Ukiyo heave

Jiang Dongshen left Jiang's house alone, and searched for the person who hadn't returned for a long time.

I said I would spend my birthday with him, I said I would spend New Year's Eve with him, I envisioned many festivals, and they all passed one by one.However, there is still no news of the year.

So Jiang Dongchen walked through the streets, big and small, from north to south, and from south to north, always alone.It's no longer elegant and introverted and gentle as jade, the longer the days, the colder his brows will be.

In fact, Jiang Dongchen felt that he was much stronger than he imagined.

Of the things that Quesheng told him the year before last, the facts are naturally far from being simple, but perhaps because of trust, Jiang Dongshen believed everything one by one without reservation.So Nian has risen to where it is today, and Jiang Dongshen is also blaming himself in his heart.

Because of his own stupidity, he let him fall into danger time and time again, so that now, it seems that that person will never come back.

So Jiang Dongshen didn't dare to relax for a moment, he was afraid that Nian Kesheng was suffering somewhere, and if he went late, he would not be able to see him for the last time.Jiang Dongshen didn't even dare to think about where Wannian died silently, his 18 years of life were over, what would Jiang Dongshen rely on to survive the rest of his life.

Nian Quesheng hoped that Jiang Dongshen would be fine, but could he really be fine?

On the day of Nian Kesheng's birthday, Jiang Dongshen drank a lot of wine.

This is probably the only time since he grew up so drunk that he lost his composure. He hid in the room and whispered Nian Qusheng's name alone. He couldn't make a sound while reciting, and squatted in the corner, crying until his shoulders were shaking. .

Mu Lian knocked on the door several times but no one answered, and no one answered when she called Ah Chen. She was so anxious and panicked that she called a few disciples to forcefully knock the door open.Jiang Dongshen was still squatting in the corner, as if he hadn't heard of it, and he didn't even lift his head.Looking from a distance, the whole person is decadent and depressed mixed with alcohol.

Seeing this scene, Mu Lian almost shed tears, turned around and held Mu Yi's hand tightly, and said in a trembling voice, "Elder sister...today is Ah Sheng's birthday."

Mu Yi said: "I know."

Mu Lian said: "He is also my son."

Mu Yi patted Mu Lian's shoulder lightly, and said softly, "I know, Lian'er, I know."

Although Jiang Dongshen talked less, he was plain, even when he fell into the water when he was a child and suffered great shock, he woke up with a calm expression on his face, and turned his head to ask Jiang Yu, who was only a little higher than the bed: "How long have I been asleep?" .”

Never revealing the mountains and water, never being surprised by favor or humiliation, never being disturbed when sitting in the arms, why was she squatting in the corner so distraught, hugging her knees and crying so badly.

After a long time, Jiang Dongshen got up suddenly, and walked towards the door with tear stains all over his face. He kept his head down until he realized that there were two people standing by the door. The person bowed and said, "Mother."

Mu Yi said: "Dong Chen, it's so late, where are you going?"

Jiang Dong's eyes flickered, and he lowered his eyes and said, "I'll go find him."

Mu Yi said warmly: "It's already dark, can we go tomorrow?"

Mu Lian said, "Let him go."

Mu Yi and Jiang Dongchen looked at Mu Lian together, Mu Lian took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped the tears on Jiang Dongchen's face, held back the tears and said softly: "Yu Jian's words are a little slower. I just cried, and the wind will hurt my face, understand?"

Just after wiping his face, another teardrop slid down.

Mu Lian withdrew his hand, pursed his lips, and asked softly, "Ah Chen, are you still going home?"

Jiang Dong lowered his head and said, "When it's a festival or our family's birthday... I will come back."

Mu Lian nodded, lowered his eyes and said, "Okay."

Sighing lightly, he patted Jiang Dongchen's shoulder again and said, "Be careful on the road, go."

Jiang Dong took two steps forward in a daze, then suddenly turned around and knelt down, his sleeves fell off, and he called, "Mother."

