Chunyin

If it doesn't hurt me to fall off a beam, it shouldn't hurt to fall from the sky either.After I became a ghost, I was no longer afraid of death, but I was still afraid of pain.Therefore, in the process of falling, apart from the regret of not being able to see Zhuang Heng again, I was also sincerely praying, if I was destined to die, please leave completely, because I am really fed up with the drama of lingering on my last breath .

But I didn't fall to the bottom.I fell halfway, the Seventh Prince spun around in the sky, then turned around and flew down to catch me.

I sat on the dragon's back again.

Zhao Chu turned to look at me, and helped me brush the hair that was blown messily in front of my eyes. Seeing my dumbfounded face, he comforted me, "It's all right."

Ao Wu was still annoyed and didn't speak.

The Seventh Prince has already made such a concession, so I should appreciate some compliments.

But I didn't speak either.

With Zhao Chu's violent temper, it was rare for her to try to smooth things over, but no one paid any attention to her.So I flew all the way to the East China Sea in silence.When we reached the East Sea, the Seventh Prince flicked his tail again, and threw me onto a cliff near the sea.From the top of the mountain, I watched the little girl and the little white dragon continue to fly towards the East China Sea. From a distance, I heard Zhaochu complain loudly: "You are too small! You are a dragon!"

The Seventh Prince said: "He scolded my parents! Why should I bring him to the East China Sea? I have done my best!"

Zhao Chu said, "Then I'll scold your parents too!"

The Seventh Prince said: "I want to dump you too! The question is can I get rid of you!"

Sure enough, the premise of swearing is that the fist must be strong enough, and I was taught a lesson by this little dragon again.

I got up, watched the person and the dragon fly away, and walked around the top of the mountain twice.The mountains on all sides of this mountain are very steep, and there are still a few clouds floating on the mountainside. It is so steep and towering that it is absolutely impossible to climb to the top by manpower.Among them, the east faces the sea, and looking down, there is a bare cliff.

On the top of the cliff there is an old pine leaning towards the west, and under the pine there is a stone platform on which a chessboard is engraved and many small stones are scattered on it.Probably over time, wind and rain, the lines on the chessboard have almost been worn away, and most of the stones are out of place.Ordinary people would never climb this cliff, so this game of chess was either placed here before the ancient times when Sangtian became a sea, or it was the relic of some immortal.Facing Jieshi in the east, you can see the sea - this fairy really knows how to choose a place.

It's just that I don't have the mind to think about these miscellaneous things at the moment.I sat down next to the old pine, looked at the boundless East China Sea, and sighed for a while.

When there are predictions everywhere in the real life, isn't this situation and the situation, feeling overwhelmed by the ocean and sighing, unable to move an inch, just the epitome of my past life?Although I haven't read the first three lifetimes, whether it's him, Song Zhuo, or me, Liang Yin, what's the difference in the final state?

Why.It doesn't matter if the rain is forming a net or being trapped on a cliff, the fate is hard to escape, and now I have experienced it again.

I just don't know what happened to Zhuang Ziyu in the East China Sea.

But then again, although I miss him, I'm not very worried about him.I don't know why Zhao Chu said he was stupid. Could it be that a person like Zhuang Ziyu is only a low-level talent in the heaven?Or maybe Zhuang Ziyu had a time when his mind was not yet open?But Zhuang Ziyu is definitely not "stupid" in my eyes.Besides, Jumang is gone now, and there is more care.

I leaned against the pine tree and thought for a while, when suddenly I heard a long sigh among the sound of sea wind and tide.I thought I heard it wrong and didn't care.After a while, another sigh was heard.

"Who?" I looked around, but there was only one tree, one tree and me on the top of the cliff.

The voice replied: "My lord, don't be afraid. I crossed the evergreen pine on the mountain by myself, and I heard that the aura of the young master was like an old man I haven't seen for a long time, so I sighed. Forgive me."

I:"……"

One after another, how can anyone see an old friend in me?I really lost my temper.

