2005.10.5
Yellow flowers deep in the alley, red leaves in the low windows.
The thousand-year-old ginkgo tree in Yunlu Palace in Yuelu Mountain is one of the few things in the city that is older than Wang Xilou. When the wind passes, the yellow leaves of the ginkgo are like rain, and the forest is dyed. The red maples all over the mountain cannot suppress the burning ginkgo and fly down. The ginkgo leaves are floating like goldfish all over the sky from the top of Yuelu Mountain, swimming around the mountain. The ginkgo leaves are connected with the fallen maples, falling on the stone steps, stone lions, shoulders of tourists going up the mountain, and streams with falling water levels.
A piece of ginkgo fell on the forehead of the old Taoist priest sitting in front of the steps.
The old Taoist priest wore high-top white stockings, black Shifang shoes, a green Taoist robe, and a beard as white as withered grass. He held his forehead to remove the fallen leaves from his forehead, looked up at the yellow leaves in the leisurely clear sky, and just looked at the opposite wall quietly. painting.
The old house with yellow mud and blue tiles is covered with vegetation and moss nearby. On the gray wall in the picture, there is a patch of rose plants covering the entire wall, but that is a painting, and for some reason the flowers on the painting are is withered.
A little Taoist boy over five years old ran over, holding a badminton racket in his arms. He hurried past, saw the old man looking at the wall in the yard, and imitated him to look up, turning his head to look.
The result was nothing. "Grandpa Zhang, what are you looking at?"
The old Taoist priest chuckled, "I'm looking to see if she's going to bloom."
Feng Wuli couldn't understand it at all. He was now in a hurry to find Wang Xilou to play badminton.
Wang Xilou is coming to Yunlu Palace to help these days, and it coincides with the National Day holiday, so he brings Feng Wuli with him. Although he has only known Wang Xilou for half a year, Wang Xilou is so fun.
The master and apprentice stayed here for a few days. Every twelve years, Wang Xilou would come here to teach his former friends' practice methods, concepts, and principles to his disciples and grandchildren in Yunlu Palace.
Saying goodbye to Grandpa Zhang, he ran into the yard behind Yunlu Palace and found the woman wearing a green Taoist robe. It looked like she had just finished her lecture, and there were several young Taoist priests surrounding her asking questions.
Wang Xilou always had a slight smile on his face, but it was different from when he usually teased and teased himself.
"Wang Xilou, Wang Xilou, I borrowed a badminton racket. Let's go play badminton." He ran over happily.
Several Taoist priests looked at this energetic doll and couldn't help but laugh and asked if they wanted uncles to play with you. Feng Wuli was a little shy and grabbed Wang Xilou's Taoist robe and hid behind her.
Wang Xilou said goodbye to a few people, just enough to put his hand on his young apprentice's forehead, and went out to play with his young apprentice.
When the old Taoist priest saw the two of them, he greeted Wang Xilou respectfully, but Wang Xilou just waved his hand.
"Who did you borrow the racket from?" she asked curiously, waving her hand and hitting the racket.
"There is a village at the bottom of the mountain. I watched them play for a long time. When I saw that they stopped playing, I went over and asked them to borrow it, and then they lent it to me." Feng Wuli said this with a bit of air.
He felt that he was very powerful: "I will go down and return it to them later."
"You didn't beat them up and let them give them to you, did you?"
"No!"
Wang Xilou smiled cheerfully, and his apprentice even told her vividly how he borrowed the racket. It sounded very impressive. She listened and asked questions from time to time, or cheered her up.
The master and apprentice found an open space. The apprentice handed her a racket, and then took one himself. After running further away, he told her where the boundary was, and then he couldn't hit the boundary, and ran to get the short leg. I kicked off the concrete floor covered with ginkgo leaves, picked up a stone and made a shallow mark, then ran to throw the stone farther away, while explaining the rules in a broken voice.
Wang Xilou looked at him with a grin the whole time. Feng Wuli turned to look at her, not seeming to be listening at all, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
"Wang Xilou, did you listen?"
"Ah? Ah, yes, yes, master is listening." She asked seriously, "Where is the ball?"
The young apprentice took out a badminton from his pocket like a magic trick. Wang Xilou was not convinced and said, isn't this just your serve? The young apprentice smiled sheepishly and felt that he was a bit despicable.
"Are you ready?"
"alright."
"Then I serve."
"good."
The old Taoist priest sat there and watched happily, hearing in his ears the clear sound of the badminton ball hitting the net, the noise of tourists in the front yard, the sound of the maple leaves on the mountain being blown up by the wind, and the noisy master and apprentice in front of him.
It's just that the little boy with an expectant face, after picking up the ball a dozen times, gradually put away the smile on his face.
