I live in Beihai Jun Nanhai [Rebirth]

Withdrawing his eyes from the screen, Ji Qinglin turned his head to look left and right, and was suddenly a little surprised by the layout of the room.

When he was looking up from the corridor stairs, he thought that this horizontal room must have a hall in the middle and bedrooms or study rooms on both sides, but now he finds that it runs from left to right in one go, and there is a direction at the left and right ends. At the next corner, it seems that what they are standing now is only the bottom line of the word "Hui".

However, this is not the strangest thing. The strangest thing is that apart from the screen in the middle, there are only four kinds of decorations in the whole room: bead curtains, calligraphy and paintings, long cases and precious letters.

The walls from left to right are all hung with calligraphy and paintings of equal length except the one in the middle. Every three pieces form a group. , There is a long case between the bead curtain and the bead curtain, and a treasure letter is placed on the case.

This house... Are you sure it's for people to live in?

Ji Qinglin was puzzled.

"This way." Xie Wuyi raised his left hand.

Although Ji Qinglin was puzzled, he followed Xie Wuyi's instructions and followed him to the left.

Passing through the nearest row of bead curtains, Ji Qinglin immediately saw the two characters on the left and right in the first group of calligraphy and painting, and muttered in his mouth: "The sky is about to rain, Mingshi asks about the date of return..."

After reading it, he turned his eyes to the painting in the middle, and after seeing it, he blurted out: "Wangming Pagoda?"

The most conspicuous building in this painting is the tall stone tower, and there seems to be a person standing on the top floor under the canopy-like top of the tower.

Ji Qinglin took a few steps closer, only then did he realize that it was the back of a person. Although he couldn't see the appearance, he was not unfamiliar with the very special style of the robe.

Ji Qinglin said: "Is this you or...?"

Xie Wuyi said, "It's Master."

Ji Qinglin nodded, then withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the long table.

There was nothing on the long case except a treasure letter in the middle, but when Ji Qinglin walked to the edge of the case, he first reached out and touched the edge of the case, then looked at his fingertips, and raised his hand towards Xie Wuyi. He shook his hands and said with a smile: "Isn't it too miserable for you, the owner of the valley? When you are not in the valley, no one comes to clean the house for you?"

There was already a thin layer of dust on the long case, and Ji Qinglin just wiped it with a few fingers of light dust, obviously it hadn't been cleaned in recent days.

Xie Wuyi wasn't surprised by this, and didn't feel anything wrong at all, he just said indifferently: "I always clean this place myself."

Before Ji Qinglin boasted "diligence", he heard him add: "I don't worry about others."

worried?

Ji Qinglin couldn't help but look down at the treasured letter, wondering if these treasured letters contained valuable things that could easily be coveted?

Thinking of this, he hastily and honestly withdrew his hand and put it behind his back, dispelling the idea of ​​opening the treasure letter.

Seeing his actions, Xie Wuyi instantly understood that he had misunderstood what he meant, so he couldn't help but chuckled and said, "It's okay, you can watch it if you want."

Ji Qinglin hesitated slightly: "But didn't you say..."

"You are not someone else." Xie Wuyi said.

Ji Qinglin was slightly taken aback, and couldn't help feeling a little secretly happy because of these words, and then without any further hesitation, he stretched out his hand and gently lifted the cover of the treasure letter.

When he saw the contents of the letter clearly, Ji Qinglin was at a loss for a moment, because it was a very ordinary-looking inkstone, which was nothing special except that it was a little old, and there were even some shallow cracks on it.

Is it because I don't know the goods?

While thinking about it, Ji Qinglin carefully put the lid on the treasure letter back on, and followed Xie Wuyi to continue walking to the left.

Through the bead curtain, the second group of calligraphy and painting is a night view of the sea in the middle, and a bow of a ship is drawn below. A person is sitting cross-legged on the deck, as if looking at the distant sea.

The same back view, the same robe.

Is it the water mirror god again?

