It's raining, and it's raining heavily.
There was a small boat floating by the river. There was a man sitting on the boat, holding a long pole, as if he was fishing. The rain fell on him, but he seemed not to notice it, staring at the river attentively. He couldn't feel the cold or wet, and his body and mind were devoted to the long pole in his hand. But upon closer inspection, I discovered that his hair and clothes were not stained by even a drop of rainwater. A thin layer of spiritual clothing covered his body, isolating the cold spring rain from this body without temperature.
There was clearly a distance between the boat and the shore, but no one knew who had stepped onto the awning. This person must have excellent lightness skills. The boat only sank slightly and quickly floated up, spreading out a layer of invisible ripples that collided with the lines hit by the rain and melted away. He held an old oil-paper umbrella and stood upright on the awning. If the rain gets heavier or the wind gets stronger, this old umbrella will definitely become useless.
"You'd better fish from the shore," said the man holding an umbrella. "When it rains, the fish gather in shallow water, waiting for the seeds and insects on the shore to be washed into the water."
"Is the fish in the tank okay?" the angler said without looking back.
"It's a joyous swim. It's just going around in a round water tank, and you have to swim back to the starting point."
"Have the fish ever told you how those fragile fins, as thin as cicada wings, separate their fingers to catch prey?"
"I just said that it was injured by a living corpse, and it turned out like this after recovery. It doesn't seem like a lie. It probably has something to do with the cycle of spiritual energy and the characteristics of Wangui Zhi."
The angler stopped talking and still looked at the water intently. Both of them were silent, and the rain kept falling, neither too heavy nor too little. The dense raindrops on the water continued to spread without stopping for a moment. After a long time, the young master in golden clothes asked him again:
"You must have spent a lot of effort to get rid of the yin and yang and go to the stream."
"It's as annoying as a plaster. I don't want to be too high-profile, but it gives him face to chase after him."
"Then have you seen the poor girl?"
"See you," Wuyonglan put her left hand on her right shoulder and rubbed it, "Although it's a little worse, with a little help, it's still a good seedling. It's a pity that she refused Wuyong's help."
Wenjiu seemed to have heard something new and couldn't help but open his eyes. He smiled and said: "There are still people who would refuse your offer? It is really a rare thing."
"I told her truthfully that exchanging her brother for a doll is a sure-profit deal. We can guarantee that such a body is more attractive to the soul. In terms of use, it is much better than the corpse of the dead. Many. Without the need for constant nourishment of spiritual bodies and vitality, one can maintain a youthful appearance for a long time. Overcome lack of water, aging, death... the shortcomings of human beings will never be found in puppets."
"Furthermore, her brother will always be her brother, and this will never change due to the change in carrier form."
"Yes...but she still refused. She stubbornly believed that only her brother's original appearance was what she wanted most, and what her brother wanted most. Even if he lost a hair, he would no longer be The real him is like that. I can understand it, but it is difficult for me to understand it. This is stupid. If you stick to your old ways and stay in your ways, you will eventually die. After flowers are dried and processed through several processes, they will eventually decay and return to the earth. . Silk flowers are always beautiful, never rot, never wither, and are immortal, but they are always despised and ignored by those who pursue the meaning of the so-called truth."
"Flowers never bloom again. When the flowers wither and return to dust, people will naturally know what is the best choice."
"My patience allows it, but my time cannot wait for that day."
"It's true." Wenjiu sat down, his legs hanging on the awning, and his hands still holding the umbrella. "It is not easy to communicate with an evil angel. Presumably, the encounter between the ten evils was caused by the devil Yama." Monitoring all the time, it’s hard to say whether you can escape those eyes next time.”
"There is no better choice."
"Is there anyone else in Death Shadow Pavilion who can recommend you? Ah, I remember that Miss Thief is with them. Maybe this is the best cover."
"Existing in name only. After all, the Death Shadow Pavilion is the eyes, ears, hands and feet of the Yama Demon, not just the mouth. They are all duplicitous. In fact, the thieves are just acting under their control. No one who has passed through the hands of Yu Yumingxu can do anything for him. I use them. People who are like prostitutes may become extinct."
Wen Jiu asked curiously: "Tell me, what did you see in her in the first place? It's worth taking such a big risk to meet her."
"Her brother." Wuyonglan paused, "She herself is an out-and-out idiot, but idiots can also be useful. Her brother is her greatest source of strength, but also her greatest weakness. Choke it. Lifeline, if you pluck the main string, you can do whatever you want with every move. If you are more clever, you can still make people willing."
"Well, that's why she's so stubborn."
"It's hopeless. But even if a guy like that is let go, he won't become my enemy."
