Gu Meizhi

When I opened my eyes, the sky was dim.

The world that I looked out was so vast.The air is filled with the scent of grass and trees, as if it has been sunny since ancient times, and as far as the eye can see, there are endless flowers of unknown species.

He had rarely experienced happy moments since he was a child, but at this moment, he felt a sense of joy from the depths of his heart. He only felt that everything was growing and the world was joyful.

He staggered forward, stepping on the thick emerald green grass, and picked up an unknown white-purple flower nearby.

The flower stem is soft, with only three or two thin petals holding the stamen. It is not a rare exotic flower, but the joy in the bottom of my heart is even deeper.He held the flower high, turned around and showed it to people in the distance.

The person in the distance looks like a woman—she stands far away among the flowers, tall and slender, but her face is not clearly visible for a while against the sunlight.

He originally wanted to laugh, but at this moment, a deep sense of hesitation and sadness suddenly rushed into his heart, as if there was some reason for this, driving him to stagger forward a few steps, thinking to see the face of the woman.

But the woman shook her head towards him, and stretched her fingers into the distance.

He turned his head in the direction she pointed involuntarily.

At the end of the sky came slowly an animal that looked like a deer and a horse. It was dressed in the brilliance of the morning glow, its aura was bright, its snow-white fur was like silver and jade, and its bearing was quite noble.

This animal seems to be very human, when it gets close, it will kneel down on its front hooves, and salute him and the woman behind him.

He was amused and giggled.He had clearly never seen this animal before, but at this moment he pointed to the shining horns on its head, and murmured indistinctly:

"... 貜, 貜..."

"Shu Ru." A woman's voice rang in his ears, and the woman had come behind him at some point.Her voice is gentle and soft, with a hint of a smile, full of the warm breath that belongs only to a mother.

His mother hugged him and walked two steps forward. He was too small, even when Bi Ru was kneeling on the ground, he was a bit taller than him, so he had to rely on his mother to half-support and half-hug him to help him on Bi Ru's back Sit tight.

Biru Xingling, after he sat down, he got up docilely, flicked the ponytail, kicked his front hooves, and ran forward steadily in small steps.

He was both novelty and joyful, stretched out his little hand and gently hugged Bi Ru's neck, giggling for a while, turning around, wanting to wave to his mother.

However, in such a blink of an eye, his mother has been left far behind by him.

The flowers and green grass at the end of the sky seemed like an unreal mirage, which had gone far away in an instant, but the gentle woman who couldn't see her face clearly was still standing there, waving her hands to him from afar.

He was a little at a loss, hugging Biru's neck, and turned his head in a daze.The scenery passing by around him changed again and again, but he felt dazzled when he saw it.

Looking far away, they seemed to be leaving briskly all the way from the rolling green hills. There were gurgling streams nearby. Along the road in front of them, they could see scattered houses and buildings in the distance, surrounded by mountains, like a small There are many people passing through the small city, and they can vaguely hear them walking and singing, describing it as wanton.

He was looking around aimlessly, when suddenly his eyes lit up, he clapped his palms happily, and pointed to Bi Ru a building standing tall in the distance.

It was a snow-white quaint palace, standing right in the center of the city, with walls made of pure white jade, and corridors with nine curves, magnificent and magnificent.

Bi Ru softly chirps to show understanding.As there were more and more pedestrians in the city, its pace slowed down a lot.Passers-by may have displeased expressions, but when they see the child sitting on Biru's back, they immediately turn angry into joy, nod their heads in greeting, and take the initiative to retreat to one side.

When he got to the side of the palace, Bi Ru bent over and knelt, he jumped down from Bi Ru's back lightly and nimbly, tilted his head and thought for a while, and pinned the little white and purple flower that he had been holding in his palm all the time. side of the antlers.

Bi Ru didn't understand what he meant, and couldn't help but stand still for a while, but he had already giggled and ran away, and got under the carved eaves in front of him.

This is the place where he grew up. Where there are stairs, where there are secret doors, and where bridges need to be pushed skillfully to build bridges, these intricate paths seem to be imprinted in his mind. He doesn't have to think about it, but he can go all the way naturally. forward.

He trotted briskly up the tallest long staircase, and he approached the top of this ancient palace in a short while.The two black lacquered wooden doors were half-closed, even he couldn't help but lighten his footsteps at this moment.

The door was not closed tightly, and a narrow gap was blown open by the wind.The crack in the door is too narrow for an adult to pass through, but it happens that a child can crawl in by bending down.

The floor was covered with uneven and neat blue bricks, and his immature elbows and knees felt a slight tingling when they pressed against the brick surface, but he quietly got into the room with hands and feet.

