Thirty Questions about Feather's Nostalgia

Thirty Questions about Feather's Nostalgia

Author: Yun Yansheng

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When Yuren Feixie came to the only willing house, it was already dark.

Even though the moonlight was just right, he couldn't help but stop in front of those thatched huts.

Thinking about it carefully, the battle of Shenzhou was already more than ten years ago, the old man passed away, he was wandering in the world with nowhere to go, and he didn't even dare to recall the past easily.

This time I came to the only wish house, but I happened to go to a nearby market to buy wine, and suddenly remembered that tavern, he had gone there with a friend.Sorrow's residence is not far from here. Anyway, there is nowhere to rest tonight, so why not go and have a look.

"Friend, excuse me."

The weeds and fallen leaves in the yard were piled up in layers, knee deep.

He sighed outside the door, knowing that there was no answer, he walked in.

The moonlight was pale, and the interior of the house was bleak.

It seems that the wooden furniture is still the same, but a lot of dust has accumulated on it.

The cold wind was bleak, Yuren felt his heart was cold, and the tip of his nose was inexplicably sore.

After so many years, he still remembers the habits of his old friend clearly, so he easily found a candlestick and a few candles in the cabinet.

I don't know if it can still be lit?

After wiping the dust off the table and chairs, he reluctantly sat down, took out the flint on his body, hit it a few times, and actually lit the candle.

He carefully placed the lamp on the table and stared at it thoughtfully.

Yuren Feixie didn't have many friends, and he counted the few he was really close to, and Sorrow Luo Anchen was among them.

The two of them were originally withdrawn, even if they had a good friendship, they kept it in their hearts, and they didn't have much time to meet each other.He occasionally went to the only willing house to take a look, and most of them were worried that Chou Luo would be involved in some disputes in the rivers and lakes. Seeing that he was fine, he stayed in the only willing house for a few days with peace of mind. Lamp chatting late into the night.

"Are you still accompanied by the lonely lamp?"

Sorrow always asked him this sentence, since the first time they met in Luoxia Gudeng.

They were not friends at the earliest time, this sentence should be a test, which somewhat made Yuren feel a little unhappy.Afterwards, Chou Luo brought it up again, probably with the intention of joking and deliberately teasing him.

Yuren Feixie still remembers the quarreling and even the subsequent quarrel at that time, and even thinks it is funny.He also remembered that occasionally when he came to see Chouluo at night, as soon as people arrived at the door of the only willing house, Chouluo Anchen would go out with a lamp to watch.

Killer's sharpness?Yuren guessed.

Sorrow Luo Anchen proudly said, I knew you would come.

In fact, we haven't met for a few years. Earlier, Yuren watched him marry a wife and have children. Although he always had a bitter face like himself, he finally saw a smile.

Afterwards, he wandered around on one side of the river and lake, listening to the rumors about him on the other side.

When they said goodbye, they lit a lamp deep in the fallen leaves.

Sorrow said, now I have to be with the lonely lamp like you, you are not lonely anymore.

Yuren Feixie shook his head and sighed, you really don't know how to comfort others.

Youluo Anchen was a little stunned, when did I comfort you?

This night in the only willing house, Yuren did not turn off the lamp.

"You said I won't be lonely in the future, but why am I still the only one with the lonely lamp?"

solitary lamp...

solitary lamp...

"You crow's mouth." Yuren Feixie suddenly frowned and said, not knowing who he was talking about.

painting

Sorrowful and Dark Dust can still paint?

Yuren Feixi also accidentally saw a corner of his desk with splashed ink landscape, took it out and saw that the painting turned out to be the only one he wanted, and only then did he know that he still has this talent.

Taking advantage of Sorrow and Anchen not paying attention, Yuren Feixie secretly flipped through the stack of papers on the desk, and found that there were quite a few paintings, including one with six wings on its back and a long green knife in its hand. Swordsmen in white.

Seraphim, is this me?

Yuren Feixie was holding the painting for a closer look, and Shouluo Anchen had already rushed in and snatched the sketches, and looked at him angrily.

"How can you rummage through my things?"

"I'm so ugly?"

Yuren Feixie deliberately held up the paper in his hand to show Shuluo Anchen, who took two steps back in embarrassment, pinching the stack of papers in his hand, a little embarrassed.

"I'm not good at drawing, it's just to pass the time."

"As a professional killer, a former professional killer, now you can not only plant land and chop firewood, but also cook, do laundry, sewing, mending and other things are not difficult for you, if you can even do painting well , how are we Jianghu people still messing around?"

"Are you making fun of my ugly drawing?"

"I'm here to comfort you that you don't need to care about such trivial things as poor painting."

"...Then you can be more tactful."

"I won't." Yu Ren Feixie closed his eyes without changing his face.

Sorrow falls and dark dust is silent for a while, is this little bird in a good mood today to find fault?

Sure enough, that face is different from the usual bitter candy!

