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Foreword: For a long time, the two poems that are super loving are: "At that time, the young spring shirt was thin" and "Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight". The first sentence is what I think is the coolest poem in the world, and it is useless to say more about it based on this thin word, and the latter sentence is the influence caused by Mr. Gu Long, every time I read this poem, I always feel that the hair on the back of my neck stands on end, and the impression of the magic knife is deeply rooted in my heart, this poem is the only thing that can stop the killing intent of the magic knife. So we named the leader of the Demon Sect Bai Xiaolou (according to research, it is obviously related to Bai Baiyu, and the black knife used by Fu Hongxue is estimated to be the original version of Xiaolou listening to Spring Rain overnight), and the woman he fell in love with was called Spring Rain. So, Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, which happened to be the dew love.

In other words, the third young master of the Xie family in Cuiyunfeng Lushui Lake is an even idol, and many people knew it before the name was changed. Even if he is forced to be pulled in helplessly, he must maintain the demeanor of the three young people of the Xie family, and occasionally he will have to ...... in a small building overnight

Okay, no more nonsense. Let's get started.

One

The dragon gave birth to nine sons, all of whom were different.

Fan Chuan suspected early on that he was born to verify this sentence.

"Your father is a dragon. Your mother is also a dragon. Your brothers and sisters are dragons, too. Why is it that you're the only one who doesn't even look like a snake, oh no, a gecko?"

Meng Zhang couldn't help but ask every time he saw Fan Chuan.

Can't answer.

Even if it appeared in its original form, it only looked more like a monster, a thousand miles away from the appearance of the dragon clan that was revered by the world.

"I don't know. All I know is that the first person to say that people should not be seen must have been extremely ugly and obscene. Usually Meng Zhang would not dwell on this issue, but when he was drunk, he had to ask questions every time, exposing and mocking in front of everyone at the banquet in the Dragon Palace, in the palace of the Dragon King. When it was pressed, Fan Chuan would answer with this sentence, and then without exception, the court was full of laughter.

It has been a thousand years since I left Kunlun and came to the South China Sea. Shui Hou has never looked down on himself, and he has been regarded as the object of contempt and ridicule since the day he came. After all, a descendant of an ancient god makes fun of his own sense of accomplishment.

Meng Zhang is this kind of person. He does everything to show his worth, to show that he stands on top of anyone else - he likes Snow Flute Lingyi, just like that. Such a well-known woman, he just thinks that only he can like it, so he keeps telling himself like this, so for many years, Meng Zhang has been convinced that he likes Lingyi.

His self-confidence was enough to overwhelm anyone, including a descendant of a fallen god of wind and rain.

However, whether it is patrolling, training, or drumming waves, you can always feel your presence in the South China Sea. Just ignoring those ridicules, existence is a kind of happiness.

After all, in Kunlun, they don't even bother to give contempt.

It's as if it doesn't exist.

Two

Immortal?

Monster?

Those who obey the heavens are gods, and those who go against the heavens are demons.

In the war a thousand years ago, my father did not choose either side.

But he didn't understand that it was a mistake not to choose.

Therefore, when my father was exterminated by Kunlun, everyone just watched and no one said a word. Father is not Kunlun's rain master, the god of wind and rain just sometimes responds to the call of the rain master, and there is no conflict of interest with anyone, maybe this is also the reason why his father does not make a choice, he never thought that there would be people who can't get along with himself, the god of wind and rain who doesn't care about the world.

This is not the case.

My father would say every time: "Fan Chuan, you go, leave Kunlun, this is not the right place for you." ”

"But, they didn't take me seriously, they only made me transparent......"

"I was also transparent at the beginning, before I was relegated to the bottom of the mountain. ”

"Why is this happening? All this, this Kunlun ......"

"I don't know, it's been almost a thousand years since that war, and I've been locked up here for a thousand years, and I haven't figured it out day and night. Maybe it could be explained as fate. As he said this, the god of wind and rain stroked the chains around his neck, like a friend for many years, "Some people are born to understand, and some people never, and even this chain did not make me sober." Your brothers have already left, and you are the only one left to accompany me until now, Fan Chuan, you should also go. Don't wait for the same fate for you and me. ”

"Father, I want to know why. Fan Chuan's tone was firm, "No, maybe it should be called an excuse, what excuse did they use to lock you here?"