"That's right. She will only fight against those who interfere with her. Ah, what about Shao Shao? Since he is a child, he should be obedient."
Wuyonglan rarely turned his head and glanced in his direction. Although he didn't look at him formally, Wen Jiu sensed his contempt from this move. His tone and eyes clearly remained unchanged, and Wen Jiu could still hear a trace of disdain.
"Children are the most disobedient to discipline. Even monsters are the most difficult to tame at that age."
"The girl with two tongues is actually older."
"In the Wuyong clan, her role is insignificant. Instead, letting her wander around will cause reasonable damage."
"Then do you think the greedy girl is the same?"
"Her selfish desires are comparable to mine, and she will not be willing to obey or cooperate. What's more, her vision is narrow and she can only focus on those magic weapons. This will only cause more trouble for me."
Hearing this, Wen Jiu smiled bitterly. He couldn't help but raise his legs and kick Wuyonglan with the toe of his shoe, which was as hard as a stone. Wuyonglan's slender figure remained motionless, and even the fishing rod in his hand did not tremble.
"With so many demands, no wonder I'm still single."
Wuyonglan opened her mouth slightly and grinned a thin smile, which seemed to be a smile, but it seemed not. Anyway, warm wine is invisible.
"I have long been accustomed to being alone, and even to the point of loving it. But in today's world, I can only say that it is easier to travel when you have more friends."
Wenjiu also looked in the direction of his gaze. The fishing line never wavered, and he suspected that there was no bait on the hook. But it doesn't matter, he doesn't care about it. The two stopped talking. They seemed to have their own thoughts, and they seemed to have lost their minds. The cumulonimbus clouds moved slowly and finally moved away, revealing a clean sky. The sky in the east is still very blue, but in the west it is beginning to glow with golden light. The sun touches the mountains in the distance and slowly pulls itself downwards. The orange-dyed clouds are really beautiful, and it seems like warm rain can fall.
"Did you..."
It was rare for Wuyonglan to take the initiative to speak, but Wenjiu guessed what he was going to say.
"Are you so careless about your brother? Yu'er smells like a fox. I don't believe you haven't noticed it."
"Oh, you are making fun of me," Wen Jiu put away the oil-paper umbrella, "I was wondering when you were going to bring it up."
"Your friendship shouldn't be just a flash in the pan. But..." He lowered his voice, "If in the end, he still knows nothing about you, wouldn't you feel a little bit regretful and a little bit disappointed? "
After hearing this, Wen Jiu turned his face slightly and looked towards the warm west. His demeanor and tone were so relaxed, as if he was telling someone else's story.
"Since it's something I've considered carefully, why should I blame others for not being considerate enough?"
"People like you are the ones who will leave their names in the history books."
"You can also do it," Wenjiu smiled, "in the form of a villain. But you probably don't mind."
"Even like it a little bit."
"But I don't care. This last name was once something I was proud of, but now I just want to throw it away. But I didn't do that. This is almost the last connection I have with him."
“Your story has just begun—from the opposing perspective.”
"Really? It's obviously the end. I hope I will never get to perform in this rivalry scene. But things are always destined to backfire, and it would be really ugly to get to that point. If it is unavoidable that day, I will fight for it. . I will never leave the stage until there is a winner - just like I did in Master's room that day."
He held the oil-paper umbrella across the warm wine, as carefully as he was sizing up the musical instrument at his waist. But where his eyes penetrated all of this and where they really landed, only he himself knew.
"You will achieve great things." Wuyonglan continued talking to himself, "You will achieve great achievements. When the time comes, everyone will remember your name. Your name will become a household name, even if you would rather give up; your achievements will Recite it for the ages, even if you just follow your heart."
Wenjiu suddenly laughed, heartily and loudly. It doesn't matter whether he has deep feelings or whether he doesn't mean what he says. He just felt that he hadn't smiled like this in a long time, even though he didn't take a word of Wuyonglan's words to heart. Like someone told a funny joke, but not enough to stick in your mind. After a long time, when someone mentions it again or when I think about it myself, I can laugh like this again. However, Wenjiu felt that he had not laughed like this for a long time. After a long time, he wiped the corners of his eyes, wiped away half of the tears from his laughter, and said to Wuyonglan:
"Who in this world would believe lies?"
Wuyonglan didn't speak, just stared at the river silently, as if he hadn't said what he just said.
"It's rare for you to say some interesting compliments. It doesn't matter, I smiled happily. In short, as for the suitable partner, this matter is taken care of by me. I will go the extra mile to find it for you. But I have to be cautious You may have to wait for a long time."
"Thank you."
