[Yu Huang] Changfeng

The grass is bright, and the moonlight is far away.

"It's safe enough." Yu Wenzhou sat down, Huang Shaotian leaned against him, and gave him a feeble smile, "Mount Songshan is full of roads, I don't know how many peaks there are, and I can't find it for a while."

"Yeah." Huang Shaotian's face turned pale, he raised his head and hummed.

"Lie on your back, let your breath flow." Yu Wenzhou turned to his side, lightly making Huang Shaotian lean on him more comfortably.

"Wenzhou..." Huang Shaotian turned sideways, reached out to hold Yu Wenzhou's hand, "cough cough—"

"Speak slowly." Yu Wenzhou smiled, and wiped away the blood on Huang Shaotian's mouth with his fingers, "Shaotian, speak slowly, I'm listening."

"I'm just calling you by your name." Huang Shaotian coughed for a long time, and finally said a word smoothly, "Wenzhou, Wenzhou, Wenzhou—"

Everything seems to go back to that year on Tianmu Mountain, Chunhe Jingming.

"Okay, call it whatever you want." Yu Wenzhou took his hand and placed it on his chest.

The wound was simply bandaged, but it was only a simple treatment on the way. The herbal medicine was chewed and covered the wound, and it was washed away by the blood after a while. Yu Wenzhou took a lot of effort to stop the bleeding, but there was only That's all.

Today is the fifteenth, the full moon.

"Young day, is it cold?" The surrounding fields are rustling, the empty mountains are silent, the sky and the earth seem to have no sound, the birds and insects can't be heard, the wind blows the leaves and rustles, but the sound is only heard from afar, like everything in sight. In the end, only the two of them are left in the world, and even the auditory world cannot accommodate others.

Yu Wenzhou knew that he was looking for something to say, and this question was meaningless, but he always felt that he should say something—maybe it was because if he didn't say anything, he would have no chance.

The wound on his right shoulder didn't even have the strength to stop the bleeding. Yu Wenzhou was so tired that he couldn't stand up, and he just turned his body slightly so as not to press the wound. He couldn't do any more movements. He had put all his strength on Huang Shaotian. body.

"It's not cold." Huang Shaotian blinked his eyes, his voice was light and floaty, not at all lively and lively like usual. "Wenzhou, why have you lost weight?"

After much deliberation, Huang Shaotian was worried about this.

"It makes people haggard because of Yixiao." Yu Wenzhou pursed his lips and smiled, "I guess so."

"Yi Ren, who is it?" Huang Shaotian's eyes widened.

"It's you." Yu Wenzhou put his finger on Huang Shaotian's lips, "Shaotian, the corner of your lip is cracked."

"Then you can kiss me." Huang Shaotian raised his head slightly, his eyes were pleading, blinking, he gently shook Yu Wenzhou's hand, rubbing his fingers on the back of Yu Wenzhou's hand over and over again, "Wenzhou, I -"

"it is good."

Yu Wenzhou was on the left, and Huang Shaotian was on the right. Yu Wenzhou originally turned his body to let go of the wound on his right shoulder, but this time he turned his whole body and lowered his head to kiss Huang Shaotian's lips.

It was a kiss without lust.

Just plain, I want to kiss you.

The wound on the right shoulder had just stopped bleeding, this time the whole body turned sideways to press on it, and it started to flow happily again, the blood was sticky and warm, slowly soaking Yu Wenzhou's white clothes.

It hurts, but it's not bad if you can empathize with it.

The kiss didn't stop there.

The breeze and bright moon are just like a floating dream.

From the acquaintance on that windy and snowy night two years ago to the kiss under the bright lamp on the long street, they once loved each other so passionately and lingeringly like every couple of lovers.The reunion after leaving without saying goodbye, and another snowy night two years later, when I asked at the window, there was no sound from the stranger.The fragrance of medicine is mixed with blood, their love is just like this, ups and downs, fluttering.

At this time, Gusu City must be empty streets and alleys. On the small roads with bluestone slabs, there should be the sound of patrolling clappers, mixed with the sound of footsteps.The moonlight is warm and cool, the plum trees grow luxuriantly, and in the indifferent Qingyuan, there is a faint fragrance of medicine.

Two words were engraved on the plum tree.

"Yu".

"yellow".

If Huang Shaotian were to recall his whole life, he would definitely talk about it for three days and three nights, how he learned swordsmanship from behind Wei Chen's buttocks when he was a child, how his teeth were leaking and how he memorized sword manuals, holding a small fist with a bitter face Smashing the table, how to fight with the upper and lower members of Lanxi Pavilion every day, I am so happy that I can't help grinning when I think about it.After growing up, how did he stumble through the rivers and lakes, and how did he use every move to achieve Ye Yu's reputation, and even the name of a sword master.

As for Yu Wenzhou, he couldn't remember anything more. In his memory, he only had acquaintance with Yu Wenzhou this year.

But this year is enough for him to talk about it for a longer time, longer than the years before him.

How did he meet Yu Wenzhou, how did Yu Wenzhou take good care of him, how did he feel jealous like a fool who had never seen the world, and secretly wanted to know everything about Yu Wenzhou.How did they come all the way, from Gusu to Lin'an, to Nanyang, to Songshan.

From nothing to something, this process made Huang Shaotian feel like he was living again.

But it was too late.

You see bones when your eyes are dry, and the world is ruthless.

Huang Shaotian rubbed the back of Yu Wenzhou's hand over and over again as if in a daze, he wanted to feel him, let Yu Wenzhou know that he was still alive and that he was fine, this was the only small movement he still had the strength to do.

