Ancient streets, bluestone ancient roads.

Ye Bei was wearing a white shirt, the girl was standing on one side, and the two walked slowly.

The sky is full of stars, and the catkins are flying.

On the streets, many people carry red lanterns and laugh and laugh.

However, when those tourists saw Ye Bei and the girl, they all looked sideways, but the two of them didn't care about it.

"Sir, did you come to this ancient town to find someone?" The girl's voice murmured.

"Not really." Ye Bei's voice was very soft.

The girl wondered, "The coachman and you seem to know each other, and he said so." ”

"Some people are looking for people, some people are waiting for people, and some people are just quietly watching the changes in the world and feeling that things are right and wrong!" Ye Bei opened his mouth, with a hint of vicissitudes in his voice.

"So, sir, which one do you belong to?" The girl asked.

Ye Bei: "None of them. ”

"Sir, you are so young, could it be that you have seen through this red dust?" The girl's brows furrowed slightly.

Ye Bei shook his head lightly: "Hongchen is not used to see through, but to see!" ”

"I don't quite understand." The girl put her hands behind her back, her index fingers hooked together.

Ye Bei whispered: "It's right if you don't understand." ”

"Well, sir, where are you going after that?" The girl asked.

Ye Bei was silent for a few seconds: "Maybe be a fortune teller, maybe be a teacher who imparts knowledge, or maybe be an ordinary layman, find a thatched house, read books, raise flowers, and experience four different landscapes in spring, summer, autumn and winter." ”

"I also thought about it, just find someone I love, and then live a mediocre life." The girl's eyes were gloomy, and the hand behind her back was slowly withdrawn, swaying with the pace.

"Can you find it?" Ye Bei asked lightly.

The girl's cheeks were bright red, and she thought for a few seconds: "I have found it, but I am gone again." ”

"You're too vague." Ye Bei shook his head.

The girl grinned and showed a sweet smile: "I know much better than you, you speak profoundly, you are so young, but you always look indifferent, every sentence has to make people think for a long time." ”

"Really?" Ye Bei's pace paused slightly.

The girl looked sideways: "Of course, you didn't notice it yourself, did you?" ”

"Well, maybe!" Ye Bei replied.

The speed of the girl's steps met: "Recently, a lot of things have happened in the ancient town, and after today, I'm afraid I will never go to work in the Xianghe Restaurant again, and maybe I will leave the city." ”

"Where are you going?" Ye Bei came with some interest.

The girl pondered for a few seconds: "I will probably go on a trip and see the world." ”

"yes, it's time to take a good look." Ye Bei nodded, with a hint of sigh in his voice, and his eyes became more profound.

"Hmm." The girl hummed softly, and her steps stopped, next to which was a handmade wood shop with a closed door, and on the vernal equinox today, the new red lanterns were hung high, but the light inside was not lit up, and it looked like there was a lot of loneliness.

"Arrived?" Ye Bei also stopped, stood with his hands in his hands, and his white shirt swayed gently in the night wind.

The girl stood in front of the handmade wood art shop, the corners of her mouth were slightly curved, revealing two white teeth, and she nodded slightly: "Hmm! Here, sir, thank you for sending me back, and if so, I think we'll see each other again! ”

With that, the girl turned around, took out a quaint key from her pocket, and slowly inserted it into the rust-stained iron lock by the light of the ancient street.

Click......

There was a crisp sound, and the lock was opened.

Ye Bei stood on the street with his hands in his hands, watching quietly.

"Sir, I'm in, then?"

The ancient wooden door was slowly pushed open, and the light inside was dim, only a candle was burning, but standing at the door, Ye Bei could still clearly see all kinds of small figures and animal statues in the room, each of which was lifelike and exquisite.

"Good!"

Ye Bei just looked at it simply, muttering softly.

The girl showed a faint smile on her face, stepped into the wood art shop, and waved her hand lightly at Ye Bei.

Chirping......

Then the girl gently closed the door again.

However, when there was only the last tiny crack left in the wooden door, Ye Bei looked at the girl in the white dress of the Tang Dynasty and spoke again: "Miss! Ever seen one? ”

The voice was not loud, but the voice still reached the girl's ears clearly.

Through the crack in the door, Ye Bei saw the girl's hand stop when he closed the door.

"Perhaps, it's just similar!" The girl's voice came softly.

Creak......

The next moment, the door of the wood art shop creaked and all closed.

Ye Bei stood on the street......

Those tourists, back and forth, kept shuttling around him, and the surrounding scenery changed again and again.

Ye Bei watched quietly like this!

Time passes.

The streets gradually became quieter.

The proprietors of those shops also yawned, and the joy in their eyes turned into exhaustion, and they began to close their doors one after another.

However, Ye Bei's was still standing, and his thoughts quietly drifted into the distance with the dwindling number of tourists on the street.

On that day, a young man in white, idle clouds and wild cranes, passed through a small village.

In the middle of the village, there is an unmanned prayer hall, in which there is a prayer cylinder, the incense mist is around, the young man on a whim, brushing his shirt, sitting on the puff mat, gently turning the prayer cylinder.

The voice drifted away.

A boy who was playing outside poked his head out, quite curious, and asked softly, "Are you overdoing this?" ”

The boy shook his head: "It's just waiting for someone!" ”

The boy was thoughtful, but unpredictable, and scratched his head: "Then how long have you waited?" ”

"A few reincarnations."

Young young answer.

The boy was puzzled and left.

The boy also put down the prayer cylinder...... With his hands behind his back, he wore a white shirt and continued to travel.

The time in the ancient street always flies very quickly.

After a long time, when all the tourists on the street left, leaving only Ye Bei alone, he came back to his senses from his thoughts, looked away from the wooden door, looked into the distance, and chanted in a low voice: "On that day, I closed my eyes in the incense mist of the scripture hall, and suddenly heard the mantra in your chant; That month, I shook all the prayer cylinders, not for excess, but to touch your fingertips; ”

Dressed in a white shirt, the pace is very slow.

When all the poems were recited, Ye Bei's figure returned to the gallery at No. 32 Ancient Street.

The sky is getting brighter, and a round of sunrise quietly, hangs on the horizon again!

A car, on the ancient street that had just woken up, sped past and went straight to the gallery.

(A poem I particularly like, first send out the full text: That day, I closed my eyes in the incense mist of the scripture hall, and suddenly heard the mantra in your chant; That month, I shook all the prayer cylinders, not for excess, but to touch your fingertips; That year, kowtow on the mountain road, not for the audience, but for your warmth; In that life, turning mountains and rivers and turning pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the way; In that month, I turned all the warp cylinders lightly, not for excess, but for touching your fingerprints; That year, I kowtowed and hugged the dust, not for the Buddha, but for your warmth; In that life, I searched the 100,000 mountains, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the road; It's just that on that night, I forgot everything, abandoned my faith, and gave up reincarnation, just because the rose that once wept in front of the Buddha had long lost its old luster - Cangyang Gyatso. ）