The girl in the town who named herself Muzihua carried some strawberries and walked through the town towards the outside of the town.
This is the first spring in the town and the first spring to leave.
From January to early April, it is not a long story.
However, it is undoubtedly novel to the people in the town.
It turns out that days will pass, spring will wither like flowers, and people will grow old.
Muzihua felt as if she had passed through the threshold of spring when she walked out of the town's stone street and walked onto the path that led through the sea of flowers.
At that time, I passed through the first four seasons.
So the girl stopped under the sky in the wilderness and looked up for a long time at the pink pistils flying in the world.
But why won’t the peach blossoms wither?
What won’t thank you is the peach tree by the lake.
There was a young man drinking wine sitting under the tree.
Muzihua lowered her head, walked through the lush flowers, and walked to the foot of the tree.
"The fog in the lake seems to have dispersed a bit. Do you want to eat strawberries?"
Muzihua sat down next to the tree, then took out a bright red strawberry from the basket, grabbed the leaves, and then handed it to Cao Weiying.
The young man in Qingshang under the tree looked back, took it again, stuffed the whole thing into his mouth, and ate it with big mouthfuls.
The freshly picked strawberries are very fresh and sweet, with the refreshing taste of spring.
The grass weiying ate was very sighing.
"Did you grow it yourself?"
Muzihua thought for a while and asked, "Does it have any special meaning if I plant it myself?"
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "Sometimes, for example, in a few years, some young boy in the town will grow up and grow into what you like. At that time, you will have fair cheeks and low eyebrows. Handing over a basket of strawberries and saying that they were grown by me, the special meaning is simply deeper than the water of Jianhu Lake."
Muzihua sat there silently.
Cao Weiying continued: "Of course, there is obviously no need for such a meaning now, but the world needs to have the concept of oneself and others. For example, this basket of strawberries is yours, and that mountain flower is his. So I just asked that question. The meaning is, are the strawberries yours or someone else’s in the town?”
Muzihua said seriously: "I planted this myself."
Cao Weiying smiled slightly and said, "That's good."
Muzihua lowered her head and grabbed the green leaves on the butt of the strawberry. The strawberry was bright red and the seeds stuck to it were yellow-green, but the butt was white.
Human buttocks are also white.
Are all butts white?
Or maybe strawberries are actually people?
For such a small town, many things naturally need to be done slowly.
"I seemed to have heard some noises before."
Muzihua held the strawberry and took a small bite on the tip.
"It seemed to be coming from this side of the lake, so I thought I'd come and have a look."
This may be the reason why the girl suddenly came to see the boy under the tree.
It's just that the strawberries are just right.
Cao Weiying smiled softly and said, "Because someone is throwing stones into the lake."
Muzihua held the gnawed strawberry, tilted her head and thought: "Why throw stones into the lake?"
Cao Weiying sighed and said: "How do I know? Maybe I have to leave my hometown and feel sad, so I throw a stone to relieve my sorrow. But in short, I am very sad. After all, even if you sleep well, you will be woken up. Everyone will wake up. They would not be very happy. So I gave them a sword and a stone that was pierced by the sword, and told them if you keep arguing, be careful to become like this stone."
Muzihua was fascinated by what she heard and asked, "What next?"
Cao Weiying shrugged and said, "I don't know, maybe they will use that sword as a key to open the door."
Muzihua said softly: "So is it the key?"
Cao Weiying didn't answer, just drank.
Muzihua then lowered her head and ate her strawberry quietly, then saw that Cao Weiying was just drinking wine, bit the strawberry in her mouth, took another one, pulled the leaves from her butt and handed it to Cao Weiying. .
The two of them were sitting by the Sword Lake, looking at the late spring water of the lake under the peach tree.
"Actually, I'm a little worried."
Muzihua said softly.
"What are you worried about?"
"You said this is spring. Now spring is passing. We don't know what will happen next. Sometimes I get very excited. I lie down at the window and watch the leaves on the trees getting greener and greener, and the flowers bloom less and less. There are Sometimes I am worried, what will the town look like after spring?"