"It doesn't count. You've already gone out of bounds. You don't count."
"Okay, okay, it's master's fault." Wang Xilou took care of everything.
No wind blows the ball.
"Whoosh!" The badminton ball fell back to him like a cannonball, and Feng Wuli couldn't react at all.
He glanced at the triumphant Wang Xilou and silently went to pick up the ball.
A gentle kick.
“Whoosh——!”
Even the ginkgo leaves on the ground were blown away by the wind caused by the rapid swing.
"..."
Feng Wuli silently picked it up and then served it gently.
“Whoosh——!!”
Xiaofeng was blinded by the wind for no reason. The ball had already landed in front of him and bounced more than ten meters away.
The back of him picking up the ball was pitiful and helpless.
“Whoosh——!!”
"Whizzing--!!"
Wang Xilou twisted his neck and moved his wrist, pretending not to know that his opponent was about to burst into tears, and motioned for him to serve faster.
She was actually happy.
As long as I think of this man who was always calm and calm five hundred years ago, this man who hinted to himself that the weather was cold and was afraid of the dark when sleeping alone, and then pretended not to understand his hints, he would now make me cry. , Wang Xilou felt relieved that his great revenge had been avenged.
I never thought you would be here today!
A light badminton flew over.
“Whoosh——!!”
"I won't play with you anymore! I hate Wang Xilou!"
He ran away crying while holding the pat.
Wang Xilou quickly chased after him, his Taoist robe making a sound.
The old Taoist priest on the side smiled and held his beard, glanced at the withered flowers on the wall, and when he stood up, a middle-aged man in his forties ran in from the front yard, "Master, a layman came to you and said that he would help us build a house." A canteen.”
He nodded cheerfully and said he understood.
Thinking about how to cheat later.
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"Hey, please pay attention to Master. Master is wrong. It's not okay to be wrong."
This big kid is so stubborn that he just refuses to talk to her. He just finished crying and now he is twitching. He is sitting there like a little dumpling on the stone steps going up the mountain. There are few people going up the mountain in the evening and the sun is setting. Like fire.
No matter how much Wang Xilou teased him, he didn't want to pay attention to him.
When she approaches from the left, he faces to the right; when she approaches from the right, he turns to the left.
In fact, Feng Wuli was more embarrassed. He cried after losing the game. He also felt a little embarrassed and embarrassed to talk to Wang Xilou, but Wang Xilou was really too much just now.
"Tickle your flesh!"
Two big hands grabbed his waist, and Feng Wuli burst into laughter. He turned back angrily to catch her, but Wang Xilou ran away first.
Feng Wuli became angry and chased after him.
There were tourists around, as well as Taoist priests from Yunlu Palace, smiling at the young and old, looking at the stumbling boy, and the female Taoist priest who looked around and frequently turned around to challenge the boy behind her.
Feng Wuli suddenly crouched down and stopped chasing after him halfway.
Wang Xilou ran back worriedly.
When she was almost close, the boy immediately got up and went to catch her.
In the end, Master Master saw through it and got out of the way before being caught.
During this period, Yunlu Palace was the noisiest.
There was fog in the evening, the fog locked on the top of the mountain, the twilight was heavy, and the setting sun rippled in the fog.
Feng Wuli held a bowl with several pieces of bacon in it. When he entered the backyard, he saw the old Taoist priest holding the bowl and looking at the wall. He sat over and watched with him, his eyes on the old Taoist priest's face and the wall. switch.
"Grandpa Zhang, eat a piece of bacon." He obediently put the bacon into his bowl, making the old Taoist laugh with joy.
Feng Wuli asked the old Taoist priest why he kept looking at the wall with strange patterns.
"That's not a strange pattern, that's a little monster."
An old man and a young man were sitting on the stone steps, enjoying the bacon and the autumn wind, Feng Wuli was digging a bite of rice, and listening to the old Taoist priest talk about the paintings on the wall.
It was a flower demon hiding on the wall, whether it was an old Taoist priest or a young layman. Once I saw her blooming, all the withered flowers on the wall would bloom again. It was the most beautiful scene the old Taoist priest had ever seen in his life. , like a dreamy winter day, intoxicating like a fairy, making people want to know more about flowers.
When it is in full bloom, the flower demon on the wall will appear in the yard. She is the most beautiful woman the old Taoist priest has ever seen in his life.
The flower demon and the old Taoist met for the first time. They talked a lot there, about themselves, maple leaves, winter, and flowers.
Until sunrise, the flower demon said to the young layman at that time, "If there is a next time, I still want to talk to you."
With that, she returned to the wall, and all the flowers that were blooming on the wall withered.
"How can I see you again?" the old Taoist priest asked.
Later, the old Taoist priest found out that this was a flower demon that bloomed every seventy-two years.