Mu Lian suppressed his tears and asked instead of helping him, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Dongshen performed the big ceremony, and said clearly: "Dongshen is not filial."

Mu Lian said: "Since you know that you are not filial, you just want to find Ah Sheng and bring him to me. I want my two sons to come back to me intact, and you will be worthy of me."

Jiang Dongchen shed tears, but said seriously: "Dongchen knows."

Mu Lian didn't look at him any longer, turned his back and said softly, "Let's go."

Jiang Dongshen turned around, called Dongnanzhi out of its sheath, took two steps back and said, "Dongshen bids farewell."

Then he turned around and raised his sword, and in a flash, the white clothes and wide sleeves fluttered up.When Mu Lian turned his head again, the man had already disappeared into the bright moonlight.

Jiang Dongshen didn't wake up from the wine, and he also knew that he couldn't go anywhere at night.After about half an hour, Mu Lian said to Mu Yi: "Let's go, elder sister, let's go to Qianhuandu to see him."

So the two women summoned the long swords that had not been used for a long time, unsheathed Linglong, stepped on the blade lightly, like Liang Shangyan leaning over and flying down, lightly touching the water.

On a clear moonlit night, it should be a beautiful sight to see two alluring women in sayiman go back to fly their swords.

They can see the purpose of their trip, but they can't see any bright future.

When it fell between Suijun Lake and their house, Jiang Dongshen could no longer hide his still longing.

They had many ordinary nights, and they were all such clear moonlit nights. Jiang Dongshen sat at the desk and read a book, but Nian Sheng lay on the bed and played with the cat. Sometimes the two of them did not exchange a word for a long time, and each was doing their own things peacefully. thing.Jiang Dongshen has always been serious about reading books, but Nian Quesheng can't concentrate on anything else, and he never knows what he is thinking in his heart. Sometimes he would suddenly say: "Brother, come here and let me kiss."

Or "Brother, come here and let me hug you."

Nian but Sheng is prone to dreaming when he sleeps, and when he wakes up from a nightmare, he will be unhappy, and when he wakes up from a happy dream, he will drag Jiang Dongchen to talk non-stop.But more often, it was dreaming of something indescribable, and then Jiang Dongchen was woken up in the middle of the night or early in the morning with a dazed face, and then hugged him inexplicably.Then Nian Quesheng replayed his dream again, and after the performance, he covered himself with the quilt and went back to sleep.Generally speaking, on such a day, you can eat two meals a day at noon and evening.

It is also very good to have such a dream, like Jiang Dongshen, if a person lives a depressed life, he will not even have a dream.What's more, he is a young man with unsteady blood, so there is nothing wrong with his dry mind.

Yes, he is still a teenager.

In the past, they were together, happy and peaceful, who would have thought that there is another word called "good times don't last long"?

Jiang Dongchen closed his eyes and sighed, and fumbled to open the door.When I opened my eyes again, gray air and darkness came face to face, and a sense of powerless loneliness swept over me.

Jiang Dongchen stood by the door, not daring to go in to light the lamp.

So much alike, the way it was tonight.The moon and stars are rare, and one person is drunk alone, and all that lingers in his nostrils is the faint smell of plum wine.But the last time I smelled this smell was not on my body, but the smell of wine that rose between my lips and teeth after a long kiss.When Nian Butsheng kicked the door open that day, Jiang Dongchen only glanced inside. It was also gloomy and full of moonlight.That day, Nian sat on the eaves from morning to night. If no one lived in their house for a day, there would be no breath of strangers.

When Mu Lian and Mu Yi came, Jiang Dongshen was standing by the bed, buried in the darkness, and opened his arms to the dusty empty bed, Mu Lian heard him say: "A Sheng, hug me."

Mu Lian covered his mouth at that moment, tears welled up in his eyes one after another, and he couldn't see what Ah Chen was doing again.Mu Yi went to hold her hand, and Mu Lian said softly, "I don't want Ah Chen to be like this."

