I live in Beihai Jun Nanhai [Rebirth]

Although Xie Wuyi stood up as he said, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he still hesitated.

As Shui Jing led him to the lakeside, he said casually: "I have stored some spiritual energy in this jade pendant, if you encounter any difficult people in the future, you can use a little trick to bluff it." They, but you have to save some money, and the overall situation will be settled in the future, but you still have to pay it back to me."

Shui Jing once told Xie Wuyi that he had spiritual energy to protect his body, but he didn't mention that this spiritual energy was related to the jade pendant, so there is no loophole in such an argument at this time.

Xie Wuyi followed him across the wooden bridge and stepped onto the lakeside, only listening silently, but did not respond, as if he still had doubts.

Shui Jing didn't intend to respond at all, and continued on his own: "I've worried a lot these past few years, and it's rare to return to leisure. Before your plan is completed, don't come to disturb my leisure."

Xie Wuyi was just silent before, but when he heard this, he stopped in his tracks.

Since this plan is a one-hundred-year plan, what Shui Jing said means that they should not meet each other for a hundred years.

Hearing the sudden stop of footsteps behind him, Shui Jing also felt anxious, but at this point, he couldn't show any flaws, so he forced the corner of his mouth to raise an arc, turned around and asked knowingly, "What's wrong?"

Xie Wuyi was unable to speak for a while, and stared at him in disbelief, his eyes full of pain that could not be concealed.

Shui Jing's heart would be cut short if he wanted to say this, and the pain in Xie Wuyi's eyes was like killing him with a knife.

He looked away with difficulty, took a deep breath silently, looked at Nanshan and said: "Okay, I won't send you off, you go."

Xie Wuyi stood there without moving.

All the words and deeds of Shui Jing today made him feel a little like falling into the clouds, as if he hadn't landed on the ground until now, he was confused and hasty, and felt that it was too unreal.

His eyes fell on the gourd beside Shui Jing's waist, his eyes trembled suddenly, and he raised his eyes and said, "Today is a hundred years, can I ask Master for a glass of farewell wine?"

As soon as he said this, Shui Jing immediately understood his intentions, felt helpless and bitter in his heart, but his face was as immovable as a mountain, and smiled naturally: "Okay."

He untied the wine gourd from his waist, Xie Wuyi stretched out his hand, but Shui Jing didn't hand it to him, but pulled out the stopper and poured it himself first.

Xie Wuyi didn't expect that he, who was not sensitive to toasts and thanks in the past, would be so proactive today. Seeing his Adam's apple rolling up and down, he couldn't tell what it felt like.

After a while, Shui Jing put down the gourd, raised his sleeve and wiped the corners of his lips, then handed the gourd to Xie Wuyi.

Xie Wuyi reached out to take it, and found that the gourd was more than half empty, with less than [-]% left.Without any hesitation, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

This wine was originally brewed by a villager in the mountains. It is strong and spicy, and it burns like a fire when it enters the throat.

Xu Shi drank too fast, and when Xie Wuyi put down the gourd, he couldn't help but frowned slightly, his eyes were already covered with a mist of water vapor.

Looking at the water mirror with hazy eyes, there is a faint expectation in the eyes.

As he expected, Shui Jing closed his eyes as if he was drunk, raised his hand to support his forehead, and when he opened his eyes again, he turned to Yu Suihu and talked about the embryonic form of heaven and earth, raising his hand from time to time. With a few strokes in the air, it seemed that the mountains and rivers he mentioned were all close in front of his eyes.

Xie Wuyi finally confirmed that he was drunk, and called softly, "Master."

Shui Jing turned around, eyes blurred and said: "Huh?"

Xie Wuyi calmed down and asked, "Are there any lies in what Master said today?"

Shui Jing smiled, shook her head and said, "No."

Xie Wuyi breathed a sigh of relief, but he continued to ask tentatively, "Why did Master ask me not to bother me for a hundred years?"