"Shaotian, don't sleep." Yu Wenzhou's right hand was held by Huang Shaotian, and the palm of his left hand touched Huang Shaotian's eyebrows.From the dark black eyebrows, to the peach blossom eyes that roll when he smiles, to the mouth that can't stop talking, Yu Wenzhou's fingers wandered all the way, slowly engraving it in his heart.

"Yeah." Huang Shaotian nodded with effort, but his eyes were a little loose, he couldn't see clearly, Yu Wenzhou gradually became blurred in his eyes, he didn't know if he was too sleepy, or the blood flowed and blurred his eyes.He didn't dare to say it, so he pretended that he could still see clearly, and a word came out of his throat, "Don't sleep."

"Do you still remember that day on Tianmu Mountain?" Yu Wenzhou said softly, "You asked me if I could sing, but I didn't sing with you, so I will make up for you today. Let's slowly think about what is missing, and make up for it one by one. .”

Gusu is an elegant place, there are more people who can sing than those who can't. Fang Shijing can, and Yu Wenzhou can sing a few lines since childhood.But Fang Shijing never allowed Yu Wenzhou to sing, presumably because those who sing this are always as thin as paper, and Fang Shijing is afraid that Yu Wenzhou will do the same.

The Kunqu opera was melodious and melodious, but Yu Wenzhou didn't know how to figure it out. He sang it in the right tune, but he was more bookish.

"Look at the imperial city wall collapsed, the wormwood is everywhere, the Qinhuai River, the long bridge has no boards, the old courtyard is full of rubble, the village is desolate, and only a few beggars starved to death. Where is your country and where is your home? , where is the king, where is the father, but this little root of love, should we cut him off?"

This passage is impassioned and impassioned, and it takes a lot of courage to sing it. However, although Yu Wenzhou has no strength, he can still sing it with desolation and broad-mindedness.

The heavens and the earth keep the liver and gallbladder, and the mountains and rivers read the temples.

The sound is a little hoarse, but it doesn't affect anything. The empty mountains and the four fields, the jackdaws are frightened, and the night wind is cold, all of which are used as a foil for this musical instrument. Come, there are water moon mirror flowers, there is a dream of floating life, there are strands of wisps, high mountains and flowing water, ringing and stopping clouds.The taste here is sweet, sour, bitter, hot and cold.

"I once saw the hawks singing in the Jade Palace in Jinling, and the flowers blooming early in the waterside pavilions in the Qinhuai River, who knew it would be easy to melt away."

"The dream of the remnant mountain is the most real, and it is difficult to lose the old environment. I don't believe that this map has been changed."

"Whatever happened yesterday is like dying yesterday, what happened today is like being born today." Yu Wenzhou accepted the last tone, the birds were not flying, and the world was completely silent.

"Sings beautifully." Huang Shaotian simply closed his eyes, he couldn't see the left and right, so closing his eyes would save some energy.He was not afraid, he knew Yu Wenzhou was by his side.

"Continue to think about it, what is left to do in time in the future." Yu Wenzhou hoarse voice, his voice was low, "I promised you that day, saying that I will return to Nanyang on Qixi Festival."

"Don't worry about this matter. Today is June [-]th, and there are still a few days before the seventh day of July." Yu Wenzhou coughed lightly, "If I eat grapes, I can't pick them for you right now, but if I talk about love, I have a belly full of grapes." It can be said."

Yu Wenzhou looked at Huang Shaotian, his eyes were closed, his eyes were bruised, the movements of his hands slowed down, his strength was pitifully weak, he rubbed the back of his hand, but he could hardly feel it.

"Didn't you say you want to study with the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl?" Yu Wenzhou looked into the distance, his voice raised slightly, "It's so rare to learn from them, you might as well learn from me, I can't say I have read poetry and books, but I have broken thousands of volumes , the ancients talked about love, which is a different kind of elegance, let me think about it, how the ancients said it."

Tears rolled down the corners of my eyes, tick tock.

Yu Wenzhou didn't cry at all, he supported himself up, hugged Huang Shaotian tightly with great effort, and muttered some poems that the ancients expressed their heartfelt.

The ancients have thousands of good sentences, but none of them can make sense.

In the 26 years of his life, Yu Wenzhou has never been like today, eager to be omnipotent.However, in the world, there are many people who are powerless, and there are many people who are helpless.

The night was getting darker and the cold fog was heavy.

"I also said that I'm going to put it on. I've heard people say that it's cold in winter over there, so you need to wear an animal skin jacket. Doesn't it look like a bun when you put it on? You used to wear it like this when you were on the Fort?"

"I have never seen a grassland, but I have read poems, the sky is blue and the wild is vast, isn't it?"

"But I forgot one thing. I haven't told you about the past, how we met, how to get along with you. I didn't have time to talk about it before. I will start from the beginning today—"

The moonlight is so far away, it once illuminated the frightening shadows, once illuminated the spirit of heaven and earth, once illuminated rivers and mountains for thousands of miles, carrying wine side by side.

The title poem: "Everything in the world follows the flowing water, and it is a dream to live forever" from Li Yu's "Wu Ye Cry"

※"When the eyes are dry, the bones will be seen, and the world will be ruthless." From Du Fu's "Xin'an Officials"

※ "Heaven and earth keep the liver and gall, and the mountains and rivers look at the temples." From Gu Yanwu's "Rewarding the King and the Clerk for Nine Days"

※The opera aria is selected from Kong Shangren's "Peach Blossom Fan"

※"Everything from yesterday is like death yesterday, and everything from today is like being born today." From Yuan Liaofan's "Four Rules of Liaofan"