"I want to see apricot blossoms. ”

Through the window paper, Mr. Lu heard this.

Pushing the door in, Old Man Ji was sitting, looking up, looking at a branch outside the window, there was no sound.

So Mr. Lu took the pot out of the house and went to the well in the courtyard to fetch water. When he entered the house again, Old Man Ji was asleep, so he made a fire by himself.

In the meantime, there was not enough firewood, and he went out of the house. Later, the water temperature improved, and I soaked in rice, but the wind was strong, and I broke the roof of the window and came in.

Mr. Lu walked to close it, but he couldn't close it, and if he didn't pay attention, he fell crooked on Old Man Ji's bed.

Only then did he find out that Old Man Ji was dead.

A sleeping face. There are many lines on the face, three small whiskers, and the whiskers are white and snow-grained.

Walking to the well in the yard, Mr. Lu fetched a basin of water. When the sky fell into the water, it was as white as a piece of porcelain, hard and cold, and if you scratch it, it seems that it will fall off the powder.

Mr. Deer's face fell on the porcelain and was paste. Reach out and twist, crispy, scattered, it's really powder.

When he turned around, it was white and vast, and he realized that it was snowing.

Standing in the heavy snow, Mr. Lu pondered: Did the old man mistake the snow for an apricot blossom, thinking that he had fulfilled his wish, so he left?

Unable to think of a solution, he began to shed tears.

That year was written down for Mr. Lu. It's easy to remember, because it doesn't snow in Wudun.

On the seventh day of the snowfall, a man came out of the door. Apricot red umbrella, white jade clothes, slim, standing in the snow, not speaking.

Mr. Lu asked her, did you come to worship? She received no answer, and was about to close the door when the visitor spoke:

"Let me look at it a little longer. ”

It's a famous son.

There was a gust of wind under the tree in front of the hall, carrying the snow, and he came up to the ground with his head covered his face, and he was lost for a moment.

Mr. Lu muttered, "Son, and enter the house, the wind and snow outside are heavy, and it is not suitable to stand for a long time." There was no response, but he felt a patch of red wafting into the house from the corner of his eye, and as if someone had entered, he hurriedly closed the door and turned around.

A lonely spiritual house, with four walls, a bed, two satin white exercises, and two candles, and nothing else.

Mr. Deer was amazed at himself, and took two steps forward, only to see - an umbrella, impartial, covering the coffin, stopping a circle of snow, where Toto was, the color of apricot-red, very scorching.

And when he went out of the door, he saw trees and houses, and all those who were born taller were on top of their heads, and their heads were buried below, except for the middle that was exposed.

Looking at it, it seems to be cut off out of thin air. But here and there were only broken trees and houses, and there were no broken people.

In the evening, Mr. Lu went to the pawnshop with an umbrella.

The shopkeeper told him that the umbrella was called bitter apricot, and that it was a good price to be placed forty years ago, and asked him how he got it.

Mr. Lu made a few perfunctory words, and after three bowls of tea, he got up, put on his robe, and was about to find his way home.

So the shopkeeper called him, saying that the umbrella was fishy, and asked him to take it.

Mr. Deer didn't hear it, but his feet quickened, and he stepped into the snow in a short time.

He walked through a street and met an old acquaintance who sold porridge, so he stopped to greet him and accepted two bowls of apricot blossom porridge.

Further to the bridge with a blue brick face, a vendor with a cart came down to meet him, a ball of white hot smoke, the smell of steamed pig's head.

A few steps ahead, an old woman carrying a food basket was going to see her husband in prison.

There is a tall building in the snow behind her, lit up and down with red lights, and the singer's pipa can be faintly heard in the lamp, as well as the bright shouts of the little girl who welcomes the door: stir-fried gardenia, squirrel mandarin fish, West Lake lettuce soup, fire heel fairy duck••••••

Mr. Lu went home. He just thought it was a normal day.