Muzihua was serious, tilted her head, looked at the sky, and spoke word by word.
Just like a bride in the world looking at her makeup repeatedly in the mirror before getting married.
The girl wearing makeup is marrying someone else for the first time.
The girl in the small town watched spring leave for the first time.
So longing and worry are sometimes similar.
"After spring..." Cao Weiying drank wine, squinted his eyes, and looked at the lake quietly. Then he laughed again. "I don't know either."
Of course Cao Weiying knew.
It's just like what I told the boy back then.
He didn't like the story after spring.
"In other words, I don't know how to say it." Cao Weiying said sincerely, "When people describe something, they always bring their own subjective colors. I may say it very badly. So you will also dislike it. But you should like it. The story of the world is like a fruit platter, everything is in it. The story of the world is also like this. There is only spring in the world, just like drinking wine without eating strawberries. The taste It’s monotonous.”
Muzihua nodded seriously and said, "Okay."
Then the young man in Qingshang laughed, sat under the peach tree, and looked at the girl smiling for a long time.
A person who has lived in the world for more than a thousand years will not only like boys, but also girls.
Both are full of vitality.
Muzihua lowered her head and picked up another strawberry. This time she did not grab the leaves on her butt, but stuffed the whole strawberry into her mouth.
So in the sweetness of strawberry, there is some bitterness and astringency, just like eating grass.
Does anyone like grass cake?
Muzihua was thinking blankly there.
But when his eyes stayed on a certain place, he showed a lot of curiosity.
"Is the fog slowly dissipating?"
Muzihua turned to look at the young man in Qingshang beside her and asked in surprise.
She probably forgot that she subconsciously said this before sitting down under the peach tree.
Cao Weiying looked over there quietly and said softly: "Yes."
"At the end of spring, the fog will lift?"
Muzihua seems to have become accustomed to the fact that there is fog outside the town.
Just like that's how it should be.
"Whether the fog dissipates or not has nothing to do with whether spring comes or not."
Cao Weiying said, then thought about it and said with a smile: "Of course, it may be related."
Muzihua is a girl trapped in a cognitive prison.
It is natural for grass to become fireflies.
Who says there can't be a world where the fog only lifts at the end of spring?
"But not here."
Cao Weiying stood up as he spoke, smiling slightly as he looked at the places in the distance of the lake where the mist was gradually thinning.
——One day, the mountains and cliffs merged and the great lakes converged.
Then the human world appeared.
Muzihua also stood up subconsciously, carrying the basket of strawberries, walked to the lake, and looked into the distance.
.....
The wind has blown away the clouds and mist, and you are sitting in the warm sunshine of the peach blossoms in spring, looking over the cold cliffs and looking into the distance. The winding paths are winding quietly in the world, on top of an alienated gray mountain range. With a touch of snow color.
...
Not really.
Muzihua looked over there.
The mist in the distance is still there, but it has become much thinner. The mountain cliffs seem to be moving in the clouds and mist, but they don't seem to be there at all, just flowing white mist.
A lake with a bright sky is like the expectation of many things that will come but have not yet arrived in the hearts of people in the small town.
The small town girl was carrying a basket of bright red strawberries and stood on tiptoes, as if she wanted to make the fog lower so she could see what was behind.
Cao Weiying took a sip of wine and said softly: "This is how it will be after spring."
Muzihua turned back, looked at the young man under the tree, and said, "Is this so?"
Cao Weiying said: "It's not the appearance, but the posture. You should hold such a posture and wait for all changes to come. Just like knowing life before knowing death, go with a charming longing. Welcome everything. Before you see it, let go of your definitions. Before you meet it, let go of your prejudices. The vastness of heaven and earth is not revealed, and the great beauty of heaven and earth is not revealed."
Muzihua looked at the young man blankly.
The young man who had been drinking for more than a thousand years had an intoxicating smile on his face.
"It's the human world."
...
Someone sees the human world for the first time.
Someone saw the white moon on the sea for the first time.
When Lu Xiaosan rode the big blue gourd across the sky and landed on the clear moonlit sea, he froze there, and then jumped up and down at the mouth of the gourd while dancing.
