Sheriff, give me a smile~

"Enter the exam question on the fifth floor of the Zhaixing Building." The bearded old man smiled slightly at the young Westerner: "Go to the riverside on the outskirts of Chang'an to find the old boatman there, and he will give you the answer."

The sunset is the most beautiful gift of time.

Marco Polo thought so.Maybe it's because my uncle in Italy always liked to ride horses with him in the morning and tell him stories in the evening. He loved the scene when the morning sun rose and everything was shining when the sun set.

At that time, my family had a prairie, and I always liked to lie on it and watch the passing little ladybugs crawl over my fingertips.The bearded uncle was wearing a jacket with a single gun on his waist, and he was slowly walking towards him on an old horse.In the evening, the evening light faded behind him, and his uncle looked very much like the military officer in the oil painting of the last century.

That was an unforgettable memory.

"If you must go to the old boatman at a certain time, why not go in the evening?"

There are large tracts of reeds on both sides of the river bank. Even though it has not yet reached the flowering season, the young fragrance is still wafting.

Marco Polo found the half-awake and half-asleep boatman on the boat with the black-blue canopy on the shore.

The old man over half a century old heard the intention of Marco Polo's visit, rubbed his sleepy eyes and said: "It's very simple, just let me be satisfied."

Seeing the puzzled look on the young man's face, the old boatman smiled.The cool evening breeze slipped through his half-missed front teeth, and the wrinkles at the corners of the old boatman's eyes piled up: "In my life, I have swam all over the world, walked through famous mountains and rivers, drank a lot of fine wine, and admired many beauties. Frivolous and vain, wanting to share the brilliance of the heaven and the earth, and also wishing for a quiet night to lie drunk on a high-rise building and watch the moonlight. Not loving money, not loving official positions, and even... can’t be regarded as loving family.”

The old boatman sighed suddenly when he said this: "I have been wandering all my life, and I have accomplished nothing all my life. When I return to my hometown, my parents are dead long ago, and I have no wife, no children, and no daughters. Someone wanted to match me, but I thought about it and refused." .”

"why?"

The old boatman shook his head: "Loneliness is a kind of addiction, it will be addictive."

Marco Polo opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say anything.

The old boatman suddenly became happy: "Speaking of which, I am still from a noble family. Although I am not in Chang'an, it is not bad."

Marco Polo also smiled: "Are you happy every day?"

"Happy...not happy, eh, it's almost the same. Ferry a few people every day, drink a few drinks, and catch two fish in a small boat. The taste is not bad." The old boatman shook his head and grinned at the end.

Marco Polo smiled helplessly: sometimes sad and sometimes happy, sometimes deep and sometimes like a child, this person is really...

The old boatman took out the wine behind him, took a sip and looked at Marco Polo with a smile: "Satisfying one's heart, haha, do you think that the question of Zhaixinglou is strange and difficult?"

Marco Polo pretended to be heartbroken: "Yeah, it's just too difficult. God, why am I so unlucky"

As if amused by Marco Polo's movements and expressions, the old boatman couldn't help clapping his hands and laughing loudly: "It's interesting, come on, come on, Western boy, come and sit with me on the boat."

Marco Polo thanked him and boarded the boat.In the canopy of the boat, Marco Polo sat opposite to the old boatman.

"Shochu, do you want to drink?" The old boatman threw a gourd.

Marco Polo caught it steadily, and said with a smile, "Okay."

Opening the lid of the pot, a strong aroma of wine came out.Marco Polo looked inside curiously, and then took a big gulp.

A burning feeling went down his throat to his stomach, and Marco Polo coughed chokingly: "Ahem, my God...this, what kind of wine, cough..."

"Tsk tsk," the old boatman shook his head: "Weiyang boy, have you never had a bar?"

Marco Polo finally came to his senses, and his face was dyed light red by the alcohol: "The wine we drink over there is different from here."

"What kind of wine do you have there?"

"We often drink red wine."

"wine"

"It's wine made from fruit, red."

"It's so strange." The old boatman rubbed his chin.

"It's not unusual. If you want, I can try to brew a few pots for you."

"Okay," the old boatman slapped his thigh: "In this way, you give me the wine, and your problem is completed."

As if he didn't expect it to be so easy, Marco Polo couldn't help being taken aback, then smiled and said, "Okay."

