Yellow rice, still undercooked?

This sentence seemed to wake up Qi Wufu, and his eyes slowly moved away, and he saw the burden on the table on one side, a few books spread out next to him, and the three copper coins sent by Mr. Su.

I saw the green plants I raised on one side, the cabbage piled up in the corner, the courtyard outside, the firewood that had not been chopped, and I was lying on the wooden bed I made myself, and there was still residual warmth on the bed, I closed my eyes, and my eyes regained my aura:

"Yes...... my family's yellow rice is not cooked yet."

At the urging of the old man, the young man got up, cleaned up his meal, took out the yellow rice in the pot, cut a plate of side dishes, put it on the table, sat there, and ate with chopsticks, but he paused.

"Boy, the food is going to be cold, what are you doing in a daze?"

On the dinner table, the old man ate a bite of yellow rice, and sandwiched a crisp side dish with chopsticks, then pointed at Qi Wufu and said with a smile, "What's wrong?" I've woken up from my dreams, are you still thinking? ”

Qi Wufu raised his eyes and did not answer.

There was a hint of deep thought in his eyes.

Outside the window, the heavy snow has stopped, the birds and birds fall on the branches, tidy up their feathers, the branches shake, the snow falls, the mountains are funny, there are stoneware bowls with yellow rice on the table, there are crisp side dishes, and the cabbage is decorated with spicy rings, which is lovely to the eye.

At this moment, it has been a long time since Qi Wufu woke up from his dream, the yellow rice has slowly become cold, Qi Wufu has tasteless eating, put down his chopsticks, and said calmly to the old man: "Old man...... Just now, I had a dream......"

The voice paused, and looked at the bed on the side: "That jade pillow ......"

The old man smiled and said:

"Oh? Jade pillow? It was given to me by a Taoist priest from Youfang. ”

"It is said to be good for sleep and calm the mind into dreams."

Qi Wufu nodded silently.

The old man smiled and asked, "It seems that as the Daoist said, you slept quite soundly." ”

"However, no matter what kind of dream you have, you don't have to care too much, life is like a dream, dreams are like life, you and I live in this world, and you know that you are not in a dream?"

"After having this dream, do you have any gain from being confused?"

Qi Wufu lowered his eyes, although it was a dream, but everything he experienced in that dream was so clear, maybe there was no way to recall the small things, but many big things were so clear and so graspable.

If you can go back down this path.

When it can be done more smoothly than before, it can be easier to do what was only done in the end of the previous life, but so what? The boy suddenly felt bored.

In the past 70 years, the clouds and smoke have gone, and people have returned from 800 miles away.

"Is it just a dream......

Qi Wufu was puzzled for a long time, and replied:

"The way of the husband's favor and humiliation, the luck of the poor, the reason for mourning, and the love of death and life."

"See it all......"

The old man stroked his beard and laughed, "Good." ”

After eating the meal, Qi Wufu washed the dishes, dried his hands, and wanted to put away the things that Mr. Su had given, and put away two of the big money, one of which was stored in the cabinet for easy access.

Chopping wood, sweeping the yard, and doing laundry, as in the past, are no different.

After I was free, I picked up a few ancient books given by Mr. Su.

This is a classic book prepared for the spring examination of the coming year, which is full of knowledge of the imperial examination, and there may be difficult points to understand, and there are annotations written by Mr. Su in cinnabar red pen in small block letters to explain the knowledge.

These are all parts that Qi Wufu has not yet learned.

Even some bureaucrats and scholars may not be able to explain it thoroughly, but Mr. Su has a deep understanding of it, and he is very famous even in the entire state and county, and it is because of this that there is such a family of high-ranking officials and nobles who send their children to study in the academy in this small town.

Qi Wufu opened a few pages, and before he read them, there were many words in his heart, flowing like flowing water, and it was the content of these books and volumes, as if he had already known these things, and had read them more than a dozen times, and before he had read them, he had already emerged from the bottom of his heart.

Qi Wufu's movements paused slightly.

He was sure he had never read the book.

Except in dreams......

A ridiculous thought rose in his heart.

"Do you mean ......?"

"That Dream ......"

He quickly recalled the contents of this book in his mind, even if he had never read this book before, the words of this book still rose very clearly in his heart, and then opened the book and quickly flipped through it, and the content was exactly the same as what appeared in his mind!

I went back to the rest of the books, all of them.

Not only is it extremely proficient in its content, but also the subtlety and mystery of it, but also deep in the heart, know it well, and then look at the annotation left by Mr. Su, Mr. Su in the state and county, also has a big name, called a celebrity.

But now Qi Wufu can faintly see that Mr. Su's explanation of these classics is skeptical, although it is still subtle, but there are shortcomings.

It was as if he was not a fourteen-year-old boy at the moment.

After a long time, Qi Wufu put all the three books back, his expression was quiet and peaceful, and his guess in his heart gradually became clear.

In the dream, the things experienced, those strong personal emotions, have dissipated, but the reading experience, it seems to be still there, usually not obvious, but once encountered, it can run and think like instinct.

It was just a dream, though.

But the books I have read and the things I have seen are not nothing.

Qi Wufu got up and looked at the jade pillow.

The pillow is made of white jade, there are six tadpole moire up and down, the relief cloud is swirling, it seems to be a Taoist thing, when reaching out to touch, it seems to have touched something, the cloud pattern on it, it seems to have a moment of lightning, and it seems to be just a dream, and then accompanied by the sound of clicking and cracking, it is densely packed, and it is full of cracks.

The old man's voice of regret came from behind:

"Oh, it's a pity, it's a pity."

"It's been twenty-seven years since it was obtained from that Youfang Taoist priest, and I never thought that its quality was so light and brittle that it was broken after only one use, and that Dao fruit was teasing me."

Qi Wufu turned around and saw the old man standing behind him, the purple robe was half hidden in the light and half in the dark, and when he looked at it, it looked like a purple robe, looking at him with a smile.

Qi Wufu knew that this old man was by no means very human, so he was silent and said:

The old man said...... Road? ”

The old man said with a smile: "That's right, that guy claims to be [Fire Dragon Real Man]. ”

"I met Daozuo more than 20 years ago, lost to me three times in a row, and gave me this pillow to pay off my debts, but it is just a sleeping utensil, not worth much."

"You don't have to worry about it."

"Anyway, I remember, there should be more than one pillow for this, and there is probably one more, and the next time I see him, I'll get it back."

Qi Wufu restrained his doubts, poured tea and water, and his attitude towards the old man was the same as before, and he did not become more and more respectful because he knew his identity in his heart, nor did he become frivolous and arrogant because of the experience in his dreams.

Holding a tea cup in his hand, recalling the past, he said to himself:

"The demons and monsters in the world, demons are just beasts and spirits, and they also have life and death."

"Ghosts are just obsessions."

"......"

Qi Wufu's words were silent, his eyes were slightly closed, and the picture in the dream that seemed to be true and false was churning in his mind, seventy years of absurd dreams, reading, entering officials, entering and exiting the phase, prosperous red dust, emperors and generals, famous beauties, all flowing by his side, suddenly sitting upright, constricting, and asking:

"Dare to ask my father-in-law, is there really a god in the world?"

The old man's mouth narrowed with a smile and replied, "Yes." ”

Less re-questioned:

"Can you live forever?"

The old man tidied up his clothes.

Sitting upright, constricting his face, he replied -

"Yes."

PS: Today's update is complete, and it will be eight chapters in two days, and then one chapter at twelve o'clock at noon every day, and one chapter at six o'clock in the afternoon