In the dusk of the ink city, with the moonlight, in the painting boat in the few rivers and streams, the sound of music came leisurely, Wang Mo stood at a bridge, looking at the painting boat in the river, the sound of the piano was moving, around his ears.

"Childe, who are we waiting for?" Daifuku peeked at several women who were dancing on the painting boat not far away, swallowed his saliva, and his eyes lit up.

"Wait for the man of my dreams, he will come and give me a jug of wine, and if he does appear, it will confirm one of my suspicions. Wang Mo's expression was calm and he muttered.

"Let's just stand here and wait, why don't we find a cheap inn first..."Dafu looked at the empty wine jug in Wang Mo's hand, and said cautiously, he was afraid that Wang Mo was going to let him buy wine.

Wang Mo shook his head, with a smile on his face, glanced at Dafu, and spoke leisurely.

"I remember that a lot of silver was prepared, especially the silver taels that were rewarded from the county office..."

"Yes? uh... Forgot..."Daifuku blinked, looking embarrassed.

"Take out the ones you have in private, go buy flowers and make wine for Ben Gongzi, and rent a small painting boat, and we will live on the boat these days. Wang Mo turned around with a smile and stopped looking at Dafu.

At this moment, there was a wind blowing, rippling on the surface of the river, blowing on Wang Mo's body, and his hair floated, the wind was very soft, not cold, with a trace of warmth, and with it, there was also the sound of strings.

"You, will you come?" muttered Wang Mo.

In June, after the season of recovery, Mocheng entered the month of blooming flowers and purple and red, and the catkins flying in the sky seemed to blow away the rest of the time with the last trace of strength.

The catkins are all over the sky, looking like snow, this scene is very beautiful, like summer snowflakes, drifting in the sky, if the wind is stronger, then those catkins dance more densely, fluttering and shaking, as if a rootless life, in the beautiful but also blooming a trace of indescribable sadness.

They seem to have no home, and they seem to have left their hometown, they can only move with the wind, and finally they don't know where their fate is, they don't know where they will be blown by the wind, maybe it is on the surface of the river, becoming the scenery of water and sky in the eyes of tourists, or they fall on the ground, melt with dust, roll into a ball, and sweep densely in the wind.

Their fate is the wind, and different winds give them different lives.

There was a wisp of catkins, white and flowery, fluttering gently in the air, and landed on the raised right hand palm of a young man in white standing at the head of a small painting boat.

The young man held the flask in his left hand, took a big sip, and said the heroic poem, his voice was not loud, but it revealed a free and easy feeling as if he wanted to pursue the end of heaven and earth.

Behind the young man, followed by a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar, this man had a bitter face, his expression was reluctant, and almost every time the young man took a sip, the middle-aged man would be heartbroken.

"A pot of flower wine costs seven coins of silver, expensive, really too expensive!! Take a sip, almost equivalent to half a penny of silver..."

The catkins that fell on the palm of the young man's hand, as soon as he paused, as if he had not reached the end, faintly wanted to have a light sigh echoing, flew up from the young man's hand again, floated in front of his eyes, and flew into the distance, dazedly, and also revealed a trace of madness, as if he knew his fate, and ran to the place where it was not tired to return to the ruins.

Next to the riverbank, there is a peach blossom forest, at this moment the catkins are flying, the peach blossoms are dotted, and the flowers after the wind fall into the river, floating on the water, rippling with the waves.

In addition to the boatman and the master and servant, there were three women dressed in wonderful clothes, one of the three women stroked the piano, and the other sang and danced, so that the painting boat, in the company of the catkins in the sky, crossed the stone bridges across the river, passed under the bridge, and went away.

"Dafu, get the wine!" Wang Mo turned to look at the middle-aged man behind him with laughter.

Dafu had a bitter face, sighed again and again, picked up a pot of wine from the side, reluctantly handed it to Wang Mo, and almost opened his mouth with a crying voice.

"Childe, there's really not much money this time... Let's rent a painting boat, buy wine, and accompany these three little ladies, the daily cost is too high... Or... Otherwise, let's go ashore and find a cheap inn to save some. ”

"What's the hurry, the person I'm waiting for hasn't come yet. Wang Mo shook his head and smiled, took the wine jug and took another sip, then sat aside, listening to the rather beautiful woman caressing the strings, playing a soft piano sound, the piano sound revealed a trace of joy, but it only fell on Wang Mo's ears, but he was never able to integrate into his heart.

"Childe, this time I took out all the ones I had in my private collection, you... Grandma's, Lao Tzu has calculated, if it goes on like this, in seven days, we will go to ask for food!!It's been more than a month, it's been more than a month, who are you waiting for, why haven't you come yet? Dafu's heart was extremely painful, and he kept chattering beside Wang Mo like a bitter woman.

