Mei Xiang knows the cold of the day, and the sorrow knows the long night

On this night after the snow, everything is silent and lifeless.

In the endless barren mountains and mountains, the remote town curled up under the pressure of the snow, as if it was reluctant to even struggle.

The grass and the chirping birds all over the place are now hidden without a trace. Only the hundred-year-old trees on the corner of the town are still stretching out the decaying bald branches, hanging with ice edges, crumbling, like ghosts and longings, and like the white bones, adding a bit of sadness and fog to the night after the snow, looking indifferently at the world, more and more revealing its mysterious profundity.

It was the third watch, the moon also quietly appeared in the sky, sprinkling the cold light to the world, making people feel more cold, in the fog of the sky, there were only a few cold stars, and the red lanterns on both sides of the town streets flickered and jumped, so that she could not help but sigh the loneliness and coldness of this snowy night.

A small town inn 100 miles away from Wudang Mountain.

The old Zhang Tou and the mute had already fallen asleep after a thrilling day, the three brothers of the Chi family and the passers-by had just finished the fight, and they were all unconscious, the guest room was full of wine jars, and the scattered wine and food were also spilled on a table, and the four of them were lying or lying down, or leaning against the corner, and carrying the wine jar in their hands, so they shouted loudly, and muttered something from time to time.

On the ridge of the snow-covered guest house, the young man who loved to be in a daze held the wine jug on his chest with one hand and pillowed the other behind his head, and just half lay down and half sat and looked at the stars and moon in the sky in a daze.

Maybe it was the strength of the wine, or maybe it was the cold wind of the winter night, the young man's face was as red as an apple, and the cold wind ruffled his hair, bringing up a few snowflakes and falling on his delicate face.

His eyes were bright and bright, but there seemed to be a trace of sadness hidden in the depths, and there seemed to be more loneliness and vicissitudes between his eyebrows.

Is he missing his distant parents or the lovely lover of his dreams?

Chinese New Year's Eve in a few days, where is he going?

On this happy day for the whole family, why come to this remote town alone in such a snowy day, and drink alone on the roof in this cold night, in this boundless moonlight, in this snowy world?

How lonely he must have been. This unknown fate, this unclear future, where should he go.

What does he crave?

What does he want?

Why is he alive?

In the depths of his mind, a pair of figures were walking away with his back on his back, he stretched out his hands but couldn't grasp them, opened his mouth but couldn't shout, he lay on the ground in pain and wailed, letting the pair disappear into the darkness.

The young man's closed lips pursed even tighter, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes, evaporating the unshed tears, and the young man shook his head and poured a sip of wine.

I only heard a soft crunch, it was the sound of feet stepping on the snow, and a tall figure appeared beside the young man, only to see him sit cross-legged, chuckle, and said: Little brother, such a snowy night, such a beautiful scenery, don't you feel lonely when you drink alone?

Facing the moonlight, I saw the frenzied long hair of the person who came spilling down his shoulders, his thick eyebrows flying, and a pair of blazing tiger eyes, staring at the young man, shining, who is not the deputy leader of the beggar gang.

Such a cold and lonely snowy night turned into such a beautiful scenery in his mouth, the young man who was always expressionless listened to it, and couldn't help but smile slightly, only to see him turn his head, look at passers-by, and say softly: Life is lonely, isn't it?

After dropping this sentence that had no beginning or end, and seemed to be muttering to himself, he turned his head and looked into the distance.

Passers-by were stunned, they didn't expect this young man to react like this, which was really unexpected.

He had always been suspicious of this young man's ability to help Chi Laosan, but then he was busy with day and night tours, and then he was dragged by the three brothers of the Chi family to fight wine, until he cheated in the wine fight just now, otherwise he would have drunk too much, and he would not want to ask for a little benefit under the big mouth of the three tigers, and when the three tigers were drunk, even if they were stripped naked and thrown in the snow, there was no reaction, and then they got out.

So he hurriedly got up to look for the young man, but he didn't expect the young man to drink on the roof in the middle of the night.

Fortunately, passers-by are not very human, otherwise they would have been at a loss under the young man's inexplicable answer, and said with a smile: I didn't expect that the first sentence of Lu's opening had already fallen down, and it was a joke for the little brother.

After speaking, he turned over, and in the blink of an eye, he turned over again, and there were two more big wine jars in his arms, only to see him sit cross-legged and put one of the jars of wine on the side of the young man, and slapped the mud seal of the other jar of wine with one hand, and drank it on his back against the moonlight.

The two of them just lay down and sat one after the other, silently looking into the distance. One sipped wine from time to time, and the other gulped it in large gulps.

After a while, the young man suddenly said: What do people live for?

Passers-by Yao seemed to be familiar with this strange young man, only to see him put down the wine jar in his hand, put away the cynical smile on his face, contemplated for a moment, and said: I Lu is an orphan, since I am sensible, I have lived in a dilapidated mountain temple, a lonely and elderly old man takes care of several of our friends who are also orphans, and the man who talked to me during the day and called Night Tour is one of them, and he mentioned it... The woman, except that she...

Speaking of this, he paused, took a breath, and continued: Since I was sensible, I have only one purpose, that is, to fill my stomach, in order to fill my stomach, I stole the ornaments hanging from the waist of those big families on the street, stole the grain of the landlord's family, ran errands in the wine shop and the green building, and juggled on the street... All my dreams at that time were to have enough food with my friends every day, and even my fantasy was to live in a big house with my friends.

