On the wide river, the canopy boat gently ripples, the spring flowers are delicate, the tender grass is shaded, the steep peaks are blue, and the pretty prime minister welcomes each other. The sky was slightly dark, and the clouds fell in the middle of the water, like a sticky build-up in the night.

The man who was holding the boat had a beard on his face, wore a simple hat, wore a long brown coat on his head, and his face was dark and his arms were strong, and he looked simple and honest. While propping the boat with bamboo artemisia, he sang loudly:

"A flat boat shakes, the mountains on both sides are good, surrounded by water on three sides, the world is small in all directions, and the people are old for five years...... Yo, the pulse is silent, the beauty sighs for the twilight, and the hero is sad and white-haired...... The big river is surging and the small river is sad, listening to the sound of a bamboo artemisia paddling, the love word is difficult to break, and it is helpless to ...... in the world"

After a rest, he put down the bamboo artemisia in his hand, rolled up his sleeves to wipe the sweat beads on his forehead, and looked at the standing figure in white clothes standing quietly at the bow of the boat - he stood with his hands in his hands, holding a fan in his right hand, gently knocking on his back, his long hair hung down on both shoulders, and he was scattered down, with an elegant temperament and a graceful demeanor.

This person is Yang Jingyu, since he got on the boat, he has been standing motionless on the bow of the boat for several hours.

The big man looked up at the increasingly drowsy sky again, and kindly reminded: "Childe, seeing that it is going to rain, you better go to the open hood to rest!"

Yang Jingyu turned his head, revealing a very handsome but unusually pale face, and said softly: "Boatman, I'm fine, just rest for you!"

After that, he turned his body back again, looking at the mountains in the distance, the water in the distance, the wind gently swayed, blowing across his bright forehead, but somehow, there was already a sad look in his eyes, better than the infatuated woman in the boudoir, who couldn't wait for the lover.

"Childe, you are injured and can't stand the cold, put it on!"

Qishuang walked out of the tent and draped a white mink coat over Yang Jingyu's shoulders.

Yang Jingyu nodded, grabbed the big one with his hand, buckled it to his chest, and saw Qilu holding a cup of tea that exuded heat and handed it over, but he shook his head, smiled brighter than Heqing, and said lightly: "You two go back to the tent!"

The rain, drop by drop, fell very slowly, very slowly, hit the canopy, made a "click" sound, fell on the human body, soaked in the flesh, and seemed to be colder than the snowdrops on that winter day.

The two girls with thin cicadas and sideburns listened to Yang Jingyu's words that seemed to be commanding and concerning, so they had to hide in the tent and look at it with wide eyes and concern.

The rain was still falling very slowly, very slowly, even very sparsely......

Yang Jingyu raised his head and stared blankly at the rain falling, a drop of rain hit his eyes, like a crystal teardrop sliding down his eyelids.

The boat moved neither in a hurry nor slowly, pushing the water away, waving in circles and chasing after the shore.

Spring mist gradually rose on the river, with slow rain, hitting people's faces, and there was a feeling of spring cold.

"This situation and this scene can really be described as 'cigarette sales sunrise does not see people, and the landscape is green', you have something on your mind. Life is short for decades, why not let go of the obsession in your heart and be nostalgic for this landscape!"

The big man holding the boat sat at the stern of the boat with his legs outstretched, took out a pot of old wine, and asked Yang Jingyu.

Yang Jingyu breathed lightly, closed the peach fan slightly, turned around and arched his hand: "I didn't expect that the boat family is also a person who knows Dali, and the younger generation admires it!"

The big man wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "Childe is laughing, I'm just an idle man, I don't like ordinary things, I just steal my life...... Young people like Childe must have an open-minded mind and lofty ambitions, it's good to be young!"

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, as if it was about to tear the sky apart, and then a muffled thunder sounded, and it remained in the air for a long time, and the noise was endless.

Dahan suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly, and said: "It's good to be young, but I'm afraid that there are many people who can't help themselves, and people don't know how to choose!"

Yang Jingyu's body shook slightly, with a hint of surprise on his face, and sighed: "The boat family is worthy of being a visionary person, dare to ask, if it is you, how to choose this involuntary thing?"

When the big man heard this, the smile on his face froze, and his cloudy old eyes were already confused, and he shook his head and sighed: "How to choose, I have lived for half my life, and I have never sorted it out!"

Yang Jingyu was slightly disappointed, and paced a few steps lightly on the bow of the boat, but he still felt that his heart was very chaotic.

Li Wangchen was forced to jump off the cliff by him, and this matter was hanged in his heart, which has always made him haunted. These days, the words that Li Wangchen said angrily still lingered in his ears, making him not sleep well or eat well.

"Alas!"

Dahan lowered his eyebrows, took another sip of wine, and said: "Everything is born from the heart, and everything is destroyed from the heart." Control your heart, everything in the world is nothing but floating clouds...... only talks about love and hatred, who knows what it means, and wants to give up. ”

Suddenly the rain fell heavily, fell from his hat, hung down on his coat, and slid toward the boat, where it accumulated under his straw sandals. He stood up, picked up the bamboo artemisia from the new hand, put it into the water, propped up the boat and continued to float, and said with a smile: "Childe, the rain is heavy, let's go into the tent and rest." The waterway is still long, I have to keep paddling!"

Yang Jingyu bowed slightly, clasped his fists and saluted: "The words of the boatman are like an initiation, you row the boat!"

The voice was drowned in the sound of rain, Yang Jingyu raised his head, his hair was already soaked at some point.

He did not hide from the rain in the canopy, but still stood on the bow of the boat, quietly looking into the distance. Surrounded by green peaks on both sides, strange stones and walls, in the rain and mist, present a different and harmonious landscape painting, which makes people feel calm and forget themselves.

