I looked at the dim lantern in my hand and sighed, Brother Lantern, Brother Lantern, can't you brighten it a little more? Because of you, I have fallen three times, and I almost didn't roll into the mountain stream the last time.
The fireflies lingering around me seem to be a little brighter than you, Lantern Brother.
In fact, when I faced all kinds of lanterns at the lantern shop yesterday, I still had the slightest idea of replacing you. They are all so bright and bright, they will definitely not be tripped and stumbled by the stone roots in the dark.
The lantern still glowed with a dim light, as if I had decided that I would not abandon it.
It was handed to me by those cellulose hands many years ago.
"The light clouds cover the moon, the flowing wind returns to the snow." When I saw you for the first time, these two sentences blurted out involuntarily.
I still remember the look in your eyes when you first saw me, there was a little panic in your confused eyes, and then one of the strings you pointed to broke.
That guqin is your favorite thing. It has a beautiful name: Luqi. Legend has it that Sima Xiangru used it to play the qin and won the cocoa heart of Zhuo Wenjun.
You and it have been inseparable for hundreds of years, but in the end, because of me, I destroyed it.
Over the years, when I came back to sleep in the middle of the night, I would often be awakened by that fierce battle.
The blood you sprayed on "Lvqi" is like a peach blossom, I know that you have used your last strength to protect the weak me.
You once said that your skill can't control the ten percent power of "Magic Sound Soul Eater", and if you use it enough, it is likely to be devoured by magic power.
But in the face of Shumu's powerful mana, you have used 100% of your power.
The blood you vomited stained half of your clothes, but you didn't step back, using your slender body to block me firmly behind.
Yan Chixia finally came a little late.
I survived, unscathed. You are dead, and your soul is scattered.
Lvqi turns into powder in your hands, together with your soul.
I can't forget the last look you gave me, no sadness, no sadness, only reluctance.
I know you have never been afraid of annihilation, you are only worried about leaving me alone in the world.
Me too.
I sit where you are gone, not saying no, not eating or drinking. If only I could grow into a tree, I could be here with you forever.
Yan Chixia told me that a kind soul like you will not really be annihilated, and I should look for the reincarnated you.
I think he was probably afraid that I would kill myself and go with you, so he made up a lie about me.
But he took me to a very old monk who said the same thing.
So I set out to find you. Before leaving, I asked the old monk to point me in the direction I was looking for. He pointed to his heart and remained silent.
He probably wanted to tell me that the direction of your heart is your direction.
But I don't think he knows, since that night, I haven't felt the presence of my heart. It was still dancing, but I no longer felt the fear and pain.
The Buddhist scriptures say: "Out of love comes sorrow, out of love comes fear; if one is separated from love, there is no worry and no fear."
Probably, I have reached this state.
What kind of catastrophe is the encounter between you and me.
Light clouds cover the moon, and the wind returns to snow. Since seeing you, no matter how exquisite the sound of the piano seems to be noisy, no matter how beautiful a woman is, it can't compare to the corner of the white robe.
About, this is destined for me to wander around and turn searching into a habit.
I haven't cried in a long, long time, probably the night you left, they dried up.
I remember my last tears fell on your face, Yan Chixia said that those tears will become the mark of reincarnation.
Over the years, I have seen countless women with tear moles, but I have never met you.
The slight mole under my left eye was my last tear.
Climb the mountain and you will reach a small town. Will there be you in that town?
In the years of looking for you, you grew up slowly in the distance, but I grew old.
When I was washing my face in the mountain stream during the day, I could clearly see the white hair on my temples in the reflection.
I am no longer the young man with black hair in a blue shirt when I first saw you.
I am so afraid that when I meet you, I have gray hair and dim eyes, and I can no longer see your face.
Will you recognize me?
But the Meng Po soup by the bridge will make you forget me completely.
I think of the gift that Yan Chixia gave me when she practiced for me.
He put two things for me to choose: a sword bag, and a jug of wine.
With the sword bag with you, all evils will not invade, and you will walk in the rivers and lakes.
The name of the wine is "two and two forget each other", and when you drink it, you forget the fetters of love and sorrow.
I always suspected that this "forgetting each other" was "Meng Po soup", but Yan Chixia refused to say it.
I want to let you guess what I have chosen when I meet you.
You can't guess.
The sword bag is already a bit old, it accompanies me to travel all over the world, looking for something, I don’t know how many times it has saved me from danger.
At this time, you must guess that I chose the sword bag.
In fact, I chose "forget each other" first.
Can't think of it?
I drank the pot of "Two Two Forget Each Other" in one gulp.
Then start your journey to find you.
Don't think about it, forget it.
In the world, there is no power that can stop us from meeting.
Where in the world are you waiting for me?
Melancholy, like the fragrance of flowers, lightly dyed my clothes.
No matter where you are, please wait for me patiently.
One day, I will appear in front of you, dusty and haggard.
When missing has become a habit, what kind of ecstasy will we have in the face of the fateful encounter?
I think we will be facing each other for a long time.
Smile, stare.
Looking at each other.
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