There was a tall bookshelf on one side of the room, layer by layer filled with yellowed and dusty old classics and files, and the heavy curtain hanging down seemed to be mixed with dust, but it happened to be able to cover him inside.

Probably no child could resist such a temptation. He got in with ease, followed the gap between the old wooden cabinets, and carefully climbed to the back of the deepest cabinet——

"Boom!"

At this moment, suddenly there was a shock sound nearby, which was the movement of fists hitting the desk.He was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, barely uttering a cry.

At this moment, a man's deep voice came from above his head, and he heard the sound of footsteps, as if he was pacing back and forth through the curtain of the bookshelf.

"—Nanhai sends envoys again, and they will all be rejected. I stand upright and stand upright. If they have the courage, they can send troops to avenge Emperor Shu. If they don't dare, don't use some sneaky tricks behind their backs." .

"Although Baimin and Zhongrong are connected by waterways, hmph, if I don't know me, I will be determined by them!"

"This matter has not been brought to the surface. Emperor Shu is dead, and they are wronged first, so they probably dare not do this. But if the South China Sea and the North Sea join forces...Father, we are afraid that we will not be able to deal with it."

This is another man's voice, it sounds younger, but it is full of tiredness and listlessness.He listened intently for a while, and then quickly turned his eyes away without interest. The two of them were always talking about food, grass and armaments, the direction of mountains and rivers, and rivers from east to west, which was extremely dry and boring.

Although he was curled up in the cabinet and did not dare to move, his eyes were attracted by a corner of silk hanging not far away, and he looked at it curiously.

It was like a painting. — a painting he had never seen before.The silk was never stacked neatly, and more than half of it fell obliquely, with tattered fringes on the corners, obviously being turned and caressed by the owner from time to time.

From his angle, he can roughly see the side face of a man in the painting, the ink is used freely, the colors are strong, and the expression full of rebellion seems to jump out through the painting.

The lower half of the silk painting was suppressed by stacked bamboo slips, making it difficult to see clearly for a while.He cautiously glanced at the curtain behind him, and stretched out his hand towards Huabo.

The old man with a deep voice sighed, stopped pacing, and stopped at the side of the desk nearby, and said: "It's okay not to mention these. You came back after seeing the ten witches in the wilderness, but you refused to mention the witches in front of others several times. The result. What happened?"

The surroundings fell silent for a moment, and after a while, the young man's voice trembled slightly. Behind the voice, there seemed to be a bone-chilling fear.

"The bottom shakes the top, and the thunder from the sky is innocent.... Big, big, ominous, a sign of genocide."

There was a sudden ear-piercing sound as the bamboo chair rubbed against the ground. It was the huge movement of someone falling down and sitting down.

At this moment, he reached out and grabbed a corner of the painting, and pulled it violently, the bamboo slips piled up in thick piles fell from the cabinet, and the old painting also unfolded in the wind and fell on the ground. on the ground.

As far as he could see, the painting was indeed a white-haired man in high spirits. At the end of the painting, there were two lines of cumbersome words written in a fluttering pattern. He had never seen this word before, but at first glance, it could be clearly seen in his eyes. Read it silently——

"Meng Chunliang's day, Jiang Duishui, the emperor of the kingdom of Baimin, wrote freely."

All of a sudden, the young man's scolding, the old man's powerless muttering to himself, and the rustling of dust falling slowly when the wind blows the curtain seemed to be mixed in one's ears.

All these complex and unreasonable voices gathered in his ears, as if he heard everything, but also as if he didn't hear anything.

The surrounding scenery changed rapidly, and the painting in front of him was suddenly torn apart by invisible hands, and the white and broken pieces flew around.He panicked, and hurriedly reached out his hand to grab a piece, but it was empty.

The dark cabinet under the curtain is invisible, the simple and magnificent city palace is invisible, the mountains and mountains with flowers and green grass are invisible, and there is only a lonely Mei Qingjian left in the world.

In front of his eyes was a golden blazing light, and the sky was spinning, and a narrow ray of sky light faintly appeared amidst the tremors of the golden light.

In the dark, Mei Qingjian seemed to suddenly come to his senses. This was just a dream that remained in his consciousness when the divine power seal was shaken. Following this road, he would most likely be able to return to where he came from.

He glanced back deeply.

The dream was too short, he couldn't see clearly the fleeting parents and elder brother, and the road ahead was too long, he couldn't delay here any longer.

Mei Qing gradually staggered forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow, but at this moment, from the distant void, an old man's voice that he had never heard before suddenly sounded.

As if an elder was asking a question to his grandson, although the old man asked the question in the void, he could hear indescribable gentleness and kindness.

"...Where is Teng Huang, are you still sleeping?"