Ji Qinglin frowned slightly, then looked at the two characters on the left and right, and saw the same two lines of poetry:

The porthole frequently leaks the moon, and the sea is silent at night.

After silently reading it twice, Ji Qinglin didn't read any more, and turned around and walked to the long case to open the precious letter.

This time, the things in the treasure letter really made Ji Qinglin a little speechless. If he could take the inkstone just now as his ignorance, he is very familiar with the thing in front of him.

Twirling the solitary snow-white feather in the treasure letter, Ji Qinglin turned to Xie Wuyi, wondering whether to laugh or cry, "Don't worry?"

This is clearly a feather that Bai Mao didn't know when it fell, not to mention coveting, even if it was given away for nothing, no one might want it, right?

Xie Wuyi calmly took the feather, put it back into the treasure box and closed the cover, and then explained: "This is left by the master."

Ji Qinglin was taken aback, then seemed to realize something, turned his head to look at the calligraphy and paintings around him, and tentatively said: "The paintings here...couldn't they all be the water mirror gods?"

Xie Wuyi nodded.

Ji Qinglin asked: "Did you draw it?"

Xie Wuyi nodded again.

Ji Qinglin asked, "What about poetry?"

Xie Wuyi said, "It's me too."

Ji Qinglin instantly understood what kind of residence this is. This is clearly another form of the Palace of Longevity. Except for the lack of statues and incense, everything here is related to the Water Mirror God.

And the reason why Xie Wuyi doesn't even let others do the cleaning is probably not because these things are so valuable that people covet them, but because they have meanings beyond themselves for Xie Wuyi, and he can't allow them to appear. Any errors or omissions.

After thinking about this, Ji Qinglin felt a little blocked, but he didn't show it, he just smiled unnaturally, and followed Xie Wuyi to look at the remaining calligraphy, paintings and treasure letters.

There are dozens of sets of calligraphy and paintings in the entire "Hui"-shaped room, all of which are without exception the back view of the water mirror deity in a certain scene, and the objects in the treasure letter are even more strange, including water. There are half folded bamboos, petals that are almost shattered into powder, and even a blood-stained handkerchief and a finger-long bamboo stick.

If there is any item that is the most normal, it is only a finely crafted white jade tablet.

When the house was halfway around, Ji Qinglin found that there was a door leading to the middle courtyard in the middle of the second horizontal line above the "back"-shaped house. The courtyard seemed to be Baimao's territory, and there were flowers, fish ponds and rockeries for it to settle in. There is even a small swing on the fish pond for it to swing.

When the two passed by the door, Bai Mao was standing leisurely on the swing. When he saw the two, he flapped his wings and let out a short cry, as if he was saying hello.

After walking around the word "Hui" and returning to the right side of the main entrance, Ji Qinglin saw two lines of poems that he was very familiar with next to the last painting:

The green mountains melt the snow, and the birds come against the wind.

This is exactly the one that Ji Qinglin used to make up from the books in his previous life when he was pawning poems in Yuxinglu, and it is also the origin of his name.

Seeing these two sentences at this moment, thinking of the unsigned books he saw in his previous life, Ji Qinglin couldn't help but wryly smiled and said, "You didn't leave your name when these poems were passed around?"

Xie Wuyi was noncommittal and just smiled.

Ji Qinglin didn't ask any further questions, and turned his head to look at the painting between the two lines of the poem, but unexpectedly, this painting... No, this painting paper is blank without even a trace of ink.

Ji Qinglin was a little puzzled, turned around and opened the treasure letter on the long case, but saw that the treasure letter was also empty.

"This……"

Ji Qinglin murmured, and then realized that these blanks might imply the demise of Shui Jing Shenzun, and couldn't help feeling disappointed, he gently closed the treasure letter, turned to look at Xie Wuyi and asked, "You said before... …The God Venerable told a lie when he handed the carp to you, what did he say?"

