withered prosperity

Even if you close your eyes, you can still see blue, blue, green and green colors in front of your eyes.

The sea breeze was blowing, and some blazing sunlight shone on his body. The long-term sunshine and sea breeze made the exposed skin a little painful.

But that's all right, he thought, it's all very well.

He took a long breath, only to feel that the sky was high and the sea was wide, extremely comfortable.

However, in comparison, the people around him seemed unable to appreciate his joy at all, they just chattered in their ears, ruining his good mood for no reason.

He seemed to say something, and finally completely quieted down.

"Tonight." In the shadows on the other side, someone suddenly whispered: "The direction of the wind can be changed."

In an instant, the surroundings were full of joy, he turned his face away, and the sea breeze was blowing on his face, and he felt very comfortable...

He opened his eyes suddenly.

It was not yet clear, and Xiaoran was asked to put down the bamboo curtain before going to bed last night, so the room was dark, and only the outline of the gauze curtain could be vaguely seen.

It turned out to be a dream... He closed his eyes again, and there were still patches of blue and green lights in front of his eyes, which were obviously the remnants of the dream.

He seldom dreamed, and he might have this once in a few years, and it was rarely a good dream, as if the feeling of ease and joy was still reverberating in his chest, so he closed his eyes and thought about it carefully.

So many years have passed, and I have encountered too many experiences during my youth. Apart from those impressive ones, I have forgotten most of my childhood experiences. This dream is probably the same... But I dreamed of these irrelevant people What's the point?

Mostly he woke up in a dream, and if he had no distracting thoughts, he would be able to continue his sleep, but he would not be able to fall asleep again after a few thoughts, but even so, he did not get up in a hurry.

Xiao Ran probably hasn't woken up yet, if he wakes up and makes some noises to wake him up, he'll have no energy for the whole day.For a child of this age, after all, it is better for the body to sleep more.

There was a rustling sound outside the window. It should be the sound of snow falling between the branches of the window lattice. From this point of view, the heavy snow did not stop overnight, and the mountains, rocks and trees in the distance should have been completely white.

It seems that the charcoal stove has not been out for a long time, and the room is not too cold.However, it has snowed several times this year, so I don't know if there is enough charcoal to use, especially Xingmang's child is prone to get sick when he catches the cold, so I have to send someone to ask about it later, or get some money to build a fire wall in his house .

He thought about it, and suddenly remembered that there was a fox fur shawl in the bottom box.

Although it is a camphor wood box, it may not be usable after years of storage without sunlight.

Even if it's a bit variegated, but Xuanhu is cunning, and it took a lot of effort to hunt it down, it's a pity...

With the light passing through the dense curtains, the outline gradually became clearer. It should be because of the snow that everything is much brighter than before.

A slight sound came from outside, Xiaoran should have woken up.

Sure enough, not long after, I heard Xiaoran asking questions.

"I'm awake." He just had a serious illness a while ago. Although he hasn't been seriously ill recently, his voice is still a little hoarse. He cleared his throat and said again: "You go and see the chef first, I will take care of it myself. Just fine."

Xiaoran responded.

He got up and put on his clothes, took a still warm kettle from the rattan trunk, poured water, rinsed his mouth and cleansed his face, then opened the curtain and opened the window a little.

The room suddenly became brighter, and a cold but clear breath came oncoming.

He stood there for a while, at a loss and didn't know what he was thinking, and then suddenly realized that it was getting late, so he put on his outer shirt and cloak and went out, along the corridor built by the mountain, towards the courtyard on the lower floor.

Some servants who got up early were walking around in the courtyard. When they saw him, they all bowed down and saluted, and he nodded in response.

"Steward Yan!" Just after stepping down the last step, the clear and clear voices of the children came from afar.

He looked over there and saw those children jumping up and down through the view window and waving at him. They were in great spirits, and couldn't help curling the corners of their mouths, showing the first smile of the day.

That's it, even if you live like this every day, there will still be people and things worth smiling about.

This is good, smile every day, this life will pass soon...

Qianqiu Mountain, Chaomu Pavilion.

Just listening to the name, one would feel that it must be an illusory place, as if it is far away from the horizon.

But in fact, Chaomu Pavilion is a prominent sect known as legend in the martial arts.

Hundreds of years ago, Chaomu Pavilion established a sect, but because of the strict rules, there were few disciples walking in the rivers and lakes at that time, so it has been little known.But in the past hundred years, disputes between the court and the frontier have continued, and the trend of abandoning literature and focusing on martial arts has become more and more serious. The mysterious color of Chaomu Pavilion has gradually faded, revealing a corner of it.People in the world know that this unheard of Jianghu sect is actually powerful inside, and it is nothing more than a colossus.

