Qiu Xier wore a long skirt and stood quietly on the bridge. The young man climbed up the bridge and stood beside him with an umbrella. He looked very sincere and said - Sir, I am serious.
Qiu Xi'er didn't speak, just looked at the Changhe world quietly. The lights of the most prosperous city in the south were swaying and falling into the river, but they didn't drift away. They just rippled and stayed in place. They were untouchable. scenery.
After looking at it for a long time, Qiu Xi'er finally said, "Do you know what it means to be serious?"
The voice was cold, without anger or resentment, and was as calm as the flat lake in the courtyard.
Nan Dao stood aside holding an umbrella, looking at Qiu Xi'er's profile, thinking seriously for a long time, and said, "Probably, if you like her, you just like her."
"But I think it's very childish." Qiu Xi'er said calmly.
"Mr. Don't you have the age of fifteen?" Nan Dao asked.
Qiu Xi'er quietly watched the hustle and bustle of the world.
"I think a boy's love should be well hidden and not expressed rudely like this."
"Hiding is a very long thing. Maybe for others, it is hidden and then forgotten. It was not until one day when I was sitting on the bridge looking at the flowing water that I was surprised to remember that I once liked a certain girl, so I sighed and felt that I had missed it. It's also beautiful." Nan Dao looked up at the edge of the umbrella and said sadly, "But I'm different, I don't even know when I will die."
When Nan Dao said this, he suddenly understood why he did such outrageous things by the lake before.
Li Qinghua and Zhang Xiaoyu.
So Nan Dao chuckled softly and continued: "Since I am still alive, I will give it a try. I know the hope is slim, but what if sir agrees?"
Qiu Xi'er turned to look at Nan Dao calmly and said, "If you weren't really talented, you would have died today at Jingsi Lake."
Nan Dao looked down at the flowing water under the bridge and said, "Cherishing talent can also be regarded as a kind of liking."
"There are countless talented people in the world. Do I have to like them all?" Qiu Xi'er sneered at this argument.
Nan Dao raised his head, looked at Qiu Xi'er, and said softly: "Sir, you must only like me."
"Why?"
Qiu Xi'er asked calmly.
Nan Dao stood under the umbrella and said slowly: "Sir, if you think all geniuses in the world are cute, then I will do it in this world."
"The most talented person."
"I am a demon." Qiu Xi'er said calmly.
"I do not mind."
"The human world lasts for hundreds of years, but the life of a demon lasts a long time. What's more, as you said, you don't even know when you will die."
"After I die, sir, you can choose to forget me."
"Why bother?"
"Sir, this is my mountain." Nan Dao stood under the umbrella and said softly, "Seeing the mountain is like seeing the Tao, so as not to leave any regrets."
Qiu Xi'er fell silent.
It started to drizzle in the world.
The young man stood on the bridge holding an umbrella, looking down at the flowing water, and looking up at the world. There was a wind around him, and his heart and eyes were filled with his own reflection.
So the young man saw the mountain.
It’s spring rain and spring mountains.
I see how charming the green mountains are.
"Yes, you have seen the truth." Qiu Xi'er said softly. "Sit down and enter the Tao, and you will see the mountain in three days..."
Nan Dao stood under the umbrella, looking at the mountains in the distance and at the mountains in his heart, and said softly: "Do you still like this, sir?"
Qiu Xi'er didn't answer, but said calmly: "It's just about cherishing your talent."
Nan Dao didn't argue anymore and stood on the bridge, quietly watching the river of spring water flowing away.
Qiu Xi'er didn't say anything else.
The two stood quietly on the bridge.
After a long time, Qiu Xi'er turned around and walked under the bridge. Nan Dao stood in the drizzle and looked at her.
Qiu Xi'er walked to the bridge and stood under the lantern swaying in the spring rain. Without looking back, she looked at the long street and said in a cold voice: "I didn't bring an umbrella."
...
Nan Dao returned to the concierge and sat by the brazier to roast the coat Qiu Xi'er returned to him.
When he and Qiu Xi'er returned to Qingniu Yard previously, Nan Dao looked at Qiu Xi'er's leaving figure and asked carefully - Sir, do you agree?
Qiu Xi'er stood under the eaves, not looking back or answering.
It wasn't until Nan Dao walked along the trail for a while that he heard the usually cold voice coming - don't forget to come learn swordsmanship tomorrow afternoon.
When Nan Dao thought of this, he couldn't help but feel excited.
The gentleman did not agree, but he did not refuse either.
But this is already a good start.
Nan Dao sat by the brazier and smiled silly.
Then he took out the previous piece of paper and lay down by the brazier to write.
From tomorrow on, be a happy person, sweep the floor, light lamps, practice meditation, and hold your husband’s hand.
that's all!
Then he happily posted the paper on the bedside.
See the mountain?
What mountains do you see?
Nan Dao went to bed contentedly.
...
Early the next morning, Nan Dao got up, took a broom to sweep up the fallen leaves, boiled hot water, and then went to Jingsi Lake to have a look. Qiu Xi'er hadn't come yet, so he ran to listen. Yunhu preached without knowing it.
Yunhu didn't seem to be in good condition today. He probably had a cold and kept sneezing. He didn't know what he did last night, so today's sermon ended quickly.
Yunhu asked Nan Dao for some ginger soup and drank it. Hearing Nan Dao ask him with some concern what happened last night, Yunhu almost spit out the ginger soup in his mouth and turned around holding the bowl with a red face. , kept saying: "It's nothing, I just caught a cold accidentally."
As a scholar, it would be okay if someone found out about lying on the eaves at night and peeping.
What's more, I called all night last night, but no one came. Seeing that it was raining, I had to jump out and fall to pieces.