"Do you think it's too easy to pass this level, haha, but most of the people who came to me before couldn't even say a few words to me."

"why"

"Why?" The old boatman sneered: "Because most people are vulgar and boring, and they always think of using money, treasures, and rare treasures to buy me off. I'm a lot older, and I've experienced so many things, so I care about you." Not to mention the broken money..."

"What's more"

The old boatman blinked: "They are not as good-looking as you."

Marco Polo also blinked: "I think so too."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

"Boater, do you want to cross the river?" A clear male voice came.

The disturbed old boatman waved his hands impatiently: "No crossing, no crossing."

"Then stay overnight?"

"Hey, don't you borrow it, don't you borrow it... Hey wait, why do you spend the night with my boatman?" The old boatman said as he opened the boat curtain and walked out.

On the bank is a man in white with a sword in his hand, and a wine gourd is hanging from his waist.He tilted his head slightly, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell between his brows.

The night wind blows, and the sleeves of the clothes move slightly.

Xiao Xiao Su Su, Yushan will fall.

This person is like an immortal.

The old boatman couldn't help being stunned for a moment, he had lived most of his life, and he had seen many good-looking people, but this was the first time he had seen such a person who made people unable to move their eyes away.

"You...why do you want to spend the night with me, a boatman? There are many inns in Chang'an city?" The old boatman spoke again, his tone much calmer than last time.

Li Bai smiled lightly: "I feel at ease here."

The old boatman thought for a while and said: "If you want to stay with me for a night, it's okay, but the rules can't be broken."

"What's the rule"

"One thing for one thing, what do you use to exchange for this night's residence."

Li Bai raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment and said, "Things... what do you lack?"

The old boatman said: "I don't need anything. I have a boat, a fishhook, life, wine, and a Western boy who promised to make wine for me. Hey, Western boy, come out."

Marco Polo heard the sound, still holding the jug of spirits: "Hey, what's the matter?"

The old boatman pointed at Li Bai: "Tell him what I lack."

Marco Polo followed the old boatman's point of view, and when he saw Li Bai, his eyes flashed with admiration.He bowed slightly to Li Bai in a friendly manner, and then said with a smile: "Hello, my friend from the East. As far as I know, this old man has experienced a lot in his life and is arrogant and indifferent. To him, he seems to lack everything."

"Aren't you missing anything?" Li Bai smiled and sighed: "Thank you, Your Excellency, but I feel that although this old man has experienced a lot, he still lacks something."

The old boatman raised his eyebrows: "What am I missing?"

"Inscribe and witness." Li Bai smiled: "Old man, give me a story, and I will write a lifetime for you."

The old boatman concentrated for a while, as if he was thinking about something, and suddenly sighed: "The story is very long and needs to be told slowly. Let's all get on board, I have good wine."

The story of the old boatman is indeed very long, from youth to old age.From sunset to early moonlight.

He talked for a long time, sometimes laughing, sometimes sighing, and sometimes tears.

A story, life is so long, but also so short.

He is a boatman and a wanderer in the rivers and lakes.

Li Bai listened quietly, and slowly closed his eyes.

Really like, really like yourself.

He saw his shadow in the story of the boatman.

As soon as he entered Chang'an when he was young and frivolous, he carved the poem "I want to go up to the blue sky and block the bright moon" on the stone wall next to the Zhuque Gate.

When his hometown was broken, he entered Chang'an for the second time. He went straight to the palace alone with a sword, but was finally defeated by the supreme power, his feelings and pride.

By coincidence, he entered Chang'an three times, and he was stuck in unsolved mysteries.

Di Huaiying...

Li Bai let out a long sigh.

When he opened his eyes, the old boatman had just finished telling his story.He reached out his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and asked Li Bai: "My story is over, what about your testimony and engraving?"

Li Bai took the spirits on the side, raised his head and poured down a whole pot, letting the burning pain run through his throat.

Half drunk, Li Bai smiled, wiped the wine from his mouth, then stretched out his hand, and said with a bit of arrogance: "Pen, ink, paper!"

The old boatman quickly dug out the things and put them on the only small table in the canopy.

"The pen is an old pen, the paper is clumsy paper, and the ink is residual ink."

"A stroke of genius, a poem of God's will, nothing good or bad. It doesn't matter."