About seven years ago, Yan Hai entered Chaomu Pavilion for the first time and was arranged to serve by Yunji's side.

At that time, the world already knew the name of Yun Ji, and they highly respected this young swordsman. The phrase "Swordsman in the world, dressed in white at dawn and dusk" described Yun Ji.

At that time, Yun Ji hadn't entered the Mingyue Tower yet, but he was a disciple of the previous pavilion master and lived in the Shangge Zhaoming Garden.

At that time... At that time, Yun Ji treated him very well, and he agreed with a few beggings, and followed him to the study to browse through the collection of books.

In the afternoon when nothing happened, he would sit on the chair by the north wall, hold a book, and read quietly for an hour or two.

During this period, he often looked up to look at the row of long windows facing the south.Outside the window is a pond in which lotus flowers are planted. There is a peach tree next to the pond by the window. The peach blossoms are scorching in spring, and the lotus blossoms in summer.

Yun Ji is also in the study room occasionally, seeing him staring blankly, and asking why he doesn't just sit by the window to look, he will answer: "Sometimes you get too close, but you can't see clearly."

At that time, even though he had first tasted the difficulties in the world, he still underestimated the suffering in the world.

The desk is right in front of the open window, the peach blossoms are tossing in the wind, and the faint crimson color falls to Yunji's snow-white sleeves and shoulders, reflecting the sky and spring, so gentle.

Yan Hai felt a pain in his heart, he hurriedly stabilized his breath, and lowered his head.

This kind of dull pain coming from the viscera and the faint fishiness in the throat will take a long time to slowly dissipate.

Many afternoons like this, the sun streamed in from the long window facing south, Yan Hai lowered his head, watching the bright light spread inch by inch on the bluestone ground, until it stopped five inches in front of his feet, and then retreated bit by bit. go.

Doomed to miss, not to chase...

Years change, cold and heat change, time passes slowly and quickly, long and complicated but no trace can be found.

Day after day, year after year, it seems like nothing will ever change.

If nothing ever changes...

Yan Hai was sitting in the spacious carriage, listening to Qiu Zhe and the pharmacy owner chattering away, the feeling of trance swept over again.

As if in a dream, everything was far away, those noisy voices became quieter, and they came from far away, he pressed his forehead hard, trying to drive away this weird feeling.

"Yan Hai, the shopkeeper said..." Qiu Zhe came in from the car and saw his forehead strokes, so he asked, "Are you uncomfortable?"

"It's nothing." He put down his hands, his voice was a little rough: "What did the shopkeeper say?"

"Aren't you still bedridden, you must have not taken care of yourself!" Qiu Zhe showed a look of disapproval: "I said that I can do it alone, so you can't trust me?"

"Where is it! I'm not feeling sick, but the weather has been warm recently, and people tend to feel tired." He smiled and asked, "You don't have to just scold me, Guanshi Qiu. The shopping this month is my business. Why do you want to buy it?" rush out?"

"It's not the old man Shan Yueya. You have been sick for the past few days and it's hard for him to find you, so he always pesters me, talking about the sun, the moon, the stars, back and forth, left, right, up, down, and up and down. It makes my head feel dizzy." Qiu Zhe He rolled his eyes toward the sky: "You know, I don't know anything about these things, but that guy likes to drag me along and talk about his numerology spells. He still gets angry when I hear my headache. If I can't provoke him, he can hide it! "

"The old man is simple in heart, but he is very bookish." Seeing Qiu Zhe's expression of respect and indifference, he laughed: "After a while, he will move to the upper court, and it will be difficult to see him, maybe he will miss it!"

"I said you, Yan Hai!" Qiu Zhe laughed a few times, with a very strange expression on his face: "In terms of seniority, you are the longest among us, and you should have seen more than each of us. Have such a strange idea?"

"The medicinal materials are still missing?" He didn't want to continue the discussion, so he smiled and changed the subject: "How much flavor is missing this time?"

"Thirty or forty items!" Qiu Zhe shook the densely packed list, snorted: "That master is the most troublesome, how can there be so many strange things for sale in the medicine shop in a small place?"

"This is something that can't be helped. Now the court laws are strict, and there are many restrictions on commerce." Yan Hai shook his head: "Let's do this first! Send a letter back to Shangjing to buy. If Mr. Pei comes down to ask during this period, I'll explain it to him."

"Speaking of this Master Pei, if he hadn't been the nephew of the former pavilion master, with that temperament, I'm afraid he would have..." Seeing his calm face, Qiu Zhe laughed: "Hey, I forgot your last I don’t like to discuss in private, let alone talk about it.”