On August 12, white dew and wild geese came.

At dawn, the sky was white, the leaves withered and fell on the streets of Lingwu, the vendors set up their stalls early, and the vendors were as early as the vendors, and there was a boy with a guqin half a head higher than him, he carried the guqin on his back, and carried some painting tools in his hands, and his immature face had a maturity that did not belong to his age.

The boy's surname is Chen, his name knows his fate, his father is a famous doctor in the county, and his mother has passed on the guqin skills many years ago, which is a very beautiful thing, but unfortunately a year ago his father had an accident when he went out to collect medicine, and never came back, so his mother was depressed every day, and finally bedridden, the young Chen Zhiming grew up overnight and took on the responsibility of taking care of his mother.

Fortunately, he was influenced by his parents since he was a child, and he knew a little bit about medical skills, piano skills, and painting skills, and his father was not only a doctor, but also a famous painter in Tianyu County, and painted hundreds of masterpieces in his life. In desperation, he could only sell the works left by his father, while selling, he also helped people paint portraits, at first, people did not buy his account, but after a long time, the boy's piano skills, painting skills became higher and higher, and finally everyone was really for his painting skills, piano art to buy, and even later merchants and travelers would come to listen to a song in their free time, and buy one or two paintings by the way.

After a long time, life is much better, the boy made money, excitedly ran to the pharmacy to grab medicine, originally his father is also a doctor, but there is also such a small pharmacy, but unfortunately since the father's accident, the business of the pharmacy is getting worse and worse, and finally even the medicine supplier is gone, there is no medicinal materials, and the tonic for the body is also used up by him, until finally the pharmacy can only be resold, but the money sold is not long before it is consumed, because his mother's health is getting worse and worse, the effect of ordinary tonic medicine is also minimal, so he has to go to the street to play the piano and sell paintingsin exchange for silver money.

Every day dragging the tired body home, I will always see the courtyard gate with some big holes in the stones, don't think about it, it must be those naughty peers, Chen Zhiming first went into the house to boil medicine for his mother, then went to repair the courtyard door, and finally made his own dinner.

On weekdays, when he has free time, he will go to the lake a few hundred meters away, and I heard that a few years ago, the lake was completely empty overnight, leaving only an empty lake pit, and it was rumored that it was a fairy apparition, but some people who knew the inside story knew very well that here, there had been a big battle between warriors, and those big people had also come to see it, but they all found nothing.

In a few years, the lake was filled with rain again, and the traces of the year had long ceased to exist under the washing of the rain, Chen Zhiming understood that this was time, the power of nature, and he also understood a lot, time, really took away a lot, took away his father, took away his mother's smile and healthy body, and took away the laughter and laughter that should have been in his childhood. He understands all this, so he forces himself to practice piano skills, painting skills, and study and read books every day, only in this way can he make himself less painful. Maybe when he sits on the edge of the lake, it is the only time he can relax, looking at the fish in the lake, listening to the sounds around him, in a trance, he seems to hear laughter, hear the words of his parents' doting care, this is probably his happiest moment.

The boy told his heart to the lake, and in response to him, there was a splash of water, a sound of footsteps, followed by a burst of piercing laughter, a group of children of the same age walked towards him, but unfortunately did not wait for the look of embarrassment, but a pair of ancient eyes and a calm face, several people suddenly felt bored, this has not known how many times to tease him, but every time it is the same result, several angry people stomped their feet.

These people are Chen Zhiming's neighbor's children, their hearts are not bad, but they are more naughty than ordinary children, he doesn't take it to heart, it's just that the rare leisure time is gone, get up and prepare to go back, when passing by a few people, one of the children about five years old stretched out his hand to stop in front of Chen Zhiming, looking like he didn't let him pass, seeing that Chen Zhiming didn't react, he felt bored, and stepped back to the side.