Yunhu finished the ginger soup in a hurry, handed the bowl to Nandao, and limped away along the path in a panic.
Nan Dao stood there holding the bowl, feeling that Mr. Yunhu was very strange today.
After returning the bowl to Wenhuayuan, Nan Dao remembered that he had forgotten to tell Yun Hu about the book "The Five Thousand Words of the Green Bull", so he ran to the small bamboo garden next to the library to look for him, only to find Yun Hu Not knowing that he didn't come back, Nan Dao left in confusion.
Chen He looked at Yun Hu who was lying on the listening platform on the third floor of the library, and asked curiously: "Mr. Yun Hu, what are you doing here?"
Yun Huzi stood up, glanced secretly at the bamboo forest, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Nan Dao had left.
He wouldn't have discovered that the dean and I were peeping last night, otherwise why would he have chased us here?
Yun Hu was thinking uneasily, and nodded to Chen He, pretending to be calm and said: "Come and see the scenery."
When Chen He heard this, he became happy. He took Yun Huzi to the side and sat down, and started chatting happily.
Yunhu didn't know that he just wanted to deal with it, so he went back to read a book, but after stopping for a while, he found it quite interesting, so the two of them sat on the wind terrace and drank tea and chatted all morning.
Before leaving, Chen He still held Yun Huzhi's hand and said sincerely: "I also know a friend. Let's sit down and chat together some other day."
Yunhu said it was okay, and then asked who it was.
Chen He said: "That's the young man named Nan Dao, the concierge of our Xuanshuyuan."
Before he finished speaking, Yunhu limped back to Xiaozhuyuan without knowing it.
Chen He stood at the door of the library blankly, not knowing what was happening.
...
Nan Dao practiced absentmindedly in the room for a long time, and finally made it to the afternoon, then hurried to Jingsi Lake.
This time Nan Dao went directly from the left side of Xuanxuyuan, which was the long corridor where he first met Qiu Xi'er. Nan Dao walked along with his sword and umbrella.
The magnolia flowers in the forest were falling quietly, and the woman in the white dress stood quietly by the lake, looking at the lake calmly as usual, not knowing what she was thinking.
"gentlemen."
Nan Dao looked at Qiu Xi'er standing there, and suddenly remembered what happened here last night, subconsciously touched his cheek, and then became honest.
Qiu Xi'er didn't look back, just looked at the lake calmly.
"Continue to wear flowers today."
Nan Dao said with high spirits: "Okay, sir."
Nan Dao pulled out his sword on the forest path near Qiuxier and began to practice piercing flowers.
The sword that penetrated the nine flowers yesterday was obviously more luck than strength. Today, Nan Dao stabbed the sword for a long time and never penetrated the nine magnolias again.
While Nan Dao was thinking about what a pity Mr. Jiu Duo didn't pay attention to yesterday, he couldn't help but think about what Mr. Jiu Duo said last night, which reminded him of someone.
who's that person?
Unknowingly, I lost my mind.
Then the next sword thrust out, and was caught between two slender jade fingers.
When Nan Dao came back to his senses, he saw Qiu Xi'er looking at him with a frown and saying, "You are distracted."
Only then did Nan Dao realize that he was far away from the trail and standing by the lake with his sword in hand.
"I'm thinking about something, I'm sorry, sir." Nan Dao said, but suddenly caught a glimpse of Qiu Xi'er's fingers still holding the sword, and continued, "Sir, be careful, or you may get hurt later."
As he said this, he wanted to grab Qiu Xi'er's hand.
Qiu Xi'er seemed to have known what Nan Dao was thinking. As soon as Nan Dao raised his hand, Qiu Xi'er let go of the sword, took a step back, turned to look at the lake, and said calmly: "Don't think wildly."
Nan Dao put the sword back with regret, looked at Qiu Xi'er's back and asked curiously: "What are you doing, sir, looking at the lake?"
Qiu Xi'er didn't answer.
Nan Dao waited for a while, then walked back to the trail and continued to thread the flowers.
After practicing for a while, Nan Dao suddenly realized that his sword seemed to be much faster today than yesterday.
But the number of white flowers on the thorns is actually less than yesterday.
Could it be because of the mountain environment?
Nan Dao was about to ask Qiu Xi'er. When he looked up, he found that Qiu Xi'er was under the magnolia tree nearby and seemed to have been watching him for a long time.
"Are you looking at me, sir?"
Nan Dao was a little happy.
Qiu Xi'er said calmly: "When you draw your sword, don't look at your own divine sea."
"Why?"
"Although you have truly entered the realm of seeing the mountains and can use the vitality of heaven and earth for your own use, you entered the realm of seeing the mountains too quickly and your body has not yet adapted. Therefore, it is inevitable that there will be some disharmony."
"How should I draw my sword?"
Qiu Xi'er looked at Nan Dao with a sincere face, took the sword, and then stabbed Nan Dao with the sword.
The tip of the sword stayed between his eyebrows.
The forest was silent.
Countless fallen flowers.
Nandao has no intention of looking at flowers.
"For example, when an ordinary person sees his enemy, he thrusts out with his sword. This means that the sword moves when his eyes move." Qiu Xi'er put away her sword and stood under the tree, saying calmly.
Nan Dao looked at Qiu Xi'er and said softly: "Sir, what should I do if my heart is moved?"
Qiu Xi'er didn't say anything, threw the sword to Nan Dao, and walked towards the outside of Jingsi Lake.
After a while, Nan Dao heard Qiu Xi'er's cold voice coming from the end of the path.
"On March 15th, after All Souls' Day, I will go back to the cliff."
Nan Dao was stunned.