It turns out that some people just need to wait to meet them.
At that time, he was just a young layman in the village at the foot of the mountain. Because of that dream-like night, he chose to stay in this Taoist temple. At that time, the Taoist temple was exposed to artillery fire, and he was the only one left in the entire Taoist temple. He risked his life to protect this Taoist temple. Block the wall, these buildings, this courtyard.
Spring water makes tea, and pine flowers make wine, year after year.
The young layman also became an old Taoist priest.
After the war, it was restored and Yunlu Palace became alive again.
It has been seventy and two years.
"She is about to bloom." The old Taoist said with a smile.
The sunset gradually fades away and night falls.
Feng Wuli decided to stay with the old Taoist priest and wait for the flowers to bloom.
Wang Xilou, who was wearing a Taoist robe, came over and wanted to take Feng Wuli to take a bath. He wanted to wait here for the flowers to bloom. The master and the apprentice struggled with each other. Wang Xilou sighed helplessly, and the three of them sat on the stone steps.
"Grandpa Zhang, you have been waiting for seventy-two years." He thought this was really amazing.
Wang Xilou was a little disdainful: "It's only been more than seventy years, how powerful is it?"
"Have you ever waited for someone for more than seventy years?" Feng Wuli was very dissatisfied with Wang Xilou's tone.
Wang Xilou was even more disdainful.
The master and apprentice quarreled in the yard.
Every time, the little apprentice with short hands and feet was easily subdued.
He had a hateful face and vowed that when he grows up, everyone will bully him back!
"Wang Xilou, I was wrong, please let me go."
"Kiss Master."
hateful!
Forced by his lust, Feng Wuli kissed her on the face in annoyance, and then released her hands from behind her.
He immediately pounced on it again.
The result is no exception.
After an unknown amount of time, the child had exhausted his energy and sat back down again.
Wang Xilou taught him how to recognize stars.
He talked non-stop, pointing to the Milky Way in the sky, and introduced all the treasures to his little apprentice one by one.
Feng Wuli felt that Wang Xilou was really powerful, he actually knew so many things.
At first Feng Wuli could barely recognize him, but then he kept yawning and holding one of Wang Xilou's arms to resist sleepiness.
I obviously promised to wait with Grandpa Zhang.
As a result, he couldn't wait all night.
He actually waited seventy years, which is really amazing.
Wang Xilou was still pointing to a star and explaining to Feng Wuli. He turned around and saw that his little apprentice had fallen asleep holding her arms. He grinned and held her gently in his arms, as if holding some rare treasure, with light movements. .
The flowers in the yard are blooming.
The flower that the old Taoist priest had waited for seventy years bloomed.
The withered flowers on the wall bloomed again, and an illusory woman stood beside the courtyard wall.
"Long time no see." She greeted the old Taoist priest with a light voice and a smile.
The old Taoist priest was in a daze. He thought that it had been more than seventy years since they met again. How would they talk to each other at that time? Would the other party still recognize him? How should he talk about the past? He had been acting like this these days. Travelers who have returned from their hometown for many years are filled with uneasiness. What kind of emotions, words, and demeanor should they use when they meet again? Maybe the other party has long forgotten me. Ten years of waiting was nothing but wishful thinking. He had thought about the opening many times.
It's just that the other party said "Long time no see". That night, except for the old self, there was no change from seventy years ago.
He felt at ease.
The old Taoist priest stood up, but his body was no longer upright, but trembling. He also smiled and said: "The moonlight is very beautiful tonight."
Wang Xilou took a look and carried his sleeping apprentice out of the yard.
After taking a look, my apprentice looked so cute when he was sleeping!
I couldn't help but take a bite, and with a smile, I carried it back to the room where the master and apprentice were arranged in Yunlu Palace.
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Drowsily asleep, Wang Xilou felt himself being hugged by someone. He opened his eyes and glanced at the person, yawned, shook his calves, and said dissatisfied:
"Master is still watching TV."
"Go back to sleep when you feel sleepy." Feng Wuli was speechless.
"I'm really watching. Master is not even asleep and is listening."
The old man was particularly stubborn, but unfortunately Feng Wuli ignored her at all, took her back to her room, threw her on the bed and turned away.
Wang Xilou threw a dog on the bed and scolded him for being heartless and not knowing how to handle him with care. Master worked hard to raise you like this. As a result, Feng Wuli walked to the door and looked back at her. The little zombie immediately gave in to the tall and mighty back: "Ahem, then the master is asleep, so you should go to bed early."
When the door closed, she lay on the bed.
We are already so old, time flies so fast.
In the eyes of monsters, there is no difference in the appearance of human beings, so the old Taoist priests and the young Taoist priests are almost the same.
(End of chapter)
