I was about to open my mouth to continue asking, but I looked at the wine in my hand and swallowed the question back into my stomach.

"Haha, adapt quickly," Lu Shu would bow his head slightly when he laughed, his hair covering his eyes, and he looked no different from an ordinary girl, "You human beings have a different definition of their own life than we do, for you, from the first cry to the last breath, only a few decades, you have already completed the journey of life." ”

I nodded.

Here, life is a different definition. It spoke in a very soft voice, like a good night before going to bed, "Because of the definition of space and time, life has width and length, but Newyang Mountain, as a resting place of life, has no concept of space and time, in your opinion, this is a chaotic space, which is to let every life walk here, can gallop freely." After saying this, the girl in front of me looked up at me and said nothing.

“... I didn't understand... What does it mean that life is free?"

This answer has to be exchanged for another story. Lu Shu said, and pointed to the wine glass.

"Hey... Well," I said, "the next story is about a fox who loves music." ”

Drinking the wine in front of me, I began to reminisce.

"One night a fox came to visit, dressed in a suit and bow tie, and very polite in his speech and manners," I said, "and he wanted me to write a letter to his friend, who was originally a guitarist in an orchestra, but playing music was too expensive, and he was so embarrassed that he had to leave the orchestra and become a teacher at a children's music school." ”

Lu Shu didn't ask any questions this time, just listened quietly.

But he didn't forget his musical dream, every night after class, he would play the piano in the classroom by himself, suddenly one day, he saw a fox outside the window listening to him play intently, at first he didn't care, but the fox would appear outside the window on time almost every night, he was very happy to have an audience who could understand his music, even if it was a fox. ”

"A good literary fox. ”

Then one day he opened the window and invited the fox into the classroom, and the fox was not afraid of him, and that night he played many tunes, and the fox shook his tail to the beat of his music, and seemed to be enjoying it, and at the end of the day, the fox spoke, and told him that in a basement not far away, there was a small sum of money, and it was gone. I said, "The man looked at the place suspiciously, and sure enough, there were a few hundred dollars, which was not much, but he was still very grateful to the fox." ”

"Fortune... Fox. ”

"Haha, so to speak," I laughed, "the guitarist reached a tacit agreement with the fox, he played the piano to him, he told him where to make money, the fox can understand the man's music, he told the guitarist not to be satisfied with the status quo, but to go to a bigger place, the guitarist asked if there was any way to make money while learning music, and the fox suggested that he use the money he had to invest in cotton." ”

"What does learning music have to do with cotton?" Lu Shu laughed after speaking, "Okay, I'll drink." ”

Although the guitarist was a little hesitant, he chose to believe the fox because the information the fox gave him every time was extremely accurate, and as a result, the cotton rose sharply that year, and he made a lot of money, enough for him to make music without thinking about his livelihood for several years. I said, "Then he went to the big city, and from the most basic studies, he finally joined a very famous orchestra, and the fox followed him from city to city, and he would leave a ticket for the fox every time he performed." ”

"He has not forgotten the kindness of the fox and is a good man. ”

"It's easy for humans to lose themselves if they're in the spotlight for too long," I said, "and the guitarist is getting more and more successful and busy, and all kinds of gigs and events come to his door, and he has less and less time to talk to the fox about music, and finally one day, he finds that the fox hasn't come to see his show." ”

Lu Shu's eyes were full of questions, but he couldn't help but ask questions.

The guitarist was a little worried, but soon forgot about the fox because of other things, his fans grew, and the brands that came to him for endorsements also increased, and slowly, he began to have no time to make music. I paused and found that Lu Shu was not fooled, so I could only continue to speak.

He also got older year by year, and within a few years, he was replaced by young and handsome guitarists. I said, "Accustomed to that radiant life, he suddenly fell to the bottom, and then he remembered that his original intention was to make music well, he left the orchestra, and also left the big city, returned to his hometown, and became a music teacher again, but he will not play the piano again except during class." ”

"It's a shame. Lu Shu said.

The guitarist regretted it, but there was no chance for him to start over, and one night just after class, he suddenly remembered that he had met the fox here, and he played the piano while reminiscing about all these years, and when he burst into tears, the fox appeared in front of him again. ”

"What Fox has always loved is his music. ”

"That's right, they became friends because of their love for music, and when the music was gone, the fox disappeared, and when the music came back to him, the fox came back to him. I said, "He went back to the life of teaching during the day and playing the piano for the fox at night, and then the fox asked him if he wanted to go for another interview, and he rejected the fox, for him now, music is important, and so is life." ”

"But you said that the fox came to you to help him write a letter, did they separate again?"

"There is nothing special in the fox's letter, just a reminiscence of the two of them over the years," I said, "according to the fox, the guitarist often held small performances in the local area, and the venues were full, but he still taught calmly and played the piano happily as if nothing had happened, until he died at the age of 80." ”

"......" Lu Shu didn't expect this result.

"After all, human life is limited, and it is enough for this guitarist to have dreams that he is willing to fight for, and to have friends who will never leave him," I said, "and it is a blessing to be able to have such a rich experience as a guitarist, and the fox came to me after his death, and told me what he wanted to say all these years, and when he left, he was going to leave the letter." Because it has heard that if it burns what it wants to say with fire, it can be passed on to the heavenly souls. ”

By the time I finished telling the story, Lu Shu was already a little drunk, and its eyes were red and silent for a long time, until the sky began to turn white.

"It's dawn," it said, "if only every night could go by so quickly." ”

"Isn't it time for me to ask questions?" I said.

Lu Shu stood up, "That's enough, leave more stories to tell me later, after all, the nights are too long and cold, and it will be much easier to have a story." It walked to the edge of the rock, "All the answers you want, are in the grassland below." ”

As we spoke, the sky grew brighter and brighter, and the sun showed its head, casting a veil of pale gold over the world, illuminating beneath the rocks that could not be seen in the night.

"Welcome to the Land of Lushu. ”