Chunyin

Ao Si and Ao Wu led the way ahead, leading me and Guangling Shenjun to bypass the islands on the blue sea and head towards Guixu.

Guangling and I rode together on a cloud, and I stood beside him, my face was numb from the wind, looking at the blue and boundless East China Sea under my feet, my five senses and seven orifices seemed to be covered with a hard shell, my eyes, ears, mouth, nose, tongue and mind, Everything I listen to and see is blurred as if separated by a layer of material.

I said, "In this way, Brother Ziyu is the Divine Lord of Guangling."

Guangling said, "Yes."

I said, "Then what should I call you?"

Guangling said: "Thousands of years ago, you called me Master."

I said, "Oh. Master."

master.master.

I said it silently twice.The feeling of putting the two words in the mouth is very strange, like biting into an unripe green persimmon, and the mouth is astringent.Of course, I also worshiped teachers when I was alive. I have been called "Teacher" and "Sir", but "Master" is rarely called.But I've heard apprentices in theater troupes and juggling troupes called masters, and they are usually hot and hot, and I have also heard famous actors called masters, and they are often affectionate.

Be a teacher for one day and be a father for life. The word master is closer than the husband, more solemn than the teacher, and it contains the meaning of entrustment.

Guangling Shenjun looked at me, maybe I looked a little stupid when I smacked this address, he sighed and said, "Lan Yu, you can still call me Ziyu."

I nodded.Zhuang Ziyu is always considerate at critical times.But I knew in my heart that everything was different—if I still called him Ziyu, then what am I?Is it Liang Lanyu, a lonely ghost, or his disciple Izumo?

I actually think it's a bit absurd and a bit funny. I've heard so much, made so many insinuations, and pondered so much, but in the end, it turned out that the person who puzzled me was myself?

From just now, the two brothers in Donghai have a "senior brother" on the left and an "Izumo envoy" on the right. I heard the buzzing in my head, and I responded in a daze in astonishment, but I knew it in my heart It's not that simple.

The lonely and wild ghost Liang Lanyu turned out to be the disciple of Guangling Shenjun, the little jiao whom his father didn't love and his mother didn't love, and the Izumo whom Zhuang Ziyu called when he was sick... These things are not just a few light words here and now "Brother Izumo" and "Izumo Envoy" can fully explain it.

I understand this, and so does Zhuang Ziyu.

So he still called me "Lan Yu" and told me that I could still call him Zi Yu.

But this is different again, obviously, I am still Liang Lanxuan, but he is no longer Zhuang Ziyu.

There seemed to be a layer of fog in front of me. Zhuang Ziyu was on the other side, and Izumo was also on the other side. If I went there, everything would be clear and logical.But I can't get through it.I seem to have returned to the days when I first arrived at the Kushui River. I was alone in the world, and I felt some inexplicable sadness in my heart.But this kind of sadness has nothing to do with my twists and turns in several lives in the world, and those long-term life experiences that suddenly added to me-those things are too far away from me, and through the vast fog, the article called "Exit Xiaojiao in "Cloud" is just a vague image, and I can't empathize with his emotions.

I can't acknowledge me, can't understand me.

In front of me, the sky is high and the sea is wide, and the sea breeze is blowing, but my heart is filled with a mess, and I can't figure it out.

I sighed and asked, "How far is there?"

Zhuang Heng looked at me: "Yingzhou Mountain is at the junction of East China Sea and Guixu, and there is still a way to go."

"Oh, so." I nodded and asked again, "Zhuang Ziyu, do you still have the Dream Altar with you?"

"Good dream altar?" Zhuang Heng was slightly taken aback, "Oh, I stayed on Feiyun Peak."

"That's it." I was a little disappointed.

Zhuang Heng glanced at me and asked, "Tired?"

I said "um".

Zhuang Heng stretched out his left hand to me, and his wide sleeves fluttered slightly.He tilted his head to look at me: "Would you like to rest in my sleeve?"

I looked at his cuffs, then looked at him again, and then I learned from others without a teacher, jumped lightly, and got into his sleeve.In his sleeves, I seemed to have a dragon's tail, but it didn't seem to be. In short, I used my hands and feet together, and wrapped them around his arms-this movement seems to be natural to me.

Guangling's clothes had probably been scented with some kind of fragrance, or his own scent, which was cool and bitter.

I was closing my eyes when Guangling suddenly patted my back through the clothes, with a helpless tone: "It's too tight, loosen it up."

I blushed and loosened my hands and feet a little: "Sorry."

Suddenly someone stroked my forehead lightly, and I froze for a moment. It was Guangling's fingers that came in from the cuff and landed gently on the top of my head.

He said quietly outside: "It's just a matter of listening to their words. You were indeed an Izumo, but I didn't bring you back to ask you to be an Izumo."

His words made my nose ache inexplicably.

Zhuang Ziyu used to say such nice words.

I pressed my face against his wrist, his pulse beating steadily in my ear.

I said, "I'll take a nap first. When I wake up, maybe I want to be Izumo again."

The author says:

In case of indecision, sleep first.