Chapter 145: The Song of the Dead
readx; When I entered the house, there was only one table, which was placed by the window. When I sat down www.biquge.info I saw a thin bamboo shadow in the morning light outside the window. When the bamboo shadow moves, time stands still. Too quiet village, time is not easy to detect.
Lin Xiaoanli didn't have time to order, and sighed: "Sometimes it is difficult to endure all night in the rivers and lakes, and sometimes a sword goes down, and a lifetime is over." I can't say, a lifetime here is a hundred years, not long or short, just right. ”
At this time, an old woman in the middle smiled and said: "Listening to the girl, at a young age, it seems that she has experienced a lot of turmoil in the rivers and lakes." ”
"But how dare those who are lost in the rivers and lakes. Ask my mother-in-law, but if there are any good dishes, make two or three things. ”
"Alas, the guest officer is not a lost person, our deserted village and wild store is an old signboard lost in the world. Even if it is difficult to come to a guest in a hundred years, there used to be a road here, but the years have passed, and the world has forgotten the way to come here. The road is just a memory. Remember there, there is a road. I can't remember, the road is deserted, and there are few guests, and our ancestral dishes are made and forgotten, and they are passed on and lost, or how many years ago"
"Three hundred and thirteen years ago. The boy reminded the old woman.
"Do you remember?" the old woman scolded with a smile, "There is no yellow calendar in the barren mountains and wild waters here, and the year and month are almost hundreds of years ago anyway, it was the last time we came to our store, and there was a dish of Baiwei rice at that time." The so-called Baiwei rice is to be able to eat the hundred flavors of life. It's a pity that this meal has not been passed down, my ancestors forgot about it last year, and forgot that the old generation is already white. Baiwei became white. The two of them had to eat a bowl of tasteless rice. Don't be surprised. ”
Lin Xiaoanqin and Du Huan both smiled. Lin Xiaoanli said: "The white taste is good, but the tastelessness is good, I just have tasted enough of the hundred tastes of the rivers and lakes, so I came to find a place without taste, clean and clean." ”
Du Huan also said: "We have also eaten all the delicious food of Shushan along the way, and today we have a white rice, saying that the tasteless white taste is the mother of the world's taste." The so-called nothing can be created out of nothing, and tasteless and then tasteful. ”
"Don't be sour," Lin Xiaoan's hand waved his hand to interrupt Du Huan's words, "That's why I said that if you eat a bowl of rice, you will add vinegar to the rice." ”
The boy laughed.
The old woman inside said: "This son is right, in this deserted village, the old body used to feel tasteless, but now that he is old, he has a sweet taste." It's like a bowl of rice, bland but chewing slowly. ”
Lin Xiaoanqin looked at the bamboo shadow in the sunlight outside the window, and it took a long time to climb an inch on the ground, and all kinds of thoughts in his heart slowed down, and he suddenly remembered his swordsmanship that made the rivers and lakes cold, and even the swordsmanship slowed down at this time. The rivers and lakes are in the distance, thousands of people in the rivers and lakes are competing for the alliance leader and the sword spectrum, they all make a quick decision, like their own before, all of them make rapid moves, the faster the original moves, the faster the years pass, and the more flaws in life.
Lin Xiaoanli couldn't help but say to Du Huan: "I understand, when I saw the snowman in the Savage Valley, I should have understood." It's only now that I really understand. I always thought that the swordsmanship in the world was only in fast words. Today, we know that the only way to control speed is in a slow word. ”
Du Huan said: "Just when you were saying that you were going to escape from the rivers and lakes, you started to talk about swords again." ”
Lin Xiaoanan smiled and said, "What do you know? The martial arts sages have long said that the sword should be outside the rivers and lakes. can't jump out of the rivers and lakes, and finally in the sword style. ”
The boy had already brought two bowls of rice, and the old woman laughed inside, "Good taste must be in addition to all kinds of tastes." Please use it slowly. ”
The two were hungry for a day and a night, when a bowl of hot white rice was devoured. After eating, it is really tasteless, it is a trace of sweetness between the mouth, and it is as light as the memory of the previous life, fleeting, and like the time in this deserted village, when it can't be kept, it is wrapped between the fingers like a ring on someone else's hand.
There is still a grain of rice on the corner of Du Huan's mouth. Lin Xiaoan's finger was shoved into his mouth. Look at each other and smile. The courtyard is clean, and the rivers and lakes are far away like an old landscape painting pressed at the bottom of a box, which is eaten by insects. Lin Xiaoanli looked at Du Huan, and Du Huan was also like a bowl of rice. And this yard and this deserted village, plain and bland.
After eating, they sat in the courtyard to bask in the sun, and their clothes were dry at this time. Lin Xiaoanli sat in the shadow of the bamboo, on a flat stone, leaning on an old pear tree, looking at Du Huan who was sitting against the earthen wall. A gust of wind blew, the bamboo shadow stroked on Lin Xiaoan's face in pieces, the spots of the sun turned into a sleepiness, from the exhaustion of last night, the two gradually fell asleep, a good sleep, not even a dream. I only heard the sound of string singing in the ambiguous light.
Lin Xiaoanvil opened his eyes, and the bamboo shadow and sunlight were still there. watched the bamboo shadow move an inch on the ground, but I had a long dream. Du Huan also woke up, looked at Lin Xiaoan, and had something to blurt out, but he immediately forgot about it, just laughing.