"Wuhu, uncle, look, we have caught the moon!"
The little squirrel Pine Cone also looked at the clear moon below in the night with bright eyes.
Le Chaotian stood behind the two of them with a smile.
So this is probably the reason why this Taoist wanted to take Lu Xiaosan instead of Lu Xiaoer.
In some stories, a young boy who cheers for joy is always much more interesting than a young boy holding a sword.
The moon in the sky can of course be the shadow of the moon in the sea shining on the sky.
The gourd fell towards the sea, and then headed there like a small boat swaying in the night.
Lu Xiaosan looked at Le Chaotian who had reached Hulukou, his eyes widened and he said, "Uncle, does it mean that your other senior brother lives on the moon?"
Le Chaotian smiled slightly and said, "Yes."
"What is he doing on the moon? Cutting down trees?"
Le Chaotian was stunned for a moment, then looked back at the young boy and said, "What kind of tree should I cut down?"
Lu Xiaosan said seriously: "I don't know either. If you don't chop down trees on the moon, is it raising rabbits on the moon?"
The young boy was talking nonsense with a sincere look on his face.
Lu Xiaosan laughed again as he spoke, looking at the moon floating on the water in the distance.
"Actually, I ate the moon when I was a child. Of course, it was when I was dreaming - I didn't know what I was doing. I seemed to be sitting in the yard in a daze. The moon hung on the branches and was very bright, and then suddenly it fell. After coming down, I quickly stood up and ran all the way over there. The moon was as big as a house, and it shattered there. The moonlight was like quicksand all over the ground, and it looked particularly attractive, so I hugged the moon and ate it. When you bite into it, it tastes crunchy, like a pastry with a dense texture."
The young boy said and swallowed a little embarrassedly.
But soon the same swallowing sound was heard.
Turning around, I saw Le Chaotian and Song Guo swallowing their saliva.
Le Chaotian smiled and gave the little boy a slap on the head.
"Don't say such things."
Lu Xiaosan said unconvinced: "Why?"
Le Chaotian sighed and said: "Because you said so well that you can't eat anything, it will become a lifelong regret."
Lu Xiaosan also sighed.
It is indeed a very sad thing not to be able to eat a bite of the moon.
Song Guo said melancholy: "I feel like I will really regret it in this life."
Lu Xiaosan thought for a while and said, "Let's try it first later."
Le Chaotian said seriously: "Don't try, because you will be disappointed."
"Isn't that the moon?"
"Of course it's not the moon, it's a Taoist temple that's missing a door. And even if you eat it, there's no guarantee that the moon will really taste like you imagined."
"Ah, okay then."
Lu Xiaosan has never sighed so sadly.
It's just that the little boy's sadness came and went quickly.
When the gourd holding many swords reached the shore, Lu Xiaosan jumped up and landed on the islands covered with white flowers that radiated a faint cold light under the clear light of the white moon.
Then he carried the gourd on his back and walked towards a rock on the island - ever since he started raising swords in the gourd, the young boy started carrying the gourd behind his back. In the words of the young boy, he was handsome enough to be thrown away. Lu Xiaoer, the guy who pretends to be cool, is hundreds of thousands of miles away.
Song Guo and Le Chaotian followed behind, looking at the young boy walking hurriedly in front of them, wondering what he was going to do.
The fate of a free young boy is unpredictable.
After all, he might be peeing there with his legs up like a little native dog sticking out his tongue, or he might be digging a hole there and burying some weird things.
Lu Xiaosan ran all the way to the rock, then picked up a stone, raised his head and stood on tiptoe, and wrote crookedly on the smoother side of the rock:
Call for a bright moon to shine on my arms full of ice and snow - the little sword fairy in the world, Lu Xiaosan, is here to visit.
Pinecone was suddenly speechless.
As expected, Sword Immortal Lu was still so humble.
They don’t write about the Great Sword Immortal, but about the Little Sword Immortal.
Le Chaotian chuckled softly and looked at the young boy carrying a sword gourd. He also walked forward and picked up a stone. First, he recalled the sentence written by Lu Xiaosan and drew the word '来' in the bright moon of the day. It was removed and changed to the word 'qi', and a line of words was added below.
