Ning Gu

Flying birds live in deep forests, and clear streams surround mountain temples.

Outside the Royal Palace in Fangzhou, there is an old mountain, which is called Xianshan by the world, and there is a temple at the foot of the mountain, which is called Zhaoxing.

Zhaoxing Temple is famous all over the world, and its incense burns continuously. In addition to being close to the imperial palace, there are two hermits living in the deep forest behind the temple.Named the second son of Jiangnan, one is good at calligraphy, and his brushwork is steady and free;

However, it is precisely this book and painting that are so popular with literati everywhere, so those who pass by here will ask Master Huixuan, the abbot of Zhaoxing, for a painting. Over time, Huixuan promised that every spring, literati would take peach branches It can be exchanged, but usually, it is only given to those who are destined to respect the meaning of the second son.

In the spring of this year, the peach blossom branches outside Zhaoxing Temple were not the same as in the past, and the literati in the vicinity often brought their own peach branches in exchange for paintings.All of a sudden, the Mingtai outside the temple was full of voices.

And in the deep forest behind the temple, a bamboo house was built.The fence outside the bamboo house is full of colorful flowers. There is only a red medicine plant in the southeast corner, which seems to have been stolen by a child, and half of it is bald.

The little boy planting flowers stood outside the fence, looking at this abrupt place, his brows were furrowed, thinking about how to explain to the owner of the bamboo house so that he would not be punished.However, before he could come up with a result, he saw someone in the house stepping out of the hospital.

The man was wearing a spring shirt, he seemed to be too lazy to tie up his hair and tied his hair, and only wore a plain beard.Standing in front of the bamboo house, he didn't seem to see anything unusual about the flowers and trees, and asked the little boy, "Zhisheng is gone?"

"Qi Lang-jun said that this year I can't copy any good things, so I will return to Gusu first. Let Xie Yun work hard to paint, so as to repay the friendship of the abbot who borrowed this bamboo house for a while."

"He just cares about being lazy, and I'm the one who pays the favor back?"

"Qi Langjun said that Xie Yun owed him the favor of saving his life, but asking him to return the three paintings is not a loss."

"He's really good at counting." The man called Xie Lang gradually went to the couch deep in the flower group.I wanted to get the travel diary left on the couch yesterday, but saw the mud prints on the book, and asked casually, "You got thieves again last night?"

"That's right, I stole half of the red medicine, and the tree was bald." Listening to his question, the boy complained casually, and regretted it after speaking.In the past, when the flowers were stolen, he was punished by this Xie Lang to copy the books, but today, he can't avoid it even if he thinks about it.

Unexpectedly, this Xie Yun picked up the book with a bow, picked it up and patted off the mud marks, raised his eyebrows, and smiled a little too cunningly, causing the little boy to close his eyes in resignation when he saw this scene.

"Later, you can put some poison on the fence, so that the thief will come to steal the flowers."

Suddenly hearing that this was unexpected, the little boy was still secretly happy, and after hearing what happened later, he couldn't help feeling sorry for the thief: "I think it's a child from a poor family at the foot of the mountain, who stole a few sticks and sold them for money, this..."

It's not worth applying poison and killing someone's life.

"Then copy the books for those thieves a few times, and then let it go."

The little boy pursed his lips and kept silent, closed his eyes and shook his head, whether it was a blessing or a curse, and a disaster could not be avoided.

"By the way, those paintings in the hall, you can hold them for me to Huixuan to preside over later."

"But..." The little boy watched the man turn around and was about to enter the bamboo house again, feeling anxious, followed a few steps, and continued, "Didn't Mr. Lang agree to go down the mountain to drink tea with the abbot?"

"I don't want to go. That thief has disturbed my interest." He, Xie Ling, loves books very much, but this child is ignorant, so he dropped mud on the pages of the book.

"The abbot said, I have prepared a pot of longevity eyebrows for my husband to try."

"Then go." Hearing the word "Shoumei", he couldn't help it.