I also sighed, stood up and said, "I see. It's okay."

Since the evergreen pine has a spirit, I can't rely on it anymore, so I walked out, but the pine tree spirit asked: "Can you stay by my side?" He said, "That god has already I haven’t come back to this place for thousands of years. There are few people in this place. I became a spirit because of that god, and I only saw him once in my life. I haven’t seen him for a thousand years, and I miss him very much.”

So do you want to take advantage of this slight similarity in me to comfort yourself?

This tree is also a poor tree.

I went back to the tree, sat down still, and said, "Since you have become a spirit, why don't you go find him yourself?"

The pine tree said in a somewhat embarrassing tone: "To be honest, when that god was there, although I was bathed in his spiritual energy every day, I never spoke to him, so I don't know his name and where the cave is. .And my practice is not enough, the spirit body can't separate from the flesh yet."

I said, "There are a few things you can use to recognize him? It's better than waiting here."

The pine tree then said: "That god-lord usually wears an indigo Taoist robe, which is so dark that it looks like a bottomless lake. It's extremely white, as white as frost and snow. I like to watch him play chess alone under the tree, playing chess with left and right sides, and playing chess with his hands. I can imagine his decisive and neat appearance when he uses his fingers as a sword to drive away evil spirits."

I haven't seen it in a thousand years. The pine tree's statement is mixed with a lot of assumptions, and it can no longer be taken seriously.But what he said about the appearance of the god playing chess reminded me of Zhuang Heng again.In fact, I really like to watch him play chess with Fu Huan, chess is second, but his gesture of picking up pieces is really very romantic.

I said, "So what does he look like?"

The pine tree said: "I didn't dare to look at the appearance of that god. I just remember that one year when he crossed the mountain, it snowed. He stood on the edge of the cliff and looked at the East China Sea. The snowflakes were all over his head. The face of that god was like ice and snow." It looks very deserted and lonely. In fact, it is rare to see even a bird here all year round. The gods and gods come and go just passing by. I don’t know why he suddenly landed here. But that time The way he looked at Donghai made me understand a little bit."

He understood, but I didn't understand: "Is he here to see the sea?"

The pine tree said: "Perhaps it is. He is here, and most of the time he just looks at the East China Sea. Maybe there is someone he misses in the East China Sea."

Why.You miss him, he misses others.It is a common thing in the world to love but not get it.We are all people of the same destiny.A sense of sympathy surged in my heart, and I said: "If that's the case, then you'd better not look for it. He didn't know that there was a tree that became a spirit and gave birth to love because of him. He didn't know, and I'm afraid he couldn't respond to you. It was inevitable. It only adds to the sadness, let's forget about him."

The pine tree said: "Young master misunderstood, how dare you have such unreasonable thoughts when you are a mere tree spirit? So I want to see him again, just want to repay the favor of that day."

I was silent for a moment.Hey, I have wandered in this world for many years, claiming to be transparent, but a tree can think much more clearly than I do.I said: "So that's how it is." With the same life and pity, I couldn't help but want to help him, so I said, "Although I am just a wild ghost, I know two gods. If you don't give up, you can leave a portrait for me. If he finds out about it in the future, he will come and tell you.”

The pine tree was overjoyed when he heard this, and he heard a rustling sound all over the evergreen pine, and a pair of scrolls suddenly fell from the tree and fell into my hand.I unfolded the scroll, and when I saw the person in the painting, I was stunned for a moment.

Frost and snow covered the head, completely ice and snow appearance.

Dressed in indigo blue, like a deep lake, blue and not blue, black and not black.

Suddenly there was another gust of wind, and the green pine trembled all over.

"What are you looking at?"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him.

My whole body froze when I heard it, and as soon as I let go of my hands, the scroll was blown away by the wind.

A hand stretched out from behind me, and I saw a section of white wrist exposed from a wide blue sleeve, blocking the painting in the wind.

The author says:

"Life can't be too perfect, and it may not be a pity to ask for it."