The whale has not yet swallowed the sea, but the sword energy has already spread. The younger generation is overjoyed, but it is a pity that they have not seen the grace of their predecessors, but they are fascinated by it, so they stay.
The young boy on the side turned to look at Le Chaotian seriously.
"Uncle Master."
"Um?"
"You are the most handsome man I have ever seen."
The master, uncle and nephew stood beside the rocks and laughed.
Seeing this, Pinecone picked up a stone, looked at the bright moon surrounded by white flowers in the distance, and then looked back at the mountain stone.
But the little girl didn't know what she should write.
After thinking for a long time, I lowered my head and wrote a line of words there very seriously.
I hope that one day I can take a bite of the moon. It’s the moon and not a mooncake! But it can be egg yolk crisp - leave the pine cones.
Le Chaotian looked at these words, touched the little girl's head, and said with a smile: "Come on."
Pinecone chuckled.
Lu Xiaosan felt that the pine cone pattern was too small.
How can a man live in heaven and earth and only take one bite?
I took several bites of it in my dream.
If I were myself, I would definitely write that the moon is mine and no one is allowed to take it from me.
Don't eat, don't eat!
The three of them stayed in front of the rocks for a while, and then walked along the faint and frivolous path of white flowers towards the sea and the white moon.
Lu Xiaosan froze as he walked, stopped, and pointed blankly at the top of the white moon.
In the clear light of the night moon, there is a figure that looks extremely otherworldly. He is sitting on the top of a white moon, sitting alone on the bright moon and looking at the sea.
But it is just like that sentence that evokes the bright moon in a day, shining on my arms full of ice and snow, and the mighty rivers flowing.
"Is that your senior brother?"
Lu Xiaosan asked in a daze.
Le Chaotian raised his eyebrows, then shook his head and said, "No, that's... maybe it's your senior sister."
The young boy instantly shrank.
"Sister, forget it."
After all, senior sister is a very ferocious creature, holding the power of life and death in the Sword Sect. For example, if Lu Xiaoyi doesn't want to cook today, then Lu Xiaosan and the others will have to go hungry.
When Lu Xiaosan looked at the figure above the white moon, he no longer felt out of place - if I, Lu Xiaosan, sat on it, I would definitely look more like an immortal.
Nothing more than that, nothing more than that.
The little boy's eyes are full of lemons.
"But what is she doing sitting up there?"
Lu Xiaosan asked curiously.
Le Chaotian chuckled and said: "Because my senior brother felt that manpower was sometimes scarce, he found a person with a ghost and a ghost to sit on it, hoping to see if he could truly understand the human world."
"What do you do if you know the world?"
"You can know your destiny if you know the world."
Lu Xiaosan said seriously: "If you know your destiny, doesn't that mean there are no surprises? So what does that mean? If I knew what it was like here, I would definitely not jump up and down with joy."
Le Chaotian thought for a while and said sincerely: "It makes sense."
The three of them continued to move forward. At the end of the islands of white flowers, on the spiral steps that looked like moonlight falling, a young Taoist was standing there quietly, with a lot of weight already falling on his shoulders. The white flowers blown by the sea breeze look like they have been waiting for a long time.
When Lu Xiaosan saw that scene, he changed his attention. He turned to look at Le Chaotian and said, "I suddenly discovered that sometimes knowing your destiny is quite interesting."
Le Chaotian said with a smile: "For example?"
"For example, one day my uncle and I separated. We haven't seen each other for a long time. My uncle was coming to see me, but I knew it a long time ago, so I stood at the entrance of the courtyard among the falling flowers all afternoon, waiting for my uncle to step on the mountain breeze. When I came over, I smiled and said, 'Uncle, I have been waiting here for many years.'"
Ye Zhuliu looked at the young man standing on the white flower floating island and smiled softly. Then the young Taoist who had not planned to say this looked at Le Chaotian and said with a smile:
"Uncle Master, I have been waiting here for many years."
Lu Xiaosan nodded with satisfaction.
Yes, that’s it!