When he left, a snowflake shook off from the placket of his clothes, and before it hit the ground, it was blown by the wind, and after going for more than ten miles, it landed in a food basket.

The food basket was carried by the hand of a man, who followed a jailer and walked step by step to a cell.

In the room was a crippled old man, with broken feet and scabs.

The jailer gave him a few words of advice and went away. She squatted down, uncovered the food basket, took out a bowl of apricot blossom porridge, and handed it to the people inside through the gap in the prison door.

The old man stretched out his hand to take it and asked, "Didn't you just come from Long'er's wedding banquet?"

She smiled and replied to him: "What kind of mandarin fish fairy duck is at that banquet, I expected you to be unaccustomed to eating it, so I bought this from a roadside vendor." ”

The old man scooped a mouthful in his mouth and said curiously, "At this time, how can there be apricot blossoms?"

"It's just some way to make incense, and it doesn't have to be the flower. ”

Here she watched the old man scoop it up in one mouthful, secretly pinched a corner of her sleeve, and said hesitantly, "Tell you something." ”

"Huh?"

She pursed her lips, and after all, she said it - "Ji Changfeng-dead." ”

"When•••••• when?"

"Just seven days ago. It was the deer family who sent him to his death. On the way here, I met him. ”

The old man put the bowl down, looked up, and made a thought gesture. After a while, he said, "Did Bai Chaosheng go to see him?"

"I heard that I went. ”

"If he can't die together, he must be in pain. ”

She sat there, pinched and loosened a corner of her sleeve, and did not answer.

Half a cup of tea passed, and neither of them spoke. Outside, the sound of the watch, it's the second watch.

The old man raised his hand, suddenly. Then I saw him shook, spurting out a mouthful of sweet blood.

He slammed his palm on his life.

"You—" Seeing this, she hurriedly stepped forward—the black ground, and there was a pool of blood on the ground, and there was a red pill in the blood.

The old man reached out his hand, picked up the Zhu Dan, pinched it on his fingers, and looked. Then he threw his hand into her hand, and said:

"Give the White Tide sound. ”

At that time, there was a cloud outside the window, and the room was dark, one of them was inside, the other was outside, and they couldn't see their expressions.

"Eat it, cleanse your soul, and return to the six realms. If he didn't want to guard Ji Changfeng's grave and suffer for thousands of years, he would turn back into a mortal - go with Ji Changfeng. ”

She took the Zhu Dan in the palm of her hand, looked at it, looked at it, hated it a little, regretted it a little.

After a long time, she said, "This is Nedan—"

Raise your head, staring at the people in prison, there are tears to come down, "Your forty years of Xuangong cultivation will all be abolished••••••"

The clouds opened, and the cell lit up. The old man leaned against the wall, took a sip, and drank the apricot blossom porridge in his hand.

When he had finished drinking, he wiped his sleeve and said to her:

"Next time, it's sweeter, and it's not as good as when I was younger. ”

She was still staring at him, not answering or moving. Two tears came down, and in the moonlight, they were green and white, like jade.

The old man turned sideways and looked out the window. Just a back, melted into the moonlight, became a pile of granite.

After a long time, she heard him speak, sentence by sentence, as if he were singing a tune, or speaking an old script.

"Warbler, do you remember, forty years ago. Strange to say, lately, I've been thinking about it. Thinking back to you at that time, the dragon at that time, and the long wind, the sound of the white tide, and the ······

"At that time, Ji Changfeng was just a little Xuanshi, and he was serious and wanted to participate in Lin'an's Xuanju. Bai Chaosheng is also young, talented, and already on an equal footing with the two major sect masters. At that time, he was still the young master of Mingtang.

"The dragon hasn't been born yet. What about you, you haven't met Zikunlun's guy, and you're still living with me - I, I'm just a porridge seller, I will go home after selling, I earn as much as I want, and I don't have any interest-

"But I really want to go back••••••"

There was a gong ringing outside the window. Three watches - a new and ordinary day.

Some woke up, others were still asleep.