"What's the excuse? I really should let you know. It's actually quite simple, I didn't do anything that day, I just went out to visit a few friends. ”

"Do they say you're in a faction?"

"Hahaha," the god of wind and rain laughed, "if that were the case, I would be willing." Because my trip that day happened to be on the road ahead of Dayu, you must know that our dragon clan is in and out of the wind and rain, so I have been imprisoned for the crime of obstructing water control. ”

"This, this is really unreasonable. ”

At that time, Yu was the truth. Even his father wasn't ......"

Immortal?

Monster?

In fact, in ancient times, everyone was the same.

Different, just fate.

Fate is uninhibited, even dragons will be defined as demons.

Three

Similarly, in the South China Sea, Meng Zhang is the truth.

There are some things that you can't get rid of no matter where you flee to.

The difference is just the form of expression.

If you accidentally get in the way, you will be locked up for a thousand years, and if you accidentally glance at the painting that is already hanging in the room, you will be driven out of the Dragon Palace, claiming that it will never be used. In this world, in this divine realm, where is the Paradise?

Fan Chuan glanced back at the palace in the South China Sea, broke through the wind and waves, and traced the water.

There is a feeling of being a little more nostalgic than Kunlun. The kind of righteousness when he left Kunlun was gone, maybe it was because he had lived a comfortable life in the Dragon Palace for many days, and when he resumed running again, he actually felt that Shui Hou's face had become cute. That person, no matter what, has also kept himself for nearly a thousand years - there is no respect, but there are some things that cannot be said, and I have to admit that Shuihou Mengzhang is also an admirable person no matter what. If there is a rise or fall in the South China Sea, it should depend on this person.

You don't need to see it yourself. He didn't want to rely on his own descendants of the wind and rain god, after all, Meng Zhang still had no branches, and the person who raised the rebel flag openly and openly was a guest in the South China Sea unharmed, while his unrelated father was locked up for a thousand years.

Let's go.

After hundreds of years of getting along, I realized that I had no reason to resent and have no reason to be angry. Although he indirectly harmed his father, he himself is just a rough and heroic general, without any scheming, he only knows how to destroy what he is not used to, and admires the person worthy of admiration, for him, that person is Meng Zhang. Who is Ji Meng, in Wuzhiqi's heart, he is just the father of the teenager Fan Chuan. He didn't have the feeling of guilt, but he didn't have to feel guilty. My father didn't know anything about Yu, and Wu Zhiqi didn't know anything about Ji Meng's suffering, even though it was the same war.

He only cared if Shuihou Mengzhang could lead him back to his former home, no matter what kind of person was a lover, the world completely ruled by Kunlun.

Leave, leave when it's time to leave.

Life is so simple.

Four

This place is called Zhenyang.

Before I knew it, I followed the waterway to this small county town.

It's really hard to change his nature, Fan Chuan laughed self-deprecatingly, and unconsciously came here following the change of water vapor. The inheritance in the bones can't be changed even after so many years in the South China Sea, I was originally going to visit the mountains and rivers, but as soon as I left the South China Sea, I still ran to the place where precipitation was needed.

Looking at the woman wearing a veil on the side of the road and choosing someone to marry, Fan Chuan didn't know what he thought. I don't know much about the things of the world, but I also know that women are to be married, and they should be raised in the boudoir. In the realm of the gods, there is no such thing as rich and poor, what the gods need is not these, the gods are at most just eating and drinking, where can they feel the suffering of the world. However, people are different. In front of the heavy shackles of life, all dignity is slowly peeling off one by one, drifting out of reach with the veil that has been thrown off.

What is the purpose of existence, is it for such an insult?

The heaviness of a thousand years passed in a flash.

There is no such thing as dignity, for a thousand years, and there has never been.

And those who are on high cannot be seen by God on high.

The height of the seat obscures many, many more.

Therefore, if there is a natural disaster, it will be a natural disaster.

All beings are equal, but they are all ants.

Fan Chuan flew into the air and waved his hand to attract water vapor. Precipitation is just instinct for him, so simple, but it is a luxury for the world. They sacrificed, prayed, and were completely unaware that the drought was just providential. With the terrain of Zhenyang, how could it be so dry? Anyway, I am useless, so let's do my part for the people here. Fan Chuan circled around Zhenyang again, carefully calculating the amount of water that should fall in each place.

