Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, where there are fields of lotus leaves, and fish play among the lotus leaves.
The leaves of the lotus are to the east, the leaves of the lotus are to the west, the leaves of the lotus are to the south, and the leaves of the lotus are to the north.
It is the season when lotus flowers are in full bloom in the south of the Yangtze River. The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River has swept away the sultry heat of summer. The round leaves in the pond are full of shades of green, crowded and full of flowers.
There is a bamboo rocking chair in the small pavilion by the pool. Once the draft has passed, there is no need to turn on the fan, and it is completely comfortable.
The well-maintained face of a woman over thirty years old is already somewhat pale, but her lips are stained with bright red lipstick, which is moist and gorgeous, as if containing red vermillion.
A pair of distant mountain eyebrows are carefully drawn, with flower buds between the eyebrows, and a flowing cloud bun on her head, with only a budding white jade lotus on it.
Holding a volume of books in his hand, his fingertips stained with Dankou were slightly cold, and he clicked on the paper. He half-squinted his eyes and said to the man sitting next to him with a smile.
"...there is a person with a character named Tai Zhen, whose snow-skinned and colorful appearance is...the fairy mantle is fluttering in the wind, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers..."
"When I was young, I still didn't understand why you were obsessed with immortality. In recent years, I have read a lot of biographies. I thought that if I could see this charming fairy with snow-skinned and beautiful appearance every day, I would be the one I yearn for. .”
The woman's face was only in her thirties, and her voice was gentle and pleasant, but her opening of her mouth revealed a very old-fashioned attitude.
The man sitting on the stone chair next to him, already in his forties, was carefully peeling a fresh orange, picking out the meridians piece by piece with a thin skewer, and then placing it on a white porcelain plate.
Hearing this, he just smiled, but didn't say anything, and turned to talk elsewhere, "It rained yesterday, so today you can only blow the wind for half a moment, enjoy the scenery for half a moment, and no more."
"That's all, I think after looking at my face for hundreds of years, there's not much to look at from this snow-skinned and beautiful fairy. It's better to be reincarnated neatly and see a different appearance in the next life. It would be interesting."
The woman didn't care whether the man answered or not, she just kept talking to herself, turned the book upside down, reached out and picked up an orange segment from the white porcelain plate and ate it.
I don't know which word or sentence affected the man's mind. The hand holding the veins of the orange trembled, and the thin stick pricked the skin, and a few drops of orange juice came out.
"...In the past, there was a man in Sui'an Mountain in the Chu Kingdom. He died at the age of 160. Everyone in the world called him an immortal. Later generations dug his grave and examined his body. He was no more than a mortal, but he was good at maintaining health." The man's Adam's apple rose and fell, as if he was a little anxious, "Huan Niang, you are only a hundred and twenty, I will definitely find a good elixir, and you will live a long time."
These two are exactly the two relatives Huan Niang and He He had changed with when Lingchu was still young.
The two of them left without saying goodbye. One wanted to travel around the mountains and rivers, see the beautiful scenery in the world, and fulfill the dream of a boudoir. The other wanted to spend the rest of his life repaying the guilt in his heart, and wanted to be by his side for a long time to warm his cold heart.
Suddenly, decades have passed by quietly.
Huan Niang listened quietly to He Yi's anxious words, with a calm expression on her face, she said leisurely, "I did resent you for abandoning literature when you were young, but I also respect your freedom and boldness. After more than ten years of studying hard in the cold window, I have accumulated thousands of treasures and treasures, and I will give them up at any time."
"Nowadays, he is a veteran who is more than a hundred years old, but his courage is missing."
Closing the book with both hands, Huan Niang reached out to touch her cheek, her hands were very delicate.
"These Dingyan Pills, Baicao Pills, and Nawu Talismans all opened my eyes. It also made me have delusional thoughts for the first time in my life. It also made me understand your choice back then for the first time."
After saying this, Huan Niang paused and seemed to be regaining her strength, "But, I never thought about living a long time."
"All love will be reunited. It is impermanent and hard to come by. There are many fears in this life. Life is in danger from the morning dew. From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear. If you are separated from the one you love, you will have no worries and no fear."
"In this life, greed is the only word. Ordinary people are greedy for wealth and peace. Those who seek Taoism are greedy for longevity. I just want to live a good life. It doesn't have to be long or short. It doesn't have to be short. It doesn't have to be regretful. That's enough."
The breeze blows slowly, and it is easy to look sideways. The woman's eyebrows are clear and soft, and her eyes are still as clear as a young man.
Even though his body is full of illness and weakness, he still can't take away his dazzling appearance.
"Sometimes I really feel that you should be the one who seeks Taoism. My spiritual roots are really wronged by them." He Yi had long known that he was not suitable for cultivating immortality.
The old Taoist accepted him back then, just for the sake of ease.
Just because someone would look after the dilapidated Taoist temple.
Later, the old Taoist left, leaving nothing behind but one sentence, "Don't let obsession destroy yourself."
Don't let obsession destroy yourself.
He was not suitable for practicing Taoism. He struggled for more than ten years and achieved nothing. His parents died early and sadly, and Qingmei wandered into the world. Looking back at the world after him, he stood alone and alone.
All that was left was devastation.
He has been searching for immortals persistently for so many years. What will happen in the end?
Except for the courage and perseverance, everything is like quicksand between the fingers, disappearing with the wind.
Did you ask him if he ever regretted it? maybe.
You ask him if he does it again, will he do it again? meeting.
Maybe it's not worth it, maybe you get nothing, but sometimes, being full of courage and persistence is not unvaluable.
The left hand and the right hand, the left and right sides of the scale.
Just a choice.
He Yi is just lucky that after all, he still has someone who can make up for it.
It is precisely because of this that he will worry more about gains and losses. Once Huan Niang leaves, he is destined to live alone in this world.
Huan Niang is such a transparent and intelligent person. She can see through Na Yi's inner fear at a glance.
But she looked away without any thought of comfort.
Just as she said back then, the past is wiped out.
Whatever he owes her has been paid off long ago. As for his father and mother, that is not something she can decide.
"Where is it? After I leave, you can go back and see your parents."
It is them who you should account for more.
Where is Yi Moran? He has not returned home for many years since he buried his parents that year.
He... is a coward.
For a moment, it seemed that the only thing left in the small courtyard was the sound of swaying lotus leaves in the pond.
Huan Niang seemed to be tired, she slowly closed her eyes, and her breathing was so shallow that it seemed like it didn't exist.
He Yi peeled fresh oranges one after another until the whole white porcelain plate was piled up.
The wind after the summer rain is soft, carrying the fragrance of lotus, lulling people to sleep.
The years in the courtyard are quiet and peaceful.
"Tuk! Tuk! Tuk!"
The sudden knock on the door was like a stone falling from the pool, causing a splash of water and breaking the tranquility of the courtyard.
He Yi focused his eyes and came back to his senses. He was slightly surprised. The courtyard gate was hundreds of steps away from here. How could he hear it so clearly?
Suddenly, he seemed to remember something again, his eyes brightened slightly, and the expression on his face became a little brighter.
On the bamboo rocking chair, Huan Niang's eyelashes trembled slightly as she was about to fall asleep.
