A group of people ate in great silence. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Originally, Su Changbai's position was vacant, and a pair of dishes and chopsticks were placed.

Even if he was gone, there was a place for him, as if he had never left.

No one tasted the saltiness of the dish, so much so that the bamboo shoots were all salted, the sugar lilies mixed with chili peppers were not eaten, and the fish fried in the forest was half pasted and half raw.

After all, he is an old man for a moment, and his mind is no longer on cooking, and some mistakes will inevitably go wrong in the food he makes. The person who eats is not on the meal, so there is no problem with eating.

There was no talking, only the occasional sound of chopsticks picking up vegetables, and everyone just ate symbolically.

I don't know when I ate this meal, everything was cold, and I didn't eat much. After withdrawing the meal, Mei Ruoxue went to make tea, and almost fell while walking, after all, she was old. She poured it for everyone, and there was an extra one.

The tea also gradually cooled, and not many people drank it.

Gradually, everyone was already extremely tired, Mei Ruoxue sighed, and said softly: "Let's disperse, rest early." ”

Ding Xiang and Jiang Yao originally wanted to send the two elders to their respective rooms, but Mei Ruoxue and Lin Zi shook their heads, saying that the two of them had something to say.

The younger generation is scattered, and only Mei Ruoxue and Lin Zi are left here, leaving these two people who are old in an instant.

"Are you going back?"

Mei Ruoxue asked softly.

Lin Zi was already blind, looked at the nothingness in front of him in a daze, and said: "Stay here, and if you die in the future, you will be buried next to him, but I don't know if he dislikes it, and he will probably be buried far away from him." ”

Then there was silence.

In fact, in this world, only rivals in love can understand what your feelings are for a person.

No one would have thought that in the end, Mei Ruoxue and Lin Zi would become each other's pillars, supporting each other so that they would not die immediately. Looking at each other, although there is still a trace of unpleasantness in their hearts, they can finally recall Su Changbai, which is the only thought.

The night was silent, and the two men, who were not old and old, sat quietly, thinking almost exactly the same thing.

Shaohua is fleeting, more than 40 years.

Since seeing Su Changbai many years ago, these two people can no longer tolerate other people in their hearts.

Now, Su Changbai is dead, and the things they have pursued all their lives are gone, and they are immediately old.

In the same way, the rest of their lives are not long, so they can live here quietly. At the very least, there is Su Changbai's breath here, and Su Changbai can still be sensed in the last time.

A person's life is really fragile, and it ends with a light touch, and it is really cherished.

......

Ding Xiang and Jiang Yao lived together, and they also had their own thoughts in their hearts, and they mourned Su Changbai in their own ways.

The two didn't communicate much, just occasionally said something irrelevant.

The night was stretching, and the two of them didn't fall asleep for a long time.

......

Since waking up, Shen An has been in the corner, and he is the most silent character.

He kept his hands down and his head slightly bowed, as if he had confessed his sins, and he didn't dare to look at his master until the last moment, and then lowered his head again.

In any case, he stabbed Shizun in the back, even if Shizun didn't care, everyone didn't care, and he himself had to care.

Shizun once said that he was still the senior brother of Qingyun Mountain, and said that he wanted to live like Shen An.

Then, Shen An must live as Shen An.

It's just that this time will have to be delayed a bit, at least three years later.

Three years of filial piety.

After that, he will live like himself again, otherwise he will feel guilty, and no amount of truth and persuasion can erase the guilt in his heart.

lived quietly in Qingyun Mountain for three years and took good care of this piece of bamboo.

......

His mind was still blank, he didn't know what he should do, Wang Shi walked stiffly, lying stiffly on the bed, unable to sleep, and didn't want to fall into that struggling dream again.

Zhao Wenqi stood outside the door of the little junior brother, knocked on the door, didn't say anything, and walked outside.

There was a tacit understanding between the two, and there was no need to say anything, Wang Shi followed.

Coming to the top of a mountain near Qingyun Mountain, Zhao Wenqi sat down.

There was still some water on the stones at the top of the mountain, and the stones were cold and cold, but he sat down without care. These trivial things are really not worth caring about.

Wang Shi didn't care either, and sat directly on the side.

"It's a little cold. Zhao Wenqi exhaled a big breath, and his body trembled. Without spiritual power to resist, he is only a mortal body, and he will also get sick from the cold.

Picking up some branches at random, Wang Shi lit them with the fire separation technique.

Although the ground and firewood have dried after the fire separation technique, there is still a lot of moisture in it. When it burned, it emitted a choking smoke, creating a white column of smoke that permeated into the night.

In addition to the smoke, there is also a fire that is not too strong, exuding a warm temperature and dispelling the bitter cold.

Opening the jar of wine in his arms, Zhao Wenqi said, "I forgot to bring the bowl, hold it up and drink it." So saying, he lifted up the jar of wine, and poured most of it himself.

Looking at Qingyun Mountain not far away, Wang Shi exhaled, blurred the scene in front of him for a while, and said: "I have been here for so many years, and I have never seen what autumn looks like, but this year is a late autumn." ”

"Don't talk about you, even I, I haven't seen it. ”

"Such a fierce autumn can be regarded as destroying all those delicate trees. ”

"It will always sprout, next spring, Qingyun Mountain will still be Qingyun Mountain. ”

Wang Shi took the wine jar, took a few sips, and felt that the coolness in his heart was dispelled a little.

"What's the plan?" Zhao Wenqi asked.

"What are you going to do?"

"You. ”

After continuing to drink a few sips of wine, Wang Shi said lightly: "I don't have any plans, let's take a look." ”

Zhao Wenqi looked at the vague Qingyun Mountain, and said very calmly: "I want to stay in Qingyun Mountain for a few years, and then go out to see the world." ”

"I guess the same goes for me. ”

"You have to go out, and I have to go out. ”

Yes, the two of them will not be trapped in this Qingyun Mountain, they will always take their own path and explore their own lives. If it was because of Shizun's death, he would have been deeply hit and collapsed, and he would not be worthy of being Su Changbai's disciple at all.

Except for the sound of burning firewood, there was no sound of conversation.

Zhao Wenqi said: "I still remember that when we were in the Star Picking Ceremony, we were in Ziyang Peak and said that we would pick stars there. ”

Wang Shifeng said lightly: "It's a pity, there are no stars tonight, otherwise I'll pick one and try it." ”

"Yes, as long as you go up some distance and break through the clouds, you can see. ”

"Forget it, let's wait for later. ”

"You blow again?"

"Don't blow it. ”

Zhao Wenqi smiled slightly, took the wine jar, took a few sips, and said: "The last jar of bamboo leaves is green, I don't know if this wine can be drunk in the future." ”

"We must inherit the things of the master. ”

"Shizun is also stingy enough, except for this small courtyard, there is nothing left. ”

"No, I still have a lot of things to ask Shizun, and I originally wanted to learn music from him. ”

"The medical skills of that body have not been passed down, and Jiang Yao has only learned some fur, as well as the powerful sword technique, and he has not taught me, it is really too stingy. ”

The two talked to each other about the stinginess of the master, talked about the trivial things in the past, and recalled the master......

The wood had been burned, a jar of wine had been drunk, and the night was receding.

The hard day is finally over, and a new day is finally coming.