Xu is his appearance is very interesting, so that a woman who is tired from dancing and rests on the side covers her mouth and smiles.

Daifuku's eyes widened, he glanced at the woman, muttered a few words, and then simply picked up a pot of wine and took a few sips.

"I'm going to drink more, it's a good wine, half a dollar a sip..."

"The sound of the piano, it's still not right. Wang Mo leaned on the side of the boat, shook his head slightly, after a long time he drank a little too much, got up drunk and walked to the woman who played the piano, put his right hand on the guqin, the woman's pretty face flushed, and quickly took her hands down.

"I remember a tune, unknown, but I heard it in a dream, she should play it like this..."Wang Mo whispered, closed his eyes, and slowly played his right hand on the guqin.

At the beginning, it was full of jerky, and the intermittent sound of the piano did not form a tune, but gradually, as Wang Mo's whole mind blended in, the sound of the piano music slowly became coherent.

An indescribable mournful piano sound, faintly dancing out of the painting boat, spread to the surroundings.

The two women resting on the boat, their eyes were blank at the moment, staring at Wang Mo, the sadness revealed by the sound of the piano was very light, but it went straight to the soul, making people feel shocked after hearing it.

I don't know when, Wang Mo sat where he played the piano, and the woman who was playing the piano before was beside her, her beautiful eyes showed an indescribable look, as if the whole person was lost in the faint sound of the piano like a sigh.

Even Daifuku was stunned for a moment and sat there, drinking the wine one by one, forgetting the heartache, looking at his right wrist blankly, and came to his senses.

This piano sound was played by Zhao Zijun back then, a different tune, but the same charm sound, which also appeared in the hands of a blind girl in the endless realm of hooking teeth.

At this moment, Wang Mo's closed eyes slowly shed tears, and the tears fell on the strings, as if they melted into the sound of the piano, and then drifted away.

His dream would come every night, and in that dream, he saw a lot, but not all of them were clear, and there were a few people, after they appeared in the dream, they were always blurry, but although they were vague, the feeling that made him sad was very deep, very deep.

Under the sound of the piano, the painting boat floated on the river, crossed the stone bridges, until dusk and sunset, and another night came.

Wang Mo waited for more than a month, but the person who should have appeared in the dream never appeared.

As the boat floated under a stone bridge, two people stood there at some point, silently looking at the boat, with the sad music in their ears.

These two men were both gray-haired old men, one of them was wearing a green shirt, and although he was only standing there calmly, his body was straight, like a green pine.

His expression was full of vicissitudes, his eyes showed wisdom, and he stood there, with the breath of contemporary writers and great wisdom.

"What a sad soul, such a piece of music, ordinary people can't play it in their lifetime... And in that sorrow, revealing the vicissitudes of eternity, as if after countless years, looking back, a sad picture in the memory has always permeated my heart, this trip, the old man did not come in vain. The old man's eyes showed emotion, looking at the painting boat under the bridge that was gradually moving away, Wang Mo who was playing the piano, and spoke leisurely.

The gray-clothed old man behind the old man also sighed lightly, if Wang Mo saw him at this moment, he would definitely recognize him at a glance, this person was the old man who was always watching his examination papers in the examination room, until the end.

The student didn't expect that he could also play the piano, but when he saw his exam papers, he thought that this son was extraordinary, and when he came to see Mr. a few days ago, he saw this son on a cruise ship, so he asked Mr. to come here to see him. The old man looked respectful, bent over and whispered.

The farther the boat went, the sound of the piano slowly dissipated, and at this moment, the old man in the green shirt smiled slightly, stepped forward a few steps and pressed the bridge railing, and shouted to the river painting boat below.

"Young man, tell the old man what do you think cause and effect are. ”

Wang Mo's hands paused, the sound of the piano stopped, he opened his eyes, turned back with confusion, and saw the old man in green shirt on the bridge, in his position, at this glance, he could only see the old man alone, and he couldn't see the second old man behind him in the other direction of the bridge.

At this moment, the night was shrouded, a bright moon hung in the sky, in the night, the figure of the old man seemed to be a little blurred, and even the surrounding area of the bridge seemed to be hidden in the moonlight, hazy.

"Cause and effect..."Even Wang Mo's gaze seemed to be blurred at this moment, he looked at the old man in a daze, looked at the bridge, looked at the haze around him, and muttered.

"It shouldn't be like this... If all this is a time rewind, if all this is a reincarnation, if all this is a dream, then what I should encounter is the me in the dream... But why, now, I meet this old man... Why is that..."

Wang Mo waited for more than a month, what he was waiting for was the scene he saw in a dream, which made Su wake up dazed all day and drink all day.

But now, instead of meeting the dream himself, he met the old man.