Sao Ke is a spectator

After he fell asleep that night, I quietly entered his room, and through the moonlight, I saw clearly the birthmark on his left chest. It was a flower carved into the soul that would never wither.

I know this is no accident, everything must have been arranged by him a long time ago, he tied himself with Mu Ning, he was waiting for a rabbit and planning for a rainy day, knowing that I would not go to him, so he waited for me in this way Show up, even if you enter reincarnation, you will still be entangled with me.

He underestimated the destructive power of time in front of everything. He always felt that he owed me, but he didn't know that I had already let go.

Now he still owes me, owes me a procrastination, a reluctant farewell, a fleeting review, a turn around and a goodbye.

Goodbye now, I am the creditor.

Perhaps it was because of their family's ancestral wound medicine that my injury healed quickly.

There was still no movement in his room until mid-sun, during which I went in several times, and found that his sleeping position was different every time, the sunlight shining in through the window sill sometimes illuminated his whole face, his bland face was slightly He became a little pale, and sometimes he buried his head in the quilt, leaving only half of his messy head.

Never waited for the eyes of a sleepy person, so when he looked at me with a puzzled face, I was a little at a loss standing in front of the bed.

He turned his head and glanced out the window as if waking up from a dream, and then said to me apologetically, "You haven't eaten breakfast yet! I'm going to get up and do it now." He hurriedly put on his clothes, Then he bent down to put on his shoes, and when he lowered his head, flowers appeared on his chest.

Apart from this, there is no trace of Ye Dai's calligraphy left on his body. The piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and hops of the past, and the tea, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea of ​​today. Looking at the scene of rushing in the stove, I began to doubt Is that really him.

After the combined breakfast and lunch, he said he was going to the teahouse to tell a story and asked me if I wanted to join him. On a whim, I made fun of him: "I'll share half of the wine with you, and I'll go with you."

He looked at me dumbfounded: "It turns out...you can laugh."

Am I laughing?

In the afternoon, when the teahouse is most crowded, the second floor was already full when he and I arrived. Everyone laughed expectantly when they saw him coming. One of them hurriedly invited him to the specially reserved seat, while I took advantage of it. sit aside.

There was a pot of tea and several trays of refreshments on the table. He opened the folding fan as usual, and there were a few lines of cursive script written on the fan, and he couldn't make out a single word like a ghostly talisman.He was pacing on the empty path between the tables and chairs, as if he was thinking about what to say today, while the eyes of the listener wandered away from me and him, sizing them up.

After a long time, he walked back to his seat, his eyes lit up: "The person I'm going to talk about today has the same name as me, can you all guess who it is?"

The person sitting by the window slammed the table: "It's still guesswork, isn't it just Yu Ping, the prince of You Guozhang who ruined the country and the people more than 500 years ago!" After finishing speaking, he glanced at him again, and said slightly mockingly : "Although you have the same name and surname, you are not even a star away from him. Look at you, you don't look like a disaster for the country and the people."

The whole room roared with laughter, and everyone picked up the conversation and joked and teased him. The second floor of the teahouse was enveloped in an uproar, but I was out of the uproar.

Yu Ping, he was still called Yu Ping in this life, it was not a coincidence but premeditated.He had already made a prison in the early morning, confining himself and those who forgot but never forgot, imprisoning the careless years, tightly locking the gravel in memory into the clam shell, waiting for them to condense into pearls...

I know everything he's thinking, even if he doesn't say anything.

Yu Ping smiled nonchalantly, ignored the ridicule and sarcasm, just turned around to look at me, and the prelude to a section of the book began——

"Speaking of Yu Ping's beauty, Twelve and Thirteen has already revealed its first signs. Amber is hidden in the half-curved phoenix eyes, and there is a strong sense of autumn when you want to speak. When you look back, you can catch the sun, moon and stars, and frown Time to cover up everything in the world, sigh and lose everything, laugh and melt the ice and snow..."

The man at the window interrupted him: "Wait, wait, we haven't seen him in real life, even if you say it vividly, we can't feel half of it, so you can skip this paragraph and just talk about how he has ruined the country and the people! "

Yu Ping still smiled and said: "Everything should be done step by step, just like a person's life, no matter which part he dances, he will not be complete. Just listen, I promise you that Yu Ping will appear in front of you in half a moment. "

The man looked disbelieving: "If it didn't show up, what would you say?"

Just as he was speaking, he heard the sound of someone going upstairs, as if it echoed what he said just now, everyone turned their eyes to the stairs with half-belief.

From the initial uproar to whispering, and finally to the final silence, Yue Lao in mortal attire slowly walked up under the gaze of everyone, with the usual arrogance and contempt of the dragon hidden in his brows and eyes, he ignored those who did not hide Looking around, Yu Ping sat down beside Yu Ping, who was like no one else around.

The clerk in the shop came upstairs with a cup of hot tea, and poured tea for him distractedly. Yu Ping had a familiar face, and said with a smile, "Luanqing, you are here."

Was he drawn into prison by him too?

Luan Qing took a sip of tea, immediately frowned, raised her eyes and asked the shop assistant: "No wine?"

The guy nodded his head like a garlic: "Yes, yes, what kind of wine does the young master want to drink, I will go to the next door to buy it."

"Let's have a pot of old lotus stamens." Yu Ping glanced at Luanqing, then at me, and finally at everyone: "As for the wine money..."

It was the man at the window again: "The money for the wine is mine, so hurry up and don't keep this young man waiting."

