Night ship

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In the first year of Shunxi, the world was in peace.

Tao Xuean stayed in the capital for several months because some debts had not been settled.

He didn't know where Xu Ji had gone, he had already been crowned king, and the Zhenping Palace was being built intensively, but the master didn't know where he had gone.

Tao Xuean thought about this bastard, maybe he was thinking about collecting debts from him, and deliberately avoiding him, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, but he couldn't resist the embarrassment of his pocket, and soon he couldn't make ends meet, so he thought of setting up a stall.

He has no other skills, so he can only sell calligraphy and paintings. Unfortunately, he is not a famous artist, nor is he a nobleman. .

If the world is stable, trade will prosper. Guanyindu has always been the busiest place for business in the capital. The storyteller in the teahouse at the ferry tells stories, and Tao Xue’an’s stall is next to it. On days when there is no business, I go to steal stories and listen to them.

The storyteller came from the north. He traveled to many places and saw many anecdotes and stories. He told anecdotes from various places, such as the wolves in Shuobei, the fish in the East China Sea, and the flowers in southern Yi. It is also said that the legend of Emperor Shunxi's ten years of hard work and courage, traveling around the world, is vivid, as if he saw it with his own eyes.

One day, he also talked about the noble man surnamed Xu who is now the king of Zhenping next to Emperor Shunxi. He said that he was a Xuanwu star who had descended to earth and had practiced in seclusion on a snow mountain for three years. He thought about that fake monk, how could he be as good as those people said?

But Xu Ji has thousands of bad things, the first one is that the story he tells is terrible, and he hides from seeing him when he owes debts. He is so cowardly, but he is regarded as a Xuanwu star by those people, and the more he thinks about it, the angrier he gets. , but he is so bad, but he only wants to know it by himself.

The storyteller is also weird. If you can’t afford to pay for a story, you can exchange it for the story. People come and go at Guanyindu, and other spectators also tell some stories. Tao Xue’an always listens to stories every day. reward.

Back and forth, getting acquainted.

Unfortunately, on this day, he was caught by the storyteller.

He said that you come to listen to the story every day, why don't you come and listen to it by telling an interesting story, which is not kind.

There was a person next to him who saw Tao Xuean's whiteness and cleanliness, and made a fuss, "You look at the young master's face, he must have a smooth life and a happy life, so there is no story to tell."

Tao Xuean was stunned for a while and said, "There is no one who is happy all his life."

He never thought that half of his life would be like this, wandering as a child, being orphaned as a teenager, being trapped in a cage as a young man, a life of hardships, such as sailing a boat at night, always like this, ups and downs without knowing the way forward.

"Then you should tell me one and listen."

Tao Xuean hesitated for a moment, then suddenly raised his legs and said with a smile, "Have you ever been emperor? No."

"I have been one, have I lost money in this life?"

Everyone sneered and scattered like birds and beasts, but one person stood in the crowd and didn't leave for a long time. The corner of his mouth was slightly curved, as if he really believed it, and asked him seriously, "So is it fun to be the emperor?"

The reason why Tao Xuean dared to talk nonsense was because he was sure that no one would believe it, but he never expected that anyone would believe it, so he didn't raise his head and said nonsense, "It's not fun."

There was no smile in the eyes of the man hiding under the bamboo hat. His tone was difficult, and it took him a long time to utter a few words, "Why isn't it fun?"

Feeling something was wrong, Tao Xuean raised his head slowly, glanced at that person, and then left without saying anything, thinking that the sunset was about to set, and he wanted to rush back to close the stall.

Tao Xuean walked dozens of steps without saying a word, and saw Xu Ji standing in front of him in black clothes and tied hair. It was not a hallucination, and suddenly felt that he could not walk anymore—he had been facing that lonely star for a long time. The moment he opened the same eyes, he had already lost his armor and disarmed, and he was defeated.

Xu Ji turned his face, and tremblingly kissed his rabbit-like red eyes, fine lines around the eyes, hot tears, pious and unable to control himself.

Tao Xuean was almost out of breath, and Xu Ji let him go. Compared with the shameless fake monk, Tao Xuean still has shame. Although his breath was unstable in broad daylight, he wanted to complain, but he couldn't say anything soon. He stroked the man's miscellaneous white hair at the temples carefully, feeling uncontrollably sad.

Like it or not, it's been so many years.

Xu Ji grabbed Tao Xue'an's troublesome hand and said with a smile, "Xiao'an doesn't like to see it, so I'll shave it again tomorrow."

Tao Xuean thought for a while about Xu Ji's bald head, felt that it could not increase the beauty of the old man, felt a little disadvantaged, forced a smile, "Aren't you going to hide?"

The man shook his head, "I won't hide anymore." He slowly broke into a smile, gentle and bitter.

Just like many years ago, the desperate young man on the snowy field carried his little calamity on his back, and there was no way to let it go—he had never had a way to escape.

After so many things, he is no longer young. From that big ship, what he brought to his small nunnery was such an incomplete life. The wish in the Buddhist temple that year was still in vain.

But fortunately, half of his life was left to Xiao'an.

People will always experience a lot of things, there are cornered places, there are times when they are displaced and trapped, when they come, they are empty, but when they leave, they are full of the past.

The bitter journey of life is like a night sailing ship, which comes with pleasure and returns with a full load.

So, what's on your boat?

"Xiao'an, I'll take you to see something on the boat."

Tao Xue'an stood at the head of the river, looking coldly at the boat at the ferry, covered with linoleum, and didn't know what was in it, he didn't seem to really want to move onto this thief boat.

"What rare things, I don't want to look at them. Don't bother me to close the stall." Tao Xue'an felt that the big man dangling in front of him was really in the way.

But the man smiled as if he had picked up a gold ingot, "Okay, listen to you, then I'll wait until you finish closing the stall."

Tao Xuean thought about what Xu Ji was nagging about, probably something was wrong, "What the hell is it?" The man has never spoken love words, and he didn't know how to make him happy, but he said a love word in a panic ——

"It's a boat full of sincerity."

He remembered the young man he met on the boat for the first time that year, who didn't know the danger of the future. From the beginning, what he asked for was not a debt, but a fate. Therefore, Xiao'an, I never came to pay the debt.

As the sun set, Tao Xuean lingered, finally put away the stall and was ready to go home, but when he turned around, he saw the person standing at the ferry, who seemed to be waiting for him seriously. , not something else, but a boat full of rhododendrons, with the gentle breath of the south of the Yangtze River, lighting up the cold spring.

He thought that Chunfeng had walked around the house three times and refused to enter. Fortunately, there was one person who would go all the way to see him off.

The author has something to say: Hurry up and finish it, um huh huh