"Yuren, how about we compare painting?" Sorrowful Anchen said.

"Ok?"

"You rank ahead of me in terms of martial arts, but you may not be able to beat me in other things."

"I don't know how to draw!" Yuren sighed.

"What are you afraid of? Anyway, I can't draw well!" Shuluo Anchen helplessly spread his hands.

……

Yuren Feixie hesitated a little, staring at the sad eyes of Anchen for two seconds.

Suddenly, I remembered a saying in Jianghu that described melancholy and dark dust. Others have a pair of eyes that look at each other, but he has a pair of eyes that can be chopped off by thousands of people.

Even though the quarrel is a crime pit, and he has never shamed his master, but maybe he won't win if he stares with big eyes. I heard that some killers can kill with their eyes?

I don't know if there will be sorrow and dark dust?

"Okay, let's compare."

The two of them stood in front of the table, and the paper and pens were laid out.

Shouluo took a deep breath and said to Yuren: "Actually, I drew that picture of yours a long time ago. Recently, I feel that my drawing skills have improved a lot. By the way, what do you want to draw?"

"Since you draw me, I will draw you." Yuren had already picked up a pen and dipped it in ink to write freely on the paper.

"Then I will draw you again, this time it must be better than the last time." Sorrow Luo Anchen vowed.

"Okay!" Yuren Feixie suddenly raised his pen, turned his head and said to Shouluo Anchen.

The nib of the pen over there had just been dipped in ink, and was so startled by Yuren's sound that he almost couldn't hold the pen, leaving some heavy ink marks on the paper.

Shouluo Anchen stared at Yuren Feixie in shock: "You also have six wings on your hands?"

"Look at the painting." Yu Renfeixi pointed to the paper on the table with his finger.

Sorrow looked down!

Simple black lines outline a little doll with long hair, big eyes, and a bitter gourd face. The proportions of the figure can be ignored, and there is a cicada wing in his hand. This is really me...

What is that statement called, Q version! !

... Time seemed to stand still for a second or two.

"Feather people are not scorpions!" Sorrow Luo Anchen raised his head and shouted angrily!

Eh?What about people?

There were only one or two white feathers falling lightly beside him, and a familiar voice came from outside the only willing house.

"This round of Featherman is not willing to bow down, and there is still a step ahead, that painting is given to a friend..."

At that time, Yuren Feixie resolutely fled the scene, still imagining the angry and depressed expression of Shouluo Anchen in his mind, thinking that he really played well.Later, when I went to the only wish house, Shouluo Anchen seemed to have forgotten about it, and continued to drink with him as usual.

Sure enough, he was dumbfounded, Yuren thought to himself.

He really didn't expect to see the humble work of the year again. It was on the second day of the only wish to give up. When tidying up the old desk, he found a yellowed old painting in the desk drawer. He took it out and looked at it for a long time before he remembered it. The whole story.

Did he really put the painting away?

Yuren Feixie looked at this picture and suddenly burst into tears.

"Chou Luo... This painting really made me cry..."

umbrella

The only wish I have and only one is a gift from Yuren Feixie.

Because of worry, Anchen has a fishing outfit, and when it rains, it is enough to wear a coir raincoat and a big bamboo hat, even though he can't even see his face clearly.Yuren Feixie suggested that since you are too heavy, it would be much more convenient to buy an umbrella.

Sorrow Luo Anchen said, if you hold an umbrella, you can't do things with two hand-held things.

In the end, the only wish was to have no umbrella.

Originally, Yuren Feixie planned to leave his umbrella behind before leaving, but felt that his umbrella was too old, so he took it with him and left.When I arrived at the market, I bought a new umbrella and returned to the only wish house.

When Shouluo Anchen opened the door, he was a little surprised why he went back and forth. When he saw the umbrella in his hand, he knew it instantly, so he sighed and said, such a trivial matter, is there a need for it?

Yuren Feixie said nothing, entered the house, hung the new umbrella on the wall in a conspicuous place, and left.

Later, when I come to Only Wish House, I often see that umbrella hanging on the wall well, it looks like a new one, and I don’t know if Shou Luo An Chen has used it.

More than ten years later, the owner here is no longer there, and the umbrella is still hanging on the wall.

It started to rain that day, and Yu Renfeixie had finished cleaning the house, so he had to give up his plan of hoeing the weeds in the yard.Although he knew in his heart that it was pointless to do these things, he would not live here.When he is gone, this place will still be deserted.But he couldn't bear it, as if in his heart, he faintly felt that even though the sorrow was gone, the only wish she had never died.This place was the only one he had during his life, and it was the same after his death. When he was not around, Yuren took care of it for him.

The room was too damp and stuffy, and he wanted to go outside for a walk.Then he reached out and took down the umbrella, it looked pretty good on the outside, maybe it was well preserved by the dark dust, maybe he rarely used it, maybe he never used it at all, and just put it away because of the kindness of his friend.

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