Chapter 121 Love is broken with the wind, and Yang accompanies the wind

Time is like a thief, stealing life's choices. Standing in front of this secluded mountain village again, it was an autumn ten years later. As ten years ago, the frost accompanied the moonset, the maple followed the red leaves, and the old city wall in the distance swallowed relentlessly, as if the prosperity of the past had nothing to do with it, and all I was thinking about at this moment was the carefree laughter and joy of my youth.

My arrival seemed to surprise the old owner, he stood in front of the hall, slightly dry hands slightly raised, as if he wanted to pick me up as he did fifteen years ago, but these hands were unwilling to slowly hang down, looking at me from surprise, gradually turned into a loss. "Old, old," he seemed to mutter, the body that was still vigorous because of the practice of martial arts seemed to be much older in an instant, the wind carried the leaves through the hall arrogantly, brushing the old man's trembling shoulders, my heart sank, the scenery around me was still the same as in the past, people, but they couldn't resist the encroachment of time, ten years, in the end, it was not a friendly time.

I don't know where I was born, and I don't know who my parents are, but since I can remember, I have lived in the village of this Yanmen family, studying, practicing martial arts, and playing with my children. As I grew older, I gradually became curious and suspicious about my own background. Once, when I was practicing martial arts, Yan Huafeng, who was good with me, quietly told me that I was an orphan picked up by the monks of the White Horse Temple, and the old owner heard about it when he went to the temple to make incense, so he brought me back. For this reason, I asked the old owner more than once for confirmation, but he kept silent, but I clearly felt that the way he looked at me was full of fetters.

At the age of fifteen, I finally broke out into a long-suppressed dissatisfaction. After some entanglement, I decided to leave, but the old farmer unexpectedly did not keep it, but without saying a word he found a short sword from the house and handed it to me, and took out some coils, and taught me to leave with a dart master who often came to drink tea. Perhaps, for the first time in my life, I felt lonely and helpless. And that short sword is clearly incompatible with the weapons that Yanmen is used to.

Ten years of dart master career let me thoroughly appreciate the cruelty of life, accustomed to the style of food and drink, accustomed to life and death, the days of licking blood with a knife have passion, but more is as if it was destined helpless, until a light rain in the early morning, when the limit controlled the body, I chose to leave.

After a bumpy ride, I finally returned to the past I had said goodbye to, thinking that everything was the same, but I finally understood that under the glamorous appearance, it was full of years of dilapidation. The owner of the village is old, and the friends who grew up together are also handsome and generous, knowledgeable, and strong in martial arts. In the face of me, an uninvited guest, they were a little strange, a little wary, and more of a familiar confusion, with one exception.

As soon as he sat down in the hall, he saw Hua Feng rushing from the courtyard, a long-lost hug, a touch of unfamiliar eyes, and a faint warmth like a rain. When I turned around, the old farmer was smiling, echoing the gorgeous peonies in the hall, and I knew that he was listening to the sound of the reunion. The dishes that night were not rich, but the taste of farewell almost brought me to tears, and after the meal, the whole mountain village did not begin the routine sword practice, and the disciples of the village wandered around the mountain village in twos and threes, and from their faces, I read the tranquility, which melted perfectly in the approaching night.

Hua Feng and I sat on the roof, telling each other about all these years, and at the end, he suddenly pointed to the dark distance: "The day after tomorrow, grandpa is going to the White Horse Temple to make incense, you can accompany him to see the grotto by the way." ”

Grotto, childhood with friends often come here, often unconsciously play until dark, after returning to naturally avoid a punishment, but the child does not remember to eat, the next day still have fun. When we met again ten years later, I was not interested in the dilapidated stone carving. Seeing that I was irritable, the old farmer asked lightly: "Over the years, have you hated me?" I was speechless for a while, and without waiting for me to quibble, he continued to say to himself: "Actually, you and I meet, it is fate, that is not only the fate between you and me, but the fate of the rivers and lakes, just like ......." The old owner's voice became smaller and smaller, difficult to hear, and in the end, only muttered to himself.

Probably I was not destined to be able to be a stable person, returned to the village less than a month, I received a letter from a friend of the dart bureau in Suzhou, he had saved my life when he was walking a dart, and now he has asked me to go. Simply pack up and be the crowd in the village. In order to avoid being entangled, I deliberately concealed the time of my departure, and quietly stepped out of the village gate on a foggy morning, which was no longer young. However, before he arrived at the post house, he heard someone shouting behind him, it was Yan Huafeng. He turned over and dismounted, and handed me a scroll of calligraphy and paintings, which he said had been given to me by the owner, and without waiting for me to ask questions, he disappeared into the fog again, as he had come.

Sitting in the carriage, turning out the scroll, quietly contemplating the open-mindedness or perception of the old farmer walking the rivers and lakes in this life. What he said in front of the grotto, it no longer matters, recalling these years, these stories, these people who come and go, I think, tasting the grievances and grievances in the rivers and lakes, dividing and combining, is what I want to pursue and explore in my future life. Maybe the encounter between people is just a bonfire built because of loneliness, it seems that they hate to see each other late, talk about wine, tell the stories of birth and death, listen to those red faces who are blown old by the wind, you sing the north, I go to the south of the river. A strange feeling shines under the night sky, and even if you go alone, you can touch a little warmth. However, when the wine wakes up, there is no rotting wood, and mourning with whom?

The helplessness of the rivers and lakes lies in the destinedness, and the color of the rivers and lakes lies in the ups and downs. There are thousands of people you will meet in this life, the same words may have to be said thousands of times, the same people may never meet again, and the same mood may always be used to collision and parting. You may continue to move forward, and I may look back, but no matter what, although there is nostalgia, we all write our grievances and hatreds for the next moment of the unknown.

I've heard that people who are floating in the rivers and lakes are generally insecure, and feelings are a person's biggest trouble. With the guidance of masters, only if the heart does not move, can we stand at the top of the rivers and lakes. But after all, I am not a hero who is proud of the rivers and lakes. Close your eyes and listen to the rhythm of the bumps in the carriage and listen to the echoes of life.

"The red glow shadow is soft and bright, the west set the white horse sea, all outside the stone gate, several generations, the dragon cave is short."

Yang Beifeng recalled the previous days, although he was not a hero who was proud of the world, but he lived a happy life, he had a brother and this beloved woman, and now there was only one left of himself, Yang Beifeng shook his head helplessly, and put on the mask that said that he belonged to himself and did not belong to himself, maybe only in this way can he find his true self.