On the Hongyue Bridge, the lights are neon.

Hearing Yiyun's slow chanting, Bai Mo's expression gradually became calm, and her extremely beautiful eyes also rippled with bright two waves.

"Did he really come?"

That night at the bridgehead, she waited stupidly, starlight and moon shadow, she asked blankly.

"Jia Nan, is there any way to reproduce the events of the multi-year period?"

The girl glanced at him obliquely, and couldn't believe it: such a diao, when she was reciting that poem, there was a moment or two that made her distracted.

"Yes, but this kind of reproduction must depend on a certain amount of residual information. Ling Jianan said, as soon as his hands moved, one after another energetic qi gushed out, converging into a blue mirror.

"Ahh

Ling Jiannan glanced at him: "This is called a streamer, as long as you perceive residual information, you can show what happened many years ago." ”

"Wow!" Yiyun hurriedly jumped away, secretly vigilant in his heart: if this thing senses its own residual information, how miserable it will be!

He thought about it, then hooked his finger at Bai Mo, and the banshee walked over under the confinement of Ling Jianan's talisman.

"Whew......"

The blue mirror suddenly transformed.

The pictures flickered, and finally appeared from the beginning:

A millennium ago.

In early summer, there is a gentle breeze. The reeds on the riverbank, the reeds have bloomed. The tidbits drifted across the river with the wind and into the distance.

The stone bridge, under the bridge hole, was still the white foam of a river mussel, which was not buried deep in the mud and sand like other similar people, but stopped on a piece of bluestone.

After decades of absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, she already has a little bit of spiritual wisdom.

This is the land of fish and rice, and every year at this time, fishermen row their boats to the river to cast their nets to catch fish.

The sky is clear and the sun is shining.

After staying on the bluestone for a long time, the white foam opened and closed the mussel shell and slowly swam into the river.

The river water is clear, and the slightly cool water waves are surging, which makes her feel extra comfortable.

"I'm always suffocating under the bridge, haha, it's still fun here. White foam spat out a string of small bubbles, and the silky water slid over the soft flesh of her mussel shell, making her feel the gentleness of the river.

Suddenly, a large net fell from the sky and covered her body at once.

White foam comes out of the instinct of the mussels, and closes the shell of the mussel at once.

"Help, help!" In the darkness, White Foam secretly cried out for help.

"Wow"

With the sound of water, Bai Mo felt a violent shock all over her body, and she carefully opened a slit, and a glimmer of light penetrated in. Then, she fell heavily to the wooden deck with a number of fish.

"Oops!" Bai Mo cried out in pain, only to feel dizzy.

"Gu Lu" rolled to the hem of a pair of black shoes.

"Help me. ”

Bai Mo gently opened and closed the shell of the mussel, and immediately sent out a cry for help, but no one could hear it.

Just as Bai Mo felt desperate, a pair of hands lifted her up.

With a burst of joy, Bai Mo quickly opened and closed the shell of the mussel, spit out a slip of water, and shot in the face of the person who lifted her, which is the mussel's way of calling for help.

"Ahh

Seeing his wolf bèi through the gap, Bai Mo completely forgot about his dangerous situation, and only thought it was very interesting.

"The mussel sprays water, it is crying for help, just like the fish spitting water, and there is also a saying: the mussel spits water, because it has pearls in its shell. The fisherman said as he sorted out his harvest.

"Really?" the scholar knocked on the shell of the foam in confusion, and she closed the shell a little shyly, and opened a slit again, squirting out a stream of water.

"Oh, it's squirting, sir, if it is as you say, this mussel is begging for help, but it has begged me twice for help, can you please let it go?" said the scholar, and bowed to the fisherman.

"Ah, Childe, this is unacceptable, my old fisherman can't afford it!" The fisherman hurriedly came over and held the scholar's hands, and then smiled: "Haha, since Childe said so, then let it go." ”

The scholar nodded, put the mussel on the side of the boat, and Bai Mo happily opened and closed the shell of the mussel, and the scholar saw a round and shiny pearl in the mussel, but he only smiled and did not speak.

"If the old man knew about it, he would definitely refuse to let it go. He thought, gently put the mussel into the water, and watched the river mussel slowly sink to the bottom, the scholar said slowly: "It is said that it is very auspicious to see the pearl, no matter what the results of the scientific expedition are, I will definitely go back to this river to worship you." ”

Bai Mo listened to this, through the river, looking at the scholar's face and outfit gradually moving away, a warm current in her heart swept through, sinking into the mud and sand, the river mussel forgot to close the mussel shell in a daze, and just thought firmly: "Okay, I'll wait for you." ”

The scholar's bright smile is like the beautiful sunshine of early summer, and it has always been remembered in her heart, in her dreams.

The picture beats, and Bai Mo's heart is worried:

Years later.

Late at night, torrential rain pours, and the village on the edge of the stone bridge. In the canopy at the entrance of the village, a middle-aged man stood to hide from the rain.

"You're a foreigner. It's so late and it's raining, if you don't dislike it, come to my house to take refuge. An old man said.

"Then I'm going to bother you. The middle-aged man said.

Walking into a thatched house, inside the house, a light like a bean. The middle-aged man took a closer look: "Uncle, it turned out to be you, I passed by here back then, and I saw you fishing." ”

"Haha, it's really fateful. The fisherman smiled.

"Yes, remember the day I begged you to release a mussel on your boat, remember?" the middle-aged man felt very kind.

The fisherman smiled undiminishedly: "Yes, yes, I remember." That day, but the old fisherman, I harvested the most, you said that you went to Beijing to take the top prize, did you get in?"

"I guess I got in. The middle-aged man looked proud, and then smiled bitterly: "What can I do if I am admitted? Now the world is sinister and the officialdom is dark; even if he has gained fame, he cannot help the world and save the people, nor can he do anything for the world." Give me a small favor of five buckets of rice, and ask me to bend my waist and salute, I am a scholar, with a breeze on my sleeves and righteousness in my chest, how can I promise him?"

"Oh, the way of the world......" the fisherman sighed.

The middle-aged man shook his head: "The world is dark, but I don't know that it is so dark; After speaking, he sighed helplessly.

After a while, the rain was heavier.

"When I left, I promised the river mussel in the river that I would come back to worship it, and I am here today to fulfill my promise. The middle-aged man smiled.

In the midst of the torrential rain and thunder, the middle-aged man went to the river without hesitation, only to see the turbulent waves, and he was lucky to see the river mussel again, but he could not get it after all, so he bowed to the stone bridge of the river.

When he returned to the fisherman's hut, the middle-aged man was seriously ill and left when he was cured, and the fisherman couldn't help but ask him: "I have seen many scholars, but you are still the first person to be trustworthy like you, I wonder if you can let the old man know your name?"

"My name is Tao Yuanming. The scholar floated away, chanting all the way:

Returning to the future, the countryside will not return? Since the heart is the form, the sorrow and the sorrow are lonely? ......

The picture stopped abruptly, and the white foam was already in tears. It turned out that he really hadn't forgotten that promise, and on such a rainy night, he actually went to the river to find himself.

"Am I wrong?"

White foam sat weakly on the ground, silently weeping.

After a pause, Bai Mo stood up, looked at Yiyun, and smiled on his face: "Thank you." She took out a jewel the size of a goose egg and handed it to him: "I have practiced for thousands of years, and I have this inner bead; ”

Yiyun took the orb and saw that the white foam turned into a clear stream of water and flowed into his demon collecting gourd.

Between heaven and earth, how much is constant, it is just a passing cloud.

What kind of commitment can really withstand the vicissitudes of life.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking.

This situation can be recalled? It's just that it was already clear at the time.