Lin Xiaoanqing said: "I had a long dream. ”
Du Huan asked, "Have you ever dreamed of me?"
Lin Xiaoanqin pursed his lips and smiled: "Wake up and forget." ”
In the deserted village, the day passes so slowly, waiting for this family to do agricultural work, and the moonlight comes up. I feel like the day goes by so quickly. In this way, Lin Xiaoanan said: "It's just right, it's not fast or slow, it's a day." Lin Xiaoan's words with Du Huan were indifferent for a day. Du Huan said, "Is this place good?" Lin Xiaoan: "The only place I have been to is that this is not a river and lake." ”
"Then we'll build a few rooms here and not go anywhere. ”
"Do you ask the people in the village to say yes?" said Lin Xiaoan.
The moonlight came up, it was still the moonlight of last night, two nights that were exactly the same, Lin Xiaoanan said: "It was like this a thousand years ago." ”
"Well," Du Huan replied, "If there were two people a thousand years ago who came here to spend the night, they would naturally sit here and watch the moonlight." The same moonlight, the same bamboo shadow, or people are the same people think so, where do you say that this thousand years of time have gone?"
Lin Xiaoanan patted Du Huan and said with a smile: "The old monk said that they are all in reincarnation." ”
"If we talk about reincarnation, the two people from a thousand years ago are the two of us, and we are the two people from a thousand years ago?"
"That makes sense. Lin Xiaoanan said, "If there is really an infinite heaven in the world, there is really a heaven and earth, and there are thousands of years in the sky, but the world is just a snap of a finger." In this way, in the eyes of the people of the Infinite Heavens, the two people who sat here thousands of years ago have not yet gotten up. We're just talking what they haven't finished talking about, doing what they haven't done, if the so-called thousand-year-old cultivation isn't like that, how can I sit with you fool?"
"So we've been sitting here for a thousand years. ”
"If you think about it this way, we've made a thousand years of time. Lin Xiaoanli smiled.
Du Huan looked at the smile in the moonlight of Lin Xiaoan, and said, "It turns out that laughter can also be colored." ”
What color does Lin Xiaoanqin ask?
Moonlight. Du Huan said.
Is it good-looking?
Better than rouge, rouge fake, moonlight real.
Give it another handful. Lin Xiaoanvil scooped a handful of moonlight in the air and wiped it on his face.
It's too thick, Du Huan shook his head and said, his face was blue and blue, like a female ghost.
Lin Xiaoanli looked up at the clear night and said, this day is also reflected on my face?
Well. The so-called unity of heaven and man, tonight's Lin girl, and this sky is exactly the same color.
It turns out that the old man of Dongpo wants to go back by the wind, and that's what he said.
Why?
If it weren't for the fact that man and the night and the sky were one, how could he ride the wind and return? Liezi's so-called movement against the wind is also the same heaven and earth as the creation and then the success. The light skills of our martial arts are called footwork, and the second is breath lifting. In fact, they are all the ends, but what is needed is that people and heaven and earth are synchronized and synchronized.
Du Huan smiled: "Sure enough, it's a female ghost, and there are many nonsense." ”
Lin Xiaoanh suddenly patted Du Huan on the shoulder and jumped up, "I think of those two people a thousand years ago." ”
Du Huan said: "I also remembered, you must have been a madman in your previous life." ”
Lin Xiaoange smiled: "I'm serious, according to what I said before, if there were really two people sitting here a thousand years ago, looking at the moon like us, then those two people are us, not us." You see"
Lin Xiaoanli pointed to the moon in the puddle in front of the steps and said, "Is this the moon in the sky?"
Du Huan said: "No, this is the shadow of the moon." ”
"By the way, the two people who sat here a thousand years ago are our shadows of time. Like a white horse passing through a gap, a thousand years in an instant. ”
"What's the explanation?"
"Time is like flowing water, it is a mirror. ”
"The question is, were there really two people like me who sat here a thousand years ago?"
"There really are two people sitting here. The old woman laughed inside, "It's also a man and a woman." ”
"Huh, are you here to spend the night and eat?" asked Lin Xiaoan.
"All the people who come here are passers-by, so naturally they are here to spend the night. ”
Du Huan smiled: "How many years have this been, how does my mother-in-law know?"
The mother-in-law laughed inside: "Among them, the girl also left two little songs, which are very good." Everyone in our village can sing it. ”
Du Huan and Lin Xiaoanli looked at each other and smiled. The wild village is far away, suitable for saying some mysterious words, the lonely village is too quiet, it is really a good place to sleep. Talking and talking, it was another good sleep. Sleeping in a daze, Lin Xiaoanqin heard the sound of string singing again, and this time he heard it clearly.
Listen only to the boy Ying singing to the sound of the harp:
The moonset painting building, the dark flower Shushan Road. The chaotic clouds are like water, and the anvil is crossed. Chivalrous clothes, dyed rivers and lakes drunk, a total of that person's fragrance, this person's tears, and crossed the river without care. On the way to life, who will complain about this situation.
Looking back on the old tour, there is no repetition in Shushan in the previous life. The moon is white in the middle of the night, the lonely village is a humble house, but it has been illuminated, and the rain has fallen that year, but I have seen the dark flowers bloom, speechless and lonely.
After singing the song, Lin Xiaoanli was stupid.
Look outside the broken window paper, the moonlight is like water, the breeze is passing through, a drizzle is sprinkled, and the night is as peaceful as a baby's dream.
A dead leaf streaked by, just a forgotten whisper in a dream.
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