Looking back at the place where the wind rises, I see the woman looking up at the moon.

Lonely.

That's what it feels like at first sight.

What are you looking up to?

Looking up at the sky on earth and heaven in hell, you will only find that heaven is just as dirty...... It is useless to be lonely and to constantly mourn.

Five

“...... There were fish and shrimp playing in this pond some time ago, but it has dried up for so many days before you know it. She opened the window, and by the moonlight, the sound of the piano sounded, which was particularly pleasant in the quiet of the night.

In the middle of the night, it's not about the piano but about the loneliness that has been lingering for many years.

There are few bosom friends, who listens to broken strings?

It's not easy to learn the piano, and it's even harder to play the piano. People will only praise the good tunes they talk about, and how many people don't look at their father's face, and how many people can really understand it?

So I make songs late at night, just for those who want to listen.

For many years, I watched my father grow old day by day. I'm growing up, and I'm getting older at the same time. I often feel that every petal of flowers is withered in my heart, and every fallen leaf seems to have written a word in my heart. I've been looking for the content of that text, as if in a dream, clearly remembering what I wrote word by word. I also know that it is a dream, and I always remind myself to remember it clearly, and if I write it down silently after waking up, it will definitely be an article worth pondering. The more I tried to memorize it in my dreams, the more completely I forgot it when I woke up, leaving only a trace of the impression I regretted - how good it would be if I remembered it.

Fuzzy has been trying to grasp it, trying to grasp the imprints left in the dream, but he can't grasp it. That feeling is always in my heart, reminding myself, but no one can say it. As a result, there is only loneliness.

I only play the piano at night, and I chase that feeling with music.

Until the day when the pool dries up. Everything hidden at the bottom of the pool suddenly became clear, along with the chapters written in dreams over the years, and the feeling that had been incomprehensible.

That's fear. Fear of one's own life is like this pond of water, although slowly, but always invisibly decreasing, if you meet this year's shouting, it will soon be gone.

Why is life always like this?

Years later, who will be by my side to face the horrors of the years?

Still lonely and lonely at night.

Six

The woman in the house below is indescribably beautiful. I have seen the fairies of Kunlun, I have seen the goddesses of the South China Sea, they are all like fireworks that do not eat the world, and they are beautiful, but they always lack a moving feeling, and their beauty is just like illusion. Rather than the flesh-and-blood reality of the woman in front of you.

Fan Chuan pressed the cloud head and unconsciously fell in front of the woman's window. From a closer distance, the posture is still missing, but the melancholy between the eyebrows can be seen more clearly. is different from the disease-free moaning of the average lady, the melancholy of the woman in front of her should come from the bottom of her heart. What are you sad about? Such a beautiful face should be born with the same touching smile. It seems to be extravagant for your laughter, and I don't fully believe it until this moment today. For the sake of the people you like, it's worth doing anything. Because I like it, I just want to make you happy.

At first glance, Fan Chuan concluded that he liked the woman in front of him.

Then, the piano sounded.

And then just loneliness.

The blind face of the Kunlun Immortal flashed in front of him, the chains of his father, the tears of his mother, the parting of his brothers, and even the image of Shui Hou's ambition. What have I been chasing for all these years, or am I simply running away from something? Maybe the answer is right in front of you. Before she appeared, she was still confused, and she couldn't even grasp the problem in her heart, but the moment she saw her, she understood fatalistic that no matter what it was, the woman in front of her was the answer.

The years are like water.

I really understand your piano. Or maybe I can't understand the music, but I understand the heart.

I can do it for you.

Forever and ever.

If I can, I want to listen to the rain with you, look at the moon and stroke the qin, until the earth is barren.

Disperse the water vapor in the sky and slowly concentrate in the courtyard where you are.

Have water. So the spring gushed again.

In an instant, water overflowed the pond in front of the window.

The gushing was incessant, two or three feet above the water, but it did not overflow. I stood on top of the water column and waved my hand, and a drizzle fell in the courtyard and enveloped you and me.

Not to show off, just to fulfill your wishes.

Not for drama, just for you to be your companion in this life.

Lonely for a thousand years, wandering for a lifetime.

Originally, it was just to see you.

How to spend a night in Xiaolou, everyone imagine it, know the imagination, ho ho ......

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