The boy passed past several people, who put out his tongue at him with a grimace, returned home, and came to the inner room, where lay a thin woman with a yellow face lying on the bed in the inner room, but judging from her facial features, she must have been a great beauty before, and the boy came to the bed with the boiled pottion, and looked at his emaciated mother, and the boy lifted her up, picked up the medicinal soup, scooped a spoonful and blew it, and brought it to the woman's mouth;

"Mother, drink the medicine"

The woman's closed eyes slowly opened, looking at the child in front of her, she said guiltily, "It's hard for you, you are still so young, but you have to bear so much alone" She stretched out her hand and smoothed the boy's sideburns, her eyes were full of guilt and distress.

"Mother, don't worry about me, as long as you can make your mother better, what are these things, by the way, mother, let me tell you a good news, these days, my piano skills have improved a lot, you were the best at the tune, I also learned, after a while, I will play it for you"

Chen Zhiming held her hand.

After feeding the medicine, he put the piano on the table, and his fingers gently stroked the piano, and as the fingers plucked, the piano sounded melodious. Listening to the sound of the piano, the woman's thoughts flew into the distance, and in a trance it seemed that she had returned to the past, to that summer, to the season of cicadas, and that was the first time she had heard such a melodious and moving tune.

After the song, the woman went to sleep, and the boy covered her with a quilt.

On the second day, the boy got up early with the merchant, put on the piano on his back, took the tools for painting, pushed open the door, the sky was white, and walked through the streets full of autumn breath, the dead leaves under his feet clicked, he tightened his hand, looked at the merchant who got up early with him, and the steps under his feet were unusually firm; "Life is like this, no matter what you go through, it can't extinguish people's hearts of hope"

My mother once said that there is a life in life, and the road has been decided. But I don't agree, I think that life has a fate, it should be a self-determined path, I know my name, but I will never accept fate.

When he came to the place of the past, Chen Zhiming put down his tools, put on the guqin, and sat alone in front of the qin, brushing his fingers over the strings;

"My generation, when it is"

……

"A good one of my generations should be like this"

On the other side of the street, above the restaurant, a person shook the wine glass in his hand, the corners of his mouth set off a slight arc, he looked sideways at the boy who was playing the piano across the street, and suddenly threw the wine bottle on the table out of the window, and then his eyes closed slightly, as if he was listening to music, and like he was taking a nap.

Downstairs, a tattered, sloppy man took the fallen wine jug, and immediately poured a sip of good wine, his gaze swept across the street, and then leaned his head on the pillar behind him, looking at the sky, the fallen leaves fell all over the sky, a sadness of autumn rose in vain, the sloppy man poured another sip of wine, the wine jug in his hand slammed into pieces, remorse, unwilling emotions surged into his heart, and the leaves in the sky suddenly flew irregularly. The people upstairs seemed to be aware, their eyes opened slightly, stretched out their fingers, and gently pointed out the window, the leaves in the sky suddenly recovered, and the pieces shook and fell, the sloppy man smiled slightly upstairs, muttering that it would be nice to have another pot of good wine, just after speaking, a pot of wine fell from the sky, and the sloppy man chuckled in a low voice, unable to distinguish whether it was happy or sad; "If so, it will be as you wish"

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Ling Wu, this should be a good flower, a good month, a good time, and the mountains and rivers are clear.

This place is good, the living want to live, the dead want to sleep, keep it when you are alive, and keep it when you die......

That year, that night, that sword intent with a decisive sword crossed the sky, reflecting the entire Lingwu, the woman who was just looking for her husband cut out a sword that was brilliant in the world, and she was respected by the world as the most beautiful sword She swung that sword and died.