Shui Jing raised her eyebrows, and replied indifferently: "Things in the world are very trivial, and disputes among countries are even more complicated. I don't want anyone to disturb my purity."

Xie Wuyi lowered his eyes and remained silent for a moment, as if a little lost, but Shui Jing seemed to be unaware of his emotions, covered his mouth and yawned, squinted his eyes and said lazily: "I'm sleepy, let's go .”

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Xie Wuyi to answer, he turned around and walked lightly towards the lakeside.

"Master." Xie Wuyi called him hastily.

Shui Jing stopped, but she didn't look back as if she was a little impatient, she just turned her back to him and said, "What else is there?"

"I... have one last question."

Xie Wuyi's voice was extremely soft, and the tail almost drifted in the morning wind.

Shui Jing said concisely: "Ask."

Xie Wuyi hesitated for a long time, and finally said as if he had made up his mind: "Master...has anyone ever been in love with you?"

Xie Wuyi had already asked the same question when he first met Wangming Pagoda, but at that time he didn't give Shui Jing a chance to answer, but answered him bluntly "never".

At that time, Shui Jing did not exist. He agreed with Xie Wuyi that he was a spectator in this world, and he also agreed with Xie Wuyi that he was indifferent to everything in the world with an attitude of overlooking.

And now...

Shui Jing was silent for a long time, until his unmoved heart hung high and then slowly sank, gradually sinking into the cold pool and falling into the abyss.

He said, "Never."

Xie Wuyi lowered his eyes slowly, clutching the jade pendant tightly in his hand little by little, the blue silk and clothes outlined a solitude in the cool morning breeze.

Shui Jing strode forward, his back seemed to show no trace of nostalgia, indifferent yet decisive.

Xie Wuyi stood where he was, watching Shui Jing stepping over the wooden bridge, onto the water pavilion on the couch, and lifted the curtain neatly.

After the door curtain was lowered again, Shui Jing was completely blocked from his sight. He stared blankly at the door for a long time, and finally lowered his head and turned around slowly, walking heavily towards the foot of Nanshan Mountain.

After Shui Jing entered the room, he leaned heavily against the door, raised his head and closed his eyes tightly, frowned and took a few deep breaths.

There was only [-]% of the wine in the gourd, and Shui Jing pretended to be booze, but it was just to accompany him in this "speech the truth after drinking" drama.

He expected that Xie Wuyi would have doubts about the carp, and that he would ask him when he was "drunk", but he didn't expect his last question.

"Master...have you ever been in love with anyone?"

Xie Wuyi asked cautiously, while Shui Jing answered heart-piercingly.

The five viscera and six internal organs seem to be covered with sharp thorns, and the liver and intestines will be broken by the slightest movement.

He raised his hand to touch his heart, and couldn't help but smile sadly.

That's fine, let all these feelings be buried in the mountains of the four seasons, so that Xie Wuyi will not be entangled by them, and he will suffer from guilt in the future.

He put down his hand, walked slowly to the window and looked at Nanshan.

Nanshan corresponds to summer, and the forests on the mountain are lush, so that the back of Xie Wuyi going up the mountain is often covered by the shade of the trees, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

Shui Jing couldn't help sighing, it would be great if the Nanshan Mountains corresponded to Dong, and the white snow would set off his figure, so at least in the last section, he could see his back clearly.

When approaching the top of the mountain, Shui Jing saw Xie Wuyi reluctantly looking back down the mountain, with the white hair standing on his shoulder, and gently rubbing his head against his cheek.

The water mirror was not covered, because he knew that the wooden house was in the dark and the mountaintop was in the light, and he could not see himself in the window from where Xie Wuyi was standing.

The breeze blows the sill, and the flowers are blooming.

Sri Lankan people are like jade, independent mountains and lairs.

Shui Jing "stared" at him in such a majestic manner, his eyes were full of nostalgia.

Knowing that Feng Huaxueyue had no intention of it, but she was moved by a glimpse.