Xie Wuyi didn't answer for a long time, but Ji Qinglin keenly noticed that his expression had become a little dazed at this moment, and couldn't help but wonder if his question was inappropriate.

Just as he was about to change his words, Xie Wuyi blinked lightly, as if he had just recovered his thoughts from a long memory, and said softly: "He said, he will wait for me."

"Waiting for you?" Ji Qinglin was a little surprised, and after thinking about Jie Wuyi's definition of this as "lying", he immediately understood, "He broke his promise?"

Xie Wuyi let out a soft "hmm", as if he had fallen into that memory again, and said slowly: "He said, he just lent me the carp, and he will wait for me in Four Seasons Mountain, waiting for me to go Return. But when I went back to Four Seasons Mountain, there was only flying snow and bones in the snow."

Xie Wuyi's voice was deep and low. During the slow narration, his bright eyes became extremely deep, like thousands of waves surging in it.

Ji Qinglin stared into his ecstatic eyes, as if he had been stabbed hard in his heart, he took a deep breath, turned his head to look elsewhere and pretended to be relaxed, "You must have deep feelings for the god, right?"

Xie Wuyi didn't answer, but Ji Qinglin already had the answer in his heart.

For so long, he has already discovered that no matter what happens on weekdays, Xie Wuyi can deal with it calmly and calmly. He seems to be born with a kind of calmness that does not change face when a mountain collapses in front of him.

However, as long as the god is mentioned, Xie Wuyi's eyes will become extremely complicated, and the fluctuations in his mood can hardly be hidden.

At this time, Ji Qinglin finds it hard to imagine that they are talking about an old friend from 300 years ago, as if for Xie Wuyi, the past between them happened yesterday.

There are tens of millions of Longevity Halls all over Daluan. People's belief in the Shuijing God originated from the release of wine into the palace, which must have been inspired by Xie Wuyi.

He paints, writes poems, and writes dramas. He carefully preserves objects related to gods that are almost ridiculous in the eyes of others, and even his clothes seem to carry his shadow.

What kind of deep emotion does this have to be, so that it can still stand still after the torrent of time has been scoured for thousands of years?How many sleepless nights did he have to chew and savor repeatedly to let this emotion still settle in his heart today?

Ji Qinglin took a deep breath, and then let it out long, as if he wanted to use this to relieve the stagnation in his chest.

He knew that he had no position to comment on this past, but he couldn't stop the feeling of loss in his heart.

Seeing Ji Qinglin's silence and gloomy expression, although Xie Wuyi didn't know what he was thinking, but he also realized that he seemed to be acting too dignified just now, so he changed the subject and suggested as a remedy: "Can I go look elsewhere?"

Only then did Ji Qinglin come back to his senses, and hurriedly pulled the corner of his mouth to force out a smile and said, "Okay."

The two of them went out of the house and went down the corridor. When they walked along the corridor to the outside of the cherry forest, Ji Qinglin couldn't help but looked up at the Bird Pavilion through the leaky window, and suddenly asked with some doubts: "You don't usually live here?"

Xie Wuyi said, "Stay."

Ji Qinglin was startled, and said, "But there seems to be no bed here?"

He clearly remembered that in the entire room he had just walked through, apart from those calligraphy and painting treasures and screens, there was only a desk with the Four Treasures of the Study and some volumes inside the door facing the central courtyard, let alone a bed. , not even a floor shop.

Such a simple question seemed to have really caught Jie Wuyi's attention. He, who was always calm, paused when he heard this, and then said: "I won't sleep here."

Ji Qinglin was a little confused, he couldn't understand the situation of "living here but not sleeping here" for a while, but after thinking about it, there are so many houses in the valley, maybe his bedroom is elsewhere.

While talking, they had already returned to the platform connected to the suspension bridge halfway up the mountain. After walking along the suspension bridge to the gazebo on the top of the giant tree, Xie Wuyi took Ji Qinglin to the west mountain where green bamboos were scattered.