Later, due to fate, I joined the beggar gang, and I began to want to get ahead and make a name for myself in the rivers and lakes.

Speaking of this, he paused again, poured a sip of wine, and continued: "I think people live for different purposes, but there is always something in their hearts that they want, whether it is for fame or power, even if it is a full meal or a new piece of clothing, it can make people live.

The young man interrupted: Then what are you living for now?

Passers-by laughed when they heard this, their blazing tiger eyes glowed with strange brilliance, and they took a sip of wine and said: But beg for a good death.

The young man's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at the endless dark night in the distance for a moment, pondering for a moment: What is a good death?

Passers-by said solemnly: Those who die have a clear conscience, and they die with peace of mind, which is to die well.

The young man's expressionless face was glowing, and he asked, "Is this the meaning of life?"

Passers-by stared at the young man and said: Life has no meaning, but as long as you live, meaningful things will definitely happen, if you can give him any meaning, he will have any meaning. Instead of meditating on the meaning of life all day long, try this life to do something meaningful.

When the young man heard this, he closed his eyes and was silent for a long time, then he suddenly sat up and said, "Where will the man go when he dies?"

After that, his bright eyes stared at the passer-by, as if eager to know the answer from him.

Passerby Yao was still startled by this strange young man, collected his emotions, thought for a moment, and said in a straight voice: I don't know much about the profound Buddhist principles, but I believe that good will be rewarded with good and evil will be rewarded with evil. If you do a lot of evil in your life, you will definitely fall into the hell of Abi after death, suffer from the sword mountain and the sea of fire, and you will not be able to live forever.

After hearing this, the young man actually smiled and said: "In this way, Lu Daxia is the deputy leader of the beggar gang, and he is naturally the right way in martial arts.

Passers-by laughed and said: Lu Mou is above board and has a clear conscience.

After the death of that hero, he will definitely ascend to the West Heaven and Bliss, right?" the young man then asked.

Passers-by have been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for many years, scheming, and can't think of the semantics of this young man.

The young man suddenly stood up and pulled out the sword at his waist, slowly raised it, pointed at the passerby, and said, "Then if I kill you now, am I helping you ascend to the Western Heaven Elysium as soon as possible?"

Passers-by were so shocked that the wine jar in their hands almost fell to the ground, and suddenly felt like a dozen eggs were stuffed in their mouths, and after a long time, they said slowly: The little brother has extraordinary wisdom, and Lu admires it, but Lu still has some obsessions in his heart, and there are still burdens on his shoulders that cannot be put down, and he can't die for the time being.

After hearing this, the young man slowly put his sword into the sheath and asked, "Then what about those good people who don't want to die and don't deserve to die, and are innocently killed?"

The boy spoke slowly and calmly, but passers-by could still hear the great sadness and anger contained in the tone that he was trying to control.

Passers-by realized that something must have happened to this young man, and when he remembered his unfortunate childhood, he couldn't help but feel a little sad, and secretly decided to help this young man, so that he would not be blinded by hatred and go astray.

The passer-by thought about it for a while, and said softly: The cycle of heavenly principles, karma, the murderer will always kill him, and no one can escape.

The young man took a deep breath and said word by word: Does Lu Daxia mean that if your relatives and friends are killed, just lie quietly at home and wait for them to suffer retribution?

Passers-by said angrily: Of course not.

The boy interrupted: "What then?

Passers-by are about to go crazy, if this happens to him, he will already chase and kill the enemy to the ends of the earth, and he doesn't care if he has cause and effect, retribution or not, but now he can't instigate a young man to take revenge, only to feel that his head is as big as a fight, and he is in a cold sweat. secretly scolded himself for pretending to be a person with deep experience in the rivers and lakes, and he couldn't understand the world...

When I am at a loss and worried about how to answer. The boy sat down, picked up the flask, and took two sips.

The wind has risen, the fog has gradually been blown away, the moon has become brighter, gusts of cold wind bring up pieces of snowflakes flying and hovering in the air, the bright moonlight shines on the figure of the young man, looking lonely and sad.

Passers-by also sat down, picked up the wine jar, and drank it.

After a while, the young man suddenly said: I haven't spoken to anyone like this for a long time. After saying that, you have to get up and roll over.

Passers-by hurriedly said: Little brother. The boy stopped, but turned his back to him and didn't look back.

Passers-by pondered for a moment, paused and said: Little brother, you and I meet in this remote town in the barren mountains and mountains, it is finally a kind of fate, Lu has no relatives and no reason, and the little brother has been in vain for more than ten years.

After speaking, staring at the back of the young man with burning eyes, his heart went up and down, and secretly wondered, my passer-by has been from childhood to adulthood, at ease, without worry, I don't know how many people want to make friends with me, how can I have special feelings for this strange boy today.

The young man was silent for a long time, well, and spat out a word softly. Passers-by were very excited about this sudden extra relative, and said happily: What is the surname of the righteous brother?

The young man rolled over, and the voice of the young man was heard in the distance.

Passers-by muttered in their mouths: An, An, safe An.

At the same time, he secretly swore in his heart that he would protect this brother in this life, and as for his life experience and changes, Hugh would mention it again.

The white belly of the fish has slowly spread from the east, and the long night has come to an early end, in exchange for a dawn full of hope.