Then she said again: "But I can't help it."

When Quesheng and Jiang Dong went south to Yinjiang in the early years, they passed a small restaurant on the road. In front of the restaurant, there was a singing girl who sang "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" with a soft and waxy accent unique to the south.

The sound of the guzheng, the jade flute, the voice is soft and sad, the woman's eyes seem to reflect the handsome man riding the horse, or the handsome man standing in the shadow of apricot blossoms one day, supported by a pair of beauties Red oiled paper umbrella.The singing is far away, and the singing is long. In the beginning of a water tune song, there is no hope of meeting again.

"People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times. I hope that people will live a long time and share the joys and joys of thousands of miles."

In the end, I turned around Zhuge, a lowly Qihu, and a sleepless night.

Mu Lian and Mu Yi went in silently, Jiang Dongshen sat on the eaves and closed his eyes to blow the wind, but the drunkenness did not blow away.He held a jar of plum wine in his hand, but the more he drank, the more drunk he became.

This time he still turned his head to look at him, put the wine jar aside, and smiled with tears in his eyes: "Ah Sheng, hug me."

Trying to be brave enough to drink to pieces, but finally waiting for no one to arrive, the next morning when I opened my eyes, the sun was already high.Sober with a hangover and a splitting headache.Touching a warm little thing in the quilt, my heart trembled suddenly, and when I opened the quilt, there was no one else, but Ruan Ruan who sent me to accompany him in the middle of the night.

Feeling a huge disappointment in his heart that was contrary to expectations, Jiang Dong sat up, sighed and stroked Ruan Ruan's head.

Perhaps after being completely drunk, I cleaned up the inside and outside of the house, as if I was writing "Che Yao Yao Pian" in front of the desk later.Writing while crying, the ink was stained, and the words were not correct.

May I be like a star, like a moon, night and night.

It's a pity that it's not the moon that is dim, but that the stars are no longer bright.

Jiang Dongshen embraced Ruan Ruan who was still sleeping soundly in his arms, folded the quilt on the bed and put it away, washed his face briefly, and left Qianhuandu with Ruan Ruan in his arms.

Before leaving, he glanced at the hanger, took off a piece of Nian Qusheng's clothes from it, and held it in his arms.

That was the only time he got drunk, and that was the only time he cried. Since then, he hasn't shed a single tear.

Gradually moving towards silence and coldness, the warmth and moistness are completely absorbed.Humanistic Jiang Dongshen has a rock-solid temperament and aura that should not be approached by strangers. I don’t know that he should always speak softly, think carefully, and be considerate. He is the older brother who is always indifferent.

After the last goodbye, brother, no one called him brother again.

No one wants him to hug anymore, no one calls him cute anymore.In the world of thousands of people and things, in the nights of insomnia or nightmares, everyone has something to belong to, and Jiang Dongchen is not needed.

The day before New Year's Eve when Jiang Dongshen returned home, Mu Yi and Mu Lian waited for him at the door with Jiang Dongshen. When Jiang Dongshen's sword fell to the ground, Jiang Dongshen didn't jump up to call him fourth senior brother.

Mu Lian asked Jiang Yu, "Why don't you go there?"

Jiang Wu looked at Jiang Dongchen, the always lively and playful little girl showed a trace of timidity, she pinched Mu Lian's sleeve and said, "Look at Fourth Senior Brother, he is so fierce."

In fact, the three of Mu Lian and Jiang Dongchen were far away. Mu Lian only glanced over, but couldn't see anything unusual about Jiang Dongchen.But children are more sensitive to the emotions of adults, Mu Lian patted Jiang Yu's head: "Your fourth senior brother just doesn't talk much, and he has been like this since he was a child, so he is not fierce."

But when he walked into Mu Lian, he realized that he was wrong. Jiang Dongshen was not talkative since he was a child, but he always had a gentle expression.Even if he doesn't speak, someone is willing to come up and talk to him.Very silent, but also very obedient and docile, unlike now, with cold and distant eyes, and a somewhat frozen voice, he saluted and said: "Mother."