He smiled very lightly and lightly, and watched Xie Wuyi turn around and step up to the top of the mountain, stepping out of the edge of the spirit world.

My mind was spinning, as if something was being stripped from my body bit by bit.

The line of sight began to become blurred, double images appeared constantly in the scenery, and the sky light gradually became distorted.

Shui Jing couldn't help closing her eyes, turned her back to the window frame, and slowly slid on the ground.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Shui Jing opened her hazy eyes, her mind was blank.

It was already dark at this time, the moonlight slanted through the window, Shui Jing slowly straightened up, sat on the ground against the wall and thought for a while.

He didn't know his name, where he came from, or where he was.

Everything is so strange, but it seems that this is the case.

He stood up on the ground and walked around the house by the moonlight, and found the candlestick on the table, but he couldn't light it.

He just stayed in the dark all night, and when the first light dawned, he walked out of the house.

This is a lake surrounded by four mountain peaks with different scenery, and the mountain peaks are quietly undergoing unpredictable changes.

He didn't know the whole story, but he wasn't worried.

Because he doesn't know what worry is, or in other words, he doesn't seem to have any emotions.

Seeing that mountains are mountains, seeing water is water, dryness and prosperity have nothing to do with him.

He returned to the room, randomly took out a thin volume from the bookshelf, sat cross-legged by the desk, and started to read it.

There are a lot of things in the booklet, some he can understand, some he can't understand, but whether he understands or doesn't understand, it doesn't seem to mean much to him.

One after another, I saw the dusk without knowing it.When the sun was setting and the moon was rising, he lay on the old clothes piled up on the ground and closed his eyes to sleep.

Just like that day after day, he wakes up at sunrise and rests at sunset.

One morning, a strange feeling came from his stomach. He didn't know it was called "hunger", but he followed his instinct and left the house, knelt down by the lake and poured some water into his mouth.

Snowflakes floated in the air, and he reached out to catch one, watching it melt into his palm little by little.

The original verdant or red around him began to fade quietly, but he was indifferent to this change.

Back in the house, he continued to flip through those thin volumes, although he knew only a little, but he never forgot them, as if the large blank space in his mind was created for this volume, making room for them, writing them word by word. Write a sentence in.

The mountains are getting colder and colder, and the snow outside the window is getting bigger and bigger, gradually covering the vegetation and forests, covering every inch of land as far as the eye can see.

His hands and feet were cold, his limbs were stiff, and it seemed that even turning the pages of a book had become extremely difficult.

He stopped turning over despite the difficulty, stood up, and walked out of the room with his somewhat numb legs.

The heavy snow that was flying all over the sky made it almost impossible to tell where he came from and where he was going. Fortunately, a layer of solid ice had formed on the surface of the lake, no matter where he set foot, it was as if he was walking on flat ground.

As he walked, he found a half-buried object in the snow, with a pointed mouth, a round body, and a faint yellow color.

Shui Jing squatted down to pick it up, only to find that the half covered in the snow was also round.

He shook it, heard a slight sound of water inside, turned it over and looked around carefully, and found that there was a gap at the junction of the sharp beak and the round body.

He tried to twist it, and the sharp beak was pulled out by him. He stared at the small black hole, raised his head and poured a little water in there into his mouth.

There was a burning sensation in his throat, and he couldn't help frowning tightly. He didn't know that it was spicy, but he only knew that the taste was not pleasant.

Throwing away the object casually, a little dizziness appeared in his mind, and he staggered to a huge rock in a daze. He sat in the snow and pillowed on the rock, and gently closed his eyes.

The snow fell quietly, on the corners of his brows and eyes, on his forehead, on the sideburns, on the skirt of his clothes, on the cuffs, and on Nankeyimeng.

From then on, the cold wind couldn't bear to wake up from the drunkenness, and only turned the hasty meeting and parting into a dream.

Sleeping on a rock under the mountain, a dream for thousands of years.

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