The boatman sighed helplessly, glanced at Yang Jingyu, shook his head slowly, and propped the boat up quickly.

Qishuang Qilu didn't have a taste in her heart, walked out of the tent, and shouted anxiously at Yang Jingyu: "Childe, don't get drenched!"

"Go back!"

Yang Jingyu's face was full of raindrops, falling down his sharp chin, his words were cold, and with an undeniable order, he called the second daughter back.

His eyes were a little red, and the experience of the past few days was vivid, and in an instant, all of them poured into his heart.

His body trembled slightly, and the peach fan was also in a trance, falling towards the boat. He didn't pick it up again, he didn't even want to pick it up.

His back is so lonely, and his heart is so sad.

The rain was pouring down, wetting the mountains in the distance and wetting Yang Jingyu's heart. The leaves of the loquat drooped their heads, and the grooves in the boat were filled with rainwater.

The thunder was roaring, his heart was rolling, the rain was stirring, his heart was condemning.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, held the rain in the sky, raised his head, and his clean eyes were as dazzling as the light of the nine heavens, like the brightness of the stars and the sea, like the holiness of the mountains, rivers, ice and snow......

Perhaps, this rain can wash away the filth in his heart, wash away all his unwillingness, and heal his broken mood.

He didn't know how long he had been standing in the rain, or how long time had passed, and it had been raining heavily and for a long time. It wasn't until the clouds on the horizon were torn apart by a brilliant sunset that the rain gradually became lighter.

The water on the river rose and became turbid, and it was no longer clear and clear on a sunny day. A layer of water rose on the boat, and the big man put down the bamboo artemisia and used a wooden scoop to continuously scoop out the rainwater from the cabin.

The clouds and mist were removed, the sun rose in the east and it rained in the west, and the road was sunny but sunny. A brilliant rainbow stood in the sky, and the trees in the distant mountains swayed their waists slightly, throwing off the water droplets on their bodies, wandering behind the new rain in the empty mountains.

The rain was light, so small that it was almost impossible to feel it, the air was extremely fresh, Yang Jingyu looked up at the sky, where the rainbow was dazzling, the sunlight was dyed, and it slipped down the mountain, burning the clouds a few layers, and the sunset was a few degrees.

The mountains are also beautiful, in the dusk, bordering the sunset light on the horizon, pacing a layer of golden veil. The boat sailed in the middle of the mountain, under the shade of the willows, as if you could faintly hear the lively shouting of the pier not far away.

He slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and suddenly felt that his heart was very painful and relaxed. This rain has made him let go of a lot and understand a lot!

Red dust is bitter, let go of the trivial things in your heart, is to let yourself go!

The boat slipped a bend, the river gradually widened, and you can see the fishing boats on the wharf in the distance, the lights are bright, the crowd is bustling, and there is an endless stream, a peaceful and lively atmosphere.

Yang Jingyu bent down slightly, picked up the peach wood fan, pinned it to the leather, there was no blood on his handsome face, but a long-lost smile appeared, and said to the big man holding the boat: "Boat family, what market is ahead?"

The movements of Dahan's subordinates slowed down a little, and said with a smile: "This is the place where fools have lived since childhood-Gusu Town." Take the name of Gusu, you see, there is a temple in the back mountain of the town, called Gusu Temple...... On a full moon night, the bells of the temple will ring until dawn. ”

Yang Jingyu raised his head and followed the direction pointed by the big man, and vaguely saw a vermilion-walled temple on the mountain in the distance by taking advantage of the fact that it was still dark in the evening.

"Roaring all night?" Yang Jingyu was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why do you want to do this and not teach people to rest?"

Dahan smiled slightly and said: "Gongzi doesn't know, there is a local legend that ringing the bell on the night of the moon is to bless the peace of the party and suppress the demons under the temple!"

Yang Jingyu nodded and said lightly: "I see, can the boat family know what is being suppressed under the temple?"

Dahan showed a trace of solemnity on his face, put down the bamboo artemisia, looked left and right, and then whispered to Yang Jingyu: "The legend is that it is a person!"

"Alone?"

Yang Jingyu showed a look of surprise on his face, and felt that this matter was even more mysterious, so he asked again: "What kind of person, called a demon, suppressed under that temple?"

The big man's dark face, his beard trembled, he thought for a while, and lowered his head and said: "I heard that the woman is sick, and she will go crazy every full moon night, like a demon, and kill people when she sees them...... But this is a rumor, I haven't seen it, and no one in Gusu Town has seen it!"

Yang Jingyu was puzzled: "How long has she been suppressing here?"

Dahan said leisurely: "Maybe it's hundreds of years...... Perhaps, for a longer time, I won't mention this matter, Childe, we will land soon, you are injured, after you go ashore, find an inn to stay, you have to buy some medicine, boil it, and drive away the cold......"

Before he could finish speaking, a gust of cold wind blew, and Yang Jingyu only felt that his nose was astringent and itchy, covered it with a handkerchief, and sneezed crisply.

He was seriously injured, but he was not treated in time, and he was drenched in the rain, and by this time he was cold, weak, and his face was extremely pale.

Qishuang Qilu and the others walked out anxiously, held him up, and said in a lost voice: "Childe, it's not good for us, let you ......"

"This is what I asked for, Frost Lu'er, I've worked hard for you these past few days!"

Yang Jingyu interrupted the two of them, the smile on her face was so gentle, so elegant, like the light clouds under the clear sky, swaying people's hearts.

Qishuang Qilu glanced at each other, and unconsciously furrowed her brows.

Childe, he seems to have returned to the gentle, elegant and confident Yang Jingyu in the past!