Li Bai took the pen wobbly, shook his half-drunk head, and swiped down:

In the past, Hakkazi, the capital of the king, had white horses lightly saddled and abandoned heavy buildings.

The long sword still cuts through the stars, taking advantage of the wind and thunder to move across Kyushu.

The bright moon casts shadows on thousands of hills, and beauties dance fiercely to harvest flowers.

Ordinary people are sloppy and romantic, Penglai promises that the gods will be ashamed.

At this point, Li Bai picked up the jug and poured wine into his mouth. The wine spilled all over his body, but he didn't care. He shook the empty jug and wrote:

Suddenly, I heard the bells of ancient temples ringing late, and the old trees and jackdaws thinned in the setting sun.

In the middle of the destiny year, I was shocked, and I was lonely and sick, and I was alone in autumn.

Xiao Xiao's white hair doesn't curl with sorrow, and the rolling Canglang bears the sorrow.

May I ask where is the situation in the rivers and lakes? The snow falls on the cold mountains and a boat with leaves.

After finishing the poem, Li Bai flicked his pen, closed his eyes and fell back as if exhausted, and said hoarsely: "I named this poem "Xia Ke Zhou", and I will give it to the old man today."

The old boatman tremblingly stretched out his hand to pick up the paper, read it from beginning to end, and suddenly burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably: "May I ask where the rivers and lakes are, where the snow falls on the cold mountains and a boat. It's... a boat."

One of them was sobbing, the other closed his eyes and said nothing, Marco Polo sighed in his heart but didn't know what to say.

After a while, the old boatman calmed down, and asked Li Bai: "Can you tell me, what is your name?"

"Li Bai."

The old man was shocked: "You, you are Li Bai, Qinglian sword fairy Li Bai"

Marco Polo couldn't help being surprised. When he entered the Tang Dynasty, he had heard the name Qinglian Sword Fairy Li Bai, but he didn't expect that this person was actually him.

Li Bai opened his eyes quietly: "I do use a sword, and I want to become a fairy, but it seems that I can't become a fairy."

Li Bai got up and walked out of the canopy.

The moonlight is like practice, the water waves are like light, and the breeze is like a bath.

He stood at the bow of the ship, closed his eyes and opened his arms, feeling the wind passing through his fingers.

I want to return by wind, and I fear Qionglou Yuyu, the heights are too cold.

Li Bai slowly withdrew his hands, opened his eyes and looked at the moon and said in a daze: "This year I will write about other people's affairs, and whoever will write about it in other years will make me feel sad."

Many years later, I will be like this old boatman wandering in another country, staying on the same boat and dying?At that time, will there be another Li Bai to write about my life?

Knowing that loneliness is my life, without them, Li Bai would not be Li Bai.But sometimes, I still want to run away from them desperately.

too tired.

Loneliness is poison, addictive, and life-threatening.

Li Bai drew his sword and jumped off the boat.

The wind whistled, the sword light was piercing, and there was a Qinglian sword song, and the figure of the sword fairy was like a mist.

He wields the sword, the color of mountains and rivers, the light of the sun and the moon, and the elegant soul.

He drank, wild and unrestrained, wandering in fairy steps, tolerant and romantic.

He recites poems, every word is natural, every sentence is divine, and every word is original.

The mood of the poet.

Marco Polo quietly looked at Li Bai's sword-wielding figure, and couldn't help being startled.

Such a demeanor, is this... the poet of the East?

After the last gesture, Li Bai put his sword back into its sheath.

The drunkenness is getting heavier and heavier, and the steps are getting more and more staggering.

I'm so tired, I don't want to move anymore.

Li Bai smiled wryly.

Forget it, let it go once, no matter where he wakes up.

Relax your body, stretch your arms, and fall backwards.

Unexpectedly, the pain of touching the ground did not hit, and he caught himself with both hands, and then he was wrapped in the familiar sandalwood on that person's body.

Li Bai tried hard to open his eyes, but he was no match for the fierce drunkenness: "Huai... Ying"

After speaking, he laughed at himself.

That person should be dealing with government affairs at the Jingzhaoyin Mansion, how could he come here to take care of himself.

Well, it's time to sleep.

At the last moment when his consciousness dissipated, Li Bai vaguely heard someone's voice: "I am here."

The author has something to say:

In this chapter, Li Bai's poems and prose are clumsy pens, lack of foundation and lack of literary talent, hope to forgive me