Kneeling like this, it was a day and a night, and when Xiang Qianren got up, a generation of demon venerables was not there, with gray hair and drooping old age.

The tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, the son wants to raise but does not wait, he originally thought that the brocade clothes and angry horses would return home, so that his father and mother could live a happy life like the people in the city, who knew that they would not have time to realize it in the future, they had already driven the crane west.

Xiang Qianren's tears had dried, he stood up in silence, and led the horse slowly down the mountain.

The sun is setting in the west, and the old man is thin and thin, exuding a rich twilight atmosphere.

The clear stream flows around the mountainside, a little lady squatting on the side of the stream, because of the posture, highlighting her graceful figure, the mallet gently beats the clothes resting on the bluestone again and again, dare not use how to exert force, tired and take a break, stretch out a green finger to pick up the green silk that hangs down to cover the eyebrows, dipped in wet water, it is close to the forehead and cheeks, occasionally in a daze, looking at the reflection of his face in the water, ripples, it is blurred. A lock of beautiful black hair fluttered down like a waterfall, curved willow eyebrows, delicate nose, pink cheeks slightly reddened, Xiang Qianren's lips trembled, led the horse up, and said with a complicated expression: "Girl, long time no see." ”

The little lady wiped the sweat stains on her forehead, looked up and smiled: "Uncle, what's the matter?"

Xiang Qianren looked stunned, he has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for 20 years, what a beautiful woman he has never seen, but only she Li Muzi is the only one who can make him a nerd.

His lips moved, he wanted to speak and stopped, as if there was something unspeakable, and said calmly after half a sound: "Girl, can you give the little old man a bowl of cold water to quench his thirst?"

"What's so hard about that? The little lady smiled lightly, and when she turned around, she shouted: "Nian'er, bring a bowl of cold water to quench the thirst of this old uncle." ”

"Mother. ”

A four- or five-year-old child wearing a tiger head hat trotted all the way with a bowl of cold water, and suddenly fell into the arms of the little lady, and shouted a word of motherhood.

Li Muzi smiled and took his son's water, handed it to Xiang Qianren, and said, "Oh, uncle, this water was picked up from the top of my husband's mountain, and it is sweet." ”

Xiang Qianren's face was pale, as if struck by lightning, his withered hands trembled uncontrollably, took the cold water in his hand, and smiled reluctantly: "Well, thank you, little old man." ”

Li Muzi smiled and waved his hand, signaling that it was okay.

Xiang Qianren's nose was sour, he returned the wooden bowl to Li Muzi, and tried to squeeze out a smiling face, "Girl, that little old man will leave first." ”

Li Muzi hugged the child and said, "Nian'er, say goodbye to this old man." ”

The child wearing the tiger head hat blinked his eyes, and said angrily: "Grandpa, goodbye." ”

Xiang Qianren bit his lip tightly, nodded, and resolutely turned around, no one saw it, the moment he turned around, his heart was heartbroken.

Li Muzi looked at Xiang Qianren's distant back, and suddenly felt a strangeness at a loss, she wanted to get up and ask, but after all, she just wanted to.

One day you will forget me and plunge into the world of new love and indulge her, one day you will have a husband and a lovely child who will be very good to you, one day you will be busy in the crowd and forget my promise to you, one day you will pass me by but you will not recognize each other, one day you will occasionally think of my name but you will not remember my appearance;

What you once thought you would never forget, will one day become unrecognizable.

And there will always be such a person who will always live in the bottom of his heart, but disappear into life

"Li Muzi, I, Xiang Qianren, like you!

"Actually... Actually, I like you too. ”

"Plum, you must wait for me, you must!"

"What?"

"It's nothing, treat me rich and glorious, and promise you ten miles of peach blossoms. ”

No wonder my mother said that men are born to be flattering, hum, when you are rich and glorious, I am afraid that your face will become sand. ”

Xiang Qianren led the horse to walk in the town, his body became more and more rickety, he walked like this, walked through the streets that he had walked countless times, there was no familiar crowd anymore, with the pace forward, he had a sense of nostalgia in his heart for some reason, looking back at the past, there were too many reluctance, and thousands of feelings surged into his heart.

When he sees an old object, he remembers something・・・・・・・

When he sees an old person, he remembers somewhere・・・・・・

It was a summer of hooking shoulders.

I was sixteen years old that year.

Just disappeared into the rings of time.

The weather was gloomy, and Xiang Qianren walked blankly, looking so lonely and out of place in the crowd. He suddenly wondered, what was the purpose of his twenty years of painstaking cultivation?

A pair of little lovers sitting opposite each other played unscrupulously, as if the world was only for the two of them. Xiang Qianren led the horse past them, his eyes were a little damp, he had also had this scene before, but his flowers were now a wife and a mother.

I thought that I could return in a certain season of flowers, hold a pair of slender hands, walk through the grass of love, and fly in the rolling red dust like that butterfly.

Who would have thought that all this was just a beautiful dream, that once familiar face, like a piece of petals floating in the water, so resolute and decisive, maybe so helpless to go away with the water, leaving only unspeakable infatuation.

In vain, this barren flower is full moon, and he follows himself all the way to the red dust, wandering alone.

He thought, the flowers are still there, still blooming brightly, just like me is still floating in the red dust, but the flowers are no longer by his side, she may still have an unintentional memory, touching the scene, remembering a certain person in a certain year and a certain month, or a trace of melancholy, or a sigh, or a faint thought.

The corners of Xiang Qianren's mouth were hooked, his smile was bitter, thinking that at the beginning, the young man who used to be graceful and graceful, did not recover from the world, and relied on a rashness, so he went to the rivers and lakes. So, love, love, hate, resentment, shuttling through emotions, thinking that all promises are as beautiful as the clouds on the horizon, thinking that the stubborn love will eventually grow old. It wasn't until a heart was hurt that I suddenly understood, and I knew that this was just a stormy incident.

Xiang Qianren walked forward slowly, he didn't know where to go now, and finally ended up in a relatively remote place in the west of the city. At the price of eight taels of gold, I set up a small shop, and after tidying it up, I moved in.

Xiang Qianren sat quietly cross-legged in the back room. Quietly feel this rolling red dust.

He suddenly had the idea that he wanted to open a private school.

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