wind blowing wind

While meditating, I saw my father lower his head and poke under the bed.

"Cheng'er is hiding under the bed, don't you think it's dirty?"

"Daddy is amazing!" I looked at Daddy with envy and admiration, then rolled and crawled out from under the bed.

"This time it's Cheng'er's turn to look for Daddy." Chu You said with a smile.

"Okay, Cheng'er will find Daddy too!" I took the white silk cloth and covered my eyes seriously.

"You can count to a hundred, Cheng'er is not allowed to peek."

"Hmm!" I said happily.

"One"

"two"

"three"

"Four"

……

I obediently counted from one to one hundred, and then formed a white silk cloth. My eyes were blurred. After I got used to it, I cheered up my fighting spirit and rushed out to look for my father everywhere.

The small body deftly shuttled through the Jinyue Pavilion, looking for the grass, pavilions, and I had an agreement with my father that we must never run out of the Jinyue Pavilion when playing hide-and-seek, but I searched all over the Jinyue Pavilion and couldn’t find my father. figure.

"Daddy!" I shouted in dissatisfaction, thinking about how I could give up so easily, so I searched earnestly again.

Sometimes sudden changes are destiny.

The more I searched, the more anxious I became, and gradually I didn't know where I was going, and the night gradually fell, and the scene in front of me became more and more unfamiliar, and the grass and trees were not familiar to me, but there was a glimmer of light from the grass.Without thinking, I walked towards the light. It was a small wooden house surrounded by ivy and female plants. It was very peaceful in the jungle, full of affection and exaggeration.

I put my chin on my head and thought for a while, thinking that there is no place in Jinyue Island that he dared not go to, so... I didn't know that it was the critical point of my life, the critical point of darkness.

"Father~" I knocked on the wooden door, my immature voice was especially abrupt among the tall trees and undergrowth.

I didn't get any response, so I pushed open the wooden door and walked in. With a "squeak", I was greeted by my father lying motionless on the ground. I tilted my head and said, "Daddy, I found you!"

"Why is daddy sleeping on the floor?"

What I got was still the echo of the wooden house. I knew that my father had been lethargic recently, so I didn't bother me. I walked lightly and squatted beside my father with my knees hugged, humming a tune that I didn't know the key.

As the sun went down, the cabin was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.

"Daddy wake up, Cheng'er wants to go back."

"Daddy... Cheng'er is afraid, why do you ignore Cheng'er..."

I just pushed my dad on the ground like this, and my tears fell uncontrollably. I don't know why the fear in my heart suddenly broke out, just like my mother disappeared, and there was a faint trace of pain when the flowers fell. , I really want to catch it and want to know why it hurts, but I can't describe it.

My little hand was so sore that my father still didn't wake up. I was shaken all over, as if I understood something, I dragged myself and hid in the corner, hugging my knees and staring blankly at my father.

"Why...why don't you want Cheng'er..." Consciousness began to blur, I didn't know how long I squatted, until the truth told me that Dad really couldn't wake up, and I realized...some things should be understood.

But I don't want to understand, what did Cheng'er do wrong?

I was suddenly so sleepy, I really wanted to fall asleep like my father, but I couldn't hold on anymore, I fell to the ground trembling like this, with slightly closed eyes I saw a moon-white figure, and then I was picked up.

In the last glance, Dad still didn't get up, and I fell asleep peacefully.

As if in a dream, the twilight sparks burn the world.

The world I don't understand, until I understand it, everything is gone.

——Wind Up Record · Moon Haze——

seven years old.

Su Cheng gently broke away from his shallow gray eyes, and fell into the abyss of indifference.

The waiter came in to help him change his clothes and wash his hands. He nodded indifferently and stopped talking. He didn't know how he got used to letting others into the room to help him get up. Maybe it was the day when his light gray eyes, like his own, were closed forever a year ago. He didn't know who Xuan Cheng was.

I don't know why I like to wear black clothes, I always feel that everything in the world should be black.The clothes on my body now were sewn by my mother herself. It happened to be black and very beautiful, and I could feel the smile of my mother looking at me at the joints of the threads.

The small hands clenched the sleeves tightly, and flew out of the Jinyue Pavilion with clumsy lightness, and Lin Mo went to catch the dark back.

The extension of the path has long been familiar to Xu Cheng in his heart. He knows every turn, the growth of every tree and every grass.The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the pupils carved like ice beads revealed a softness.

For him, there is no light or darkness.

Without any hesitation, he followed the extension of the path, passed by Fangfei, stepped on Luoying, and finally stopped at the edge of the lake. He remembered that he had been here since the beginning.

Thirty steps.

He slowly squatted by the lake with his knees hugged, and he could hear insects and birds singing, maybe his mother's piano, and his father's jokes.

The color of the lake is still the same, quiet and sinking jade. With a swipe of Xi Cheng's fingertips, a red light hits the center of the lake. In an instant, a vortex is full, and the water splashes in all directions, falling back into the lake with a "ding dong" sound, so happy Not presentable.

