Suddenly, a distant song came from the other side. Looking up, I saw a small boat floating on the lake in the distance.
The boat floats in the middle of the lake, gradually coming towards the shore of the lake, coming closer and closer from a distance.
The sun shines in the center of the lake, twinkling with stars, and there seem to be thousands of fish flapping on the water.
The boat got closer and closer, and then it became clear that the person driving the oar was a thin old man over fifty years old. His head was wrapped in white cloth, coiled like a white snake coiled around his head. He was wearing a short-sleeved Tsing Yi vest, wide coarse trousers, and a pair of heelless straw sandals. Because of the hot weather, he tied a long towel around his waist to wipe the sweat from his body.
The singing became louder and louder, and the figures on the boat gradually became clearer.
After a while, everyone watched the boat slowly docking. The old boatman slowly rocked the oars and oars, humming a tune in his mouth, and kept looking at the people on the shore.
Lu Xiangnan waved to the old boatman and shouted loudly: "Hey, boatman, please come over here!" Everyone watched the boat slowly docking, feeling happy and worried in their hearts. They didn't know what it was like.
The boatman opened his mouth and shouted a whistle, and said with a smile: "Sir, here you come, come here!" As soon as the old boatman docked, he tied the oar firmly with a rope, and then pulled out a thick cable from the boat, with one end of the rope It was tied to the bow of the boat and the other end was fixed to a big tree trunk on the shore.
The boatman jumped onto the shore, clasped his fists at everyone, and said loudly: "Dear guests, are you going to cross the river by boat? I don't know where you are going?"
Lu Xiangnan smiled and said: "Boatman, how much silver do I need to cross the river alone?"
Xu Feng suddenly took out a piece of bright white silver from his pocket and handed it to the boatman. When the boatman saw the silver, his eyes lit up and he was about to take it with both hands. Lu Xiangnan suddenly stepped forward to stop him and said anxiously: "Master Xu, you are like this What are you doing? You can't do it, you can't do it, take it back quickly." He sighed, his eyes becoming hot. "Xu Daxia, how can I let you pay money for me? Let's say goodbye. Everyone, please take care of yourself! Farewell. !”
Everyone also bowed their hands towards Lu Xiangnan and said goodbye to each other. After some polite remarks, Lu Xiangnan turned around and stepped onto the boat. The boatman untied the cable and placed it on the side of the boat. He then took the oars and put them on the side of the boat. He sat on the bow of the boat and looked at the road to the south and the people on the shore with a smile.
Lu Xiangnan's heart was heavy, and he suddenly thought about it. There is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever. Life is spent in constant gatherings and partings. There are many helpless things in the world. As he thought about it, he gradually felt relieved.
Everyone on the shore waved their hands towards Lu Xiangnan. Lu Xiangnan looked at everyone, his heart felt hot, and tears were about to burst out of his eyes. Although they have only known each other for a few days, they are deeply affectionate, like brothers and friends who have known each other for many years. This kind of feeling can only be understood by those who are like-minded.
Lu Xiangnan called the boatman to start the boat. The boat was getting farther and farther away. The boatman looked at Lu Xiangnan with a smile, shouted, and started rowing slowly with his oars.
The boatman looked ahead and rowed, making a splashing sound as the oars moved the lake water. A gentle breeze blows from the distant mountains, blowing on people and giving them a chill.
Lu Xiangnan stood on the bow of the boat, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and the wind was filled with the sweet smell of earth. At this moment, his heart suddenly trembled, as if it was a lifetime ago.
He recalled that when he was fifteen years old, a time when youth was budding and high-spirited, he and a group of children from the same village ran to the back mountain to play wildly all day long, and everyone played the game of lifting a sedan chair and getting married. Once, he acted as the groom, and another girl who was two years younger than him acted as the bride. The girl was pretty and pretty, and she was one of the few girls among their group of friends.
In their flowery and dreamlike years, it seemed that everything in the world was beautiful. In addition to playing various games, they would also go up trees to pick bird nests, go down to the river to touch loaches, run in the wilderness chasing butterflies, and even go deep into the mountains. Exploring the snake's den...that was their happiest, most exciting and crazy time.
Once, they saw a bird's nest in a big tree. Several children suggested to go up the tree and pick it out to see if there were any hatched birds lying inside. He was the first to bear the brunt of climbing up, crawling and watching. Just when he was about to reach out and touch the bird's nest, his feet suddenly slipped and he fell from the tree.
He fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time. All the friends were frightened. They helped him up and asked questions, but the girl pretending to be his bride stood aside and looked at him intently. Suddenly he burst into tears.
No one understood what was going on. The girl hurriedly knelt down to check his injuries and called him anxiously: Brother Lu! Brother Lu! …
The crisp call seemed to come from the horizon, echoing in his mind one after another, like a distant song of nature.
Scenes appeared before his eyes. The girl in red who had pretended to be his bride seemed to be walking towards him step by step. Her eyes were full of affection, and she looked at him dreamily, as if she was afraid that he would suddenly disappear!
The fleeting events of the past are the most inspiring thing to think about, and the thought of them makes people sigh! How many things in a person's life can he control?
The boat gradually drifted away amidst the clattering sound of the oars, and the figures on the shore became increasingly blurry and gradually turned into black dots.
Lu Xiangnan was suddenly filled with sadness and sadness. Everything I have experienced in the past few days is like a dream with twists and turns!
However, he never dreamed that these strangers would actually bring him news about his old friend Ma Xiaoyun.
After breaking up with Ma Xiaoyun ten years ago on the banks of the Wei River, we have been separated since then. There has been no news about him, and I don't know how he is doing? More importantly, does he still hate him for what happened back then? Although they made a ten-year agreement with each other when they parted, as long as they are still alive ten years later, no matter where they are in the world, they will come to the Dayan Pavilion by Dongting Lake in western Hunan to get together.
After so many years, he has never forgotten the original agreement. If both parties can keep the appointment on time, it will also show that the wrong thing that should not have happened back then will be cleared up. Both parties can still be the same people who drank together and acted wildly. brother!
The past is like smoke, dispersed by the wind, but some things can never dissipate.
After Xu Feng and others saw him off and headed south, they immediately galloped along the lakeside post road.
Xu Feng and Lei Zhentian walked in front, followed closely by Liu Ruyan and Luo Xiangxue. There was a row of weeping willows standing by the lake. The willow branches were hanging down, floating on the water, swaying in the wind, and swaying in a circle. Circle ripples.
