(Cat flutter Chinese) Sixth floor.

Qiuqiu was a little surprised, looking at everything calm and soothing in front of her.

She saw a peaceful village, the sun was about to set, and the people walking on the road seemed to be in a hurry.

A man walked past Qiuqiu, carrying a large straw basket full of pigweed.

Is this still in the tower?

Qiuqiu followed the man and walked forward.

The village is not large, the houses are sparse, the tired birds are returning to their nests, and the smoke of cooking is curling from the chimneys. A bend of water went around the front of the village, and there were several large protruding stones on the water, which had been polished so smooth that it was evident that people passed over them day by day, and used them as footsteps.

The man in front of him strode over the stone, and Qiuqiu raised his head. There were two crows hovering overhead, and their nests should be at the back of the village.

People don't like crows, but crows often nest near people.

Maybe it's because it's so easy to find food.

Qiuqiu suddenly felt that the scene in front of her was a little familiar.

The small bridge and flowing water, the withered vines and old trees, the crows, seem to have read before.

At the time, I didn't quite understand why it was written as a faint crow, but now it seems that the person who wrote the lyrics may have seen this scene at this moment.

At the moment of sunset.

No, it's not.

She didn't feel familiar because she had read a similar sentence before.

Qiuqiu saw the person in front of her walk into a courtyard.

A woman in the door asked him what he said, and he said, "I'll go back tomorrow." ”

The courtyard door was closed.

Qiuqiu stood outside the door, looking at the lacquer-colored wooden door that had long been unable to see clearly.

The door was sturdy, and it was supposed to be brown lacquer, but the paint peeled away from the wind and rain, revealing the dull wood inside.

Qiuqiu turned her head. There is a date tree next to the door.

She remembered what this place was.

The reason why it looks familiar is because she used to live here.

This is her hometown, a very small place called Chenjia Village.

Even Qiuqiu doesn't quite remember the name of the place.

She didn't know why she saw this on the sixth floor, it was supposed to be the place she remembered.

The sixth layer may be a fantasy, the illusion is born from the heart, and what she sees may not be 100% real, but the scene she imagines.

But this imagination is based on reality after all.

Qiuqiu walked into the courtyard.

There are five rooms in total, three on the east side and two on the west side of the house are older. It also appears low. There is also a stove room on the east side near the courtyard wall, in which a fire is burning for cooking, and although there is a chimney, there is still a lot of smoke wafting out along the door of the stove room.

Qiuqiu stood at the door of the stove room.

She saw her mother, standing by the stove. The lid of the cauldron was lifted, and a large stream of hot white gas rose. The stove room was filled with smoke. The smell of burnt firewood and grass and the faint sweet smell of rice soup when it is cooked. A girl and a half was sitting on a low stool in front of the stove, stirring the fire in the hearth with a burning stick.

That's Qiuqiu's sister.

The light of the fire in the hearth made her little face flush and her eyes sparkle. The hair on the forehead may have been curled up slightly by the heat of the flames because of the proximity to the fire, and fluttered in front of the forehead.

Qiuqiu thought she had forgotten all this.

But it seems that she still remembers, and even some small details are not missed.

The mother began to serve the meal. My sister helped serve the bowls.

It was getting dark, it was better outside, and it was darker inside.

In order to save oil and wax on the lamp, the family set a table directly in the courtyard to eat. I finished the dinner by the last light of day. And a cat came from nowhere,

My sister secretly fed the chewed cake to the cat.

My mother saw it, but she pretended not to see it, and she didn't train her.

My mother always said that cats can't be fed, and when they are fed, they don't catch mice, and they are lazy.

In this peaceful farmhouse picture, there is no Qiuqiu.

Qiuqiu was just a bystander.

She broke through the first few floors of the tower, some smooth, some difficult. The fifth layer is a little difficult, but the sixth layer is such a peaceful memory picture.

Qiuqiu didn't know where the secret to breaking the formation was.

She wasn't in a hurry to find it.

After dinner, there was nothing else to do, some people brought stools to the top of the trees in the middle of the village to chat, and some were ready to go to bed early.

My sister fetched a basin of water to wash her face and feet. Soak your feet in the hot water and gently kick the splash.

The mother took the comb, spread her hair apart, gently combed her, and then braided it.

If she hadn't left, she would have lived like this, right?

So peaceful, peaceful, and undisturbed.

There are fathers and mothers, brothers, and sisters...... There is such a home, and the jujube tree in front of the door, in the autumn will bear a lot of dates, and the neighbors' children will come to steal the dates, so you have to keep an eye on them, they are not afraid to eat secretly, but you must prevent them from beating things with rods and spoiling things.

But all this was far away from her.

Without Qiuqiu, they are still doing well.