Seriously speaking, Shoumei is not a famous tea, but he loves this tea.When I heard it from Huixuan five years ago, I thought it was very familiar, but he forgot.

But he forgot a lot of things, not bad for this one.When he woke up, he was in this bamboo house, except for Qi Zhisheng and Hui Xuan, he didn't remember much about the others.

Qi Zhisheng was a friend he had known since Yangzhou, as for the exact time, he couldn't remember it, it seemed to be when he was very young.Qi Zhisheng was taught by a wandering genius doctor, and he couldn't remember the name of this genius doctor either.But Qi Zhisheng's medical skills are indeed well-known in the world.

And he was a child adopted by the former abbot of this temple, and he was educated by the former abbot and his friends-all elegant poets.Therefore, he naturally learned the artsy arty style of literati.It was precisely this kind of elegant demeanor that made him get acquainted with the people in Fufeng back then, that made him die in Fufeng, and that made Qi Zhisheng pull him back from the road to Huangquan through all kinds of difficulties and dangers.

As for this pot of Shoumei tea, maybe it is a habit he learned from those literati and poets.He comforted himself so.

But maybe it's a habit I developed in the past that I don't want to remember.

After he woke up, Qi Zhisheng had a long talk with him all night about that past. Qi Zhisheng said that the forgetting of that memory was probably caused by a needle in the head; of course, Qi Zhisheng also asked him seriously. If he wants to remember, he also told him that maybe the things from the past, the scenes that happened before, appear in front of him again, and he will remember it, or maybe he will never remember it for the rest of his life.

After hearing about it, he felt that there was no need to try it, so he resolutely refused.

"Since I decided to forget it at the beginning, why bother to remember it?"

"But Xie Ling, you have to know that if you don't remember now, the longer the time passes, the more blurred your memory of the past will be."

"Ah."

"That is to say, you may want to recall it in the future, but you may also forget it."

"Isn't that good?"

Qi Zhisheng knew that it was meaningless to talk about it. Maybe the real Xie Ling had such a temperament. Maybe the person in Fufeng City really stayed in the courtyard of Xie Mansion in Fufeng City. at the table.

"Then why don't I thank that Zhao Zuo?" Qi Zhisheng whispered, "Let me see the real you."

"Who are you talking about? The real me?"

"Yes. The original you seem to wear a thousand masks. Whoever can tell the difference, probably only Zhao Zuo can hold you."

"Zhao Zuo..."

After five years, every time he thinks of these two words mentioned by Qi Zhisheng, his heart will hurt unconsciously, as if someone has choked his throat, holding his breath, and stagnating in his heart.

"Zhao Zuo." Xie Ling repeated his words, and what flashed before his eyes was the scene of the sword pointing at the throat in the dream last night.That was probably the first time in his life that he felt fear of others, fear, and even sadness.

He didn't know what the repeated scene in yesterday's dream was, and he persuaded himself not to explore it.

After all, he is only Xie Ling now, and he is no longer that Xie Wuling that the people down the mountain would gnash their teeth when they mentioned it.

"Lang Jun!" Walking into the house, the little boy holding the painting was waving to Xie Ling in the hall, and Xie Ling finally came back to his senses.

"what happened?"

"Shall we go down the mountain now?" Seeing that Xie Ling's face turned pale, the boy couldn't help feeling a little worried.

About a few months ago, he discovered that this Xie Yun would suddenly lose his mind, and then he would keep chanting a name; now he loses his mind more often, and people become strange more often, even at night. He would wake up because of something, but he never mentioned it.

Xiao Tong was afraid that he was being haunted by something, so when Mr. Qi Lang came to the bamboo house to spend the winter, he told Mr. Qi Lang to listen.

But Mr. Qi Lang prepared some soothing medicinals. Before he left this morning, he told the boy to ask him to let Xie Ling go to the temple more, and he said something that the boy couldn't understand:

"Qingshan will grow old, Chunjiu will end up sick, and the northern geese will return to the southern branch."

He, Xie Ling, will not let that person go after all, he, a lone goose, will return to his southern land after all.