Then he said to Jiang Yu, "Junior Sister."

When did he become like this?

She stopped laughing, was no longer gentle and approachable, the warm jade around her waist was useless, and Dongnanzhi also froze a bit.

The last time we met was obviously not like this, it has only been three months, how could it be like this.

When he cried heart-rendingly after being drunk, his eyes were as soft as spring water when he raised his eyes. Why is there no sadness or happiness on his face now, and his whole body is as cold as snow covered peaks.

Mu Lian couldn't help but touch Jiang Dongchen's hand, it was also cold.Mu Lian didn't show any signs of expression, and said in a warm voice as always: "You're exhausted, go back to your room to rest, and mother will cook some porridge for you to warm up. It's cold, you're wearing such thin clothes, and your hands are very cold."

Jiang Dong Shen's eyes moved, but he still didn't smile, he bowed his head and hummed, then thanked him.

Mu Lian smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Go, you're a little thinner, and your clothes look too wide."

Jiang Dongshen looked at his home clothes and said, "Fortunately, I don't think so much."

Mu Yi was watching. After Jiang Dongchen left, Mu Lian said to her, "Sister, Ah Chen is very depressed."

"It's not depression." Mu Yi said, "It's world-weary."

Mu Lian looked at the young man's frail back and said worriedly: "I'm afraid he won't be able to accept it."

Jiang Dongshen walked towards his room, but was stopped by a disciple on the way, and the disciple said: "Fourth son, the Patriarch is calling you in the study."

Jiang Dong paused, nodded his head to the disciple, thanked him, turned around and left towards the study room, the young disciple froze on the spot, and said to his companion, "Fourth Young Master is so strange today."

The companion's disciple nodded: "It's cold."

He didn't do this deliberately, even if he was used to silence, he should be soft and docile.It's just that now, for everything in this world, he has really lost interest and is indifferent.

Jiang Dongshen knocked on the door of the study, stepped in, and saluted, "Father."

Jiang Wendao was copying a Dharma book, when Jiang Dongchen saluted, he raised his head, was taken aback, and hesitated: "Ah Chen?"

Jiang Dongshen said: "Dongshen is here."

Jiang Wendao frowned: "You are... Have you ever looked in the mirror these days?"

Jiang Dong said in a deep voice, "No."

"...Forget it." Jiang Wendao waved his hand and said in a warm voice, "You sit down first, I have something to tell you."

Jiang Dongshen sat down at a small table on the side of the room, and a sword was hung on the opposite wall, with gilt lettering on the hilt, "Fenglin".

Nian Fenglin's sword, the name of the sword is his own name.

Jiang Dong took a deep look, sighed silently, and turned his gaze back to his father.

Jiang Wendao put the Dharma book aside, and his tone was rare and gentle throughout, as if he was stroking a person's wound: "I heard something."

Jiang Dong said solemnly, "Father, please tell me."

"I got a piece of news yesterday that Bai Yueguang escaped."

Jiang Dong was puzzled: "Why escape?"

"Bai Yueguang bears the spirit deed, that is... the spirit deed set up by Ah Sheng, and it is fixed in a radius of five miles. It suppresses its restlessness, so Bai Yueguang cannot do without the Nian family, and each family has no choice but to send people to guard Bai Yueguang Moon Ancestral Hall. Just yesterday, Bai Yueguang disappeared."

Jiang Dong frowned deeply, realizing that he was about to hear something bad.

Jiang Wendao asked: "Ah Chen, do you know what this means?"

"what?"

"The spirit deed is made with blood as a medium and hand-painted. It is connected with the master's spiritual power. If the master's spirit survives, the spirit deed will survive. If the master's spirit dies, the spirit deed will die."

Then Jiang Dongchen heard a sentence:

"Bai Yueguang's spiritual deed has been destroyed."