool, there are several clumps of green bamboo growing at the place where the spring water flows, there is a piano case under the shade, a middle-aged man with a simple face is playing the piano and chanting, and the sound vibrates Lin Yue.

The breeze is gentle, bringing the fragrance of bamboo leaves, and a cardamom girl walks out of the grass house by the spring, wearing a long skirt with lake water green, a pink shoulder veil, a fallen horsetail combed on the top of her head, and a pearl shining in her hair.

The girl's ten fingers are green, holding a sandalwood tray, the tray bears two cups of sweet plum Longjing, the fragrant buds are tender and green, the blue color is gratifying, when the lotus step is lightly moved, the tea soup in the cup ripples slightly, the bamboo forest, the mountain spring, the guqin, the grass house, a white-clothed scribe sits upright and plays the piano, and the daughter who is waiting to be married behind her stands with a smile, making this sunny lazy afternoon become unreal, just like a landscape painting scroll full of thick ink.

"Daddy, the tea is getting cold."

After the middle-aged scribe finished the song, the girl said with a slight annoyance: "Count the hours, the Taoist grandfather is about to come, you haven't taken a break at noon today, can you support your spirit later?" ”

The scribe took the tea handed by his daughter and took a sip slightly: "Daddy has asked someone to go to the city to buy a few fine food and fruits, and you will clean up after a while, and then Yang Li Niu'er will dig out the jar behind the house. ”

While speaking, a clear singing voice sounded, and the person who sang was full of energy, and the sound entered the sky: one day is idle and one day is immortal, and the six gods are harmonious and natural. There is treasure in the dantian to seek the way, and there is no intention to ask Zen about the environment. Live up to the three lights, live up to people, do not deceive God, do not deceive poverty. Someone asked me about the cultivation of the Fa, and only cultivated the heart and cultivated the body.

A tattered long-bearded old man came singing, carrying a yellow gourd in his hand, taking a step, singing a sentence, and taking a sip. I didn't see his steps in a hurry, but he walked a distance of more than ten zhang in just a few breaths, and looked at the slightly blessed girl with a smile: "Bi Tian is still the color of the country and the city, I don't know which blessed son can marry my niece home in the future!" ”

Bi Tian is very familiar with this old Taoist, lightly angry, blushing and stomping his feet: "Grandpa Taoist is still this old and not ashamed appearance, every time he makes fun of Bi Tian, Bi Tian ignores you." ”

Lao Dao laughed, and then sat cross-legged opposite the middle-aged scribe, still not comfortable enough, he didn't avoid the mud and dirt, pillowed his arm on the ground, and handed the gourd to the scribe with his head on his head: "Taste it." ”

The scribe had already seen the surprise, took the gourd and poured a big mouthful, a thick sea smell filled every tiny taste bud, the scribe exhaled happily, and returned the gourd to the old man: "The sky should be the quilt, the earth is the bed, the wind and frost are the stomach, and the sea water makes wine, you have a really pleasant life with an old cow's nose." ”

Lao Dao saw that Bi Tian had gone to Zhang Luo to drink and eat, so he took out nine polished copper coins from his arms, and threw them on the piano table in front of the scribe: "Do you need to re-divinate a hexagram?" ”

The scribe hesitated and stretched out his hand, his fingertips trembled slightly, he didn't choose to touch the copper coin, and there was a hint of bitterness on his face: "Life and death have their own destiny, my life span is over, and it is difficult to change it no matter what." If he forcibly usurps his life against the sky, I am afraid that something bad will happen to Bi Tian, so forget about it. ”

Lao Dao pinched his teeth: "You can see it quite openly, okay, you just have to go back with confidence, Bi Tian naturally has me to take care of it, you should be at ease." ”

When the scribe heard the word "return" from the old man, his eyes suddenly became longing and confused, and he looked up at the clouds at the zenith, and said to himself: "Yes, I have been here for too long, and I can't remember anyone or anything in my hometown, so it's time to go back and see." ”

Lao Dao drank all the seawater in the wine bottle and asked casually: "I know that you come from a far away place, but what is your hometown like?" You once told me that I have never seen a steel monster with four round legs and feet, skyscrapers everywhere, steam machines with infinite strange powers, and a magic weapon that can transmit sound for thousands of miles. ”

The scribe laughed: "Yuan Tiangang, who is a first-class figure in the legendary earth immortals, has there been anything he hasn't seen?" It's so funny, but I won't tell you, so I'll let you stay in this stuffy gourd. Without further ado, we're still drinking bars. ”

Bi Tian walked over at this time, removed the guqin on the desk, and replaced it with some dried fruit preserves, bamboo shoots and black dates, while Li Niu'er, who was honest in the neighbor's house, followed Bi Tian with an urn of wine, pouring wine and vegetables back and forth, for fear that Bi Tian would be tired.

Seeing that Li Niu'er was so attentive to Bi Tian, the scribe and the old man smiled at each other, raised the wine bowl and touched it, and drank it all at once.

The scribe sighed with satisfaction: "When the former Sui Qi was exhausted, I came here alone, I wanted to go to Taiyuan to find the ancestor Li Yuan who was still raising dragon energy, and made a vigorous career in that troubled season, but met Bi Tian's mother on the bank of the West Lake, and since then I have never had the idea of making meritorious contributions. After my beloved wife left, I was already discouraged, but I was afraid that Bi Tian would be lonely, so I survived and lived to this day. Brother Yuan, do you know that in the past 18 years, there has been a moment in my heart that has not been like a knife. Whenever the rain falls on the window lattice, and the reeds and snow are everywhere, no one advises me to add clothes at night, and accompany me to listen to the reed rain all night; No one blows an old flute when I play the harp, and dances in the shadow of the lamp......"

Bi Tian couldn't help but burst into tears on the side, but the scribe raised his head and drank a bowl of wine, put the piano on his lap, slowly plucked the strings, and a drop of clear tears flowed to his cheeks: "White clouds and dogs, fighting and changing stars, decades of trance is like a dream, thinking about it seems to be illusory, only leaving pain and sorrow in vain, and listening to this song "Half a Pot of Yarn", can I tell the boundless desolation in my chest." ”

The sound of the piano is loud, like crying and complaining, Bi Tian closed his eyes and listened quietly, and he still didn't know that his clothes were wet with tears. When the sound of strings crashing came into his ears, Bi Tianfang woke up suddenly from the rhythm, but saw that the guqin was on the ground, but his father had disappeared.

Bi Tian Bingxue is smart, and she has already seen that her father's behavior today is very different, and it is expected that something will happen, although she is sad in her heart, she can barely support it. Bi Tian choked and threw herself into Yuan Tiangang's arms: "Grandpa Taoist, my father ...... him"

Yuan Tiangang caressed Bitian's silky green silk, one hand was still beating on his lap, his face was not wavering, he was not sad or happy, and muttered in his mouth: "Li Jingxuan, Li Jingxuan, you have won the name of 'Mr. Tongtian' in the rivers and lakes, so you have to calculate your own limit, but you can't deduce the complete thing behind you." You forcibly suppressed and changed the fate given to you by the rules of heaven, lived a light life, and left empty, and then left silently, so who should replace the robber who should be in the troubled times? Will someone take your place in your mysterious homeland and fulfill the mission that God has given you? ”