Thou hast become the wind, and thou hast been by my side. I close my eyes and hear your whispers, and you say, you will always be there, as long as I don't open my eyes to find it.

They walked on, over countless mountains, over countless rivers, and met countless people.

The red fox has forgotten the end of the monk, because they always keep walking, and the red fox only knows that the monk will not be able to reach the west today, and tomorrow will be too.

Occasionally, the red fox would think of this incident and ask the monk, "How far is your western sky?" ”

"It's still far away......," the monk always smiled, "what, are you tired?" ”

"No!" Red Fox shook his head, "I'm not tired with you." ”

The red fox often takes on a human form and follows the monk, or simply puts his arm around him.

Someone will see this pair of close people, and then point at the monk, and the red fox asks, "They all say that you are a bad monk, aren't you angry?" ”

The monk said: "I keep walking, they are just a passerby to me, and I will never see them again, so why bother?" ”

"Oh!" The red fox smiled happily.

"But ......"

"What's wrong?"

"You lean on me like this, it's inconvenient for me to walk......"

"No matter!"

……

"Monk, how far is your western sky?"

"It's still a long way off!" The monk smiled, "What's wrong?" Are you tired? ”

The monk's face was already wrinkled, and his cloudy eyes looked at the red fox.

The red fox was dressed in red, supporting the monk who could no longer straighten his waist.

"It's far away."

……

Zui Yong Court is the largest restaurant on this street.

The pedestrians downstairs were in a hurry, and the laughter of people came from the drunken pavilion, and the sound of pushing cups and changing lamps was endless.

A beautiful woman in a purple skirt, gently shaking a fan, she stood in the attic and looked at the pedestrians downstairs, for a long time, everything was as usual, she couldn't help but sigh slightly: "These ordinary people don't have half of the fun." ”

However, a light flashed into her eyes.

She tilted her head to look.

There was an old monk in the crowd, dressed in white, white and glowing, spotless.

There is nothing unusual about the monks passing by.

What is strange is that the monk is held by a little girl in red, quiet white, lively fiery red, the conflict between the two colors is too great for vision.

The old monk is probably in his old age, and his old face is full of deep wrinkles. And the little girl in red is only seventeen or eighteen years old, the granddaughter of a monk? No! Where did the monk's granddaughter come from? Maybe it's a monk who is halfway through the monk! It may also be a kind-hearted little girl, seeing that the old monk has difficulty moving, she felt pity and gave him a ride......

The girl in purple thought like this, and suddenly smiled: "Why are you thinking about it so much, it seems that I am really boring......"

But the girl in purple frowned again: "Why does this little girl in red look so familiar...... No, such a beautiful girl, if you have seen it before, you must have an impression......"

"Purple Ring! Grandma! It's been a day in the attic, and it's time to come down! If you continue to play like this, I won't be able to open this drunken pavilion......" An old woman's voice came from downstairs.

Zihuan frowned: "It's annoying." ”

Then he replied loudly: "Here it is, here it is!" ”

The red fox helped the monk and suddenly pointed to the drunken attic, which was already empty.

"Monk! Drunken Pavilion! ”

"Hmm."

"The first time I came to the world, what I saw was the Drunken Pavilion."

"The first time I saw you, it was in your illusion, and it was also the Drunken Pavilion."

"I was in that attic, and I saw a woman in red—the way I am now......"

"Hmm."

"We've been walking for so long, and what we see is still the Drunken Pavilion."

"Maybe it's because there's only the Drunken Pavilion in the world." The monk smiled slightly.

"Nope." The red fox shook his head firmly, "And you." ”

"Little fox." The monk looked at the west, "My end is almost here." ”

"Yes...... Isn't this the place where we set out? ”

Zihuan walked lazily, and there were men around him who kept casting fiery eyes. Zihuan pursed her lips disapprerovingly, as the most beautiful woman in the Drunken Pavilion, the woman that many men dream of, but her life is extremely boring.

"Seems to understand why they want to get out of here desperately."

Zihuan looked at the portraits on the wall, and all of them in the portraits were beautiful women with national colors and fragrances, all of whom were once known as the first beauties of the Drunken Yong Pavilion.

They live a life of luxury and chic, but most of them choose to leave, she didn't know why before, but now she seems to know the answer.

"Alas!" Zihuan stroked the beauty in the portrait, "Compared to this kind of life, freedom is what you want to have......

Zihuan was suddenly stunned, and a wonderful sensation burst from his fingertips, as if the blood in his whole body had stopped flowing.

Zihuan looked at the beautiful face on her fingertips, wasn't it the little girl in red downstairs?

In the portrait, she is still dressed in red, smiling lightly...... Is she alive in the painting? This portrait of an extremely old history overlaps perfectly with the little girl downstairs......

The purple-ringed ghost ran out of the drunken pavilion and looked around, but there were only anxious and hurried pedestrians outside the door, and there was no figure of the old monk and the little girl......