It is an auspicious day, the weather is fine, the willow breeze is gentle, and the dusk clouds are flowing gently. The students carried lanterns and boxes, and invited the villagers to have a banquet on the beach outside the courtyard.
The good time is approaching, but the prayers have not yet been performed. Suddenly, a distinguished guest came from the west to take over the throne.
The host presented the cup to the Western guest and said:
"Today is an auspicious day. Can Mr. Youzhi compose a song?"
The guests accepted the cups as expected, and walked ten steps alone in the forest, holding the harp and singing. The song says:
The sword is like a rainbow and the sound is exquisite.
The sound is like long and the color is bright.
The clothes are floating in the water and the clouds are flowing, and the red sleeves are swaying.
Qingluan holds the mirror and shines in the sky.
Traveling to the west, Fuhu returned to Tiantong, and Nanpinghaisha guarded the palace.
All the heroes and sages in the world are embarrassed, and they are the only ones with magical power.
The host was shocked when he heard this, and said jokingly: "This is a happy wedding for the two of us. Mr. Ziyun is the only one who didn't say anything. Is it me who is alone in this marriage?"
The guests said to each other: "Now that the rainbow has appeared, the rain must go away. Now that the son has appeared, the father can be eliminated."
The master smiled and said: "Sir, he has been drinking ice and drinking dew. He has been friends with his father for a long time. How can he say this?"
The guests didn't answer.
The master didn't get his words and stopped urging him, so he took a leaf from the forest and blew it. Hundreds of birds arrived, dancing and singing in harmony, and the villagers thought it was magical.
At this time, the whale roar in the sea was louder and louder, seeming to echo the singing. The birds screamed and fled in all directions. Most of them went into the houses and took shelter on the stools. The baby on the stool woke up with a start, climbed on the feathers with his hands, and laughed happily.
When a guest came into the house and saw him, he came out and said to the host: "This son is like you in appearance and spirit, but not like my father. It's easy to take off his feathers now, but he will fly far away in the future."
The master smiled and said, "Hong'er is still young this year. No matter how young you are, it's not certain how big you will be."
The guest was silent and asked again after a while: "Can I give this son a name?"
The host shook his head and replied: "I gave birth to this son in the boat, just when he was lost in the group and died. There was also a long-standing grudge in the west. The fight was very fierce, and he didn't find time to find him. At that time, I saw the sky was clearing, and the rainbow was rising in the sky. Nai gave birth to the name Er. I had a discussion with Ziyun a few days ago, but the plans were not very consistent. If you have any advice, please feel free to give me some advice. "
The guest replied: "Since I am going out for you, and it is accompanied by a rainbow, I can take the meaning of rainbow and jade and make it a Huang. How about it?"
The owner was delighted when he heard it and said: "It's very good." When he entered the house, he tried to call it by his calligraphy, and the child on the stool babbling in response.
The guest sighed and said: "This son already knows his name. His destiny has been determined early, so he may not be chaste and auspicious. If he follows Taoism, he should not leave his hometown and be close to his father."
The master laughed and said, "Hong'er doesn't remember things yet, so how do you know the meaning of the words? If you practice Taoism, you will be free from the fear of life and death. How can you distinguish yourself from this place in a foreign country."
The guest became worried and said, "I have no relatives in this land, so I will be harmed."
The host thanked him for his kindness, offered a toast, and said to him: "Although the sky and the earth are vast, we are fortunate to share the sun, moon, and sky. Sizi is sincere and approachable even to the end of the world."
After saying that, he leaned over to hug the child, snuggling and coaxing him, expressing love and compassion. It was just shaking slowly and singing a song again, the song said——
"Jalai turn off the light."
Jing Huang said with his eyes closed. He reached out gropingly and grasped the dry, hot earth beneath him. The bare soil surface has no trace of vegetation.
He was a little irritable and unwilling to open his eyes, so he called again: "Yalai."
The mountains and forests were silent, no one answered. He continued to call the captain's name, staying in the lingering sound before the dream disappeared.
"Mr. Xuanhong, do you need anything?" Someone said in his mind, "Ms. Ya Lai is still staying there to coordinate the situation. It is better not to let her come to such a dangerous area now. And there is no such thing here. Turn on the light. You must have dreamed of some brilliant and bright scene, right?"
Jing Huang reluctantly opened his eyes and saw a giant with his legs spread wide, standing tall and looking down at him. Its body is bright and clear, as if it has been plated with new silver, emitting bright white light in the dark world.
