Night.

The starry sky is full of nights, the full moon is clear, and insects are chirping.

Master:

"When does the moon come in the blue sky?

I'll stop and ask for a glass today.

People can't get the moon when they climb it.

The moon travels with people.

Today's people don't see the ancient times and the moon.

This month has been according to the ancients.

The ancients and the present are like flowing water.

This is true for the bright moon.

I wish it would be when the song is against the wine.

The moonlight shines on the golden bottle. ”

I can hear the master chanting poems, knowing that his qualifications are too shallow to dock, but there are thousands of sorrows in his heart, so he can only raise his glass to the moon and drink it, and pour out his sorrows with bitter wine.

"Apprentice," the master drank a glass of wine and placed the glass lightly on the table, "Why, do you already feel the pressure before you see the real rivers and lakes?"

Ke just wanted to answer, but before he could make a sound, he was interrupted by the master: "The rivers and lakes are not places where any hairy boy can go, the rivers and lakes are sinister, not only about all kinds of martial arts masters, but also about people's hearts." ”

After speaking, the master glanced at it and poured a glass of wine, "In the rivers and lakes, you always lie to me, I lie to you, it seems to be calm, but in fact it is dangerous." You need to grasp a good degree, extract a trace of credibility from thousands of lies, and seize the initiative. People are unpredictable, there are some things you want to resist stubbornly, but you find that you don't have that ability at all, time makes you understand more is that life can not develop according to your expectations, sometimes even the opposite, the important thing is that you know how to choose the wood. ”

Master began to talk to himself, "There will be many people in your life who will teach you this and that, some of them will sound really reasonable, and some of them will be fucking bullshit! But often those farts can help you when it matters most, and the things that almost everyone thinks make sense will always find ways to harm you. ”

Master took another drink: "I'm going to give you a fart now, listen up!"

You can look at the Master intently.

"Poof~" Then there was a stench.

"Hahahaha. Master looked up to the sky and smiled.

"Master, you, actually, really let out a fart!" You can cover your nose with one hand and fan away the fart in front of you with the other.

"Alright, alright, apprentice, just now I was just joking with you, but now you really listen!"

Surrounded by stinky farts, you can sit down again, hold your breath, and see that the master has a serious face, but I have never seen the master so serious, and it seems that he has made a lot of determination to say something, and the master can and dare not say it if he doesn't speak, so he has been waiting for the master to speak.

Suddenly, Master's face was flushed, "Poof~", what could be ushered in was another fart.

"Master, you're so bored!" he could stand up with his sleeves flicked and wanted to leave.

"Do you know why you never use a sword as a teacher?" You can look back and see the master holding a wine glass in one hand and wanting to drink, looking at the sword on the table with both eyes, his expression is very solemn, just like the way the master looked at the sky before.

"You said it wasn't your sword. "You can stand still.

"Yes, isn't it stupid for a person who never knows how to use a sword to carry a sword with him all the time. ”

You can look at the sword: "Then this sword must have a special meaning to the master." ”

"That's your master's sword!" After speaking, the master drew the sword out of the sheath, and in the moonlight, the sword body was shining with cold light, and the master's cheeks were red.

Master was a little drunk, "I met your wife in a brothel, she is a famous local Hua Dan, she sings and dances well. But she has never been a performer, not a person, and many people can't ask for it. Many times I wanted to order her, but unfortunately her schedule was very full, the higher the bid of those dignitaries and nobles, the higher her value, I could only watch her being clicked back and forth, but there was no way to intervene. ”

"Until one time, a very rich man came and bought her as a concubine at a high price. The price is too high, and I was tempted at once. This old woman of his mother sold her, and when she found out, she washed her face with tears all day, and I could not bear it, so I took her away when she went out of the door of the brothel and was about to enter another door. ”

You can go back to the table and sit down slowly.

"And then, you're married?"

Master shook his head: "No, it's not so much to save her, it's better to say that I hurt her......" Master put the sword back into the scabbard.