The water drops are gone, but the ripples are endless.

There was a thunderstorm, and the summer rain was pouring. If it was an ordinary child, he would hide in his parents' arms and cry coquettishly, but he was not qualified. He didn't know when he stopped crying during the thunderstorm. Looking for parents, but calmly and indifferently opened all the doors and windows of the house, and then went out alone, into the howling downpour, and finally came to the old wooden pavilion to watch the Danxinhua was broken by the rain, and looked at the gray The world was destroyed by the rain, and he felt happy from his heart.

Just like today, Xu Cheng still squatted by the lake, neither hiding nor moving, neither crying nor making noise, as quiet as a stone statue, the rain soon soaked him.

It rained for a whole day, and Xu Cheng squatted for a whole day, until the whole world seemed to be in a deep sleep, and fireflies sneaked out to surround this immobile boy.

The lieutenant made Shang Qinggong float in the jungle and flew to the lake, he knew the habit of Xuan Cheng, every day of rest, he just squatted by the lake without saying a word.Now it's raining heavily, and Yao Yin doesn't hold an umbrella, just like Xuan Cheng let the heavy rain submerge him.

He finally found the child and stopped five steps away from him. Immediately, Mu Yin didn't know how to speak and stood there motionless. Suddenly, Xuan Cheng stood up and fell into the deep lake with just one step. Bihu quickly accepted it. the boy...

Miuyin frowned, and with a flick of his plain sleeves, he separated all the lake water, and then stepped on the wind, and took the boy who had merged into the lake into his arms. When he was young, he hugged him like this, without saying a word, Just quietly looking at the boy in his arms.

"Thank you, Master." After saying this, Xu Cheng jumped off Miu Yin and returned step by step.

Mu Yin stood at the same spot, looking at the blue lake full of water ripples, his thoughts were full of ups and downs, fierce beasts rained heavily.Every time, Xi Cheng and Yao Yin walked towards each other until the air and rain separated the two of them.

"Cheng'er?" A slightly vicissitudes of voice sounded from the right of Xuan Cheng.

Xuan Cheng ignored it and continued walking, and the voice gradually approached. The last pair of slightly wrinkled hands touched the top of Xuan Cheng's head, and Xuan Cheng felt that the heavy rain no longer hit him, and the still kind voice said in his ear: "Why doesn't Cheng'er hold an umbrella when it's raining?"

"I don't like it." Xuan Cheng was so cold that he didn't look like a child of this age, and the coldness in his light gray eyes was even more pressing.

"How about Cheng'er going back with grandpa?" Old Chen asked tentatively. He knew that this child, Chu You, was very heart-wrenching. It was like this after Chu You died a year ago. He didn't have the laughter of children of the same age, and he didn't like to talk. , and he also knew that Yaoyin was a heartless and desireless person, and he didn't care too much except for teaching Xicheng homework.

There was some strangeness in Xuan Cheng's eyes, he said: "Okay." After he finished speaking, he stopped talking, his clothes swayed lightly, stepping away, and fell into the rain again.

Chen Lao sighed silently, he said: "Could it be that Mr. really let Cheng'er go on like this?"

Mu Yin really came out from the darkness, a trace of emotion slipped across his noble face, and he said: "You cannot change your fate."

"Always try, Cheng'er is still a child, he still has a long way to go." Chen Lao shook his head and said.

"He can take it."

"Who does Mr. Cheng think Cheng'er is?" Old Chen asked suddenly, the face imprinted by the years was full of wise old man.

"Apprentice, a descendant of the Chu family."

"He is a child, change him with your heart."

Mu Yin's expression was unmoved, he avoided Lao Chen's question and said: "Xu Cheng has Lao Chen taking care of him."

After all, no one is there.

【Wood House】

From that day on, Xi Cheng moved from Jinyue Pavilion to Mu Luoju to live with Chen Lao, and went to Zhuoying Pavilion to study with Yao Yin every day, and in his spare time, Chen wanted to teach him his medical skills, but Xuan Cheng didn't like to practice medicine, so he gave up, just helping to collect herbs and divide them at will.

Spring goes and autumn comes, winter solstice.

The falling snow was broken, and Xuan Cheng was wearing a purple fleece, sitting alone on the snowy Qi Fuqin, his long hair had grown to the ground, floating on the ice and snow.Flying catkins dyed the tip of her eyelashes lightly, her eyes were still looking at the road at the door, the road buried by snow.

The slow melody slips out from the fingertips, like family enjoyment, murmuring by mother, or teaching by strict father, but this is just a scene in Xiu Cheng's imagination.

He was waiting, waiting for one person to appear on that road, or two people holding hands and coming towards him. He waited for a long, long time, so long that he didn't know why he was looking at that road, the endless road.

Apply force with the finger, the strings of the qin will be broken, and the paulownia wood will be destroyed.

Xuan Cheng stood up, turned around, and the voice of absurd sound came from behind him.

"The paulownia qin is good, why is it ruined?"

"do not like."

It seems that there is no sound