With a slight self-deprecation on his face, the sloppy man took another sip of wine, and he reached out to catch a falling leaf, and looked into the distance; "I didn't save him back then, nor did I save you, what I can do now is to protect your children to live safely, as for martial arts or something, forgive me for being the master, in this life, promise him freedom, whether it is an official or a citizen, what he wants, then what"

The sloppy man felt the vitality that was slowly draining from his body, and looked helplessly, looking at the street, he slowly spoke, "It's okay, if you see your gold list title one day, or famous in the rivers and lakes, or maybe it's a dull life, when that day comes, maybe I want to ask you for a glass of wine, find a quiet place, and just sleep."

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That year, a person with a sword, killed from Ling Wu to the verandah, killed until his sword body was shattered inch by inch, his bones were broken, and he was killed until he was dying of old age. On that day, the first beautiful man in Jinwu, who was praised by the world as a jade, and the son was unparalleled in the world, grew old overnight, was rescued in the quagmire, and became a sloppy guest who begged for wine everywhere in Ling Wu.

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Suddenly, the sound of the piano slowed down, melodious and far away, swept over the branches, the aftersound echoed in the streets and alleys, there were old Taoist Tsing Yi cloth shoes, one hand holding a small flag, the other hand holding a pure copper rattle, walked through the street, straight to the source of the piano sound, the old Tao interrupted the boy who stroked the qin, said that he was going to tell his fortune, the boy has never believed in fate, not to mention this kind of fortune teller who he thought was a swagger and claimed to be a fortune teller, the boy snatched the bell in his hand, shook a few times and asked him, "The Taoist said that he was a fortune teller, Can you calculate how many breaths this bell has been ringing, how far it has traveled, and how many people's ears have this sound entered?" the old man did not answer, and the boy continued, "I don't know how long I can not grow out of this street, there will be calamity, I don't know how to explain this?" "That old man heard the words;" There is a disaster, but the recipient is undecided" He then looked at the boy carefully, and pinched his fingers with his hands, "According to the view of the poor Tao, you will have natural disasters within ten years, this is a man-made disaster, if you want to solve the disaster, you can worship the poor road as a teacher"

The boy shook his head, and concluded that the bull nose in front of him was a liar, since ancient times, natural disasters and man-made disasters, how can there be natural disasters, Niu Nose doesn't want to take disciples and want to go crazy, this kind of thing is said, the old way has to speak, the boy interrupted him at this time, stood up in front of the crowd and said:

"Everyone in the world is a fortune teller, everyone knows their fate, and everyone accepts their fate, but I want to be the one who doesn't accept my fate, what about man-made disasters and natural disasters, why should I be afraid"

On this day, some people accept their fate peacefully, and some people speak out that they do not obey the destiny of heaven.

Just watched everyone come and go, and the old man in Tsing Yi who was in it disappeared at some point.

At the end of the street, the old Taoist priest was smashed face, but he smiled, how could he not smile, this time down the mountain, he came for one person, and now that the matter is over, he should return to the mountain.

Just a breeze brought some leaves, two figures suddenly appeared, the old Tao saw this bell shook gently, the two figures paused, the surroundings paused, the old road walked past the two people, one hand on a sloppy man, the latter figure is gone, the old Tao shook his head, the mouth of the mouth "the jade has been damaged, the tree will be defeated, it is a sigh and a sigh", he pointed to another person again, the person was dressed in white, a new fan around the waist, an old fan in his hand, a finger after the figure is also lost, the old Tao also shook his head, shook his head, and read in his mouth "The heart is riddled with obstacles, the old grudge is difficult to eliminate, Although it shocked the emperor, it was difficult to stay and eliminate."

The leaves fell lightly to the ground, and there was no green clothes left here.

Two people fell into the lake a hundred miles away, and both fell into the lake, and when they left the lake, the two smiled bitterly and were speechless, leaving only a sigh.

On the street, Chen Zhiming patted his sleeves, sat down, blew the leaves falling on the strings, and posed, his hand gently stroked the piano, and as the piano sounded, he spoke softly:

"Knowing the season, knowing the wind and rain, knowing that the scene is good at this time, is to paint when the piano is played, and you will listen"