Muide watched helplessly as the two sailors stumbled toward the riverside, holding the crushed pieces of poetry paper and two and a half bottles of wine.
"Hey, what should I do? Do I want to save the lives of these two people?"
Wu De circled their wine bottles, turning around and around, without any new ideas for a while.
At this time, the two of them had returned to their boat by the river. Without washing or taking off their clothes, they just fell down on their respective beds and fell asleep.
The two and a half bottles of wine were leaning on the table, as if any movement could knock them to the ground.
"Wine, why do I care about their lives? My goal is wine! The wine is right in front of me now. I don't care about it. Drink it first!"
Wuchu picked up one of the wine bottles, glanced at the two sailors who were sleeping "soundily", picked it up and started drinking!
After drinking a bottle, Wuchu started to feel something. He pointed at the two people and said to himself:
"Don't blame me for not reminding you! This sleep may be the last sleep in your life! It's best for you to have a good dream. Don't blame me for not saving you! I tried my best, but you didn't. There is a way to sneak in; besides, those people are so rotten and smelly, why do they insist on "hot face to cold butt" and force their way in? It's better to live in peace, eat well, and sleep well. La! Alas!"
Conversations with these two men had no effect on them at all.
The sailor's dream, accompanied by the ups and downs of the river, is like returning to his mother's cradle, gentle and sweet.
"It's not bad, should I finish the other bottle?"
Wu Chu raised the other bottle into the air, hesitated for a moment, and then put it down.
"Forget it, I've only gained this little, it would be unkind if I wiped it all out! Okay, I won't drink anymore!"
Floating to the surface of the river, Wu Chu looked at a round of moonlight, where the sky and water met. The moonlight was soaked in the water, sparkling, and flashing with countless light spots that were forming and disappearing one after another, flashing non-stop.
Wuchu felt this state of "union between man and nature" and "no self", and suddenly for the first time, he realized what "emptiness" is.
"Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is bad, the joy is thin. A sad mood, a few years away. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Spring is as old, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and wet The peach blossoms have fallen, and the pavilion is idle. Although the mountain alliance is still there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo."
Just as Wuchu was immersed in the enjoyment of "emptiness", a flower boat slowly sailed over on the river. The singer on the boat was playing the pipa and singing this song, swinging over.
"This is called 'poetry'! Good words!"
The "emptiness" that Wuchu had just realized was filled by this string of "wrong, mo".
"The world is thin and human beings are evil. Flowers fall easily when the rain comes at dusk. The wind dries at dawn and the traces of tears remain. I want to write down my thoughts and speak alone on the leaning rail. Difficult, difficult, difficult. People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is always like a rope on a swing. The sound of the horn is cold, and the night is dark. I am afraid of being asked, so I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy. Hide it, hide it, hide it."
Next, the singer sang this part again, and someone lowered a string of "lotus lanterns" from the boat, adding bright red and bright yellow patches to the moonlit river surface.
At this time, Wuchu felt a little respect for the "poems" that were being played and admired by those rotten literati who he despised at the "Louis Meeting" just now.
The flower boat floats far away accompanied by the sound of singing and piano, and everyone can't help but feel wandering along with it.
"Song, Shen Yuan, Lu You, Tang Wan, I understand!"
As the poem "Appreciation of Ancient Prose" in the middle school textbook of Wang Li's period, it still gave me a precise reference for positioning it. As soon as the drink was strong enough, my memory was restored.
"There are too many things in this world that make people regret their whole life. But I knew that these two sailors would die tomorrow, but I pretended that I didn't know and ran away. Then what kind of 'time master' am I? No. , I still have to save them."
“No one can come out, no one can come out. Two sailors go back to a day ago!
A flashback, drunk and moonlit, brought the two sailors' "timeline" back to the day before yesterday.
"Damn it, this is the last time you go out! You swore you would never do such risky things again!"
The sailor at the helm was saying goodbye to his wife.
"Well! The last trip, after this trip, the money saved will be enough for the rest of our lives! Just wait for my return with peace of mind!"
And the sailor who wrote the poem was sorting out all the tickets, vouchers, and luggage for this trip.
There was no wife and children to see him off. As a standard "bachelor", the thing he was most reluctant to part with was a short-mouthed purple clay pot that was as round as a pumpkin. He put it into the package and took it out again, hesitating. indefinite.
Wuchu wandered around for a while. When he saw them, he was full of hope for this trip and couldn't bear to interrupt them.
"I understand, even if I can help them go back to countless yesterdays again and again, and the day after tomorrow, they have to face the outcome of that disaster, I can't change it. In this case, what else do I have to blame myself for? Where are they? This pursuit of profit is their fate. I can only witness that moment. "
"That's right! You finally understand the Tao!"
Wuchu had been "discussing himself" when he suddenly heard this "judgment" in the air.
"Taoist Master, it's you!"
"It's me. See! I've said it before: nothing can stop them in their pursuit of fame and fortune. Not even you, the Time Lord."
"Well! Hi, where is your kid now? I'm going to find you!"
Wu Chu asked the "Tao Master" in the void.
"You choose for yourself: I was called Cong'er in 556 BC when I was a child, in the Song Dynasty; I was Xinwu in 2020 when I was a student in AD, in China; I was Wenzi in 3500 BC, in the Kuang Kingdom ;20,000 years after the Star Yuan, my name is still Xinwu, and I am the 'Second Element' in the interesting world;..."
Xin Wu began to introduce in a nagging manner like Tang Monk:
"Wait a minute! You've said too much. In fact, it means that no matter where you are or what time you are, there is a 'version' of you, right?"
Wu Chu interrupted the Taoist master and asked in sudden realization.
"Yes! The road is boundless and is everywhere. And you have no way out, and no one can get out. With me as your best friend in life, you will never be lonely, let alone boring! I have watched you drifting around for two days. , I really can’t stand it anymore, so I’ll take the time to give you a reply.”
The Taoist Master only transmits his voice and does not show his body.
"Well, since you are everywhere, why should I look around? There must be your projection right here and now! Tell me, which fish is you?"
Wu Chu faced the river and answered questions out of thin air, which he found much more interesting.
"'Fish forget each other in the rivers and lakes, people forget each other in Taoism.' Find it yourself!"
