The sky in Kyoto today is still so gray, the thunderclouds floating in the sky above the vice courtyard have already spread out like a straw hat covering the whole Kyoto, the city is full of autumn rain, hazy autumn rain falls, thousands of lights are bright, the whole Kyoto, all seem quiet, are silent in the autumn rain under the bleak sky full of artistic conception.

I have to say that the people of the Tang Dynasty are a little sensual, this sensibility is with that kind of crepe atmosphere, it is the rain bubbles in Kyoto, the green willow color of the inn, you see, countless hypocritical student poets have boarded Qingbo Street, Qingbo Pavilion of Qingbo Lake, they are naturally toasting to the first heavy rain since the beginning of autumn.

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the artistic conception of the late autumn has a slight trace of the longness exclusive to autumn, and the autumn rain has spread in thousands of households.

A young student looked at the hazy autumn rain and was about to say something but saw a black light, the light was so dark, as black as a night, so even in this slightly gloomy haze, it seemed so clear.

The student looked at the black light that disappeared in an instant, bowed his head and muttered: "Autumn is coming overnight, and the new rain is fine in the autumn city."

At this thought, all the people looked up, and they saw the light that was as black as the night, and before they could sigh that the light was so dark that the night had disappeared into the sky.

As soon as they looked up, the student who muttered in his mouth slapped the folding fan in his hand and said with a smile: "Ten thousand people are looking for the dust, and they can't be seen at night." ”

Not bad

Good poetry

So the student on the side of the schoolboy put forward the pen and ink, began to study the ink, the ink naturally to write, he wrote is a wild grass, with a slight hint of chic coquettishness, the night into the autumn, the artistic conception of looking for the night without a trace of the flying engraved to the hand of the white fan, he did all this he seemed very happy.

This is what happened in Kyoto, belonging to the artistic conception of the Tang Dynasty, of course, this also belongs to feelings, thousands of people from the red dust to see the night but do not know why the night galloped away, can understand the night of the people in Kyoto naturally there are people, such as the two elders in the sky.

One person drinks tea, one person drinks, it seems out of place, but two people can clink glasses of tea and drink, this alternative looks quite flavorful.

Drinking is naturally no better than a tea drinker, so after three glasses in a row, he waved his hand and signaled to stop for a moment.

"This Houkui tea was supposed to be sipped slowly, but you, the drinker, are so refreshing, I have to accompany you. ”

"I'm from the Tang Li family, no one drinks and drinks! Calling you to change to drink spirits but you don't do it, it's also a disappointment. ”

As soon as he said this, the two of them looked up at the building, and saw a dark night that disappeared in the haze of the autumn rain.

Seeing that the old man who was drinking was a little unhappy, although there was a strong heat in his heart, he poured the wine and took another sip, maybe the wine was too strong, so he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"It's a shame to make such an unpleasant gesture. ”

The old man who was drinking snorted coldly, pointed to the distance and said, "Doesn't he know what knife he is holding?"

"What's the use of holding a knife?"

"That knife belongs to Taizong, it belongs to my eldest brother's knife! If he comes with a knife, who will not listen to my order?"

"Why do you think so much in a day, you old man who is about to die? Young people have young thoughts, and people in heaven have measure. ”

The old man who drank tea said the word "proportion", and naturally it was also to tell the old man who drank that he was measured, so you should rest assured.

Yes, the old man who drank alcohol was not only angry because the young man with the knife did not come to him, but the fear of Tianxing was the thing he cared about the most.

I don't know if it's because of the word "old man is dying", the old man who was drinking looked very irritable, and even a little annoyed, he said: "You are no better than me, and you have one foot in the coffin." ”

He did not refute this sentence, so he continued to taste tea, and then smiled: "What if you are old, what if you are old? This world is their world after all, and we will eventually pass away when we are old, and we can only watch all this in the depths of the starry sky." ”

It may be that the tea drinker is too calm and too relaxed, so the drinker also slowly retracts his slightly irritable mood.

The rain with a little cold autumn color blew into the building along the autumn mood, blown into the wine, blown into the tea, and the two didn't know what they were thinking.

This kind of quietness seemed to dislike the drinker, and he said, "When will our soot master still serve old age?" You must know that the inheritance of your Si Ming Pavilion has not yet been settled, and it would not have been possible if you had gone earlier. ”

Speaking of the word inheritance, he looked up again while drinking tea, and then looked towards a place in the south.

Looking in the direction he was looking, the drinker was slightly amazed, and then stopped talking, and the two of them began to create the quietest place in Kyoto at this time.

The repeated scene, the repeated artistic conception, the repeated autumn rain blowing into the cup, the difference is that this time it is the tea drinker who speaks.

He smiled and said, "Mingzong, remember why I named it Ash back then?"

"The first wisp of smoke born in the world is returned to the last trace of dust in the red dust. He said impatiently: "This sentence, you have asked me to repeat it countless times in this life, and you are still happy with this game."

The first wisp of cooking smoke, the last trace of dust, this description is a little inexplicable, but it has been experienced in him, he is the great Si Ming Pavilion's soot, knows the meaning of heaven and earth, and understands the mortal world.

The smoke of the cooking is life, and the dust is death.

The great priest is the meaning of life and death tomorrow, so the name of soot is perfect for him.

He heard what he said about the meaning of soot, smiled casually, looked at the slightly gloomy Kyoto, saw the ten thousand people in the world who raised their heads, saw the young man in the Qingbo Pavilion who was raising a pen and ink on the white fan, and saw the ten thousand people looking at the red dust, looking for the night and sighing slightly, yes, if it is at this time, looking for the night, when will you find the trace of the night?

Not only is that night gone, but there are many indescribable meanings in it, although it is clear in my heart, it seems to be less artistic conception and more hypocritical when I say it, and this night seems to be opened one day.

The gaze of the Great Priest was tilted upwards, through the thick clouds like ink, and saw the darkness in the stars, and the night that belonged to the apocalypse.

The night was so dark that even he couldn't see what was behind it, or should I say it, what was the world behind the night, and what did he want to do with the world he was?

This kind of thing is actually very simple to figure out, so there is a hint of depth in his eyes that have been flat.

He really likes Houkui tea, so he felt that he should take another sip of tea before speaking, and then he said, "Mingzong, let's make a bet." ”

"Oh?

Soot stood up and looked south, that place was Baihua Lane, it was the deputy courtyard, but if his gaze was accurate, it should be the backyard of the deputy courtyard, the book building in the backyard, the compartment on the top floor of the study building, the compartment where he often went to rest and taste books.

He said, "Bet on him." ”