Ends of the world.
In a world full of peach blossoms...
The pink peach petals were blown by the wind and filled the void.
Seen from a distance, this whole world looks tender and sweet...
A gray-haired old man sat under a peach tree. There was a chessboard in front of him, but there was no one to play chess with him.
He slowly played chess alone, and a petal fell down into the chess cup in front of him.
He looked at the peach petals, his expression seemed to be filled with confusion that he could not remember for a long time, and he raised his hand to pick up the petals and put them in his hands.
"I can't remember why I like peach blossoms so much..."
The old man's white beard swayed in the breeze.
The lonely and lonely body turned to look at the peach blossoms that he had planted all over the sky, "I have never seen anyone related to peach blossoms..."
He turned around, gently put down the peach petals, and looked at the chessboard in front of him...
"Mystery..."
A voice sounded, and the old man saw a man in white clothes walking in front of him.
"Who is Xuanji?" The old man was slightly startled, and raised his head as if he was confused. The appearance of the young man in white fell into his eyes.
The white-bearded old man was suddenly startled, and the dust-covered memories came like a flood, making his eyes tremble slightly.
Involuntarily, the old man opened his mouth to the boy in white.
"Senior brother..."
boom!
The scene disappeared, and a little boy woke up under the ancient pine tree on the top of Tianji Cave in the Immortal Domain.
The two old remnant souls on the tree were still chattering away, and not far away, the old man Tianji, dressed in black, was playing with two chess pieces in his hands.
The little boy looked at everything in front of him and remembered the scenery in his dream.
I couldn't help but shed tears in my eyes...
"Senior brother...did you bring the mystery home?"
...
In the south of the Yangtze River, the light mist covering a person is as thin as a thread, covering this green ancient town with a charming spring feeling.
The smoke rose around the beam, adding the smell of human fireworks to the passing breeze. The continuous drizzle fell on the roof, dripped along the tile ditch on the roof, and then silently dripped into the small river that passed through the town outside the house.
In a picturesque town, a woman in a white dress held an umbrella, walked onto a small bluestone bridge, and slowly walked to the door of a shop.
In the shop, the young man in white is writing something with his pen and ink...
She looked at the scene in front of her blankly, feeling like she had seen it before, but she couldn't remember it.
She didn't even know why she came here...
With a faint sigh, the woman slowly walked to the door and shouted softly to the young man in white who was writing and painting in the shop: "Shopkeeper, can you write a poem for me?"
The boy in white didn't raise his head, but just agreed: "Okay, what poem does the guest want to write?"
A trace of unsolved confusion flashed in the woman's eyes, "It's a poem I've never heard of, but for some reason I vaguely remember half of it..."
The young shopkeeper in white shook his head, "Nothing, I will write as much as the guests remember."
The woman turned her head and looked at the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. She gently put down the umbrella in her hand and recited:
"The wind in Chang'an City is different from the swallows, and people are so drunk that they don't know autumn because of the shadow of the moon.
The zither is playing in the mirror of Yaotai, but the sweetheart is not worried.
A short pavilion leads to a long road of thousands of miles, but looking back to the south of the Yangtze River has gone too far..."
When the woman read this, she frowned slightly. She seemed unable to remember what the next verse was, but she seemed certain that there would be more!
She was definitely unable to find the source of this poem, but it was always in her heart like the moon in a well.
"alright."
Suddenly, the young shopkeeper in white clothes in the shop put down the ink pen in his hand and handed the scroll of paper in front of the woman.
The woman was stunned and took the scroll with some disappointment. She thought the shopkeeper just wrote down what she said.
However, when she unfolded the scroll, she was stunned.
Under the elegant pen and ink handwriting, she clearly wrote the second half of the poem that she couldn't remember...
In a daze, she looked at the second half of the poem and read it out gently:
“…If I want to find my beloved in the outer world, I will climb up to the attic and upstairs.
I can’t stop painting my feelings and thoughts, but I can’t leave any ink on painting people..."
The woman in the white dress kept thinking about it, but she couldn't stop reading it anymore. The jade hands holding the scroll suddenly trembled, and they suddenly raised their heads and looked at the young shopkeeper in white...
The young shopkeeper in white smiled softly at the woman and continued, "I don't know if I'll see you again..."
"May your Majesty Shu Pavilion...I beg you..."
The eyes of the woman in the white dress gradually became hazy, and she seemed to see a bridge. She walked towards one end of the bridge, and the young man under the bridge... actually chased after her.
The drizzle was hazy, and a pair of people stood in the Jiangnan scenery in the rain.
Gradually, the woman in the white dress suddenly covered her face and cried, and fell into the arms of the young shopkeeper in white...
...
On the desk in the shop, an ink pen and an ancient bronze mirror suddenly stood up like a human being.
The dark ink pen glanced at the ancient bronze mirror beside him. The ancient bronze mirror seemed to be extremely curious, shining on the two people outside the shop.
Sighing helplessly, Mobi looked around.
Then he turned around, took out a piece of paper with the ink pen, and covered it on the ancient mirror, "Children, don't look around, cause and effect are too big."
"You can't bear it..."
(Complete book)