He lay on the ground, looking up at the giant as expressionlessly as a red ant.
"You're hiding from your mother." Jing Huang said, "It's so noisy at night that no one can sleep, so you're not allowed to shine!"
He sat up from the ground and looked around the entire empty valley. Looking at the sky, the darkness is so deep that there is no end.
The planet's atmosphere has begun to escape, and the insects that have replaced the planet's magnetic field have also learned to change their own magnetism. Now this planet can no longer diffuse the light and heat given by the star. However, the high-energy particle ray flow caused by the star's activity will continue to penetrate this star layer, exposing all life to strong radiation. Even if the giant thing devouring the center of the earth doesn't want to crawl out, the surface of the planet will quickly turn into purgatory.
The simplest conclusion is that this is a hopeless place. Then as a result of historical isotropic correction,
"This is wrong, Mr. Xuanhong." Momolo said, "Once the sun in my hometown was completely extinguished, and the entire galaxy fell into eternal night. Our ancestors also thought that it was impossible to be saved. But the light of miracles It did appear at that time. Although there is no way to return to the past form, we were saved from another level. My ancestors made a vow at that time to never forget that moment of shining light. . As long as the light in our hearts is not extinguished, we will fight forever."
"It's none of my business if you want to fight. Did I ask you to come here just to find someone to recite sutras?" Jing Huang said, "Don't bother me, don't read my consciousness. Don't let anything get close to me later."
The giant nodded firmly, let out a breathy cry, then stepped down and flattened a mound that was about to rise.
The ground was turbulent like boiling water, and the hills were rising like rolling bubbles, toward the young man and the giant who were tentatively approaching the depths of the mountains. It was the last source of life and light on the entire planet.
The giants tirelessly trample them flat. Fleshy roots and sharp thorns burst out from the cracked mountain foam. They grow without scruples in the air, often entangled in the giant's limbs, and then wither and break in the blooming white light. The giant fought non-stop, like a man with hot soles dancing on thin ice. It had nowhere to stay, but it didn't allow any foreign objects to invade the valley beneath it.
Jing Huang sat in the valley, as quiet as falling asleep.
There was no complicated inner movement, he was just recalling the remaining dreams.
Those confusing dreams. The sights I have seen countless times so far include fragments of memories that can definitely be said to be real, and there are also hallucinations and sounds that cannot be judged to be true or false.
For example, conversations that have never been heard before, facts that are impossible to witness, and songs that only exist in dreams. Although these are things that I have never heard "her" mention before, when I think about it carefully, they make perfect sense.
That must be the "way of heaven" that Chixian followed him.
Although it is not difficult to know the truth, there is probably only one person left who can give him all the answers so far. Therefore, he will never ask. Even if he cannot know the answer for the rest of his life, he will never look back.
A shrill siren pierced the night. He opened his eyes and saw that the silver lamp on the silver stone giant's chest turned red, flashing rapidly and noisily.
The Yongguang tribe's limit time for fighting outside the country is three minutes on average.
That's the limit of their capacity to store and absorb the light of natural stars. In the long and deep sky without the support of spark towers, even the blazing stars cannot escape the final extinguishment, and are annihilated in the eternal cold and silence.
Hoping to change something. Hoping to light something. Hoping to save something. That's just part of the cycle of ups and downs. When the brief moment of self-burning ends, all that will be left is the cold stone statue.
Although he understood this, he just watched without any emotion. When the giant's steps stumbled for the first time, he smiled hollowly, as if his mechanism had been touched.
"……road."
The body stood up automatically and the words flowed from the lips.
Something flows down from the sky, replacing his own flesh and blood layer by layer. Even though he was erasing himself without any doubt, he couldn't even muster the will to resist.
——Warm and familiar, like a mother's embrace.
The scimitar, as black as the moon, swayed in the wind. He clicked his fingers and struck a series of tremolo sounds on the blade.
The mother's embrace tightened, and then she sang an unfinished song from her throat:
Lovesickness dreams, dreams become empty,
Empty thoughts and sorrow, heart heavy.
Jingshan hides beautiful jade, Tianji holds beautiful stone.
Be sincere and drink wine, the peach and plum trees will melt in the snow.
Qiankun sees through life and death, and Yin and Yang are destined to be poor day and night.
A hundred years of love and admiration alone, twenty years of soul wandering and finally attaining enlightenment.