They don't live in this yard anymore, and the guards say that they have moved to the town, and their lives should be much richer than they used to be.

My sister is also married, and my brother must have already become a relative, and maybe he has children.

It may be a good life, but she's taken a different path.

The people in the house fell asleep, and the courtyard fell into the silence of the night.

Qiuqiu turned around and left the courtyard.

She walked forward step by step, without looking back.

There was the sound of the wind behind him, whistling across the field, the sound of emptiness.

She also wanted to go back and look at the past again.

It wasn't until she came to the end and there was no way out that Qiuqiu stopped.

Huo'er stuck out her tongue and licked her cheek, its tongue was a little rough and a little cold.

Could it also know that she was feeling a little lost and was comforting her?

Qiuqiu touched its little head: "I'm fine." ”

The world in front of me gradually brightened, and there was light to dispel the darkness, like seeing the sunrise at the dawn of darkness.

But Qiuqiu knew it wasn't sunrise.

A figure appeared in front of her.

Qiuqiu was in a trance, and then she immediately waved her hands as a salute: "Senior Shang." ”

The person standing in front of him turned out to be Shang Zhen.

It's a coincidence. Or was it because she had been thinking about Shang Zhen's predecessors that she really saw her?

Is this still an illusion?

Shang Zhen nodded and beckoned to her.

"Come on."

Qiuqiu stepped forward and stood beside Shang Zhen.

The pen in Shang Zhen's hand was dipped in ink and swayed out of thin air.

The inkblots fell on the snow-white paper, like a dripping spring rain. Mountains, stones, flowers, and grass appeared on the paper.

The traces of light ink, but it looks so real.

"I picked up a pen for the first time. It's a flower. Master said that when the flower blooms, it will fail, and I want to keep it for a long time, for fear that I will forget it in the future. Shang Zhen said, "I remember what that flower looks like, and all I think about is it." People say it doesn't look like it, but I know it's the one. ”

Shang Zhen spoke. The hand did not stop.

"For a long time afterward, Master was disappointed in me. She felt that I had wasted all my bones. But he learned nothing. I myself was ashamed, I hid and didn't want to see people, and my fellow disciples all went to the trial cave, but I didn't go, I knew that I was dragging my feet when I went. I'm alone with a pen and scribbling, drawing whatever comes to mind. I feel that I can't go on like this, not only has it been a waste of Master's hard work, but what can I do in the future? But as soon as I started drawing, I forgot all these things. In my heart, I only have ...... painting."

Shang Zhen said softly: "But then I became the head of the seventh peak, not to mention that others were surprised, even I couldn't think of it." ”

"How do I do it? What can I do? Don't take this position and do nothing. ”

"At that time, the peak master, that is, my senior brother, told me that there are thousands of paths to cultivate, and it is not necessarily wrong to take the road that no one has walked before." Shang Zhen smiled slightly and whispered: "Actually, I secretly liked Senior Brother in my heart at that time, but I never dared to tell Senior Brother." Wait until later...... If you miss the opportunity, you won't come back, and it's useless to regret it. ”

Her eyes are pure, her smile is playful, although she is a senior, Qiuqiu looks at her like her own peers.

Although this senior has achieved extraordinary achievements and finally ascended to enlightenment, her temperament has probably been as innocent as a child from beginning to end, and has never changed.

"I've always felt sorry, I haven't done anything for my fellow disciples, and I have taken on the position of this palm peak in vain." Shang Zhen looked a little distressed: "The current trouble is caused by me, but I still don't know how to deal with it." ”

Qiuqiu still can't be sure whether it is Shang Zhen's memory or a phantom who is talking to her.

"Senior Shang, it may be a bit presumptuous for me to ask this, you ...... now"

Shang Zhen smiled and said, "This is a piece of divine consciousness that I left behind. ”

Qiuqiu felt that Shang Zhen was somewhat similar to herself in some ways.

She also became a palm peak out of nowhere, and she also didn't know what she could do.

Sometimes Qiuqiu also feels that she sits very weakly in this position of palm peak. If someone else comes, it will definitely be better than her.

But now there is a reference - it turns out that the seventh peak once had predecessors who were just as confused as her.

As soon as she found out about this, Qiuqiu suddenly felt confident.

Since Senior Shang can do it, then she can definitely do it.

"These people are here for the secret treasures of the exercises that their predecessors may have left behind, and they all want to realize and ascend like their predecessors."

Shang Zhen thought for a moment: "I don't have that kind of thing left, but even if I tell them, they won't believe it, right?" ”

Qiuqiu nodded.

Shang Zhen frowned: "Why is there such a group of people looking for trouble?" It's been so long. ”

Yes, Qiuqiu also thinks.

It's been so long.

Why didn't these people come early or late, but they came out at this time? (To be continued.) Cat flutter Chinese