"Okay, I'll go right away." The guy went downstairs after he finished speaking, his movements were as swift as if a ghost was chasing him after him, and the whole second floor trembled under his footsteps.

Yu Ping put away the fan and sat down, and introduced Luan Qing to me, saying that he was a friend from his hometown.

In front of the mastermind who created this meeting, Yuelao and I tacitly exchanged a few words in the form of our first meeting, and didn't mention anything else.

After the clerk bought the wine, he wisely brought three more tea bowls. After taking a sip, Luan Qing still frowned. It wasn't that the wine was bad, but that there was always a lack of interest in drinking in a teahouse.He glanced at the crowd, and quietly said: "Have you seen enough?"

Everyone hurriedly withdrew their eyes, some coughed twice as a cover, changed to a more concealed posture and continued to aim intentionally or unintentionally, and some raised their tea bowls to their lips, with sideways faces motionless, his dissatisfaction and rejection did not play any deterrent effect.

At this time, Yu Ping stood up, as if intending to continue what was interrupted earlier, he threw the fan on the table, picked up the tea bowl filled with half a bowl of wine, and took another chopstick, "Ding Dong" With a sound, half of the people's eyes focused on him again.He looked at the person sitting by the window: "Did Yu Ping say something wrong? You didn't disappoint everyone here!"

The man smiled embarrassedly: "That's right, that's right, Mr. Xiao continued, we are all listening."

Yu Ping turned his face to look at me, as if showing off to me, I couldn't help but wonder whether it was a coincidence or he knew that Luan Qing would come today.

"Speaking of which, Prince Ping has a personal bodyguard. He is short of two fingers and is called Eight-Finger Shura. Speaking of Eight-Finger Shura, he has been with him since he was a child. He looks ordinary but has great martial arts skills. Whenever Prince Ping travels, he must take him with him. "He paused, and knocked on the wine bowl again: "The beauty of Huangziping has been heard all over the country. Everyone in the world loves beauty and I love Huangziping. It doesn't work, and every time I improvise and come back disappointed, it adds melancholy and loneliness.

One day, he wrapped up the scarf and put on silk, without the eight-fingered Shura and half of his entourage, and turned into an ordinary woman and left the palace. Unexpectedly, she had both male and female beauty. It is Jiao'e, a girl who monopolizes the beauty of the world and envies the world.

There are always people who destroy flowers and willows in the world. If you love beauty too much, you will have evil thoughts in your heart. Since ancient times, beauties have been troubled and beautiful jade is fragile, and Prince Ping is no different. There is a wicked man..."

I remembered that on a snowy night more than 500 years ago, this scene also appeared in the kitchen of the county prince's mansion——

The same person narrates the same story through unattainable years. The former is the intensified sorrow of the authorities, and the latter is the sadness felt by the bystanders.

I remember he asked me a word at that time: Would you like to be my moon and breeze?

I didn't make any reply. As a listener, I had already noticed it at the time, but in the end I deliberately confused the inexplicable feeling.Now I am extremely clear, but the person who asked the question never asked me for any response.

After Yu Ping finished speaking, he seemed to be exhausted. After sitting back and taking a nap, he asked me how the book was doing. I said, "It's not as good as someone else's."

He became interested again, so he asked me who that person was. I looked at him deeply, and regarded those amber eyes as a channel to trace back time, but where can there be traces of everything that has been weathered?

He asked: "But also a storyteller?"

I breathed a sigh of relief: "No, it's just an old friend."

The crowd didn't pursue what's going on anymore, they sat quietly with each other and seemed a little absent-minded, it was time to hold the lamps, and this was the time when the customers were gradually disappearing, but only the clerks in the store were running up and down happily, while the people who went downstairs were not even one.It wasn't until Luan Qing said that he was tired that Yu Ping began to pack his things and prepare to go home. At this time, everyone followed the footsteps of the three of us down the stairs one after another as if they had just woken up from a dream.

At this time, the lights of Luohe City were just beginning to come on, and in the thick night, the fires on both sides of the street were extinguished one by one and then lit up one by one.We walked side by side on the road, the atmosphere was cold and hot but not bleak, Luanqing had never spoken much, and there were only a few words to say to him, I just listened quietly, listening to their old talk unimportant words.

On the way, Luanqing left with an excuse. After he left, Yu Ping asked me proudly, "What do you think of Luanqing?"

I naturally knew what his 'how' meant, so I said: "If born in the royal family, I'm afraid I will be the second prince."

"Your words are not funny at all." He immediately pulled his face down.

I was a little panicked: "Did I say the wrong thing?"

He stared at me with wide eyes: "Yangzhuo, so you are the same as those people in the teahouse."

I didn't know what to ask, "Why is it the same?"

"Why is it different? Do you dare to say that you don't think so? You think he is a prince who brings disaster to the country and the people, you think You Guohuo should be ruined in his hands, you think he is a beautiful golden ghost, and you think he deserves it." Widowed and widowed all my life..." His voice became smaller and smaller, and his head that was originally high was lowered, and I didn't know that he was crying until I saw his shoulders trembling.

Yu Ping's cry is not a justified defense, but an annoyance that cannot be recovered. It turns out that Meng Potang can only wash away the hasty memories, but it can't wash away the dirt that has settled at the bottom of the soul.

I didn't know how to comfort him, so I could only stand there and watch him run away in frustration, until he was about to disappear from sight, and the great fear came like a tide.

I chased after him like crazy, grabbed his shoulders tightly, and forced him to look at me. I repeated a sentence: "I never thought about it that way, I never thought about it that way..."