"The rich man was a man of a bad character and a cruel temper, and he decided to destroy what he could not get. So, he hired a lot of people to hunt us down. Your wife could have lived a stable life, but she not only didn't blame me for becoming like this, but thanked me for taking her out of the Qinglou life. She said that those men seemed to be polite, but in fact, they were all naked thoughts in their hearts, and she had long been tired of these men who were inconsistent with each other. ”

"We used to go into hiding, and I bought her a sword and taught her how to defend herself. One night she said, "Do you dislike me as a woman in a green house?" I said that if Lao Tzu dislikes you, why should he take you away! That night, we comforted each other's bodies and got more joy than one person. Later, one day we got married privately, and heaven and earth were the matchmakers. I think that even on the wedding day, on the big day, there was no banquet, no blessing, I couldn't even give him a wedding dress, and she could only follow me to work hard in the days that followed. ”

"Thinking about it, I was going to buy breakfast, but I somehow walked into a tavern and heard that borrowing wine can drown my sorrows. The hateful thing is that I am too drunk to drink, and after a few glasses, I fell into a daze and fell asleep. It was already noon when I woke up, and I hurried back to find her lying on the ground, lying in a pool of blood, dying. ”

Master had red eyes but did not cry.

Remorseful, I ran to pick her up, and she clutched the sword in her hand, but never drew it. I couldn't stop crying, she smiled, there was still a trace of blood on the corner of her mouth, and the blood on her body had seeped through the whole dress. I didn't expect that the red color, which originally meant joy, did not appear at our wedding, but would appear in such a sad moment. I picked her up and ran outside, trembling and reassuring her that she was okay. ”

And she didn't seem to be afraid, frowning and smiling shallowly. The tears in Master's eyes glistened in the moonlight, and those eyes were already covered with traces of time.

It seems to understand why Master is an alcoholic instead of vowing never to touch alcohol again, not choosing to escape from reality, but forcing himself to endure this in order not to let the past repeat itself.

The night seems to put your shadow under the shadow of the world, and what gives people is the fear that extends from the inexplicable emptiness. And the moonlight makes the world only your own shadow, revealing your loneliness without hesitation, and replacing your panic in your heart is actually more uneasy and apprehensive.

Back on that day twenty years ago, Master hugged his woman, terrified and remorseful. The woman frowned because of the pain, but she was able to fall into the arms of her beloved but smiled: "Don't be afraid, it's okay, I know I can't hold on." I'm already content to have someone who truly loves me, and although the days are shorter, I think I've felt the happiness I wanted. The sword you gave me, I didn't use it, no matter how many times you taught me, I couldn't learn it. I'm just a little woman, unlike you heroes, these hands are enough to touch your face like this, except for playing the piano and embroidering. Every time the sword is facing each other, it will leave large and small scars on the sword, I don't want this, my sword will always be complete and pure, and no one can defile it. Don't cry, if I have to make another choice, I'll follow you......"

Once again, the master fell asleep with the wine jar in his arms, and the pure sword lay on his side. In the eyes of others, he seems to be just a drunken swordsman. However, what others do not understand is that a drunk person never drinks for the sake of getting drunk, it is not the body that gets drunk, but the mind.

You can look at the mottling on the moon disk and think of your grandmother, who has blocked the cold moonlight from his door countless times before leaving with peace of mind. Now she was alone in the wilderness, and the steps of the old house were covered with moss and weeds. He thought of Xingle again, he didn't have time to apologize to him for treating him so much, and now he has completely cut off contact, I don't know how he is doing now, he should be many times stronger than himself. It's been almost two months since I left home, and I don't even know where the rivers and lakes are going.

In my thoughts, the eyes that can gaze at the moon seem to see not the moon but myself in the mirror. His gaze suddenly left the emptiness in front of him, and he habitually said "", picked up the wine jar, took two sips, and immediately fell drunk on the table and fell asleep.